Leaning back against the new couch and it's fluffed cushions, the brunette ran her fingers through her silky soft hair. It had been worse than she could have imagined trying to get her best friend to come and accept her invitation, but that wouldn't make her stop trying. It would kill her if she didn't want to come, and it would completely ruin the entire event for her. "I'd really love it if you would come."

JJ puffed out her cheeks, watching her son crash two trucks together. "I know," she said slowly, reaching for her coffee. "I'd like to be there."

Emily gave a nod against her phone. Just because they both wanted the blond to be there didn't mean she would be. "So how have you been? You know, with the therapist and everything?"

The single mother knew her friend was trying to be helpful, but the sound of her voice was really pissing JJ off. "It's fine. I'll just call you tonight, ok? To get everything situated for Henry."

"Yeah, of course. Bye JJ." Emily's head fell back against the cushion and she rolled her eyes. She knew her best friend wasn't supposed to be ecstatic for her because of what she had done, but for her and her fiancé it worked out.

And it should have almost brought them closer together; not in the beginning, and Emily understood that, but with this marriage it would bring them closer than they ever thought they could be.

Emily just hoped her best friend would realize that.

"Hey."

The ambassador's daughter looked up and did her best to smile to the younger man, letting him slip in behind her and turn the television's volume up a couple notches. "Hi baby."

The southerner leaned down and kissed the soft spot below his fiancé's ear. "What's the matter?"

"JJ called," Emily shrugged, knowing that her fiancé was familiar with the situation going on. "She wanted to get everything ready for Henry for tomorrow and then I asked her about the wedding."

"Did she decide?"

Emily pursed her lips, letting the younger man run his hands along her sides and her arms to try and calm her down. "Not yet."

Will turned the brunette's head just enough so he could meet her lips, making sure to give the love of his life a long kiss so she knew that he was there for her. "I think she'll end up coming," he smiled, nodding when the older woman looked at him with her dark eyes. "Don't quote me on it, but we both love her and I think she'll realize sooner or later that it's in the best interest of the children to come."

The older woman eyed her fiancé. "You love her?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it," he chuckled, running his hand over her warm stomach to get her to smile.

"Mommy!"

Emily sat up and caught the eight year old in her arms, smiling into his platinum hair and lifting him onto the couch. "I thought you were up in your room."

Declan immediately shook his head, high fiving the man who was to be his new father as they all settled together in front of the television. "I want to wait for Henry."

"Henry's not coming until tomorrow, sweetie," his mother reminded him carefully, fixing the collar of his shirt. "You don't want to open anything now?" It was Declan's birthday the day before, and he had stored all of his presents under his bed so he could open them at the party they were supposed to have when the boy who was like his brother was to come and spend the weekend.

"I've gotta wait for Henry."

Emily shared a smile with her fiancé before pressing a kiss to her son's head. They were starting a family, one the couple had always dreamed of and sadly couldn't make happen with their past partners, they just hoped that their friends and family would jump on board.