This exists largely because of how disappointed I was by the lack of everything in the relationship between Daphne and Wilke. Enjoy.

His hands are in her hair and his mouth is on hers and his eyes are closed and he can hear her breath catching and he's happy. He's just so happy because Daphne likes him. Not Emmett or Liam or anyone else, but him. And he knows he doesn't deserve her and he's only counting down the seconds until she realizes that too and enjoying every moment until then.

They're in her bedroom. In her girly, pastel bedroom and he couldn't help but imagine her in his bedroom, which was all dark and slick and screamed SEX. But, instead, he was here, where a Biology textbook was still open on the bed when they walked in and there was a lamp shaped like a cartoon mushroom on her nightstand.

She pulls away from him slightly and he's about to protest when she swings her leg over his hips and, suddenly, she's on top of him and her mushroom lamp and flower-y sheets don't matter because he loves her and, in this moment, it seems like she at least likes him.

He hears the front door open and he has to push at her.

"Daphne."

But, of course, her eyes are still closed and she's still trying to kiss him and she's still on top of him and their clothes and hair is still extremely disheveled and he has to pull away so she can hear him.

She's looking at him now, confused, hurt. He smiles at her and mouths his words: someone just came home.

Realization dawns on her face but, before she can pull her shirt down or fix his hair (because he knows she loves running her hands through it), or even climb off his lap, Regina walks in and she's met with the sight of her innocent 16-year-old daughter in the lap of an older, arrogant, rich blonde guy who even his best friend had warned against.

With his beautiful girlfriend still on his lap and with his jeans still feeling extremely tight, he aims a disarming smile at Regina.

"You must be Mrs. Vasquez. It's a pleasure."

She glances between the two of them and nods.

"It's 'miss'. Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"I would love to but-"

"You were very close to making me a grandmother just now, so I'm going to have to let you know that you don't really have a choice."

His smile falters and then returns. He nods.

"It would be my pleasure."

She smiles and closes the door, but not before giving Daphne a pointed look.

Daphne buries her head in his chest and groans.

"I'm so sorry."

And he laughs and it's all okay because she still likes him, besides all his mistakes, besides anything and everything in the world. It's all okay.