(Re)learning How To Fly, One Day at a Time: Day Nine Part TwoMature

DAY NINE PART TWO:

Adam:


I knocked on my parent's bedroom door, doing as my mother told me: wake Dad up. 

"Come on, Dad.  Wake up.  The girls made breakfast and it's almost noon, anyway."

"Come on in, Adam."  He called.

"Okay..."  I said, opening the door and stepping inside.  Dad was already dressed and was sitting in front of his laptop, reading glasses perched near the end of his nose.  He looked over them at me and motioned for me to sit next to him. 

"You really like her, don't you, Adam?"  He asked, and I automatically knew who he was talking about.

"Yeah, Dad.... I think I might even.... "

"Love her?"  He finished for me.

"Yeah."

"Okay, Adam.  I know this is going to sound rather odd, coming from me as YOUR father, but I know I'm pretty much the closest thing Naomi's got to a dad."

"Come on, Dad.  Don't tell me your having the 'father of the daughter cleaning his gun and talking to the boyfriend' thing with me.  You know I won't hurt her."

"You won't hurt her on purpose."

"Dad, if it's NOT on purpose, I have no control over it."

"Son, do everything within your power to not hurt her.  She's like a daughter to me.  You're my son, but you know how the dads are always a little more protective of their daughters..."

"Yeah, Dad.  I got it."  I smiled at him.  "Now, come on.  Naomi's making her secret recipe eggs!"

"Yum..."


Naomi:

I seemed to be blushing a lot this morning, as I did again when Adam and Mr. McClure stumbled into the kitchen. 

"Good morning Naomi, JoAnna..." Mr. McClure said, walking over to JoAnna--and the coffee machine.  He kissed her on the cheek, and I thought it was sweet. 

"Hey, you."  Adam whispered in my ear and placed his hands on my hips, causing me to spill a little bit of the pancake batter I was trying to pour onto the pan.

"You're gonna make me screw up your breakfast."  I said, kissing his cheek.

I hadn't noticed, but JoAnna had the CD on random and repeat, and another one of my favorite songs came on. 

"Sunrise, sunrise, looks like mornin' in your eyes,
Though the clock's held 9:15 for hours,
Sunrise, sunrise, couldn't tempt us if it tried,
'Cause the afternoon's already come and gone.
And I said oooh ooh ooh ooh,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,
Surprise, surprise, couldn't see it in your eyes,
But I'm sure it's written all over my face."


I started to sing along quietly again, and immediately after I had set the batter ladle down, Adam spun me around, intertwining his fingers with one of my hands, and placing his other hand on my waist.

"Adam!"  I exclaimed.  He knew as well as any one that I had two left feet.

"It's not that hard, Naomi."  He whispered.  "You can put your feet on top of mine, if you want, you just have to hold on."  When I could see his face again, he was smirking. 

Adam:

"I think I may take you up on that."  She replied, cockily smirking.  She wrapped her arms around my neck, and put her feet on top of mine one at a time.  I could tell she was trying to make sure not to hurt me, even though she was teasing me. 

At first I could tell that Naomi was uncomfortable, but after a little bit, she relaxed, rested her head against my chest, and sighed a little. 

"I feel like a little kid, you know."  She said once. 

She didn't look like a little kid, though.  Her hair was in a messy knot, high on the top of her head, and tendrils were falling out, one by one.  She was in her pajamas, a pink Abercrombie long sleeve V-neck tee and old army green and gray plaid flannel pants.  But, the way she looked to me, she might as well have been wearing a ball gown, and she still would have looked the same kind of beautiful. 

The song ended, and the room was starting to smell a little bit like... something burning?

"Oh no!!! The pancakes!!  Dammit!"  Naomi cursed.

"At least you didn't make the whole batch at once, then we would be in trouble."

"You know what, Adam?"

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up..."


Naomi:

All of the rest of the breakfast JoAnna and I made turned out great, minus one pancake.  The smell of blueberries and maple syrup drifted around their apartment, the way it should smell on a Sunday afternoon. 

Adam and I were lounging around, listening to more music.  He insisted I was a good singer, but I didn't believe him. 

"We should probably go see Addie later, see how she's doing and if she'll be at school tomorrow..."  I said in passing.

"We should.  We could take the bus and go see her, then maybe see a movie and get some pizza?"  He said slyly.

"Adam McClure, are you asking me out on a date?!"  I teased.

"Yes, I am."  He said, and kissed my lips again....

The End

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