Hey everybody, sorry it's been a long time since I last updated, I've had a lot of things to work through, but anyway here's chapter 13 :)

Emily, Mick and Mick's mum, Gloria, pulled up at Mick's childhood home 40 minutes later. They got out of the car, Emily looked up to see that Mick's childhood home wasn't as small as she thought it might be. In fact, the 2-story worn down house in the middle of the city was nothing compared to the beutiful 3-story country-style estate looking house that was infront of her right now. Mick turned to her with a smirk on that gorgeous face of his and said.

"Not what you were expecting, love?"

"What?" She proclaimed in fake shock at his question. "I always thought the bad-boy wanna-be grew up in a place like this." Giving him a wink as she followed Gloria through the door of the house.

Mick followed the two women and as soon as he stepped in the house was instantly greeted in a bear hug by his father, Peter.

"Mick, my boy, you've done a lot of growing since I last saw you," He said. "And this beautiful woman beside you must be Emily, who we've all heard so much about."

"I am." Said Emily, noticing Mick and his father's similar features.

"Wow, you're even more gorgeous then my son said you were." Peter said, taking her hand and kissing it, in a very classical british way.

"Thank you, very much." Emily replied, with a hugh grin on her face.

"Peter, leave the girl alone." Gloria said to her husband, then turning to Emily said "Emily, dear, you must meet Micks sister, Sarah, I know I'm under a promise not to tell you Micks little secrets, but I'm sure Sarah won't mind telling you anything."

"I have to go put my sister in a headlock until she promises not to say anything, be right back." Mick quickly said, rushing away from Emily and Gloria, into the kitchen where his sister presumebly was.

"Oh no you don't, Mick Rawson, I want to know those secrets." Emily shouted, quickly following him, leaving his mother laughing to herself.

"Kids, I can only help but wonder what's going happen when she finds out about the mohawk he had when he was 15." Shaking her head and heading off to the kitchen.

"So," Emily turned to Mick later on, while they were in bed together, "You're sister told me earlier that you used to dance to Cindy Lauper when you were younger." She said with and giggle and and wink.

"That girl likes to lie, a lot." He said, laughing in embarrassment.

"Oh, she was lying?" She asked, laughing.

"Yeah, she was." He replied, bringing down his arms to her stomach and starting to lightly tickle it.

"You better not start tickling me, Mick Rawson." She faux warned.

"And what, Miss Prentiss, are you going to if I do?" He questioned, tickling her even more.

"Stop it!" She said, unable to control her own laughter.

"Naa, I'm rather enjoying myself, love." He laughed at her, still tickling her stomach.

"I hate you." She joked.

"I love you, too." He said, giving her lips a quick peck.

"Good." She exclaimed, returning his small kiss.

"Very good, I'd say." Kissing her neck inbetween words.

She laughed as he returned back up to her face and then she asked.

"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?"

"Hmm, well, I was thinking I would make you a good old British breakfast in the morning, and then after that I'm not quite sure." He replied, smiling down at her.

"British breakfast? You? As in cook it yourself?" She questioned, laughing at his fake offence.

"I can cook, Miss Emily, you know very well I can."

"You? Cook? Mick, darling, I don't think them two words are very good together." She said with a wink

"I can, I'm a great cook."

"Ha-ha, whatever you say baby." She laughed

"You'll see tomorrow, love, and you'll be begging for more." He said, grabbing her and kissing her with passion.

So there it was, chapter 13, hope you enjoyed, reviews are always welcome sexy people x