Author's Note: A few of my readers requested a sequel to Hard Habit To Break. And here it is.

Thanks to my Beta, Jodie, who saved this story from the recycle bin after I almost gave up on it. Her input has been immense and has given me the inspiration to complete Will and Emma's journey.

I couldn't be happier with Emma.

She is my life, my love, my everything.

I can't tell you how much I want to marry her, have children with her, and spend the rest of my life with her. I don't know how I lived without Emma before now. My life has changed so much in these last few weeks, leading up to her arrival at my window ledge. Emma's by my side every step of the way. I love having her around me.

Of course, I feel terrible that I'm the one responsible for her marriage breakdown. It was never supposed to happen like that. I tried to stay away, honestly I did. But it was impossible. Even though I was with Holly, I needed Emma's attention, Emma's opinion, and Emma's presence. So I guess I screwed up two relationships. Was it worth it in the end? Yes. You might think I'm disrespectful and arrogant, talking like this and destroying a marriage. But I've learned you need to fight for the things that matter most. And some things are worth fighting for. Emma taught me that. She wasn't wrong.

And remember, I had a 5-year marriage go down the tubes as well. Terri, the woman, or should I say, girl, I was with since I was a teenager. We grew apart and she broke my heart until it was irreparable. But then I saw the shining light of Emma, the pretty guidance counsellor who was slightly over-affectionate, extra-helpful and very considerate towards me. And although I may have been aware of something brewing between us, it was only in fun. Until I saw those beautiful, expressive eyes of hers, reaching right into my soul. That cute voice escaping from those kissable lips, telling me the day of her non-wedding just how much she really did care for me. The feeling was mutual.

Carl was wrong for her, yet he did care for Emma a hell of a lot. He just never took the time to understand and appreciate everything about her. I have to give him credit for helping her, in some ways, to overcome her OCD. Her battle has only begun, but I'm determined to see it through to the end. All her nuances, her 'things', I simply adore, it's what makes Emma, Emma. I can certainly tell it's sapping all her energy though. Those circles under her eyes at Prom were not there for any other purpose. I can't have my angel running herself into ground over her illness. So, we'll fix it.

She's my little rose petal. When she looks at me, my heart beats a little faster, each time, without fail. That spell she had me under is mesmerising. And I don't want it going away anytime soon. When I saw her at my window all wet, cold and upset, my heart went out to her. I wanted to hold her until the pain disappeared. Making love to Emma the first time… indescribable. Her perfect body so close to mine, knowing that it was something we both wanted, both needed, our hands discovering each other, finally being able to let go and express how we really felt, hot kisses and pleasurable sounds. My rose petal isn't as innocent as she makes out.

My favourite thing about Emma? Her heart. She was born with compassion and honesty. Her kind heart attracted me to her in the first place.

We're at the best stage of the relationship. The beginning when everything's new, we're getting to know each other. One week in and I can't keep my hands off her. I love getting to know Emma. Every curve, every strand of hair, every delectable finger on her perfect hands. Even if it's just a reassuring arm rub or hand-hold, her body attracts me like a bee to honey. And Emma certainly is the honey.

I love having Emma as my roomie. Sometimes in the morning when she's still in the land of slumber I look at her, sleeping in one of my t-shirts, her body rising and falling, a smile on her face. Who knows what she's dreaming about, but I hope she's dreaming about me. I know she's only living with me temporarily, but I don't want her to leave. We can't afford to mess up what we have for a second time. It would be catastrophic. And I'm not prepared to face the consequences if that ever happens. I would be a broken man.

I want to be a father someday. That would make me the happiest man on earth. To have a bunch of mini-me's running around, scraping their knees, getting into trouble, playing hide out and collecting bugs. I can imagine their little sister, spitting image of her beautiful mummy, chasing them around the yard, her red curly ringlets catching the sunlight, trying to be just like her big brothers. She'd be treated like a little princess. Giggling non-stop, playing dress-up, and at the end of the day begging her older brothers to read her a story. And though she may like cuddling up to mummy, she'll be daddy's little girl. I'll teach them all how to sing and dance, to appreciate the arts and most of all, to grow up with the right values and attitudes so they can be the best they can be.

I hope Emma wants to have children. I'm sure she will. It's not something you discuss a week into a brand new relationship. Later on, when we're… settled would be a great time.

Maybe I'm gushing. Or maybe I'm just head over heels, crazy in love with the most wonderful woman ever.

I am truly blessed to have Emma Pillsbury in my world.