A/N: Sorry I haven't written in so long! Here's the next part.

The stillness of the night hung over the roof of Emma's house. Emma could feel her mind slowly easing into sleep when she heard the window slide open. She could hear footsteps making their way to Emma's bed, and then her covers were pulled back as someone climbed into bed with her. She felt sudden warmth as she was pulled into those familiar arms.

"Sean, what are you doing here?" she said, glad he couldn't see the small smile on her face.

Sean frowned, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "How'd you know it was me?" he asked.

Emma shrugged. "I didn't. I wasn't sure if it was you or one of my numerous secret boyfriends. Lucky guess."

"Hey!" he exclaimed, and she laughed. "I was kidding. I could just tell it was you." He leaned his head down and bit her gently, leaving a perfect circle of teeth marks. "That's what you get for worrying me," he scolded.

Emma raised an eyebrow. "I worried you? I'm sorry." She grinned flirtatiously at him. "How can I possibly make it up to you?" she asked.

Sean grinned back at her. "I'm sure I can think of something," he teased as he pulled her in tightly.

xXx

Emma groggily opened her eyes. "What time is it?" she muttered. For a second she couldn't remember anything. What had she done last night? Then she turned and saw Sean sleeping next to her. Oh, yeah. God, he looked hot in the morning.

Sean's eyes opened a bit. "Em?" he asked. "Who else? Listen, my parents will be back from their little weekend getaway soon, so get dressed," she told him.

Sean looked up at the clock. "Em, your parents aren't going to be back for hours. Relax." Emma nestled her head into his chest. "You're right. As always."

He laughed. "Right as always? Me? I'm never right, unless the topic is sex. Now that is a subject I'm always right in." Emma hit him with a pillow. "So conceited," she teased as she snuggled up against him.

Sean kissed her forehead. "You're so beautiful. Have I ever told you that?" Emma smiled up at him. "Only about thirty times a day," she told him. "Well, you are. Don't ever forget it. You're the most beautiful...perfect...amazing...I don't deserve-" He broke off and held her tighter. "God, I love you," he murmured. She sighed in content, and whispered into his ear, "I wish every day could be like this." He pulled away from her, his face serious. "What if it could be? What if every day could be like this?"

Emma laughed. "If every day was like this, then I'd end up pregnant in about a week." Sean shook his head. "I'm serious. You love me, right?" Emma gave him a confused look. "Of course I love you." "Then move in with me."

Emma instantly sat up, pulling the sheets up with her. "What? Move in...with you?" Sean rolled his eyes. "No, Em, move in with Jay. Of course with me." Emma's eyes widened. "Wow. Sean, I-I don't know. Moving in...that's a really big step Sean. I mean, I'm only 15. What will my parents say?"

"Why is it that you always worry about what other people want? So try again. Pretend that you have no parents. Do you want to move in?" Emma didn't say anything. Sean started to get out of the bed. "Okay, guess that's a "no"," he muttered. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Yes," she whispered. "More than anything." Sean's face was lit with a smile. "Talk to your parents. They'll understand. They just want you to be happy, right?" Emma nodded. "Yeah, I guess so," she said nervously. "Well, I know so," he said confidently. But Emma still wasn't so sure.

xXx

"You want to WHAT?" Spike yelled, leaping to her feet. Emma gulped. "Um...I want to move in with Sean. Please?" Spike snorted. "Sure you can. When you're 21." Emma crossed her arms and glared. "Don't you give me that look, young lady," Spike warned.

"Young lady? Mom, I'm not a little girl anymore. Listen, it's not like I have anything against you. I just...I love Sean. And I want to live with him. I'll still visit you like, all the time. And I'll see Snake every day in school. Just please. I really want this."

"Like it or not, Emma Elizabeth Nelson, you are my daughter and I am not letting you go live with your boyfriend," Spike said, shaking her head.

"Why not?" Emma challenged. "You're 15, that's why!" Spike exclaimed. "You were 16 when you had me," Emma reminded her. "Emma, you are not living with Sean. I refuse you!" Emma tried to hold back her tears, but they started to burn against her eyes. "But Mom, that's not fair!" "Life's not fair. Get over it!" "I hate you, I really do," Emma sobbed as she ran into her room.

Snake walked up behind his wife. "Honey, just let her go. Let her go and be happy. You know she hasn't been the same, ever since Jack was born. It's not like we're losing her forever. Just let her go."

Spike sighed, and walked silently up to Emma's room, where her daughter was crying into her pillow. She placed a warm hand on Emma's back. "Go away," she sniffed. "I can't," Spike told her. "I have to help you pack your suitcases." Emma looked up at her with red-rimmed eyes. Spike nodded, smiling sadly. Emma screamed, and threw her arms around Spike. Spike clung to her daughter, holding onto the last piece of her daughter's childhood.

A/N: R&R!