~Addilyn's POV~
"Bye puppy," Brendon told little Bogart, who was trying to climb onto Brendon. Today we're visiting the Weekes. Bren said that I should get out of the house to get some fresh air. I honestly just wanted to stay home and watch movies or something, but nope. It's okay though, I guess, I mean I haven't seen them all in a while. Besides, Breezy has told me multiple times on how the kids missed me, so I could not deny on not going. "You ready to go," he asked. I nodded my head as he took my hand in his and out the door we went.
Everyone was already outside when we arrived at the house. As I got out of the car, Amelie ran up to me and hugged my waist. "Addilyn!"
"Amelie! How have you been?"
"I've been good," she exclaimed with a smile spread across her face. Breezy came over and wrapped her arms around me in a hug.
"Hey hun, how are you?" Hun?
"I'm, um, good." She smiled at me, then walked over to Brendon. Next up in line was Dallon. He literally patted my head with a smile on his face. Now, Dallon has only even done that only once before. I don't know if it's just me, but something is going on.
Breezy came back over, wrapped her arm around Dallon, and spoke, "I swear every time you come over, you always look so gorgeous! Ugh, I hate you."
I laughed, "I'm just wearing jeans and a tee shirt and my hair is in a bun, so don't know what you're seeing."
"Girl, please," Breezy laughed as well. I saw Breezy look at Brendon with her eyebrows furrowed for a second. As I turned around, he quickly turned his head towards me with a cheesy smile on his face. Okay, what the actual fuck is going on? "Come on, let's go inside. I made some food." Bren came up behind me, slithered his arm around my waist, and walked us inside. Amelie immediately grabbed my hand and ran me over to the kitchen table. I took a seat as did she, then she just looked at me with a smile on her face.
"Are you good at math?"
I laughed, "What you got?" Amelie turned around and grabbed a piece of paper out from her purple striped backpack. She handed me the paper that read "Equivalent Fractions Worksheet." Damn, this is what their teaching 8 year olds these days. "What grade are you in again."
"3rd." Goddamn. "Do you understand it?" I looked over the paper once again and tried to figure how to make her understand.
"Alright, so let's do this together. Number 1 . . . 6 over 5 equals 18 over what. Okay, so 6 times what equals 18," I said, looking over at her. Amelie just shrugged. "Are you allowed to use calculators at all?" She shook her head. "6 times 1 equals?"
"6."
"6 times 2 equals?"
"12."
"Now what does 6 times 3 equal?" I watched as she put up six fingers and counted.
"18! 6 times 3 equals 18," she cheered.
"Good job! Now, all you gotta do now is do 5 times 3 and then you'll get your answer."
"5 times 3 equals 15!"
"Yes! So, 6 over 5 equals 18 over 15."
"Oh, that makes sense," she replied, taking back the paper and getting back to work. "Can you stay here?" I nodded my head and just watched her do her work, correcting her when needed. Amelie poked me and asked,"Why were you sad?" I looked over at her in confusion and then it hit me. Brendon. I knew something was up.
"It's nothing, really. I'm okay now, though, so that's good. Do you need help with anything else?"
"Um, can you help me with number 5?" She pushed the paper over to me as I glanced at it. I heard laughing in the living room and as I turned to look they were all looking at me, but I just ignored and continued to help her out. The problem was 4 over 1 equals 20 over what.
"So 4 times what equals 20 . . ."
It took at least 20 minutes for Amelie to complete her homework. Poor little girl. Schools these days are always stressing kids out. Apparently, Knox was at a friend's house, so that explains why he isn't here. Amelie wanted to play with me upstairs, but Breezy called me over the living room. I plopped right next to Brendon on the leather couch. "So, when's the wedding? It better be soon or I swear to God."
"Maybe around April or May, right," I replied, looking over to Brendon who nodded in agreement.
"I want it to be soon. I just can't wait to call her Mrs. Urie."
I smiled, feeling my cheeks redden, "He wanted to get married the month after, but I told him no." Dallon rolled his eyes and laughed.
"You know, I could help you plan it out. I mean I did plan a wedding before." That's right, she planned Linda and Spencer's.
"Sure! Only if Addy's okay with it." I nodded to Brendon. I'm completely fine with it. I mean I wanted her to do it anyway.
"Kids?"
"Breezy, stop," Dallon told her, but she completely ignored him. I just facepalmed knowing that question is going to get asked a ton. And knowing Breezy, she's probably going to be forcing Brendon to have kids with me cause that's just how she is.
"We don't know, but we'll let you know." Thank you Brendon.
"Whose going to be the maid of honor. It better be me or else! I mean...." This is going to be a long ass day.
