**I do NOT own Jeff or Shannon, TNA does. I only own Emma and Krystal** **I also don't own and movies mentioned either** **Enjoy**Read & Review**

June 25th

Emma and Ashton had been home three days. Ashton had fallen easily into a routine that Emma liked. Shannon had gone back on the road. Emma woke up, gave Ashton a bath and dressed her before going to the kitchen. She placed Ashton in her carrier seat before she made breakfast for her.

Shannon called around noon and talked to Emma. He said that he would be home in a few days.

By five o'clock that night Emma was tired and ready for bed. She had just laid Ashton down for the night. Emma was sitting on the couch. Hela and Dragon were on the couch with her, Oz on the floor in front of the couch. The doorbell rang. She hesitated, but Ashton didn't wake up. She got up and opened the door. It was her mother.

"What?" asked Emma.

"Is that the way you treat your mother," she said. "Well, can I come in?"

"No. What do you want?" asked Emma.

"I came by to see my granddaughter," she said.

"No. You've already made it known that you don't want to have anything to do with my family or me. So you can get in that car and go back to where ever you are staying," said Emma.

Emma closed the door and locked it. She turned off the lights and walked up the stairs to her room. Ashton was still lying in the small bassinet fast asleep. Emma changed clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. Emma sighed and looked at her baby, Ashton looked so much like her.

She has got to have Shannon's characteristics, thought Emma.

Emma stayed in the room reading a book until eight o'clock. She closed the book and turned off the light and went to bed.

Patricia got back in the car and headed back to Krystal's house. She pulled into the driveway and tuned off the car. Krystal was sitting on the porch with the baby monitor.

"Well?" asked Krystal.

"She wouldn't even let me in the house," said Patricia walking in the house.

"Why?" asked Krystal. "You are still her mother after all."

"That is what I said, but she basically threw my letter back in my face. So it is whatever. She wants to be that way, so be it," said Patricia closing the door to the guestroom.

Krystal shook her head and walked up the stairs to hers and Jeff's room. She closed the door behind her and got ready for bed. Jeff would be back in a few days and they would start on baby number two.

Shannon pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. He looked at his phone, seven-thirty. Shannon got out of the car and walked up the front path and through the door. He dropped his bag and walked up the stairs. As he walked down the hall he head moaning. Shannon slowed his pace and listened.

"Uh…yeah…there. That feels better," moaned Emma.

Shannon crept down the hall. He stood outside the door and listened.

"Oh, god…yeah…" moaned Emma.

Shannon was fixing to open the door when he head Ashton whine. He walked across the hall and picked her up. She was still crying. Shannon bounced her a little before she calmed down. He laid her back in her bed and she went back to sleep. Shannon was fixing to walk out of the room when he heard his bedroom door open.

Shannon peeked out the door and saw a man walk out of his room. The guy smiled back into the room before he walked down the stairs. Shannon walked out of Ashton's room and over to his. Without knocking he walked into the room, the door slamming into the wall; unintentionally waking Ashton again; making Emma jump.

Emma jumped when the door hit the wall. The bathrobe she was wearing, slid down her shoulder. She heard Ashton crying. As she turned to leave the room, she came face to face with a very angry Shannon.

"Shannon? What are you doing home?" asked Emma retying her robe. "I didn't think you would be back until tomorrow."

"Obviously," said Shannon.

'What?" asked Emma.

"Who was that?" asked Shannon pointing out the door.

"Phil," said Emma. "Why?"

"Why was he here?" asked Shannon.

"He is my masseuse, Shannon. Don't think I was cheating on you. I usually go to Madam Teresa's to get my massage, but I can at the moment so she sent Phil here. He just finished, now if you don't mind you woke up Ashton," said Emma.

Emma walked past Shannon and into Ashton's room. After about five minutes she came back in and changed into her nightclothes. She didn't say anything to Shannon, who was still in the same spot. Once she was in bed, she turned off the light and laid down.

Shannon finally got a hold of himself and walked into the bathroom. He showered and changed clothes. He walked back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. He rolled over to look at Emma, who had her back to him.

"Babe, you still awake?" asked Shannon.

"I don't wanna talk to you," said Emma.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions and I shouldn't have," said Shannon.

"Damn right you shouldn't have. I've told you before that Phil is my masseuse, and you still freak out," said Emma.

"Well, I didn't think he looked like that, I thought he was gay," said Shannon.

"Nice…," said Emma. "Phil is married and is expecting his fourth baby. He was beyond happy that we had a baby. He thinks Ashton looks more like you than me."

"Oh. Now I really feel like an ass," said Shannon to Emma's back.

"Good," said Emma. "But I accept your apology."

Emma rolled over and looked at Shannon. Shannon looked upset that she didn't wanna talk to him. She pulled herself closer to him and put her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.

"I love you, babe," said Shannon.

"I love you too," said Emma.

Emma and Shannon fell asleep like that. Emma was woken up by a sound coming from down stairs. She sat up and listened. She heard more movement. She looked next to her and Shannon was still asleep. She leaned over and shook him until he woke up.

"What?" said Shannon half asleep.

"There is someone downstairs," said Emma.

"What?" said Shannon opening his eyes.

"I hear someone down stairs," said Emma.

As she said that Shannon heard the movement downstairs. He slid out of the bed and grabbed the baseball bat.

"Grab your cell phone and go in Ashton's room," said Shannon.

Emma nodded and grabbed her phone. As Shannon walked out of the room Emma followed him and scooted into Ashton's room.

"Call 911. Tell them someone is in the house," said Shannon.

Shannon kissed Emma before she shut the door. Shannon slowly walked down the stairs. There was another noise. It was coming from the basement. Shannon looked around; the dogs had been let out without barking. He ran back up the stairs. Emma was fixing to dial the number when he told her to stop. Emma looked at him funny. She picked up Ashton and followed him down the stairs. Shannon motioned to the back yard where the dogs were.

Emma walked over to the back door and let the dogs in. Shannon walked over to the basement steps and turned on the light. All movement ceased in the basement. Shannon walked down the steps, slowly. When he reached the bottom he looked around the basement.

As Shannon turned to look in the back corner he saw a figure crouched in the corner. Shannon stepped down on the floor and walked over to the figure.

Um, hello?" said Shannon slowly walking over.

No answer.

"Um, whatcha doing down here?" asked Shannon.

No answer.

"Shannon? What's going on?" asked Emma.

Before Shannon could answer Emma was walking down the stairs with Ashton. Emma saw Shannon, then the figure. She eyed the figure before she handed Ashton off to Shannon. Emma got down on the floor and sat back on her claves. Emma stared at the figure for a few more minutes before she said anything.

"You realize this is breaking and entering," said Emma.

No answer.

"What are you doing here?" asked Emma.

Still no answer.

"Want to tell me your name?" asked Emma.

No answer.

Emma stuck her hand out and watched the figure flinch. Emma slowly placed her had on the figures are. She applied little force and turned the figure around. When the figured looked up at Emma, she gasped.