Aaron watched his wife from the foot of their bed get dressed. His gaze followed how she slipped a silk blouse over her shoulders, not bothering to button it up before making her way out of the closet and stepping into the master bedroom to brush her hair. "Where are you going again, Em?"

The brunette watched her reflection in the large bathroom mirror as she spritzed the smallest bit of hairspray onto the ends of her curls. "I told you sweetheart, I'm going to a business dinner with my boss and a couple of his colleagues. If they like me, then I might get that promotion I've been talking about for the past week."

The older man gave a small nod of the head, his shoulders shrugging. "This is the first I'm hearing about it."

Emily felt herself snort as she made her way out of the bathroom, buttoning up her top as her eyes glued themselves to her husband. "That is not true. Its practically all I've been talking about."

Aaron shook his head. "Guess you haven't been talking about it with me."

Emily bit her lip, giving a small shrug as she buttoned the last of her top up. "Sweetheart I"m sorry. I didn't realize I-"

"Stopped paying attention to me?"

The younger woman looked up to her husband with wide eyes. "You know that's not true."

Aaron did his best to refrain his laugh as he looked down to the brunette. "But it is, Emily. You haven't wanted to stay home with me or the girls for months. You never even speak to me when we are together... You just seem to be zoning us out."

Emily's eyebrows furrowed. "I've been zoning you out?"

"Its never about us anymore! Its either about what you're doing or what I'm doing, but never about what we're doing. Together."

"Well I'm sorry that I've been busy, Aaron. What do you want me to do? Quit my job?"

The older man rolled his eyes as he stood from his seat. "You know that's not what I want."

"Then what do you figure I do?"

"I don't know! Something to make it seem like you care about me or us. The kids."

Emily's mouth dropped open, her heart plummeting down into the pit of her stomach as her husband's words cut through her. "Fuck you. Fuck you Aaron!" She felt hot tears start to spill down her cheeks, hearing the twins giggling through the baby monitor. "Don't you dare say I don't care about my children. I have always cared for them and nurtured them. Don't you dare say that I don't care because I do! I care more about them than myself."

The older man nodded. "Apparently more than me too."

Emily gave a humorless laugh before pointing an accusing finger into the older brunette's chest. "Maybe if you weren't such a jackass to your wife, the mother of your children. To everyone else out there just because something is going wrong with you and your life!" She shook her head. "You don't know anything about anyone else's life out there and you could care less! All because you're too absorbed in yourself. What about our vows, huh? We promised to never let it get to the point where we were like this. Screaming and blaming one another."

"Then why don't you act like you love me? That you still care for me and our marriage."

"What makes you think I don't?"

Aaron just gave a shake of the head. "Ok, I'm done talking about this. Just go to your dinner."

Emily bit her lip, taking a step closer to her husband before laying her hands to his chest. "I'm sorry you feel that I've been neglecting you, Aaron. That wasn't my intention and I'm sorry."

"Emily, jus-"

She shook her head, cupping the older man's cheek and setting the tip of her finger to his lips. "Why don't, right when I'm free from work, me and you have a date night."

Aaron's eyebrows rose, taking the younger brunette's hand in his. "A date night?"

Emily vigorously nodded her head, her eyes still sparkling with tears. "Just me and you. We can get a sitter for the girls, and me and you will have a great night. Just the two of us."

...

Emily quickly buttoned the center button of her jacket, slamming the car door and hurrying to make her way up onto the sidewalk she parked beside. She smiled when she saw the older man standing before her, and she let him take her into a hug as the city surrounded them. "Hey Dave."

The older man smiled as the brunette pulled away from him. "You look great, Em. Healthier."

The brunette pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiled. "Thanks. I feel good."

Dave held out his arm, smiling greatly as the younger woman linked her elbow with his. "Ready?"

Emily gave a small nod, letting her friend lead her up the concrete staircase and into the busying church.