Always & Forever

Chapter 12

Third Person POV

Amada bursts through the front door, "Dad!"

"Yeah?" he calls from the living room.

She kicked off her shoes and took the few steps to meet him in there, feeling dumb for not seeing him before. She was too excited though.

"I have a new game for us to play." She announced with a grin and Lana laughed from her place on the couch, "Oh, I'm excited for this."

"What is this new game of yours?"

She zipped open her backpack, moving her binder and notebooks back until she saw it at the back, "This. It's called Just Dance."

He chuckled, "No way. My mates warned me about that one. And, I'm busy." He said, directing his head to where he was massaging Lana's feet.

She swung her legs down from his lap though, "Not anymore you're not."

He groaned, "I'm not playing that devilish game."

Amada laughed, "It's not a devilish game, dad. You've never even played it. Please"

Lana smiled, responding for Sean, "You go set it up, we're right behind you."

Amada beamed then and hurried out of the room, going to set up the game. He shot Lana a glare, causing her to laugh, "You love me." she teased, reaching over and running her fingers along his scruff, her thumb brushing over his lips.

"I do love you." he told her, leaning into her palm gently and kissing her thumb.

"Okay, ready!" Amada called from the other room.

He stood, shaking his head and began to walk out of the room when he heard Lana clear her throat, "Excuse me, you forgot your baggage."

He spun around, "My baggage?"

"Me. Ya know, cause you have to drag me along with you."

He walked over to her, giving her a hand up because he knew that's what she wanted. He kissed her, a soft peck. "I don't drag you along, darling, and you're certainly not baggage."

She smiled and rested her head against him. "Are you tired, my love?" he asked quietly.

She nodded against him, "I'm always tired it seems, but there is no way I'm missing this."

He rolled his eyes with a groan, taking her hand and walking into the tv room together.

"Okay dad, let me explain it to you," Amada began but Sean cut in, "Let's start with some basic, extremely necessary rules- No filming, or recording of any kind. No speaking of this to anyone, ever and don't laugh too loud at my dancing skills or I'm not doing it anymore. Got it?"

"Loud and clear, dad." Amada responded.

He turned to see Lana already had her phone pulled out, she grinned at him and he raised his eyebrows at her. "You too." he told her, pointing to her.

She dropped her phone and held her hands up in defense.

"You agree to the rules?" He asked her and she nodded. "I'm sorry, I need a verbal response, or maybe I should have my mate write up a legal paper you have to sign."

She rolled her eyes, "Very funny. I agree, I won't record anything, but if I laugh to hard, you can't blame me, it's all your fault."

He turned back to Amada, "Okay, please proceed."

She explained it to him and not five minutes later they were playing, Sean's arms swinging wildly as he tried to follow the moves on the tv. Lana giggled loudly from the couch, tears streaming down her face from laughing too hard.