Chapter 2
The next day it was sunny, although the sun was obstructed by a few clouds. Emily woke up, feeling a bit more tired than usual. She turned over, going back to sleep. For some reason, she felt a sadness come over her, that was trapping her, encasing her. It scratched at her, itching, and swelling, like a parasite that was trapped in her body. She felt as if she wanted to cry. It was an inward pain that brought about fear. She felt hopeless, trapped, as if she had a wound, a scar that wouldn't heal. Emily felt as if she had just been screamed at. As if she had just been hurt. Why did she feel this way? She remembered the nightmare she just had some time ago. She remembered the screaming, the ripping, and tearing, the gunshots.
Emily's head began hurting. Why though? It only began hurting really bad when she woke up. She felt her head throbbing now, and her chest stinging, as she sat up. Her chest stung very bad. Emily's mind flashed in and out of visions.
The day was a gray, overcast day with clouds and rain that had set in. It was a day where people had whispered among themselves, as the sky remained a blood, red flesh color. Everyone wore all black, as they stood outside. Everyone sat in chairs, looking at the caskets that sat in front of them. Emily came up to the caskets, touching them. She didn't have the mental capacity to fully understand, so she didn't know what was happening. She touched the caskets, feeling them, exploring them, the way a one year old would touch, and feel a toy.
Tears streamed down Emily's cheek, as she felt the pain of her head. It was ok, though. She could soothe herself, and bear it. She had bore other pains much more severe, and survived all by herself. She never had anyone to comfort her, or tell her it was going to be ok. Emily sniffled, getting up, trying to find Bev.
Emily walked into the kitchen, finding Bev sitting down having some coffee, while Ed tied his tie. "Good morning, my sunshine". Bev said in a deep, raspy, yet gentle feminine voice, it sounded deep, like a smoker's voice. Bev smiled a cunning, gentle smile, kissing Emily's cheek. "I love you so much, my beautiful girl". The kiss was wet, and left a lipstick smear on Emily's cheek. "Mommy". Emily said. "You look fabulous, my gift". Bev said, massaging Emily's cheeks. "How are you this morning?". Bev asked, kindly. "I'm ok". Emily said. "Morning, lima bean". Ed said, coming over, scooping Emily into a hug. "Daddy". Emily smiled. "How are you?". "Good". Emily said. Bev smiled, sighing, admiring her little girl. She was so cute, so...innocent. She needed to be protected, as did every handicapped person.
"Gosh darn it!". Ed grumbled, complaining. "Yes, dear?". Bev sighed, knowing this would be another one of Ed's tirades. Ed kept himself from using bad words like "Damn" around Emily. "The index is down 54% from what it was last time". "Stupid, stupid market". "At least it doesn't affect us". Bev sighed, nonchalantly, just going along with what Ed said. "I don't have school today". Emily said. "I stay at home". "That ought to be fun". Ed said. "You get to stay at home with mommy". "Yes". Emily said. "Yes, that will be fun". Bev said, gently, yet deciduously, as she drank her coffee. She kept her relationship with Rocko a secret from everyone. No one knew, no one could catch on that he was coming over to "do chores".
"Are you working with her, today?". Ed asked, finishing his cereal. "Perhaps". Bev said, pursing her lips. "We'll find something to do". Emily sat, feeling the pain in her chest worsen. She also felt fear come up as well. It was a deadly fear, that arose from being threatened. It was a fear that came up as a result of being in danger. She felt anxiety. Something bad was going to happen. She saw the visions come to her. The darkness, the pain, came to her, flashing in and out of consciousness again.
Rita lay lifeless on the ground as it was covered with blood. John laid lifeless in another area. The engine had stopped humming. The ground had stopped shaking. Now, everyone lay still, unable to move. They were unable to get up. Emily looked at them, as they stopped breathing. Their skin was cold, and clammy. The ground was still, dry, and cold. Emily wandered around, unable to comprehend what happened. She tried waking them up. She felt her body shake, as she wandered through the wreckage. She stared, unable to comprehend why they didn't get up. Emily felt a pain arise in her chest. Her parents weren't coming back. They were gone.
Emily felt the pain in her chest worsen, as she saw another vision. A roar similar to a plane engine, she heard in the background. She sat, staring blankly ahead. Tears welled up in her eyes.
When she came back to consciousness, she saw that Bev went outside. "Emily, sweetie". Ed said, as Emily looked up at him. "I'm leaving now". Ed said, gently. "I'll see you later, ok?". "Ok". Emily said, as if the pain did not affect her.
Ed closed the door behind him, and went out to his car. Emily sat inside, feeling the pain in her chest, the stinging grow worse. She just bore it as if it was a normal thing. She was fine on her own.
She was still in her full body, princess pajamas. She hadn't dressed yet.
She went outside to see Bev drinking her coffee, having a cigarette. "Mommy". Emily said, coming over. She hobbled a bit as she walked. She only learned to walk a year ago. "Sweetie". Bev said in a deep, raspy, yet gentle voice. Emily's eyes welled up with tears. Even though she tried to hide it. "Love, what's wrong?". Bev said, gently. Tears streamed down Emily's cheek. "What happened, sweetie?". Bev asked, in a gentle, kind voice. "Tell me what's wrong". "Nothing". Emily said, turning her head. Tears still streamed down her face. "Tell me". Bev said, kindly. "I hurt". Emily said, sniffling. "Where do you hurt, love?". Bev asked, gently. "My heart". Emily said, as tears still came down her eyes. They were disorganized tears. Her face was red. She cried loudly. "Sweetie, it'll be ok". Bev said, gently. "It's ok". "A kiss will make it go away". She massaged Emily's cheeks, kissing her forehead. "Did you sleep well last night?". Bev asked, gently. Emily knew she could be honest with Bev. Bev was kind enough. "No". Emily said. "I had a nightmare". "Sweetie, that's not good". Bev said, kindly, yet with concern. "Mmm, what was your nightmare about?". Bev asked, gently, softly. She had a whisper, soft emphasis on the "t".
"Me and my family, went outside, and played". Emily began. She said this in a broken, speech, underdeveloped speech, and I simplistic manner. "I saw my family fall". "They had a gun, and they shot my family". "My family died". "They're not sleeping". "They died". "I heard a gun, and I heard a plane". "It crashed". "My family died". "Everybody died". "My heart hurts".
"Is this your birth family?". Bev asked, gently. "Yes". Emily said. "Mommy had brown hair". "Mm, your birth family passed away when you were very young". Bev said, gently. There was some comfort behind her voice. "They died?". Emily asked. "Yes". Bev said, softly. "Why did they die?". Emily asked. "Well, sweetie, some very terrible things happened". Bev said, gently. "There were some bad men that attacked them". "Oh". Emily said.
Bev took Emily's hands in hers. It was time to be honest. "Emily, sweetie, you had a wonderful birth family". Bev said, kindly. "I did?". Emily asked. "You did". Bev said, with comfort, and gentle behind her voice. "You had a mom, you had a dad, they loved you very much". "When you were young, you used to love your family". "Ok". Emily said. "Your birth mother would hold you in her arms, and tell you how much she loved you". Bev said, gently. "I see my mommy sometimes, when I pray to god". Emily said. "That's wonderful". Bev said, smiling gently. "Your birth mother would be so proud of the person you've become". "You truly are a special, wonderful, exquisite person that is always good to everyone". Bev said, gently. "My mommy went to heaven". Emily said. "Yes, she did". Bev said, gently. "Your birth mother knows just how special you are, and is always protecting you". "I know". Emily said.
"Did I go to the orphanage?". Emily asked. Emily had a hard time pronouncing the word orphanage, so Bev guided her through it. "You did". Bev said, gently. "You were taken to the orphanage after someone picked you up". "The orphanage wasn't hard on you, although, you did have a difficult time". Smoke came from Bev's cigarette. The smoke swirled up, on a thin narrow, line. Bev held the cigarette tucked between her fingers. "You had a hard time". Bev said, gently, simplifying it for Emily. "Did somebody hit me?". Emily asked. "Well, no one hurt you there". Bev said, gently. "But, you were never held, touched, cuddled, no one kissed you". "You would cry, and cry, no one comforted you". "You never played, or ate solid food". "You were deprived of care". "Why do I have to be held?". Emily asked.
"When you were young, you were a beautiful, cute, wonderful baby". Bev said, gently. "You used to smile, and play". "You were so pleasant". "But, sometimes, when a baby doesn't have their mommy, or anyone to hold them, and play with them, they don't develop, and grow". "You didn't get the care you needed in the orphanage, so you didn't grow". Bev said, gently. She decided to be honest with Emily now. She perhaps didn't want to be negative, or cynical, although, the truth was the truth. "I didn't grow?". Emily asked. "Well, sweetie, you have many great qualities, and you are amazing". "I love you so much, you mean the world to me". Bev said, gently. "But, you do have a disability". "What's a disability?". Emily sounded out the big word, having difficulty pronouncing it. She was such a hard worker, and eager learner, she didn't quit. "A disability is something that keeps you from doing something". Bev said, gently. "You have a learning disability". "It's harder for you to learn, and think". "Oh". Emily said. "I'm not smart?". Emily asked. "I'm afraid not, sweetie". Bev said, gently. "It isn't your fault". "You had bad things happen to you when you were young". "You were attacked, you were threatened, you survived a lot of traumatic experiences". Emily began to remember these things. These weird things that came up in her nightmares were memories.
"Sometimes, when traumatic, terrible things happen to us, we have memories of them". Bev said, gently. "We tend to have bad dreams, flashbacks, post traumatic stress disorder, PTSD". "PTSD". Emily repeated, pointing. She had learned something new. "You have PTSD". Bev said, sympathetically. "That's what may be causing your nightmares". "Oh". Emily said. Bev put her cigarette in the ashtray. Emily looked down at her medal her birth mom gave her. "I love your necklace". Bev smiled. "Your birth family gave you your necklace". "She did?". Emily asked. "She did". Bev said, gently. "You and her had a special bond". "I know". Emily said. "Do you miss her?". Bev asked, kindly, yet softly. Emily didn't respond. Emily didn't have the mental capacity at times to focus, and she was still learning to respond to her name.
"Emily". Bev said, gently. Emily lifted her head. "Sweetie, do you miss your birth mother?". Bev asked. "Yes". Emily said, as tears welled up in her eyes. "It's ok, sweetie". Bev said, gently. "I know it was difficult losing her". "Your birth mother was an incredible woman". "yeah". Emily said. "She loved you very much". Bev said, sympathetically. "I want to be smart". Emily said, as tears welled up in her eyes. She began crying. "I want to be normal". "I don't...I can't...I can't say what I want to say". "I want to do normal things". "I don't want to be di-sa-bled". Emily tried to pronounce the word. Emily's speech sounded broken. It sounded damaged. The pain, the trauma, the war of a bad night, the blood of a broken family, and death, tragedy, disabled Emily, and kept her from leading a normal life.
"Sweetie, you are a very special person". Bev said, gently. "You are loved so much". "No, I'm not". Emily said, as tears streamed down her cheek. "It's my fault". "I didn't..I didn't save my family". "It's my fault". "I'm not smart". "I...I...I". "It's ok, love". Bev said, gently. "You've done so much for daddy, and I". "You are our greatest gift". "I love how selfless, and humble, kind, and strong you are". "Sweetie, it's not your fault, you have a disability". "You experienced trauma". Bev was kind, and patient with Emily. "That's ok". "You are such a selfless person, such a helpful person to daddy and I". Bev said, gently. "You've given us everything we could possibly want in a family". Her voice became soft, and motherly. Though it retained it's gravelly, raspy nature. "You make us, us". She blew out smoke from her cigarette. Tears streamed down Emily's face. Honesty was becoming absolute. "You've been self reliant for a long time". Bev said, sympathetically. Emily sat, looking upward. Silk rustled, as Emily responded to Bev's voice. The silk was from Bev's inappropriate, skimpy, negligee that outlined her breasts. She also wore fishnet stockings, and black, high heels.
Emily looked serious, yet innocent. Goal oriented, like a trier. Just as a noble, hero protagonist would. "Now, you should let us take care of you". Bev said, gently. A cloud of smoke appeared around Bev. Bev blew out more smoke. "Sweetie, I have something for you, that best alludes, our friendship". Bev said, gently. She still spoke in a deep, feminine, smoker's voice. She took out a bracelet, with the word, "precious" on it. It was a silver bracelet, with a main silver part, that said, "precious". Beside the word, there was a rose design. Emily looked at the bracelet, examining it, seeing what it was. "Here, sweetie". Bev said, gently, putting the bracelet on Emily's wrist.
"Thank you, mommy". Emily said, looking up at her. "Of course, my precious love". Bev kissed Emily's cheek. Emily stopped crying, as there was a wet spot near the corner of her eye. She sniffled. "Shh, it's ok, my precious angel". Bev said, gently. She massaged Emily's cheeks. "I love you so much, sweet love". Bev nuzzled Emily. "I love you, too, mommy". Emily said. "Mmm, would you like some almond milk, sweetie?". Bev asked, gently. "Some yogurt?". "I'll put the cookies in there you like". "Yes, please". Emily said, looking up at Bev. "of course, darling". Bev said, gently. She kissed Emily's cheek, smiling, a cunning smile. Bev put her cigarette out, opening the sliding glass door from the porch to the house.
She opened the door to her new fridge, getting yogurt out for Emily She opened it from the tab top, and put Oreo cookie pieces in there. She tied a bib around Emily's neck, and wiped Emily's face with a wipie. She then kissed Emily's cheeks. "Enjoy, sweetie". Bev said, then disappearing. She left the kitchen. Emily didn't mind being by herself. She kind of enjoyed it.
There was a soft knock at the door, as Bev took off her heels, so she wouldn't be heard walking toward the door. Rocko snuck in, closing the door softly behind. "I have my daughter today". Bev whispered. A bit deep from her voice could be heard as she talked to Rocko. "She was off of school". "She won't know, will she?". Rocko whispered. "I gave her breakfast, she'll take some time figuring that out". Bev whispered. "Mmm". "mm". They mumbled. They then snuck into the master bedroom. Rocko wasn't even seen by Rachel.
They began kissing, as Rocko took off his shirt, and shorts, revealing his underwear. "Oh, you shaved, for me?". Bev said in a sexual register. She smiled a dirty, nasty, seductive smile. "Yes, I did it for myself more than anyone". Rocko said in his alluring voice. "Oh, you $#$". Bev said, sexually. She posed, in her black, silk bra on the bed. Rocko could feel himself having a gasm of some kind. They then kissed, kissed with ecstasy, as Rocko unhooked Bev's black, silk, "Victoria's Secret" bra. They continued kissing, until they were both nude. Soon, they were joining their reproductive organs, in a fascinating way, feeling the fuzzy feelings, curling their tongues, and slipping one organ into another. Bev felt completely satisfied by the rock hard feeling of a reproductive organ in hers. She felt entranced by the fuzzy, V hurting ecstasy it brought her. She had a fetish for sex. She had a fetish for male reproductive organs. She felt as if she was in heaven all the way through.
They continued kissing, taking it to the bed now. They kissed, they joined reproductive organs, and did some pretty naughty things. I'm not going to get into details right now, it's gross. Although, Rocko did whisper in Bev's ear, which made her delighted.
"Prsss". "Trrt". "Trrt". The sheets rustled, as there was whispering. "Mm, you're not married, are you?". Bev whispered. "No". Rocko whispered. "Mmm, you're so...limber". Bev whispered. "I like that in a man". The sheets rustled, as they continued their sex. "What time do you have?". A whisper came through. "I don't know". Another whisper came through. They continued kissing, and doing things. "What". There was emphasis on the "t", as the sheets rustled. They continued kissing.
Emily finished her breakfast. Her chest stung with a powerful pain. She felt sadness creep up, so she couldn't finish eating. Emily felt tears come to her eyes, as she cried. She looked down at her necklace, her birth mother gave her. She began praying again, although she feared praying didn't work. She cried, rocking back and forth to self soothe. She got up, going to see Bev. She needed to see Bev, and have her kindness. She trusted Bev. Bev was perhaps the only person she trusted. "Mommy". She said, looking around the house. She didn't see Bev anywhere. She looked on the porch. Bev wasn't there. She finally went to the master bedroom to see Bev. When she went to open the door, she found it was locked. Bev didn't respond.
Emily sat outside the door. While she wasn't book smart, she had common social sense. What if Bev was ignoring her? What if she was a burden to Bev? Emily sat, feeling it was her fault Bev was ignoring her. Now, what could she do? Emily walked away, going to her room.
It was almost time for Ed to come back from work. Emily saw them, as they came out of the bedroom. Rocko had only his underwear on, and Bev, her black bra. Emily looked up at them. "Rock-o". She pronounced his name. "Hi, sweetie". Rocko said, gently. Emily looked like she was going to cry. "How are you?". "Good". Emily said, swallowing her tears. Although, her eyes were red. "Sweetie, what's wrong?". Bev asked, gently. "Are you ok?". "Yes". Emily said. "Why is Rocko here?". "Well, I was just helping your mom with some chores". Rocko said. "My shirt got wet watering the flowers, so she let me dry it". "Ok". Emily said. "Sweetie, why don't we have some milk". Bev said, gently. "Would you like me to get it?". Rocko asked, Emily looked up at him. "I want mommy to get it". Emily said. "Of course, sweetie". Bev said, coming over to the fridge.
Rocko went to put on his shirt, and pants. "Mommy, did Rocko give the flowers water?". Emily asked. "He did". Bev lied. Bev handed Emily her almond milk. "Here you go, sweetie". Bev said, gently. "Mommy can I call Sailor?". Emily asked.
Sailor was from Emily's childhood trauma and grief group from church. Sailor lost her family to a plane crash. Sailor, besides her grandfather, was the only one left. Sailor had also been stabbed by a group of dangerous gang members, and had heart lacerations. Sailor, unlike Emily, was not intellectually disabled. She went to a normal Elementary school, and won all kinds of character awards, and leadership awards at school. She also won the spelling Bee, and sang for the school after she won. Sailor was close friends with Emily, and often helped her.
Ivanov was another one of Emily's friends. He had been paired with her, as they were in the same class at school. Ivanov was a young boy who was born in Russia, and lost his birth family to terrorism as well. He lived on the streets for a long time before he was thrown by the Russian police into a run down orphanage. Ivanov was severely abused, and neglected in the orphanage, until the director of the orphanage died, and he lived on the streets again. He was found by the peace corps, and taken to the U.S. He was in a children's hospital until he was adopted at age 6 by a nice family. They had passed on due to violence, and Ivanov went back to Children's. He was adopted by his current family at age 9. Ivanov had an IQ of 62, and was learning to swallow, learning to speak, and learning to do most things independently. Ivanov had seen violence, death, been abused, and watched his birth family, and current family die.
Ivanov was quiet, mature, and serious for the most part. There were times he had flashbacks, and PTSD. He would have crying fits, tantrums, and had trouble sleeping through the night due to nightmares.
Bev, and Ed were good friends with Ivanov's adoptive parents, and often compared notes due to Ivanov, and Emily's similar stories. Ivanov and Emily were grouped together, went to each other's house, took family trips with one another, and had the same learning support teacher. They also went to a grief, and trauma therapy group on Tuesday nights together.
Emily stood by the phone, reaching her hand up to touch it. It was similar to baby Anastasia McGinnis reaching her hands up to touch the wall.
"We'll call later, sweetie". Bev said, gently. Emily touched a button on the phone pad. "Let's drink some milk". Bev suggested, kindly. "Ok". Emily said. Bev handed Emily her almond milk glass. "Mommy, I play with Sailor". Emily said. "You and Sailor are close friends". Bev said, kindly. "Sailor has a brown bear like me". Emily said. "She does, she's a kind person". Bev said, gently. Bev was a bit distracted from the sex she had with Rocko. It was very satisfying. Of course, Bev would do more with Ed later.
Bev sighed, looking at Emily. Emily was a beautiful little girl. So young, so innocent. Bev could do more with Emily because she was young. Emily needed a nice, supportive family. She needed healing more than anything. Bev loved her adopted daughter. She deserved a good life.
Emily went into her room to play. Bev sat, putting her silk robe on over her black, silky, "Victoria's Secret" bra. She waited for Ed to come home, so she could give him a show. She would hide her secret affair, her exclusivity with Rocko from him.
Paula Hutchinson didn't see the pregnancy test on her bathroom sink. She was having sex with her husband, Filburt. She had just come home from work, taking off her pumps. "Mm". she sighed, exhausted for some reason. This was strange. Why was she exhausted? She had never felt exhausted. She sat, putting her feet up. For some reason, her stomach felt sick. "Hmm". she wondered. "Maybe it was that, scampi I ate earlier". Paula often took her lunches at Olive Garden, or Red Lobster. Basically, upscale nice restaurants. Today, she had shrimp scampi. Paula sat, feeling the sick feeling again. It started down in her uterus, then snaked its way up to her stomach. "Mmm". "I feel so tight". She said, stretching out. She unhooked her bra, making things a bit looser than what they were. She then felt a sick feeling. It felt like she was going to throw up. She got up, heading to her master bedroom bathroom, leaning over the toilet.
She threw up in the toilet. "Geez". She thought when she was finished. "I certainly don't know what that was". After cleaning up, she noticed the pregnancy test sitting on her sink. It was still there, and it still had the plus sign. "Oh my god". She gasped. "Oh my god!". She said, shocked. She was ecstatic, she felt as if something truly wonderful had happened. Well, something truly wonderful had happened. She was finally pregnant. It finally happened after they had tried for a year. She squealed with excitement. "This is so amazing!". She squealed. She couldn't wait until Filburt got home. She put the pregnancy test back on the sink, being sure to be delicate with it, so not to tamper with it. "Mmm". she stretched out, wearing nothing except her red, lace bra. She often wore it if she wanted to have sex. Today, she wore it because it was the first thing that came from her drawer.
She sat, waiting for Filburt to come back. She sat stretched out. She put her bra back on, not feeling sick now. Pregnant sick. She wanted to be modest at least, and look nice. The front door finally opened, as Filburt walked in. Filburt was wearing a tie, and a suit shirt. Yes, Filburt was home. "Hello". Filburt said, putting his briefcase down. "Oh, are we starting already?". "I have to get ready first". He began unbuckling his pants. "In a bit". Paula said, smiling. "I have something for you, first, babe". "Come see it". She led Filburt into the master bedroom bathroom. "Oh, "getting clean" are we?". Filburt said, starting to pull down his pants. "Yes, but, first, why don't we look at this, babe". Paula said, showing him the pregnancy test. "The plus sign means it's positive". Filburt looked at the pregnancy test. "Oh my!". "Oh my!". "Oh dear!". He said, excited. Although he was a bit more reserved.
"This is wonderful!". He gasped, excited. "We're going to be parents!". "We finally did it!". "Finally!". "Of course!". Paula said, excited. She kissed Filburt, excitedly. They hugged one another. "This is amazing!". "Oh my god!". They sat kissing for a long time. It was innumerable, the excitement they felt. The excitement was real. The excitement just could not be stopped. They had tried for a long time to have a baby. Now, it was finally happening, and they could not be happier to do it. "Mmm, this is amazing". Paula said, smiling. "It is". Filburt said, gladly. They both kissed, they both hugged in their embrace for a long time. It was wonderful to see love in its best form.
"Mmm, I have something else for you". Paula said, smiling. She stretched out on the bed, touching Filburt with her foot. She used monkey toes to grab his tie. "What if it's not recommended for six weeks?". Filburt said, worried. "Mmm, that's after". Paula said, giggling. "What do you say?". "Are you in?". "Of course". Filburt said, taking off his pants. They then did some things. I need not go into the details, reader. I've already done enough of that crap with Cartoon Network stories.
While they were kissing, Filburt asked Paula something. "What should we do?". "Should we tell everyone now?". "Mmm, I guess". Paula said. "I was thinking we'd do our own thing". "Of course". Filburt said, kissing Paula. They kept at this for an hour. They were still glad they were starting a family.
Emily sat in her room, playing, as she felt her chest sting even more. She could hear her heart, although sometimes there was no beat, and sometimes it beat twice in one rhythm. She felt the pain become excruciating. Tears came to her eyes, as she tried to overcome it. She tried to overcome the sadness she felt, as well. She bowed her head, and began to pray again, although, she couldn't concentrate due to the excruciating pain. Emily let out a loud cry, holding her bear close. She felt the sadness begin to consume her, turning into fear. She became alert, and anxious, thinking someone would try, and hurt her. Tears streamed down her cheek, as she rocked back and forth to self soothe. She turned over on her head, laying on her side, a certain way.
Emily let out another cry, feeling the pain. "Mommy". She said, as tears streamed down her cheek. She cried, as tears welled up in her eyes, clouding her vision. "Mommy, daddy". She said, crying. She curled up, continuing to rock back, and forth. She clenched her hands, tensing up, as the pain enveloped her, burning her chest. She breathed, feeling the pain become even worse. Getting up, she went to look for her parents.
Bev, and Ed's door was locked, as whispering could be heard. They were kissing as well. They were doing something, although Emily didn't know what. Emily went back to her room, laying down, curling up in her bed. She soon fell asleep, so the pain wouldn't bother her.
Emily stirred awake, as she heard sheets rustling. She looked up to see Paula Hutchinson sitting down on the side of her bed. "Ms. Paula". Emily pointed. "Hello, Emily". Paula said, gently, yet with a serious, matter of fact register. This didn't impede on her friendliness though. "I was hoping we could talk". "As you know, Filburt and I have been having sex". Sex? What was sex? Was it a bad thing? Emily sat, puzzled. Paula decided to be straightforward, and honest, factual with Emily. Emily noised uncomfortably. "Shh, shh, it's ok". Paula comforted. "Sex is the process by which a man and a woman, link penises, reproductive organs, and a woman's egg travels up the fallopian tubes into the uterus". Emily sat, not understanding. "Sex is passion between a man and a woman". Paula said. The sheets rustled as Paula said this. "I love Filburt very much, and I've always loved him for years". "Sometimes when people love each other, they share intimacy". "I know this is difficult to register, but, I love Filburt very much". "He is my everything, and I wanted to show him passion". "You are an important part of our family". "Your opinion matters, and you are our gift". "You are very trustworthy, and responsible". "You understand". "We will be focusing all of our attention on you". "Do you understand that?". "Do you have any questions?". Paula asked.
"Good because I'm pregnant". Paula said, as Emily's sheets rustled. "What's pregant?". Emily asked, mispronouncing the word. "Pregnant". Paula corrected, repeating. "I'm going to have a baby". Emily looked puzzled. "How do you have a baby?". Emily asked. Paula decided to be honest, and factual toward Emily. She may not understand, although, it would only be explained once. "There's an egg located in the ovum". Paula said. "When things happen, the egg travels up the fallopian tubes to the uterus, and grows into a fetus". "Eventually the fetus grows into a baby". "U-t-ra". Emily didn't understand what Paula had said. "Big girl stuff". Paula said. "Anyhow, I'm going to have a baby soon". "Things may change, although we will always love you, and we will still be family". The sheets rustled. "Our family will just get bigger". "Ok". Emily said. "I understand this may be a big change". "But, I love Filburt very much". Paula said. "We've been trying to start a family for a while now". "This will be wonderful, sweetie". Paula spoke in a serious, yet gentle voice. She wanted to grapple with this issue together. "Would you like to celebrate with us?". "We'll have dinner at one of your favorite restaurants". Emily liked pizza hut, but she didn't say anything, for fear of sounding self centered. "Chop house". Emily said. "I thought that might've been your favorite". Paula said, gently. "Mine, too". "Ms. Paula". Emily said, looking up at Paula. "Yes, sweetie". Paula said, kindly. "I hurt". Paula looked concerned, yet she stayed gentle.
"What's wrong, sweetie?". Paula asked, gently. "My heart hurts". Emily said, pointing to her chest. "Oh, where does it hurt, sweetie?". Paula asked, kindly. "Here". Emily said, pointing to the center where her heart was. "Oh, sweetie". Paula said, kindly. "We'll look at it after dinner". "Did you tell your mommy?". Emily sat, not responding. She had delayed mental capacity. "Emily". Paula said, gently. Emily lifted her head. "We'll tell mommy, and we'll have you come into the doctor's tomorrow". Paula kissed Emily's cheek. "Let's get ready for dinner". Paula said, gently. "Ok". Emily said. Paula put a jacket over Emily's pajamas. "You look great". Paula said, gently. Emily, and Paula went outside, as Bev came outside, wearing a skimpy red dress, where the breasts were outlined, and red heels.
"Mommy". Emily pointed. "Hello, my dear love". Bev said in a deep, raspy, yet alluring feminine voice. Bev smiled a gentle smile. "You look so beautiful". She kissed Emily's cheek. "I love you so much, my sweet girl". Bev left a smudge of lipstick on Emily's cheek. Emily barely reacted. She hid the pain from her parents. There was an innate feeling of not wanting them to sacrifice anything. Emily felt selfish having this pain. Although, it made her want to cry. Emily swallowed her tears. Her dad sat outside, with a dress shirt on. "Hey, lima bean". He said, ruffling Emily's hair. Emily didn't say anything. She just said "hi" quietly. "Sweetheart, are you ok?". Ed asked. "I am ok". Emily said. "Ok, let me know if you need anything". Ed said. Emily went off by herself. Bev sat outside, smoking a cigarette. Emily came outside. "Love". Bev said, gently. "You look so gorgeous". "I'm so proud of how beautiful you always are".
Emily sat, coughing, as the smoke billowed in her direction. "I'm sorry, love". Bev said, kindly. Emily just sat quietly, staring in the distance. Her eyes looked like a glassy "bubble" "bubble". "I'm not sure if Paula told you, but she's having a baby". Bev said, gently. Emily turned her head, looking back at her mom. Emily looked sad. "Love, are you feeling ok?". Bev asked, gently. "Yes". Emily said, not saying anything else. "Mmm, I am so lucky to have you". Bev smiled a cunning, seductive smile. "Our lives were never perfect until you came to us". Bev blew out some smoke. "You came at just the right time". Bev said, gently. Emily sat, quietly, looking away. "Emily". Bev said, kindly. Emily turned her head, responding to her name. "Sweetie, you are so special to us". Bev said, in her deep, smoker's voice. "Why?". Emily asked. Emily thought she could distract herself from the pain by asking a question.
"Sweetheart, before you came, we had our own little boy, although, he decided to do some regrettable things, and we're not speaking". "Things just happen". "But, we're so lucky to have adopted you". "You are our good girl". Bev said, as the tip of her cigarette lit up. "I know, mommy". Emily said. Bev smiled, tickling Emily's cheek with her painted fingernail. "You tell me everyday". Emily said. "Sweetie, you know I love you". Bev said, gently. "Why is Paula having a baby?". Emily asked. "Well, she and our friend, Filburt, have been trying for a while". Bev said, gently. "They're starting their own family". "How does Paula have a baby?". Emily asked. Bev bit her lip, keeping a laugh from coming. "God put it there". Bev said, chuckling. She knew Emily wasn't intelligent enough, and was too handicapped to ever know the process of sex, and intimacy.
Emily picked up a cigarette examining it, looking at it. "That's mommy's special yucky thing". Bev said, taking the cigarette from Emily. "Why do you have yucky?". Emily asked. "It helps me relieve stress". Bev said, putting the cigarette out. "Does daddy have yucky?". Emily asked. "This is special just for mommy". Bev said, smiling. "Are you ready to have dinner?". "Yes". Emily said. Bev kissed Emily's forehead, as Emily put her hand up. "No". Emily said. "Sweetie, it's ok". Bev said, pinching Emily's cheeks. She kissed Emily's cheeks. "You're never embarrassed of mommy's kissies". Bev said, smiling. "The kissies make me happy, but I want kissies from daddy". Emily said. Her speech sounded similar to that of a three year old. It was underdeveloped. "You love daddy's kissies". Bev said, gently. Bev felt an attraction, a sexual attraction, a longing for Ed. They had sex earlier that day while Emily played in her room. Bev wanted more from a compassionate man.
Bev closed the sliding glass door, as Paula and Filburt sat talking. "Why do we have to go to Chop House?". Emily asked. "Mm, sweetie, you picked the Chop House, remember?". Paula smiled, gently. "Oh yeah". Emily said. Paula kissed Emily's cheek, chuckling. "Silly billy". Emily laughed and played. Paula had on heels, and a dress as well. Filburt had on what he wore to work. "Hmm, I didn't think Dupette would do anything dumb, but then he really hit it out of the park by making several trades". Ed grumbled. "At least he didn't put in any other space". Filburt said. "He's just an idiot". Ed snapped. "There's no way we put out at least five in this past fiscal quarter, but, whatever". "Daddy". Emily said, putting her hands up. "Hello, pumpkin". Ed said, scooping Emily up in his arms. He kissed Emily's cheek. Emily laughed, and played. "Pumpkin, are you being silly?". "Are you being silly?". Ed giggled along with Emily.
"Daddy!". Emily laughed, putting her hands up, excitedly. "Daddy's getting old". Ed said, carrying Emily. Emily pointed to the window. "What's out there, pumpkin?". Ed said, as Emily opened her hands. "Tree". Emily pointed. "That's right, sweetie". Ed said, carrying Emily out to the car. Bev's red, "sex" heels clicked as she walked. Ed put Emily in her carseat. "Would you like your almond milk?". Ed asked. "Yes". Emily said, as Ed put Emily's almond milk container in her lap. "I want mommy". Emily said, pointing. "Mommy's up here, she'll see you". Ed said, buckling Emily in.
Bev turned around, seeing Emily in her carseat. "Hello, baby doll". Bev said, gently. "You look stunning". "I love you". "I love you too, mommy". Emily said. Bev winked, blowing Emily a kiss. Emily caught it. Though she seemed fine on the outside, she felt excruciating pain on the inside. Her heart felt like it stung. It came and went. Tears came to her eyes, although, she kept from crying. She had felt this pain before. She rocked back and forth to comfort herself. When she was in the orphanage, she had no one to comfort her. She was completely on her own.
Ed, and Bev whispered among themselves up front. It was couple's whisper. "You look sexy". Ed said, in a suggestive register, although in a whisper. "I do pretty well for a married woman". Bev said in her suggestive whisper. "I might give you a blow###". Ed whispered in Bev's ear. "Oh, would you rather". Bev giggled. Ed held Bev's hand with his one hand, while driving with the other one. "It's incredible Paula's having children". Ed said. "Her uterus did give in". Bev said in her deep, smoker's voice. "I'm sure Filburt's nervous when doing it". "He might be". Bev said. "They have money, they'll figure out what to do in terms of raising this child". Ed said. "She might have some savings". Bev said.
They pulled into the restaurant parking lot. There was no valet, but there were hosts directing traffic, and greeting everyone at the door. Ed pulled in beside Paula, parking near the entrance. The front of it was lit with chique, low lighting. Emily sat in her seat, drinking her almond milk. She felt the pain get even worse, but still hid it.
Bev came over to her side, unbuckling Her from her car seat. "My lovely girl". Bev said, kissing Emily's cheeks. "Mommy loves you so much". "My milk is all gone". Emily showed Bev. "oh, sweetie". "It's ok, love, I brought some more just in case". Bev said, gently. She had some in her mommy bag. "Let's go have some steak". Bev helped Emily down. Paula and Filburt had come from their car. Beside them, Rocko, and Heffer parked. "I didn't know they had valet". Rocko said, coming over. "They don't". Ed snapped. "But these clowns are telling me where to park". "They aren't using my money on food to tell me where the white line is". Emily smiled, and laughed, as her dad went on a tirade. "You're probably the only one who understands him". Bev smiled at Emily.
"Hello, Emily". Rocko said, bending down to her level. "Long time, no see". He joked. "Rocko". Emily pointed. "Rocko has a shirt that has pineapples on it". "That's right, sweetie". Rocko said, coolly. "By the way, I stopped by the store today, and got something special, from me to you". He gave her a locket. "This represents our friendship, how special you are to me". Rocko said, gently. "Let's open it, together". He said, opening the locket to show a picture of him, and Emily when she first came. "Rocko". Emily said. "Of course, honey". Rocko said. "You and I are invincible when we're together". "Our friendship is strong". "I know". Emily said. "Thank you". Emily said. "That looks beautiful, love". Bev said, gently. "Let's put it on". "No". Emily said. "Too much". "Too many necklaces". Bev said, kindly. "That's fine, love". "We'll wear it another time".
"She does look so beautiful". Rocko said, admiring Emily. "She does". Bev said, brushing Emily's face. "Mmm, she's our favorite". "I can see why she would be". Rocko said.
They walked into the restaurant, sitting down at a table, each with several chairs. The waiter came over, took their order, gave them drinks. "So, you are starting a family, huh?". Rocko said, as the drinks were brought over. "Yes, we've been trying for a year". Paula said. "Today's finally the day". "We've just been having a great flow, that after a while, things just came naturally". Filburt said. "We've been doing well ourselves". Bev said, in a secretive whisper. "We do it each day for quite some time". "We enjoy it". "Yes, it is very fulfilling". Ed said. "We've been doing it three times a day, and he even got me a pole for dancing". Paula said in a secretive whisper. "It really spices up our marriage". Filburt whispered.
"At intervals when Emily's at school, or she's away at her friend's, we'll do it in the kitchen, or in the living room". Ed said. "We'll usually take it to our bedroom, but, when we're naked, we'll pretty much do it anywhere". The whispers got even smaller. "He's done me in the shower". Paula whispered. "He has an erection as he's doing it". The adults whispered amongst themselves, as Emily tried to listen in. "You've been dating Melba for a while". Filburt said to Rocko. "How's that been?". "She's good, although, I will be honest, I've never felt...happy with her". Rocko said. "Why's that?". Filburt asked. "She gives me what I need, sexually, but, I just need more". "I need a wild, uninhibited woman". "Someone that's crazy in the bedroom". Rocko said. "I'm sorry you feel that way". Filburt said. "I'm very happy with Paula". "I naturally have things go well in the shower". "I've never had to use viagra or anything of that nature". "Hmm". Rocko said.
"I've only had to use viagra once, and that was with another woman". "For some reason, I just didn't have a sex drive". "Well, that's unusual". Filburt said. "Paula has me shaving now". "She likes the stubble". "She doesn't like your beard?". Rocko asked. "She doesn't like when she feels hair when we kiss". Filburt said. "In the shower, it feels wet, but, I believe it's even more gross when it's wet". "Hmm, Melba wanted me to look thin, but, I just did whatever I wanted there". Rocko said. "Life is much better with a woman, but there are tradeoffs". Filburt said. "That is true". Rocko said. "I don't know what you idiots are griping about, but I love being married". Ed said, harshly.
Emily played with her teddy bear, looking up to see where Bev was. "Mommy". She said, looking down the table. Her mom, and Paula were gone. Emily got up out of her seat, to find Bev, and Paula. She really looked up to Bev and Paula as role model women. Emily looked up to a lot of influential women. Emily was part of "Interact" club, which she did with Sailor, and part of her church's youth group. Emily was very selfless, and giving. Emily went up to Ed, asking where Bev was. "Mommy's outside on the porch". Ed said. "Can I see mommy?". Emily asked. "Of course, pumpkin". Ed said. His voice sounded harsh, even if he was being nice. "Don't forget some milk". Ed gave Emily her milk container. Emily went outside on the private porch, complete with a fireplace, and lawn chairs. The glow of a cigarette was seen, as Bev smoked. Paula smoked an e-cigarette, one without the smoke, and tar, as well.
"I'm sure he's used viagra at least once, when you've had sex". Bev said, in a deep, raspy smoker's voice. Her deep, raspy voice sounded low, scandalous, as if it was a sexual voice on a GPS system, or a message machine. "He hasn't used anything when we've been together". Paula said, in the same scandalous manner. "He has an erection when he does it, and his penis will get hard". "Ed hasn't used anything". Bev said. "With age, he gets a bit dry, but, he's still pretty sufficient". It was dark out now, and the yellow glow of cigarettes was seen. "I like the feeling of his penis when it gets hard". "He'll push, generally, just press, but, I do enjoy it". Bev said. Emily was outside, now, and heard everything they were saying. "Has he ever taken you in the shower?". Paula asked. "We have done it quite a few times in the shower, although, we'll do it in our bedroom usually". Bev said. Emily came outside, sitting in a chair.
"Hello, my love". Bev said, gently, as Emily sat in her seat. "Mommy, we have to eat". Emily said. "I know, baby love". Bev said, kindly. "Mm, you're so gorgeous". Bev blew out some smoke. "Mommy loves you so much". "Mommy, Paula has to eat, too". Emily said. Paula chuckled a bit. "Sweetie, you're so funny". Paula said, smiling. A waiter poured a glass of wine for Bev. "She is absolutely perfect". Bev smiled a cunning smile, blowing Emily a kiss. "She is". Paula said. "Mommy, are you drinking grape juice?". Emily asked. "This is wine". Bev said in a deep, raspy smoker's voice. "It's for Mommy only". Emily looked up, puzzled. "Sweetie, how do you like your new necklace?". Bev asked, gently. She kept it simple for Emily to understand. Emily sat, drinking her milk. "Emily". Bev said, gently. Emily looked up at Bev. "How do you like your new necklace?". Bev asked, kindly. "It's really pretty". Emily said. "Rocko gave it to me".
"That's lovely". Paula smiled. "It is". Bev said, gently. "Perfect girl". "So, in the proper nuance of things, marriage has been well?". Bev said, in her scandalous, low register. "It has". Paula said. "We've been trying to have children for over a year, but, luckily it hasn't taken a toll yet". "That to which I find delightful". "I understand we're still young in our line step of things, but, I still am attracted to him". "I find him sexy, and I'm thankful each day that I'm married to him". "I still find Ed attractive". Bev said. "Marriage will have its toil, although it is a delicacy". "I'm always so lucky Ed and I still find something in common with one another". "Kids are a different story, although, you'll find your way". Emily sat drinking her milk. "Sweetie, are you hungry for your soup?". Bev asked Emily, kindly. "Yes". Emily said. "They may have brought it". Bev said, setting her cigarette down. "They may have brought our salads". "Let's go in, and see what they have". Paula said, gently. Emily walked beside her mom, going in from the porch.
They sat down, as the men continued talking. "How is it out there?". Rocko asked. "Not terrible". Bev said, as an aside to Rocko. "Mm, did they bring anything yet?". Paula asked. "Not particularly". Filburt said. "Mmm, Emily's a bit hungry". Paula said. Emily sat, playing with her bear. Their waiter finally came with Emily's soup, as well as Paula, and Bev's salads. "Thank you". Paula said. "Thank you". Emily said. Everyone chuckled, admiring how adorable Emily was. "Of course, sweetie". The waiter said. "Sweetie, that was very kind of you". Bev said, gently. "Using your manners". "Thank you". Emily said. Bev blew Emily a kiss. "So perfect". Bev sighed.
Emily sat, eating her seafood bisque soup. She seemed to feed herself well. "Is it good, pumpkin?". Ed asked. "Yes". Emily said. "That looks delicious". Paula said, kindly. "soup is yellow". Emily said, identifying her colors. "Actually, this soup is called Seafood Bisque". Paula said, gently. "It's very delicious". Emily looked up at Paula. "There's a fishie in there". Emily said. "That's shrimp, and crab". Paula said, kindly. "Shrimp and crab live in the ocean". "The beach". Emily pointed. "Mmm hmm, it's at the beach, sweetie". Paula smiled. Emily ate her soup, feeling a warmth from eating seafood bisque. "Good job, lovely girl". Bev said, gently. Emily looked up at Bev, eating. "Thank you, mommy". Emily said. Bev tickled Emily's hand.
"Congratulations on finally making it". Heffer said. Filburt looked at Paula, and then back at Heffer. "Well, we've been trying for some time". Filburt said. "It hasn't been easy, but, we finally did it". "I can just as well say, I'm lucky to wake up next to my beautiful wife, and have such an amazement". "I'm lucky as well". Paula said. Paula kissed Filburt.
In some time, they got their steaks, Emily got her stuffing, and mashed potatoes, and they celebrated Paula, and Filburt's baby that was coming.
Bev felt a sexual tension come over regarding Rocko. She would be meeting him again, tomorrow after taking her daughter to the Spa. She loved the sex. She loved the way his penis felt on her V. It may have been cheating on her husband, but at the least, it was her finding a compassionate man.
Filburt sat on the couch, unbuttoning his shirt. He was readying himself for what was about to come. "Babe". Paula said in a cheery, airy, yet sexual feminine voice. "I'm ready". Filburt licked his lips, sure of what was about to happen in the long run. He came into their master bedroom, as Paula had on her 13 inch pumps, a lace bra, and a silk robe. A stripper pole was there in their room. Paula danced around the pole, sliding, and gliding, as she did. She danced seductively, as hearts appeared around Filburt's head. (This is an old cartoon, remember). She did a lap dance on Filburt, as she kissed him, curling her tongue around his. Soon, she dropped her bra, and was only wearing the 13 inch heels.
She and Filburt kissed, inching closer, and closer to one another, after the stripper show. She felt their tongues curling, wrapping around one another, as Filburt pushed hers back. She kicked off her heels, as they took it to the bed. They kissed, feeling reproductive organs slide into one another. Filburt's p, slipped inside her V, as she continued kissing him. Soon, they were joining reproductive organs, as Paula felt a feeling, it was a feeling that was as hard as a rock. Yet, it made her feel so fuzzy. It made her feel ecstasy when she kissed Filburt. This rock hard feeling, this liquid, that dripped from Filburt's p, was so white, yet so fuzzy. It felt like something was there, something was getting harder and harder. It was getting harder, and harder.
Filburt was having an erection.
Paula enjoyed it, as his reproductive organ slipped into hers, creating a tingly feeling. It created an excited feeling, as she felt this organ go further, further, further into hers. Yet his tongue continued to curl around hers. It went deeper, and deeper into hers, as it pushed back. Soon, there was a tingly feeling that came about through her tongue. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed Filburt, she enjoyed being married to Filburt, and being committed to him. He was her true love.
Paula felt the reproductive organ go further, and further into hers. She tried, even amid his kiss, gasping for air. He continued kissing her.
Even so, Filburt felt amazing as well. Although, as he was kissing, he felt something was wrong. Well, he loved Paula, dearly, and felt she deserved a bit of raunch, well, she deserved everything. She was an amazing woman. Why couldn't he be as sexy, as she was. He could appear in their bed, naked with rose petals, and a bottle of champagne. He could whisk her away to a vacation in Aruba. Well, for now, he did something. He whisked her away to their master bathroom connected to their bedroom.
"Would you like to join me in the shower?". Filburt said in a sexual register. "I would love to". Paula said, in this same register. Keep in mind, they were both naked now. Filburt picked Paula up off the bed, and carried her to the master bath. They continued kissing, as the shower, the hot water poured on them both. They kissed, feeling the ecstasy, feeling the love that came about. Paula felt perfect with this man. She felt satisfied, she felt amazed by what he could do. Paula kissed Filburt, feeling his reproductive organs against hers. Their tongues joined, curling again, as Filburt just felt so attracted to her, he had another erection. She felt it, how hard it became, although, enjoyed it. She loved being in his embrace. She loved kissing him. He was so...strong. Yes, their castle was beautiful, and strong. She continued feeling the magic, the love, and the amazement that came about.
This was the person she wanted to be with, forever.
Paula kissed Filburt, as he held her, kissing her. They joined organs yet again in their embrace. Filburt felt so wonderful, being in the embrace he did. Everyone felt wonderful. It truly was special.
After the shower, Paula felt her stomach get a bit queasy. She felt a bit nauseous as well. "Mm, hold on for one second, babe". She said, going over to the toilet. She was experiencing her first bout of morning sickness. Luckily, nothing happened. "We're fine". Paula said. They kissed, as Paula put on her lace bra, and panties. She dried her hair, going into the bedroom. Soon, they were both sleeping, snoring.
Bev and Ed kissed with ecstasy, as Ed unhooked Bev's black, silk bra. They curled tongues around one another, pushing back, pushing a little further back, as they felt the siemen come about in their mouths. This was after Emily got tucked in, and read a story. "Mm, you're so sexy". Ed said, suggestively. "Oh, Ed". Bev said, orgasmically. "Put it there, again". Ed smacked Bev's bare butt, as she smiled, kissing him again. Soon, they were naked, as they joined reproductive organs. Ed slipped his P, into Bev's V, as Bev felt the fuzzy feeling again. They kissed, as Bev felt the organ go further, further, and further into hers. It did feel like a rock. Although, she was glad it was there. She was glad it went in like it did. She felt a bit of ecstasy, as she felt the p go further, further, further in. It felt so nice. It felt white, fuzzy, and as if they were bathing in champagne. They were naked now, as they kissed. Ed pushed his in, trying to create another tingly feeling. Bev definitely felt it. It was the best feeling she had since she had sex with Ed before they left for dinner. Bev indulged in this feeling, as she tried, gasping for air, between kissing, and feeling Ed's P against hers. Ed whispered in her ear, which she found delightful. Bev felt the organ create another tingly feeling, as the room began to spin. It felt as if it was spinning. The fuzzy feeling was too prominent. Yet, Bev loved it. Soon, Bev rested on Ed's bare chest, after the tingly feeling couldn't be felt anymore. "Mmm, that was the best thing that's happened since earlier". Ed said, feeling satisfied. He loved what Bev gave him.
"That was lovely". Bev said, putting a hand on Ed's bare chest. "Such a nice appre". "But, it's weird how tired I feel after doing it". "Could be menopause". "I'm not sure". "Beats me". Ed said. "Emily has the developmental therapist tomorrow". "Mm, she visits, in school though". Bev said. "She'll have grief counseling, and trauma therapy in the morning". "She, and Ivanov?". Ed asked. "Yes". Bev said. "She is getting better, she's learning at a better rate". Ed said. "Yes, she's doing well". Bev said. "She is bettering herself with trust". "She is". Ed said. "Amy said, Ivanov would have a scheduled developmental therapy session at 8". "We could put Emily down for that time; not have to scramble". Bev said. "Then, her friend, Sailor, has grief counseling at 9:30". "We'll put her there". "Sounds good". Ed said. "Mmm, she's wonderful". Bev sighed. "Her teachers have said, she's very hardworking, and astute". She said in a soft, yet gentle whisper.
"That's great". Ed said, in an equally soft tone. "She always pleases us with everything she does". "She is very responsible". Bev said, in a soft whisper. "She could have functionality one day". "If she was supervised". Ed said, softly. "Perhaps". Bev whispered. "Mm". "she is our best one". "She is". Ed said, softly. They no longer talked about Emily. They instead leaned in for another kiss, feeling truly enamoured with one another. Soon, however, they were snoring, until they found themselves asleep.