A/N: I'm aware that I've bounced between Amina and Anais. (Typo on my part. Her name is Amina in this story)

Andrew and Amina sat at the kitchen island quietly eating big bowls of cereal. She had a lot of Emily's mannerisms, which was how he knew that something was bothering her. He looked at her, "Something on your mind?" She started to worry her bottom lip, "Did mommy ever tell you about Clyde?" Andrew shook his head no. "Who is he?" She looked over her shoulder to ensure that her mother wasn't around, "He used to be mommy's friend." Andrew scooted his chair closer to her, "Why aren't they friends anymore?" She lowered her head, "He hit mommy. He was acting weird and almost falling over. He came over to have dinner with us, but mommy asked him to leave. He got mad and hit her in the face. Me and Mira tried to hurt him back, but we were too little. I didn't want mommy to get hurt again." Andrew wiped away her stray tears. "Again? Did someone hurt mommy before?" Her eyes went wide and she pushed away from the kitchen island. She started to walk in the direction of her bedroom, but Andrew gently stopped her. He turned her around and kneeled down in front of her. He looked into her big, watery brown eyes, "You can tell me." She knotted up the hem of her t-shirt and avoided eye contact. "I wasn't supposed to see" she whispered. "You weren't supposed to see what honey?" She sniffled loudly, "I wasn't supposed to see daddy hit mommy. I was supposed to be in bed, but I was thirsty. Mommy was trying to get daddy to leave because we didn't want to go with him. We wanted to go with grandpa for the weekend. Mommy put us to bed, but she was yelling with daddy. He hit her and her lip was bleeding. She pushed him out and I ran back to bed." She got scared for a moment and grabbed Andrew's face pleading, "Please don't tell mommy. We're supposed to be good girls and I should've been in bed." Andrew was fighting against his emotions, "I don't—" "Please don't tell mommy." Andrew kissed the top of her head and whispered in her ear, "Your mommy loves you and your sister more than anything in this world. You will always be her good girls. I'm so sorry that you had to see bad men hurt your mom. I will NEVER hurt her or you guys…ever!" She hugged Andrew and went to finish her cereal.

Andrew walked back towards the bedroom. He stood in the doorway and watched Emily sleep. The gentle rise and fall of her chest soothed him. Her long, thick lashes always drew him in. She slept on her stomach, so he walked over to pull the comforter over her shoulders. She always got a chill in the early morning. Right on time, Emily's body shuddered and her covered her up and kissed behind her ear. She started to mumble in her sleep. He tried to walk away slowly, but he heard her voice "Drew?" He turned around to smile at her sleep riddled face and lazy extension of her hand. "Go back to sleep beautiful." She groggily responded, "Not until you lay with me." He smiled softly and kissed her pouty lips; he moved in behind her and became the big spoon. He pulled her flush against his chest and sighed when she gave into his touch. Emily was almost asleep again when she felt something shift; something in Andrew's energy was off. She opened her eyes slowly and pulled his arms tighter around her body. "What's wrong Drew? I can feel that something's wrong with you." He didn't want to push her because he was afraid that her walls would fully go back up. On one hand, he wanted to ask her about Mark and Clyde, however, he didn't want to disrupt the bond that he was building with Amina. He looked down and realized that Emily turned in his arms; she stared up at him with those molten orbs and his heart swelled. She always looked at him in adoration and he loved feeling truly wanted and desired. Emily's soft hand rested on his cheek before she leaned up to kiss him on the lips sweetly. Just as she went to pull away, Andrew pulled her in closer and kissed her again. She moaned as he deepened the kiss by pushing his tongue into her mouth.

For Emily, Andrew's kisses felt like salvation. They were the equivalent of comfort food. They made her warm and tingly like sitting in front of a fireplace. They filled her up like overindulging on chocolate. They make her feel safe like a Kevlar vest. For Andrew, Emily's kisses were heaven. They brought him comfort that he hadn't had since his parents were alive. They gave him a high like he couldn't imagine. They made him fall harder and harder for her.

Emily's hands started to drift down his body; his body felt on fire as she softly raked her nails down his abdomen. They pulled away to catch their breaths; Emily's right hand went under the waistband of his lounge pants while her left brought his mouth back to her. She slipped her hands inside his underwear and stroked him at the same pace she kissed him. His body was on fire as he willingly let her have her way with him. Once she stroked him to full attention, she used both hands to push his pants and underwear down. Luckily, Emily mostly slept naked, so her clothing wasn't a problem. She pushed him on his back and straddled his hips and looked down at him, "I think I love you Drew." He was perched at her entrance and gently sheathed himself into her core. He pulled her down while she rotated her hips slowly and kissed her sweet lips, "I love you too Emily." Their copulation was slow, steady, and filled with sensual kisses and loving touches. When they finished, Emily laid her overheated body on top of his. He was still catching his breath and weaved his hands through her hair. She peppered kisses on his chest and looked up at him through thick lashes, "You going to tell me what's bothering you?" Andrew caressed the apples of her cheeks, "Do you feel comfortable telling me more about Mark?"