"Good job Miss Nelson." Professor Adams said, smiling as he went through Emma's report for their final.
Emma sighed happily, "I thought you called me in to tell me it was awful." she then played with her ring a bit "A-and it's Hogart now..."
Professor Adams smiled, actually, his name was Jesse, and he was a laid back guy who taught her jornalist class. Mid twenties he looked, pretty handsome... but for some reason whenever Emma saw a good looking guy she'd always remember Jay Hogart was a lot more handsome, and a lot more breath taking...and a smart ass.
Emma sighed again, remembering they had a doctors appointment today.
"Right, you're married." Jesse said, his face looking amazed and shocked and then brushing it off, "I actually called you in to see if you wanted to read it at the Act Pub, it's a good piece." he said.
Emma gawked, "Really?"
He chuckled, "Emma you're the only one who really listens in this class and shows me what I wanna see." he got lost thinking about his other students, "I usually have Tammy sleeping in the front row, most people don't show up..pretty sure that Harris guy does every report he writes on Dogs."
Emma lightly giggled and thought about it, "Alright, I'll do it."
He nods, "Looks good on your resume if you want to go far on this." he handed her report and she went to take it but he held it.
She looked at him slowly for him to rise an eyebrow.
"Which I think you could." his eyes held hers for another moment before letting it go.
Emma coughed awkwardly, feeling him hitting on her and eyeing her but she nodded, "what day?"
"Friday night, I could pick you up if you needed." he offered.
"No that's okay, I'll see you there for 8?" she asked and smiled again when he nodded, "Thanks professor." she said and turned.
"It's Jesse!" he called after her with a grin
Emma smiled shaking her head and left the room, hey she was pregnant.. she was going to enjoy as much attention she could get before getting fat. She was turning to then jump, seeing who leaned in her hallway waiting for her, Jay.
"Professors hitting on students." Jay said, flipping his phone out as it vibrated, "Cliche." he picked it up as he turned away from her.
Emma scowled at his back as he answered the call, sounded like it was the Doctor.
"Yup, I'm on my way back now, we'll see you there." with that, Jay hung up and turned back to Emma, eyeing her up and down.
She tried not to get goosebumps at his stare and crossed her arms, "Who was that?" she asked. Sometimes, it was REALLY hard trying to stay away from him herself.. he had such a irresistable pull on her.
"Doc. Let's go." he told her, nodding at the Exit and raised an eyebrow waiting for her to pass so he could follow her out.
Emma ugh'd and went, and he swiped her report out of her hands, she went to protest but rolled her eyes, letting him scan through it as they walked out of the building and towards his car.
"He's full of shit, this report is worth a 70, at best." Jay confirmed, shoving it back to Emma's hands as he walked to his side of the car.
Emma stopped in her tracks, before opening the door, "Excuse me?!" she has never heard ANYONE tell her her work was less than what it got. She was ALWAYS the smart girl!
Jay leaned his elbows on his civic, looking at her over his car, "You wrote about the Ottawa train threat, that's not a story, that's a cheap 'i got nothin' article." he confirmed, "You could of wrote about those girls that were missing for years and years and finally found or.." as he went on, Emma fumed.
Maybe because he was pulling things right out of his ass and she had actually STRUGGLED finding a story and he was right, she did kinda just find a random news report and wrote as much as she could about it and it WAS kinda boring..
SHE BLAMED JAY ! And this baby! That's all she damn well thought about.
"Just sayin." he said with a shrug, opening his car door, "You want be known for your brains or flirting your way through Jornalism?" he hid his smirk, climbing in and hoped that stopped her little smiles at her professor.
Maybe he was being TOO rough on her, but he didn't want her flirting back or tossing smiles over at her Professor.. for professional reasons, and reasons that may have to with wanting to punch the guy in the face if he looked the way he did at his wife again.
Emma got in, not fuming so much anymore.. he was right, she was better than this. She just didn't know where her head was.
When they reached their destination, Emma tilted her head at the large beautiful house, grey bricks, gates to lead up a nice sement driveway and even a few gardners outside doing lovely work on the plants around the house.
"We're going to the Doctors house?" Emma asked.
Jay smirked over to her, "This is my place, Emma." he forgot she's never been, and watched her eyes twinkle looking it over, "What?" he teased, "Thought I'd go all out like your dad for a mansion? All I need is this."
"Still big." she insisted, getting out of his car and a bit excited to see the inside and into Jay's life, "Do you have your own maids too?"
She giggled at his obvious grin.
"You do." she declared and he nodded.
"Lets go rainman." he teased, putting a hand on her back after opening his front door.
Emma had chills run up her spine and walked a bit faster to get his hand off her, she couldn't control herself when he did that..when he touched her, she forgot that she was trying to resist him when he did.
"Jayson." Raditch came up the few stairs to the entrance, his german shepard following him, "Some doctor is here, you hurt?" he checked him up and down, "Shot?" he pointed behind him, "Want me to go get one of those italian girls?"
Emma crossed her arms, feeling a little jealous as she shot a glance over at Jay, "Yeah maybe go for the Italian girl, sure she could tend to your wound better then a Doctor."
Raditch turned, finally noticing her, "Woah." he scanned her, "You are one beaut. Sorry I didn't see you there."
"Sorry I'm not Italian." Emma bittered back. So what? Was Jay fooling around with other girls? She'd love to meet one.
"Sorry your not either." he chuckled and Jay tried not to smirk, seeing Emma not even crack a smile.
"Hilarious." was all she said, her eyes scanning the house.
"Does she know who she's talkin to?" Raditch asked jokingly, glancing at Jay who chuckled, taking his jacket off.
"Uncle Raditch," he pointed swiftly at Emma as he lead her to the stairs, "Meet the wife."
Emma still had her arms crossed but Raditch looked shocked and scanned her ring and then slowly nodded. Made sence, a firey blonde, clearly not a dumb one, but definatly a hot one. Completely Jay's type.
"Ahhh so your one of the Hogart Women that thinks she has a say." he joked.
Emma went to open her mouth but Jay's mother cut her off, walking in, "All Hogart woman have a say and what she says usually goes." she taunted.
Jay rolled his eyes smirking at Emma's smirk, she clearly agreed with his mother.
"Great, their going to gang up." Raditch said and whistled to his dog, "Lets go Brozer" he and the dog left.
"Your Doctors all set up in the medical room." Spike told her son, tossing a smile to Emma.
Emma looked to Jay, "We're doing it here?" No, there was more questions, "You have a medical room?"
"I even have a theatre room." he taunted, not seeing the big deal.
Spike smirked between the two, seeing the obvious connection, "Emma would you mind me attending this? I'd love to see my grand son or grand daughter." she blinked, "Wow, Im gonna be a grandma."
"Uh yeah, I don't mind." Emma insisted, looking at Jay for an objection, he just shrugged careless and they went up the stairs.
The doctor came back into the room after running some tests with Emma, and when she finally got back changed into her clothes, she sat in the room with Spike and Jay.
Jay leaned forward on his elbows, just in thought and snapped out it when the Doctor came in, and he stood up.
Emma smiled a little seeing how nervous yet excited Jay was.
"Jay, sit, you're going to have a panic attack." teased his mother and Emma lightly laughed as he came back and sat beside her.
The Doctor was a dark skinned man, and a professional, one of the best. He was use to private medical meetings with..richer clients.. criminal clients. They always wanted it confidential.
"Alright, here's your ultra." he said, giving a picture over to Emma and Jay and Spike tilted her heads, getting a look at the small baby of now three months in Emma's belly.
"Woah.." drifted Jay, shocked this was getting so real.
Emma snuck a glance at him, smiling softly and her heart clenching, she glanced at Spike who swiped a tear quickly, getting emotional.
"It's a girl." Spike said knowingly.
The doctor smiled, nodding, "Indeed it is, a healthy one." he looked to Emma, "Keep doing what your doing, remember to eat for two, and your about to show awfully soon."
Emma bit her lip nervously to that, it was hard enough not really explaining to people she was married, now had to tell them married and pregnant? With a theifs baby.
"Congradulations honey." Spike huggged Emma before he left, "Come around more." she softly said, but it was kind of like a question too.
Emma smiled sadly, wishing she could.
Jay was in the back grabbing something as she stood alone with her, "I wish I could." she looked around the place, "Your homes beautiful. " she told Spike.
Spike smiled, "Well now it's Jay's, I just live in it." she joked.
Emma lightly laughed as Jay came back, his glowing happy mood looked now ruined, "Lets go." he grumbled to Emma.
Even Spike noticed something different, "What's wrong?" he just shook his head.
He went to leave but Emma didn't follow, crossing her arms at him, "Lets go." he repeated more sternly.
"Tell us what's wrong." Emma ordered.
"What are you, like partners in crime here?" Jay taunted his wife and mother.
"I'm married to you, I have a right to know what's going on." Emma declared, glaring a little.
"And I'm your mother." Spike simply reminded.
Jay reminded Emma in a taunting way "You're not with me, your choice might I add, so what if it's my business?" he taunted some more, "Maybe I have a girl friend who needs my attention now and getting mad I'm wasting time here with you and could be with her?"
"Jayson." Spike protested, rolling her eyes. If only Emma knew how many girls Jay turned down at parties and specail occasions.
Emma fumed though, he knew how to crawl under her skin, "Fine, lets go." she said, opening the door, "She can put up with your moody narcissist ass."
"Goodbye kids." teased Spike at the fighting lovers as Jay closed the door roughly behind him and Emma, grumbling under his breath.