A/N: This is a bit of a filler fluff/smut chapter, but it was needed to get to the plot. I'm not sure if I am happy with how all of this turned out...but I hope you like it. Also this is rated M...

Chapter 8

Emma couldn't help but turn around in circles as she looked at herself in the floor length mirror. The long white shorts looked good on her, contrasting with the loose T-shirt she wore. Running her hands on the material, she could tell it wasn't cheap, not even looking at the polo emblem that was on the shirt and shorts. She stuck her hands in the pockets and turned the left, and then back to the right, giggling. It had been so long since she had gotten new clothes. It reminded her of when she had decent foster parents who used her clothing allowance for its intended purpose. Of course, they had shopped at the second hand stores and not the mall, but it was still exciting. Now, nearly 24 years old and she felt the same way.

"Admiring yourself dear," the sultry voice from behind said. Emma shrugged and stepped away from the mirror. She had been feeling awkward since she'd woken up with Regina's arms around her. It wasn't like they hadn't woken up entangled before, but usually they were able to blame on hormones from sex. This time there was no excuse.

"I just think these are a good fit." She sat on the ottoman to lace up the new shoes Regina had bought. They were white and navy, matching the rest of her outfit perfectly. "So where are we headed?"

"Well, I figured we could do breakfast downstairs and then we have to meet Mark, my realtor. He has some properties lined up for today." Emma nodded admiring the way the brunette was able to meld her feminine style within her casual wear. It was far different from her usual work attire, but no less enticing. She wore sandaled heels with her shorts and the blond was having trouble keeping her eyes off the shapely legs in front of her.

"T-That sounds good," she stood up quickly, jerking her eyes from the executive's body. She rushed over to the door. "Let me just give Henry a call and then we can eat. I'm starving."

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"Damn," Emma whispered to the brunette as they stepped into the first property. "I knew you were a 'No Mediocre' type woman, but wow."

"What?"

"Nothing," the blonde said with a grin. This was the first mini-mansion the realtor had taken them too. Well it was referred to as a mini mansion. To Emma, it was just a mansion. She had to hold in a gasp as they entered another room. The place was beautiful. It was Italian in style, according to what Mark told them. Emma didn't know what it was, except that it was just spectacular. Regina though didn't seem to be as pleased.

"Hey," Emma whispered bumping the woman with her hip. "What's up?"

"Nothing," the brunette ran her hand along the granite countertop in the kitchen, looking out to the waterfront views and not smiling.

"You sure? Because you have had the same disappointed look on your face since we stepped into this place. And I can't see anything wrong."

"I-I told Mark that I didn't want anything too big. I don't think he understood what I meant."

"Oh!" Emma said backing up and taking in the two story great room behind them. "This is huge."

"Not to someone like him. He probably thinks that anything under 10,000 sq ft is 'not too big'. I was thinking of getting something more like a detached condo. Still on the water, but nothing expansive. It's just me. What do I need all this space for?"

"And me!" Emma piped up, trying to put a smile on the brunettes face.

"And you dear," Regina sighed, obviously in disbelief. Every step she took in the home reminded her of the fact she was alone. Her closest companion was a fuck buddy, who happened to be a stripper. "Yeah I just...this isnt working."

"Well then let's tell him," Emma took the brunette by the hand and lead her over to the realtor who was scrolling through something on his phone.

"Mark," Regina started giving him a slight smile. "This property, it isn't what I'm looking for."

"No? I would think that you would adore the Italian details. I remember you telling me you spent time in Italy…"

"I did tell you that," she sighed. "I also told you that I didn't want anything too big."

"This house is barely 6800 sq ft. It's smaller than…"

"Mark!" Emma cut in suddenly. "She doesn't want a mansion dude."

"And you are…" he said, as if this was the first time he had noticed the younger woman.

"Her friend. And you need to listen to your client."

"A woman of her status needs a vacation home that will match," he waved a hand dismissing the blonde. "I am trying to help her make a good choice. "Emma countered before Regina could speak up.

"You are trying to help yourself to a large commission and about to lose any commission all together." The man shut his mouth quickly and stepped back. Regina knew she was more than capable of speaking up, but she was stunned at how Emma quickly stepped in. "She wants small. As in what...about two bedrooms?" Emma asked the brunette who nodded with her more agape. "Two bedrooms and two bathrooms dude. By the water. It's me and her. Stop trying to sell something to fit 10 people." Mark nodded dutifully and turned away to search through his property listings.

"Sorry, I jumped in Reg-" Emma was cut off by the brunette's mouth slamming into hers, and the older woman's tongue thrusting into her mouth without permission.

"Normally I hate it when people interrupt me, but for some reason...I liked it." Emma's face broke out into a wide grin that Regina was more than happy to kiss. "Come dear, let's go see what else Mark has for me to look at.

[SQ]

Regina gave a small smile, watching as the woman across finished off the creme brulee in front of her without missing a single bite. She was positive Emma would have licked the porcelain cup if she could have done so without anyone seeing.

"Good, dear?

"Amazing," Emma said sitting back. "I've eaten so good the last 24 hours, I swear, I am going to be 10 pounds heavier by the time I leave."

"It's worth it. Well, I'm not too sure about the daiquiri that was the size of your head…"

"Worth it," the blonde grinned. She hadn't been able to finish the drink, but it had been fun trying and watching Regina's jaw drop when she saw how much the blonde did finish. "You should have gotten one."

The brunette shook head taking her black credit card from the leather check holder. One thing she loved about this place, was the fact that a 25% gratuity was already added. The waiters and waitresses were always outstanding, working hard to keep a job that guaranteed a good tip, and she was able to add a few dollars if she wanted, but never had to worry about bad service.

"Hey! You hear that?" Emma said, her head popping up suddenly.

"What?"

"That...the guitar." Regina shook her head, standing up after Emma, who's head was turned toward a series of restaurants down Ocean Drive. The blonde took Regina's hand and lead her down the stairs and onto the boardwalk. As they walked in the general direction of the music she could hear the sounds of latin beat getting stronger.

"Come on!" Emma sped up and Regina was thankful that she was well versed in wearing heels to where she could keep up with the blonde's rapid pace. As they approached a bar, there were performers on the street, both musicians and dancers. They had patronized an establishment with a couple of street performers earlier in the day, but these weren't pantomimers in drag. It was a man and woman who were engaging in what looked to be a complicated set of footwork to the Afro-Caribbean rhythm that the musicians were playing.

"Amazing," Emma practically whispered. A crowd had gathered, but somehow the blond had managed to move her and Regina to the front, watching as the man and woman moved in a two-step, twisting their hips.

"Merengue…" Regina said outloud to herself.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," a small smile erupted on the brunettes face and Emma raised an eyebrow before turning back to the dancers, who were ending their set. She was sad they had only seen a few seconds of the couple, as what they did see had left the blonde breathless. She had always enjoying watching others dance, live or on TV. She herself had almost no rhythm. Contrary to what most thought about those raised near the poverty line, Emma didn't have any luck with dancing. She had watched the other children at school, or the people who acted in dance themed movies, with awe and a small bit of jealousy.

The band began another tune, which Emma recognized from a Pitbull track a few years old. As she nodded her head along to beat, she stepped back as the male dancer began moving to the somewhat rapid beat alone.

"Regina?" Emma exclaimed as the brunette reached out a hand to the dancer, nodding as he mouthed 'are you sure?'. Emma knew she looked like a fool as her jaw dropped when the brunette was easily swept into the fluid movements of the man. The blonde swallowed hard as the executive seemed to be at home with the exaggerated movements and being spun around and back by the well dressed dancer.

"Whoa," she whispered as the fun, but normally well controlled businesswoman let out a bright smile, as she raised her arms above her head when the man took her by the waist and led across the sidewalk. It seemed impossible, but the brunette keep up with the footwork the man lead her in. It was almost like the fancy waltzes Emma had seen on TV, except that the two of them kept twisting to the right and moving around in a counter-clockwise pattern. Somehow Regina and the man never separated.

The group around them had gathered back, and then some, but Emma barely noticed, her eyes on the slim, but well developed hips of her lover. Regina moved with an innate sensuality that Emma was all too aware of. The jealousy that she normally felt at watching others with a skill she craved was not there. The only thought in her mind was that she knew all too well what the brunette was capable of, and she wanted that now. The couple continue on for a few more moments before the man let Regina go with a kiss to her hand.

"What the hell?" Emma asked as soon as the brunette was next to her.

"My father was very proud of his heritage, and the only activity I had that didn't involve studying was dance lessons, "she said as if she were discussing the weather. "I was fond of the merengue in particular."

[SQ]

Regina poured from the small bottle of grey goose into her glass as she kicked off her shoes. The day had been surprisingly wonderful. She still wasn't sure which of the homes was going to suit her needs, if any, but it had to been nice to spend time with Emma, hear her opinions and then dance with her. Well...attempt to dance. The blonde had been hopeless, but it had wonderful to have her hands on the younger woman's hips as she tried to guide her to the beat of the music. Dancing like that had made her think of her father, but the sadness she expected had not been there. Instead she had focused on the happy memories of him taking her by the hands and helping her practice her footwork. The day had been unreal.

Sighing, she added in a bit of cranberry juice and stirred her drink. She could hear the shower come on in the back, and a smile came onto her face without warning.
They were planning on going out to one of the many clubs to have a few drinks and listen to some music, thus the blonde was preparing to put on something a bit fancier than the t-shirt and shorts she had been wearing at dinner. If it were up to Regina, the blonde would have had nothing on, but they weren't that free spirited in Miami.

Of course, this was their last night here. Tomorrow they would have breakfast, look a few more homes and then have lunch before heading to the airport.

They had spent the day being hassled by everyone, from the real estate agent to waiters and drivers. There was nothing wrong with an evening alone.

Besides, if they went out, there was a chance they'd be tired by the time they returned.

Making up her mind, the brunette finished off her drink before heading into the ensuite. Along the way she pulled off her shirt, shorts and unsnapped her bra just as she got into the steam filled bathroom. Regina didn't hesitate to open the glass shower door and step right in without an invitation

"Regina- what the-" Emma was cut off as soft full lips were pressed against hers in an urgency that couldn't be denied. Turning fully around, the brunettes arms wrapped up and around the blonde's neck pressing their slick bodies against each other. Within moments, Emma took control, pressing the older woman up against the shower wall, her hands caressing each and every inch of the shapely body beneath her.

"Guess we're not making it to the club."

"Disappointed dear?" Regina breathed.

"Not in the least," Even in the steaming shower, Emma could feel the rapid breaths coming from her lover. She trailed her lips down to the brunettes neck, eventually placing open mouth kisses on the wet skin as she trailed her way down. She swirled her tongue around, licking the moisture that stuck on the brunette. She could feel the nails beginning to dig into her shoulders as she kissed closer and closer to the woman's center.

Hooking one leg over her shoulder, Emma wasted no time in sliding her tongue directly into Regina's wet center. While the talking and intimacy of last night was nice, a huge part of her missed the intensity of the sexual side of their friendship. Curling her tongue, she use it to stroke the woman's insides, tasting the brunettes arousal. Using one hand to squeeze the executive's ass, she thrust her tongue in and out, occasionally flicking it up against the woman's erect clit.

"Yes," she heard the woman above her moan. It hadn't been that long, but for some reason Emma felt as if she was a woman starved and Regina was 5'5" of caramel cake. Careful of keeping the woman stable, she slid one hand up the slick body to caress the brunette's breasts as she continued her ministrations. With every stroke of her tongue, Regina's hips came off the wall to meet her mouth. They speed up, Emma moving her focus from the warm wet center and up to the sensitive button that drew whimpers from the business woman's lips. Slowly she rolled her tongue around it, stroking each part until she saw that tonight, Regina's moans were louder the more she licked to the right.

Grabbing the woman's ass with both hands, Emma increased the speed of her tongue, eventually wrapping her lips around it and lashing her tongue side to side until Regina's hands dug into her shoulders hard enough to leave bruises.

"E-E-Emmm-" with a shudder from Regina, the blonde found her hair being pulled sharply as the brunette ground her center into the younger woman's mouth. Unable to get enough, Emma used her tongue to lap up every drop coming from the brunette as she came.

"God, you are so amazing," Emma muttered as she placed kissing all along the older woman's thighs. "You taste...wow."

"I," Regina started, still attempting to catch her breath. "I don't think I've ever had it like that. wow." Regina leaned back, allowing her body to wind down.

"Glad I could be the one to give it to you like that," Emma grinned.

"Indeed," Regina kissed the blonde again, moving her tongue purposefully inside the younger woman's mouth and maneuvering her under the water. "Come on, rinse off."

The brunette's tone belied her desperation and Emma quickly made sure she was free of soap and shampoo before the older woman turned off the water and lead them both from the shower. Emma barely had enough time to dry of her skin, let alone her hair before Regina pushed her onto the plush bed.

Emma wasn't sure what had her submitting like this, but as Regina gently crawled on top of her, and refused to allow her to turn over, she found herself getting even wetter than she thought possible. The kisses were not rough, but definitely possessive. The brunette's hand wound up her body, caressing her side as she drew her fingers up from her waist, to her shoulders and around the back of her head. Pulling her up slightly off the bed, Regina bent the blondes head back, trailing kisses down from her lips to her neck, sucking on the pale flesh.

"Oh god," emma whispered, only to have the brunette bring their lips back together. With an insistence, the brunettes tongue entered her mouth, stroking every place it could touch. She could feel the energy flowing between them as Regina's hips began thrusting against hers. With minimal effort, the older woman parted Emma's thighs with her legs, never breaking the kiss. Their tongues seemed to duel, occasionally punctuated by light bites to each other's lips. Keeping one hand holding the blondes head in place, Regina trailed the other down the blondes body, drawing her fingers in the wetness gathering between the dancer's nether lips. A single swipe of her finger and the brunettes finger was wet.

With great care, Emma felt the brunettes finger dragging its way up her slick slit, and across her clit, teasing her.

"I want you," Regina whispered against Emma's mouth, as the blonde's eyes closed. "Do you want me?"

Emma didn't respond verbally, but nodded quickly as she felt the brunettes finger circling her clit, driving her insane. She didn't know why Regina didn't just enter her. Every pass caused her to shudder, the pleasure flowing up her back and out to her fingertips.

"Regina," Emma moaned. "Yes I want you."

Suddenly the woman stopped and got off of the bed. Emma opened her eyes immediately, wanting to whine at the loss of the skin to skin contact.

"What are you doing?" she asked, feeling forlorn. The brunette didn't answer, only quickly disappearing into the closet for a few moments. Emma laid back down, exhaling. She didn't know what the woman was up to, but she need to hurry up. She could feel herself dripping. She would be embarrassed, but honestly she was too turned on to give a damn. Who cared if she was messing up egyptian cotton sheets as long as her lover came back quickly.

The bed dipped slightly and Emma smiled as she felt Regina coming back to hopefully finish what she started. She tried to sit up, only to be stopped by the brunettes hand against her abs. Using her elbow, Regina parted Emma's legs again, slowly dragging her tongue up the blonde's sex, parting the wet lips. Emma moaned, the action sending tingles through her body. Crawling up the bed, Regina kept her body from fully melding to the athletic frame beneath her. waiting until they were eye to eye, she slowly let her body drop pressing against the blonde, skin to skin.

"Wha-" Emma arched up and looked down, seeing the straps around the narrow waist. She couldn't see the dildo attached, but she could definitely feel it against her sex. she swallowed hard. "Regina."

The brunette stroked the blondes cheek, placing a light kiss against her lips.

"I want you," she said. She deepened the kiss using her hands to cup the blondes face, angling the woman's head up to thrust her tongue inside the blondes mouth. As their lips moved against each other, the brunette accompanied each kiss with small thrusts of her hips, rubbing the tip of the dildo against Emma's slit. As she could feel her body relaxing in some places Emma could feel herself tense up in a good way. She pulled her arms up around the executives neck, wrapping the smaller woman in her arms, pulling her as close as possible.

Regina sucked the blondes bottom lip into her mouth, before moving her kisses to Emma's neck, sucking on her pulse point. She bit and sucked at the delicate skin, leaving her mark on the white flesh.

"Yes," Emma moaned as the brunette undulated her hips, effectively using the strap on to stimulate her core, the dildo sliding along her wetness easily, hitting the tip of the clit and back down. It was just enough to keep her wet, but not enough to do anything more. "Regina!"

"yes dear," the brunette said, nipping at the blondes ear.

"Inside." The kisses that were against her ear began trailing back down to her neck, and around her chin till the brunette brought her lips against Emma's.

With one hand in the blonde's hair, Regina used the other to take hold of the dildo, running the tip up and down the blonde's slit.

"Regina," Emma said breaking the kiss. "I swear I'm wet enough. Fuck me please!"

Arching an eyebrow, taking the blonde on her word, Regina pressed her hips forward, the toy easily sliding in a little bit. Pulling her hips back a bit, she pressed forward again, watching the head of toy pass into the blonde.

Emma gasped, the head stretching her more than she expected. Regina pulled back out and pressed in even more, sliding in a few more inches.

"Oh god," the blonde moaned, as the toy filled her more than she had been filled in what felt like forever. Wrapping her legs around the brunettes back, Emma pulled her in deeper, till the toy bottomed out, their centers nearly touching. As the older woman took her time, slowly drawing out and then filling the younger woman beneath her, Emma wrapped her arms around the brunette, pulling them together.

Regina felt their bodies touching and for some reason it wasn't enough. Against her better judgement, the brunette wrapped her arms around Emma, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.

"Yes," Regina said as she pulled out and thrust in, watching the blondes mouth form a 'O', she added a bit more force to her thrusts. They established a rhythm easily, even with one of Emma's hand falling around from the brunettes back to grab the sheets. The blonde's hips met each of the Regina's thrusts, driving the toy deep inside her, hitting spots she didn't know existed.

Suddenly without warning, Regina grabbed the blonde by the back of her head, mashing their mouths together as she speed up, forcefully driving the toy into her lover, the kiss drowning out the screams coming from Emma's mouth.

"Regina, Regina, Regina!" the younger woman called out as soon as Regina broke the kiss. She screamed the woman's name like a mantra, each pump of the brunettes hips sending her closer and closer a climax. "Yes please!"

Emma lifted up slightly, sucking on the olive neck next to her, her tongue lapping at the skin.

"Emma please," Regina moaned, the toy pressing against her clit as she bottomed out with each thrust. "I'm gonna…"

"Don't stop." Emma moaned. "Make me come."

Regina moaned as she continued her thrusts, locking eyes with the blonde as they both raced toward the edge. Despite the urge to close her eyes, Emma keep hers on the dark orbs above her, watching the sea of emotions pass through her lover's eyes. Every thrust, every movement, every caress was visible in through dark depths.

Regina grabbed the blondes face again, pushing her tongue into Emma's mouth, caressing the younger woman's tongue with her own.

Breaking the kiss, the business woman grabbed Emma by her ass, controlling the blonde's hips, pressing inside of her harder and harder, causing the toy to rub harder against her own clit, each stroke sending spirals of pleasure through her body.

"Yes, Emma. Yes." The blondes fingers found their way back to Regina's back as they rocked together, their eyes locking again, never breaking the connection. "Come for me."

With a final thrust, Regina felt the resistance coming from the blondes orgasm, her body contracting around the toy, as Emma's fingers pressed hard into her back, surely to leave bruises. Whimpers and gasps left the blondes mouth as her climax caused Regina to fall over the edge, her thrusts now becoming uneven and disjointed.

"Fuck," the brunette muttered, as the waves of pleasure slowed down. She pulled out the blonde, falling on the bed next to her, sweat clinging to their cooling bodies.

"Oh my god,"Emma breathed. "Damn. That was a nice surprise."

Regina grinned, pulling the blondes head to her own. She gave the lips a quick kiss before lying back down.

"Yes it was"

[SQ]

Regina flipped through the printouts as they flew back to the New York. She had narrowed down her choices to a couple of homes and one condo. She was ready to ditch the condo, as she didn't want to be connected to any of her neighbors, but it was right on the strip so she hadn't thrown it out immediately. Emma had thought the condo was magnificent, but her waterfront view was from 20 stories up, and she wasn't to happy with that. If Regina was on the water, she wanted to be on the water.

"Are you okay dear," Regina said, noticing the forlorn look on her friend's face. Emma had been quiet since take off, and even now she was staring straight ahead with a what looked almost like pain across her face.

"Fine."

"Emma," Regina said putting the papers down and turning to her companion. "We are beyond that. I can tell you aren't fine." The blonde sighed, turning to the window and staring out at the vast sky.

"This weekend was awesome."

"Okay…" isn't that a good thing, the brunette thought..

"And while I am glad to be getting back to my baby boy, he's the only thing good about going back. I hate it Regina."

"Emma…"

"No," she said feeling tears welling up in her eyes. "I know that by this time tomorrow I'll be dealing with Jason making some crack about me or some creep will be giving a pseudo compliment about my ass or tits. And, you know, that is the only reason I came on this trip?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's the only reason I came. I hated it so much, and it was the only reason I was able to leave Henry for three days. I thought that maybe if I got away from it all, that by the time I got back that the shit would be easier to deal with. I'd be better able to deal with the bull and do what I needed to for my son. I'd be stronger. But I'm not. I am dreading it just as much as I did Friday." She didn't turn to the executive the whole time she spoke. Instead her eyes were turned to small viewing window, but Regina could see the tears making their way down her cheek. "I know... I sound pathetic."

It was strange. Even with all the things they spoke about, this was the first time she had seen tears in the blonde's eyes. Comforting was not something the brunette did. Even as a child, when she was hurt or upset her mother merely told her to shake it off, that crying wasn't going to help anything. She knew that wasn't what she should say to the woman next to her.

"Emma, I can't claim to understand what you are going through, I can't," she said standing from her seat and going over to kneel next to the blonde. She placed her hand gently on the young mother's chin and turned the woman so that she could look into her green eyes. "But even though I don't understand, I can tell you that you don't sound pathetic at all. And...but you do seem like you could use some help. And I want to do whatever I can."

"Regina, there is nothing-"

"I know," she said. "I know you don't want my help with the job situation, but….if you ever need to just get away, I am here. You can call me up and I'll get whatever you need. A night away, a bottle of wine, or just to talk. I'm here."

"I can't ask you to do any of that. You have your own life."

"Hey, we're friends right?" Regina tilted her eyes, giving a small smile. "That's what friends do." It was awkward for sure, both women not accustomed to giving or getting comfort. Despite the fact that they had done more with each other physically, than most friends, a hug seemed far too intimate. Emma settle for placing a hand over the Regina's which was on her thigh.

"You are one of the best friends anyone could ask for."

"I can honestly say, you are the first person to ever say that about me," the brunette smirked "And probably the last". She then shot up from the floor and made her way toward the back of the plane as if her feet were on fire. "Before I forget, I wanted to give you something for Henry."

"Henry?" the blonde turned around.

"Yes with Christmas coming up next month, I figured I'd get him my gift early. It's always hard to find something last minute," the woman disappeared into a small room at the back and emerged with a large box inside of a bag. "I think you said something about him being into trains."

"Yes. Thomas the Train has made my life a living hell."

"Good!" Regina set the gift down in front of the blonde. Pulling down the plastic toy shop bag, Emma gasped as she saw the elaborate train set. It was over 100 pieces and able to be assembled on top of a table that was included. She turned the box over, with some effort, to read what was all in there. She smiled as she saw that among other things, it included a bridge with lights that made realistic train sounds, a mountain pass, a roundhouse and a working crane.

"Regina this is amazing!" She jumped up and pressed a kiss to the other woman's lips. "He is going to love this."

"I'm glad. And you don't have to worry about telling him who gave it to him. Just tell him it's from Santa Claus."

"Reg-"

"Let me know how he likes it," she cut the blonde off.

"I'll be sure to take lots of pictures so you can see for yourself." Emma stared at the box for a moment, grinning as she thought of what Henry's reaction was going to be. He had never gotten anything this massive for a birthday or holiday. He was definitely going to feel spoiled this year.

The rest of the flight went by without incident and before long Emma found herself giving the brunette a long kiss goodbye before jumping in the back of Benjamin's town car, heading home. It had been a good weekend. Despite the fact she had to see Jason's slimy face tomorrow, it was good to know she had support, however odd it may be. She wasn't sure how much she was going to take Regina up on her offer, but at least she had to option if things got too bad.

Before long she was at the projects and Emma smiled as she got out the car, waving bye to Ben as she slung her duffel over her shoulder and walked around the block to the main entrance. She balanced Henry's gift carefully as she wondered just where she was going to store the massive box until Christmas.

She hadn't been in her apartment more than five minutes when her doorbell rang.

"Seriously Rubes," she said as she went to open the door. "You couldn't wait 10 minutes to ask me how the trip went?"

Emma's smile fell from her face as the face she recognized was not Ruby. She felt her heart speed up, but was too shock to move.

"N-N-Neal?"

"Hey Emma," the scruffy man said. "I came to see my son."

A/N: Don't hate me. :) Look on the brightside...RegalBeliever feels next chapter. lol