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Chapter 2

Emily was lying in bed waiting for the physical therapist to get to Rossi's mansion. She had a therapist that came into the home three times per week to work with her hand. Everything else was mostly healed. She occasionally had nerve pain in her thigh from her stab wound but mostly she was fine walking around, even up and down the stairs. It had been nearly 10 weeks since they had been discharged from the hospital and Emily had worked tirelessly with the PT and OT on her recovery. She had lied to both JJ and Rossi about her pain levels especially when it came to ascending/descending stairs. She was afraid of returning to her home with JJ and the kids. She didn't want to face the disappointment on any of their faces and most importantly she didn't want to look at each of their faces and see guilt and sadness from not being able to stop them from being hurt. She knew deep down that it was wrong and manipulative that she had lied about her recovery rate, but she wasn't ready to face the repercussions of her past and what it brought down on her family. She also knew that it was wrong to be shutting everyone out of her life, especially JJ and the kids, but she honestly couldn't look at any of them without having a breakdown and blaming herself for everything that happened. In her eyes it was better for them to recover without having to see the woman responsible every day. She had nightmares nearly every night and she was thankful she was so far away from Rossi's room. She knew he had heard her a couple of times and he had tried to intervene but she had waved him away and claimed that she was fine. She sighed as she threw her head back onto the pillow, fighting back tears, trying to shut off the memories of being in that warehouse, the ones that were ever present at the front of her mind. A few minutes later there was a knock on the bedroom door. She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes, sat up, and put the best Emily Prentiss mask on that she could muster, before telling the therapist to enter.

An hour later the brunette walked the PT to the front door.

"I'll see you next week Agent Prentiss."

"Yeah, can't wait for that next torture session."

"It's perfectly normal to have nerve pain and issues after an extensive injury like you had to your hand. It's not uncommon."

"Yeah well I still can't grip anything without dropping it. How am I supposed to return to work if I can't hold my gun? I mean I know it's my left hand, but I still need to be able to use it."

"You will get there. It just takes time."

"It's been 10 weeks. I'm almost at my 3 month mark. Even my son was released from PT for his shoulder injury, and that was a severe injury."

The PT nodded her head, "I'm aware of your entire family's recovery rate, which you would also know more about if you talked to them."

"I'm sorry are you a PT or a psychologist?"

The PT glared at the agent, "Emily we are all worried about you, you need to let them back in, not shut them out. JJ deserves to know that you are capable of walking without being in pain. She also deserves to know that you can make it up and down the stairs just fine."

"I do have occasional pain when I use the stairs."

"The key word in that sentence is 'occasional'"

The brunette rolled her eyes, "Again thanks for your expertise on all things related to physical therapy, but you should probably keep the psychological babble to those professionals."

"I would if you would actually sit down and talk to one of them. Everyone else on your team and your family has sat down and had discussions with the FBI psychiatrists. Yet you continue to deflect."

"I'm a profiler, Katherine, I already know what they are going to say about me."

"All due respect, Emily, I don't think you do."

"All of this because I am disappointed in my recovery rate" stated Emily as she shook her head.

"You also mentioned your son, and his recovery rate, which I might add is due to the fact that he is 16. Your recovery rate could be taking longer because you are-"

"Katherine if you value your life you won't finish that sentence with a number" Emily told her with a glare.

"Noted" The PT replied as she looked back at Emily, her dirty blonde hair and brown eyes glimmering with concern.

"Emily everyone at the BAU is pulling for you and your family. Your team. But you have to fight for them as well. Don't let them think they aren't worth fighting for, because I've seen them and I would fight to the ends of the earth for what you have. Don't give that up because you feel guilty."

The brunette sighed as she opened the front door, "I'll see you next week Katherine"

The PT frowned slightly as she turned to walk out the door, "Take care Emily"

Emily shut and locked the front door, leaning her forehead against it, taking a deep breath. She was startled when she heard a deep voice from behind her.

"So it seems your recovery has been going better than any of us were aware of"

Emily ran her tongue along her lips before biting down on her bottom lip and taking a deep breath, before turning around, coming face to face with Rossi. She saw the hurt and disappointment on the older man's face. She could see the betrayal.

"Dave-"

The older man held up a hand, "Don't even try Emily. Nothing you can say right now is going to lessen the hurt and anger that I am feeling. But I will say that I am disappointed in you. I have never known you to hide, or back down from anything. So to see you lying to us, hiding out here, to avoid going home to JJ and the kids…I just…I don't know even know where to begin. So I am going to make myself a drink. Then I am going to sit at the table in my backyard and try to calm myself down. If you feel like joining me in say 10-15 minutes and explaining to me what the hell you think you are doing, then I'll be there. If not then I expect you to pack up your stuff and go back to your home where your wife and your kids are."

The tall brunette watched as the man she considered a father turned and walked out of the foyer into the kitchen. She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears, and bit her bottom lip as she breathed deeply in and out. She stood there a few minutes before following the older man's trail to the kitchen. Then she poured herself a shot of whiskey, downing it in one gulp, before pouring another and adding an ice cube to it. She waited a few more minutes as she glanced out the back doors to observe Rossi sitting at the table, drinking his drink, as he stared out across his yard. Emily couldn't stop the memories that invaded her, flashing back to the wedding that Rossi generously threw for her and JJ, last minute in his backyard, opening up his house to everyone. She sighed, taking another deep breath, before walking out the back doors to join him. The brunette pulled out a chair next to the older man and sat down. She took a sip of her drink before looking over at him. She could see the concern etched across his face.

"I'm scared" the lanky brunette whispered into the quiet air.

The older man's facial features softened gently as he turned slightly towards the younger woman. He could now see the fear in her eyes, the sadness and guilt swimming in the background of her dark irises.

"Emily we can't help you face your fears if you shut us all out"

The brunette closed her eyes, "I'm scared that they'll get hurt again and that it will be my fault. It's always my fault and I just-"

Rossi spun more forcefully towards her so that he could look directly into his friends dark eyes even though she still had them closed.

"Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, you listen to me, what happened was not your fault. I know you think if you hadn't taken that assignment all those years ago then you never would have met the Doyle's. But you know what?"

He waited a moment until he saw the woman next to him open her eyes so that her dark eyes were looking into dark eyes of his own.

"If you wouldn't have met Ian Doyle, then you never would have met Declan. You saved that boy in more than one way, and more than one time. You gave him a life where he could be a normal kid. And even when all of that was stripped from him a few years ago, you gave him a chance at another new life, with a family who loved him as if they were his own. You gave him hope. You gave us hope, Emily. We saw everything you sacrificed for him, to make sure he was safe. You have such a big heart Emily. And it was clear you made an impression on that kid, because he never forgot who you were. In his eyes you were his savior, and you still are."

The brunette started to argue as she shook her head, but Rossi held up his hand and continued to speak.

"Who knows what would have happened to that sweet boy you met all those years ago, with those bright blue eyes and blonde curls. If he would have stayed with Ian, you know he would have ended up dead. You saved him Emily and not one of us would ever fault you for the decisions you made during that undercover operation. I know I can speak for all of us when I say Declan has made our lives better, just by knowing him and we have you to thank for that."

"But-"

"I'm not finished yet" the older man told her sternly

"You know who else wouldn't be here if you hadn't met the Doyle's all those years ago?" Rossi questioned as he looked at Emily with a raised eyebrow.

The brunette sucked both of her lips into her mouth and she fought back the tears and nodded her head as she whispered the name of her son.

"Ethan"

The older man nodded.

"Yes, Ethan, your mini me. That boy is so full of life and laughter and fun. He's inquisitive and smart and carefree. He's what I imagine you would have been like as a kid if you hadn't been raised by diplomats who lived in several different countries throughout your childhood, if you would have had just a normal life as a kid."

Emily smiled faintly at that thought, which in turn caused a smile on the older mans face.

"But that kid is also who he is because of you. He still has so much of your personality because a lot of those traits are things you exuberate now as an adult. He has such a big heart and I swear he tries my patience but I think that makes me love him more. And Emily, I cannot imagine a life without that boy in it and I don't think you can either. He and Declan are nothing like Ian. They have had too many good influences in their life to be tainted by that man. Just because he has some of his DNA does not mean a thing. You know that. We speak it all the time within our team, our family. Because blood doesn't make a family, love does. And we love you Emily, all of us, and I'm sorry but none of us, none of those kids, blame you for what happened."

The brunette woman was quiet as she took another sip of her drink and looked out across the large yard in front of them.

"I don't want anything to ever happen to them, Dave. I can't lose them and I almost did, because of my past."

"Kid, something could happen at any time that is completely out of our control. You taking yourself out of the equation because you're afraid of losing them is just plain dumb. Just because you aren't there doesn't mean someone from one of our other pasts might come back for revenge. It's part of our job. But we can't live with that thought process, we have to enjoy every moment we are given with our loved ones, not hide away and worry about the what ifs and what might have beens. We have to live in the present. Enjoy every minute you have with that beautiful family, Emily, because not everyone is as lucky as you. But I think you already know that."

"I just love them so much, Dave, and I want to protect them from everything bad in this world."

The older man finally reached over and placed his hand over Emily's right one, squeezing it gently, "I know you do, kid, but you and I both know that's not possible, or healthy."

"If I go back now, JJ is going to be pissed because she will know I have been lying about my recovery."

"Oh she's going to be angry either way, but I think she would rather have you go home now and confess, rather than waiting any longer and her finding out about it from someone else."

"The kids probably hate me"

"They don't hate you Emily, but I can tell you they are angry. They don't understand why you won't see or talk to them. They think you hate them, especially Declan and Ethan."

The brunette jerked her head up to look at Rossi, who nodded.

"But if anything I love them even more, which I didn't know was possible."

"Well, kid, the way you have been acting has not been sending that message."

The brunette sighed as she let her head connect with the table.

"JJ needs you too. Those boys are suffering and they all need you. Declan and Ethan are not speaking to each other unless it's to fight. Ethan has even been lashing out at Henry. They are all hurting Emily and I think you taking the first step by returning home and taking responsibility, of being a parent again, are the first steps in helping you and that family recover."

The brunette took a deep breath before slowly letting the breath out. Rossi reached over and covered her hand gently with his.

"We've all got your back Emily, don't ever doubt that."

The female agent nodded silently.

"This is going to suck." She stated

"No one ever said life was easy." The older man replied with a gentle smile.

"Well I can't drive so I guess I need to wait-"

"I'll give you a ride home" Rossi told her with a slight glare of his own.

"Fine" Emily relented in an annoyed voice.

The two agents finished their whiskey in silence before heading back inside the mansion. Emily went to the bedroom that had been hers for the last few months so that she could pack up her things. As she stood in the room, looking around, she found her breathing increasing as she began to worry about the fallout that was soon to come with her blonde wife. She walked over to the bed and sat down on it, trying to take deep breaths to calm her nerves. She looked at the picture on the nightstand and picked it up, gripping it tightly as she looked at the family portrait. Her heart began breaking all over again as she looked at the big smiles plastered on all of her kids faces in the picture. She knew from what Rossi and others had said that none of the kids smiled much anymore. She looked at the smile on her wife's face as she remembered that day and JJ running to leap onto Emily's back at the last second causing both women to erupt in laughter. Emily didn't want to be the reason that their smiles didn't return. The brunette felt her cheeks become damp as the tears started to fall. A few minutes later she heard a light knock on the open bedroom door before she felt the bed dip beside her and a comforting arm wrap around her shoulders.

"Kid, you have to face them at some point. I won't lie and say it's going to be easy, but you staying away is just going to make things even worse. They need you and you need them."

Emily nodded before pulling away and standing up, "Just give me a few minutes to pack my things and then you can take me home."

Rossi nodded as he left the brunette alone, once again, to pack up her belongings.

About thirty minutes later Emily met the older man in the foyer, her bag in hand. Rossi smiled sadly at her as he reached to take the bag from her. She smiled faintly as she followed him out the front door and to his vehicle.

Some twenty minutes later Rossi pulled into the old Victorian house's driveway, parking behind JJ's four runner. As he shut his car off he looked over at the brunette woman and saw her chewing on her nails. He reached across the console and gently took her left hand, still in its brace, into his right as he pulled it away from her mouth.

"Emily"

"I know" she said with a slight eye roll.

Before he could say anything else she had dislodged her hand from his and was exiting the vehicle. The older man followed suit, then popped the trunk to remove Emily's bag. He followed her slowly up the front steps to the large front porch and watched her as she paused at the front door.

"It's your house, Em, you can go in" he encouraged her

He could see her swallow thickly before reaching for the door handle with her right hand. Just as she was about to open it the door swung open as Ethan attempted barreling out. He stopped suddenly as he realized who he almost ran into.

"Mom?" he questioned looking from his brunette mother over to Rossi.

"Hi?" she questioned, unsure of what else to say.

The young boy rolled his eyes at her before mumbling, "Whatever"

Rossi's eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the behavior of the young brunette.

"Ethan Prentiss that is no way to talk to your mother" the older man chastised

"Why not?" Ethan replied as he spun around to look at the two people standing on the front porch,

"She hasn't been around the last few months anyways. She didn't even want to see us, so why is she here now?"

Emily felt her heart break as the anger radiated off her eleven year old.

"Ethan I-"

"I don't want to talk to you" he shouted before leaping down the steps and running towards his bike.

Both adults watched as the young boy took off down the street. As they turned back around they came face to face with a very angry blonde.

"I thought you couldn't walk very well and that's why you had to stay at Rossi's" she said accusingly.

Emily cringed at the anger in the blonde's voice before confessing, "I may have exaggerated slightly"

"Clearly"

"Umm, may I come in?" the brunette asked timidly

"Well it is still your house" JJ said as she stepped aside to let the two people enter the home.

"Just so it's clear Rossi had no idea I was lying about my recovery rate." Emily pointed out, not wanting her friend to be in trouble with the angry blonde.

"Let me guess? He happened to find out by accident and then made you come back here."

"Well-"

"Okay, JJ, I understand you're angry-" the older man began

"No Rossi" the blonde said holding up a hand, "I'm not just angry, I'm tired and I honestly don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to be the one to fix things. Nobody in this house is okay. But this one was just hiding out because she was scared about facing me, or her feelings, or the kids. The point is I don't care. I'm tired of all of it and I can't do it anymore."

Emily's eyes grew bigger at JJ's statement, "What do you mean?"

The blonde shook her head, "This family has fallen apart, Emily, and you have been nowhere during all of it. You have NO idea what I have been dealing with. Ethan yelling at you just now. That is only a small glimpse of what it's been like in this house. So if you think coming home will magically fix everything, it's not going to and I honestly don't have the strength to keep going. I need a break."

There was silence for several moments before Emily spoke up, "So do you want me to leave? Or does that mean you're leaving? I don't understand what you're saying."

The blonde let out a heavy sigh before looking up into her wife's sad, dark, eyes, "I just need a break. Since you're here now, I think I'm going to stay with Garcia for awhile."

"Oh"

"Just for a few days. I'm on the verge of a breakdown Emily and I can't deal with the kids and US when I feel like this."

"I understand" the brunette told her.

Rossi watched as the blonde turned and walked away, heading up the stairs, most likely to pack a bag so that she could head to her best friend's house.

Emily turned around and looked at the older man, "Well, I guess you can go now. Thanks for the lift."

"Emily-"

"Dave, it's fine. I brought this shit storm upon myself because I thought it was in everyone's best interest if I stayed away, but clearly I've only made things worse. JJ can't even look at me without disgust and anger, neither can my eleven year old son. I think we both know how this is going to end."

"Emily, listen to me, they are all just angry and hurt, you can't give up on them. You have to fight."

The brunette shrugged her shoulders, "Clearly JJ doesn't have any fight left in her, so how am I supposed to make everything up to her?"

Rossi looked at her sadly, "That, kid, is up to you. Only you know what would be the best way to handle this situation."

"You can go Rossi, please. I'll be fine and if I need anything I'll call you."

The older man looked at the brunette woman skeptically as she turned to walk him back towards the door.

"I promise I'll be okay." She told him as she opened the front door and ushered him out.

As she shut the door behind him she leaned her forehead against it sighing lightly. Then she pushed herself away and leaned over to pick up her bag. She took a deep breath as she looked at the top of the stairs and then began to make her way up, slowly.

Emily got to the doorway of the master bedroom and saw JJ sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to her. The brunette slowly entered the room and could tell the blonde had been crying.

"JJ" she said cautiously

The blonde sniffled before looking up at her wife, the concern evident on her face.

"I'm fine"

"Clearly you're not"

"I can't do this right now Emily" JJ said as she stood up quickly from the bed and walked away from the brunette, trying to put distance between them.

"I'm sorry JJ, I know I screwed everything up. I thought it was better for everyone-"

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM EMILY" the blonde shouted as she turned around to face her wife, "YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR MY OPINION. YOU JUST MADE THE DECISION ON YOUR OWN BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO DAMN STUBBORN TO LET ANYONE IN"

JJ threw her hands in the air as she groaned loudly.

"I don't want to do this right now, Emily. I said I needed space because if I don't leave I'm going to say things to you that I don't mean and that I will regret later."

Emily stepped forward, "Clearly if you're thinking those things then they're true. So why don't you just say them to me? It's not like I can't take it. I've been degrading myself for weeks and months now. I deserve everything you think about me and everything you want to say to me, because it's all true."

"STOP IT EMILY"

"Why?" the brunette shrugged, "You and I both know that everything you are thinking about me is true and I deserve every bitter word you want to say to me."

JJ screamed in frustration at her wife. She hated it when the brunette degraded herself. She'd had too many years and knew too many stories of Emily's past and she always promised herself she would never be one of the people to treat the brunette like that.

"I refuse to do that Emily, because no matter what you think of yourself right now, I still love you. As angry as I am at you right now, I still love you. So I REFUSE to stoop to that level and make you feel even more terrible about everything than you already do."

Emily fought the tears that were threatening to fall, as she bit her bottom lip and hung her head.

Before anything else could be said there were footsteps at their bedroom doorway. Both women turned to see Declan and Henry standing there, surprise and confusion on their faces.

"MAMA" Henry shouted, finally recovering from seeing his brunette mother, running towards her and flinging his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly.

Emily was unprepared for the assault and JJ's eyes saddened as she watched her wife tense as their youngest son hugged her tightly.

The brunette finally relaxed slightly and gently patted the blonde boys back. It was clear to JJ and Declan that Emily was uncomfortable with the affection from the seven year old.

"Henry ease up" The blonde teenager told his little brother, trying to help alleviate the awkwardness of the situation.

"Sorry" the little blonde said as he pulled away and smiled gently up at Emily, "I just missed you"

Emily returned the smile but couldn't get any words to form correctly.

"What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it up and down the stairs?" Declan questioned in an accusatory tone.

"Your mom is going to stay here with you guys for the next few days while I take a little trip." JJ said as she looked from one blonde boy to the other.

"You're leaving?" Henry questioned in a worried tone

"Not forever little man, I am just going to take a trip for a few days."

"Why can't we all go?" the seven year old asked, not understanding why his blonde mother now wanted to leave, especially now that Emily was home.

"Your mom needs some time away to think about things. She deserves to relax for awhile, don't you think? She's been taking care of all of you guys by herself. So we thought it was a good idea if she gets to go take care of herself for awhile too." Emily said looking from Declan to Henry

Both women watched as the seven year old contemplated what he had just been told.

"I think it's a good idea. Mom deserves a break." The blonde teenager stated as he stared at Emily.

"Okay I guess that makes sense." Henry agreed, "How long will you be gone?"

JJ came forward and knelt down in front of the young boy, "Not long, little man, just a few days."

He nodded in acceptance before throwing his arms around her neck, "Love you mommy"

She returned the hug, "I love you too sweetie"

The blonde stood up as she watched Henry turn to walk over to Declan. The teenager looked sadly at Emily before taking the young blonde by his hand.

"We'll just be in our room, out of your way" he said looking straight at his brunette mother.

Declan then turned and led Henry out of the master bedroom. JJ turned and looked at her wife and saw the brokenness in her dark eyes. She then walked into the large closet and pulled out her suitcase as she began to pack a few pairs of clothes. When she came out of the closet she saw Emily still standing in the same place, with the same look on her face. She sighed slightly before speaking up.

"Emily it's going to take time. They're hurt and they don't think you care about them. They think you're mad at them." The blonde told the older woman.

The brunette finally broke from her daze as she turned towards her wife's voice.

"They have every right to feel those things" the older woman stated.

"Maybe" the blonde responded, "But they also need to respect you…both of us, really"

Dark eyes met blue as Emily studied her wife. She could see the exhaustion across the younger woman's face.

"And so you're aware Declan and Ethan fight constantly. They try to stay out of each other's way, but sometimes Henry gets in the way and then all shit breaks lose."

Emily's eyes grew wide as she focused on what JJ was saying.

"Ethan has been fighting with everyone, he's pushed Henry numerous times, then Declan intervenes and that usually causes a fight between those two. So Henry has either been sleeping with Declan, or he goes to sleep before Ethan so that he doesn't bother him."

"I see" the brunette said quietly

"Emily if you want to try to fix anything between them you're going to have to talk to them and explain why you cut them out of your life the last two months. And be prepared for the fallout that comes with it because they aren't going to take it lightly. They're angry."

"I know"

"Penny is still her happy self though, and honestly she's the only one that doesn't cause Ethan to spiral out of control."

Emily smiled fondly at the thought of her toddler daughter.

"JJ I want to talk to you…try to explain things to you…I want to-"

The blonde walked up to Emily and grasped her right hand lightly, "I know Em, but right now, I can't listen. I can't take on anymore. And I know you better than you think."

The brunette looked into sad blue eyes as she squeezed JJ's hand slightly.

"We've been married for awhile now, Em, and even before that we knew each other for a long time. I know how you operate, I was just hoping that by this point in our relationship that you would have handled things differently."

"I'm sorry"

"I know you are" the blonde nodded, "And we will talk, I promise, but right now I just can't"

Emily nodded as she swallowed thickly. JJ then stood up slightly on her tiptoes to place a kiss on the brunette's cheek.

"I'm just going to grab my bathroom stuff and then head out. Like I said, I'll be at Garcia's so just call if you need anything." She said as she released Emily's hand and walked into the bathroom to grab the last of her things.

The brunette watched as her wife zipped up her suitcase and rolled it out of their bedroom. She slowly followed the blonde down the hallway as she walked down the hall to say goodbye to their two blonde sons. Then watched as she entered Penny's room and came back out with a sleepy blonde toddler.

"Mama" the little blonde said excitedly as she held her hands out to Emily.

The brunette hesitated and JJ could sense the uncertainty radiating off her wife. She held the toddler a little tighter as she debated in her mind.

"Do you want me to take her with me?" JJ asked as she looked at Emily.

The brunette fumbled slightly before shaking herself out of her stupor. She shook her head as she reached for her daughter.

"No. I've got her. It's okay." Emily said as she took Penny from JJ.

The toddler latched on tightly to the brunette as she began giving her sloppy kisses, a smile immediately forming on Emily's lips.

"Hi baby girl. I missed you too" she whispered to the little blonde.

"Missed mama" the girl replied back.

JJ could see that Emily was still tense, but she knew she didn't need to worry about the kids being taken care of.

JJ turned to walk down the stairs, pulling the suitcase with her and Emily following her while still holding Penny.

As the blonde made her way down the stairs she filled Emily in on Ethan's whereabouts.

"Oh and Ethan has a habit of riding away on his bicycle when he's pissed off about something, which seems to be all of the time. He usually comes back by dinner time though. But if he doesn't just know that I freaked out the first time also and I rode all over creation looking for him and I called the rest of the team to help search for him.

"He still hasn't learned that he can't just leave without saying anything, but he at least comes home by a certain time, like I said. However, since he knows you're here now he may not come back at his usual time, that's why I told you it's okay to freak out. I did the same thing. I haven't been able to figure out where he's going and he won't talk to anyone about it. But I wanted you to know."

Emily nodded nervously, "Okay"

The blonde made her way out the front door and down the drive to her 4 Runner before loading up her suitcase. Then she turned and kissed Penny on the cheek one more time before saying goodbye to her wife.

Emily watched as JJ drove away, the pain and worry making its way further up the brunette's throat. She thought about calling Morgan, but she knew how badly she treated him the other day and she knew she needed to handle her family on her own. She caused this mess and she would have to try to fix it or handle things herself.

She took a deep breath before bouncing the toddler lightly on her hip and then turning around and walking back up the drive into the house, saying a silent prayer that she would be able to make it through the next couple of days on her own with the kids.

A/N: So I will try to upload a chapter every couple of weeks, but no promises. Sometimes my life is busier than others, but more holidays are quickly approaching so we will see what my spare time looks like! Please keep leaving reviews, it makes me smile!