The brunette sighed as she got her youngest daughter ready for the day, putting her little legs through the jumper before clipping a bow into her already thickening hair. "Well don't you look pretty today?"

Rylee smiled to her mother, her hands flapping in the air as the brunette woman who held her lifted her up.

Emily pressed a kiss to Rylee's cheek before hiking her onto her hip, and using her other arm to pick the brunette's twin up from the bed. "And you, my little Immy, you look just as pretty." She pressed a kiss to Imogen's blond hair and made her way out of the bedroom. She carefully made her way down the stairs with two hyper six month olds bouncing on her hips. "Aaron?"

The older man looked up from the paper in his hands, his eyes widening slightly as he saw his wife struggling to hold onto both girls. He quickly got up and took little Rylee from her mother's arms. "Where are you off to?"

Emily looked up to her children's father with dulling eyes. "I wanted to go visit Billy and Rebecca."

Aaron gave a slow nod of his head, gently slipping Rylee into the front seat of the two-seat stroller. "I can go with you if you want."

The younger woman quickly shook her head, wrapping Imogen up in her small jacket before strapping her up in her seat. "No, its ok. You went last weekend when I got sick." She gave a shrug, standing straight and taking her jacket from the coat rack. "I think it would be good if it was just me and the girls."

Aaron watched as his wife jogged into the kitchen, picking up a full picnic basket before making her way back to him. "If you're sure." He pressed a small kiss to the brunette's lips, moving her hair behind her ear.

Emily slowly backed away from the older man, silently nodding before pushing her babies out the front door.

The sun burned the black of her hair as she rolled her daughters' stroller through town, making their usual way towards the cemetery. She smiled when she heard her babies babbling some nonsense to one another as they strolled along the sidewalk, turning onto a narrow street that led towards the cemertery entrance gates. Her eyes squinted when she saw a man getting out of his car as she crossed the street, and her heart immediately skipped a beat. "Dave?"

The older man looked up and smiled, watching as the brunette made her way down the sidewalk to him. "Emily hi. How are you?"

She smiled as she made her way to the entrance gate, watching as the brunette man locked his car doors. "I'm good, how are you?"

"Fine." He grinned down to the babies before him, watching as they did their best to wave his way. "And who are you two gorgeous girls?"

Emily looked down to the giggling twins, pointing to each as she introduced them. "This is Rylee, and this is Imogen."

Dave nodded. "They're yours?"

"They are."

The older man's eyes widened, letting the brunette walk through the gate before him. "How old are they? Two months?"

Emily smiled as she shook her head. "They're six months and ten days, but they're still very tiny."

"They're beautiful. Look just like their mother."

Her brown eyes glanced up from the ground, shock coursing through her veins as she looked into the older man's eyes. "Thank you, Dave."

He gave a nod of the head, walking along side the young mother as they zigzagged along the paths. They walked in a comfortable silence before coming to the child part of the cemetery, and Emily's eyes immediately grew moist. Dave watched as she pulled out the handkerchief he had given her the first time they had met. "You kept it."

Emily looked down to the material in her hand, her head nodding. "I couldn't throw it away, its not mine." She shrugged. "And it works really well."

Dave smiled. "I'm glad."

The younger woman quickly held out her hand, trying to push the material into the brunette man's hand.

"No, you keep it."

Emily looked at the older man strangely, her head tilting. "Why?"

Dave just shook his head. "I want you to keep it."

She gently licked her bottom lip, setting the handkerchief into her jacket pocket. "Thank you." She gave a small sigh as he nodded, and gestured down to the grass beneath them. "I was going to have a picnic with the girls. Would you like to join us?"

Dave watched as the younger woman took a picnic basket out from under the stroller and set it to the ground. "No, I couldn't intrude."

Emily did her best to smile as she locked the stroller wheels. "You wouldn't be. I just thought I'd like to have a nice lunch with my children." Her eyes suddenly glazed over as she stood back up, looking just a foot away to where her son and daughter's headstones stood. "All my children."

Dave gave a small nod, his eyes fixing themselves on the younger woman as she set out a small picnic blanket. "If you'd like to have me, I'd love to say."

Emily nodded, smiling softly as she unbuckled Imogen from the stroller. "Do you think you could take Rylee out for me?"

The older man's eyes looked down to the curious baby before him, slowly unbuckling her and cautiously lifting her from the seat. He smiled as the baby grabbed onto his nose, her blue eyes widening slightly as her fingers roamed over his coarse skin. "Aren't you adorable?"

Emily bit her lip to keep from laughing as she sat with Imogen in her lap, watching as the older man did his best to settle down with a squirming Rylee on his hip. "She really likes to move."

"Yes I can tell." Once he was seated on the blanket with the younger woman, he gently set the young girl down and watched her crawl towards her mother.

The younger woman set Imogen beside her sister before opening the basket at her side and slipped two bottles from it confines. She looked up to the man watching her after handing the bottles off to her girls, smiling as soft as she could as the sun did its best to peek through the leaves that hid them. "So were you here to visit your son?"

Dave nodded, taking the apple that she had handed him. "I was. I visit him every Saturday."

Emily smiled, peeling off the skin of her orange. "That's sweet."

"I do what I can."

She bit her lip, looking to the older man across from her, her eyes studying the way his lips moved over the apple as he took a bite. "May I ask about him?"

Dave looked up from the fruit in his hand, nodding slowly at the brunette woman's question. "Of course."

"What was his name?"

The older man smiled, turning his head to glance back at his son's resting place a few yards away from where they sat. "Michael Anthony Rossi."

Emily silently let the name roll of her tongue as the older man turned back to her, his smile the smile of a proud father. "That's a beautiful name."

Dave nodded. "Carolyn thought of the first name and I thought of the second."

"Your wife."

Dave's eyes slowly made their way back to the blanket beneath him. He gave a short nod of the head, thinking back to the woman he had loved for sixteen years. "My late wife. She passed away during childbirth."

Emily's eyes widened with sadness, feeling her heart break for the older man who had lost so much. He had lost two people that he loved more than anything in the world, just like she had. Maybe even worse than she had. "Dave I am so sorry."

"Don't be."

She shook her head, her mouth dropping open as she searched for the words to say to the visibly upset older man. "I can't imagine how that feels."

Dave looked up, shaking his head slightly as he glanced to the two headstones that stood side by side. "But you can." He set the apple down in the grass, looking to the younger woman before him with sad eyes. "How old were they?"

Emily's eyes immediately stung as she looked to the ground that held her babies captive. She shook her head, feeling that familiar closing of her throat as her tears starting to swell. "Billy was seven and Rebecca just turned four."

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head once again, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from letting out a sob. "Billy loved being a big brother. He tried his best to protect his little sisters through everything." She looked to the sky and let in a breath, her tears falling as she finally looked back to the older man that sat before her. "He was standing in front of his little sister when the burglar took a shot."

Dave watched in amazement as the younger woman did her best to wipe all her tears away, sitting straight and trying to calm herself down. "Emily..."

"It only took one bullet," she let out a shaky breath, looking up to the older man and shrugging, "and then they were gone."

Pushing aside the fact that he had only met this beautiful, strong woman twice, Dave made his way over to the younger woman, careful not to hurt the little girls oblivious to their conversation, and sat himself down just beside her. He wrapped his arms around her shaking shoulders, letting the brunette drop her fruit and curl her fingers into the material of his shirt.