Aaron walked into the living room, Imogen strapped to his hip and babbling against her father's chest. The brunette man's eyebrows furrowed when he heard his wife's voice, and he immediately rounded the couch to see the younger woman laying down on her stomach, her face not an inch from their daughter's with the phone cluched in her hand. "Em?"

Emily looked up from a giggling Rylee and smiled, leveling herself on her elbows as she looked to her husband. "Hey honey."

The older man nodded to the phone in the brunette's hand, setting his daughter down to go and play with her sister. "Who ya' talking to?"

Emily grinned down to the two girls that crawled around in front of her. "Its Dave."

Aaron rolled his eyes at the sound of the other man's name before sitting himself on the floor beside his wife. "Oh."

The brunette ignored the sound in her husband's voice as she pressed the speaker button on her phone. "Dave, Aaron is here. Say hi to him?"

"Hi there, Aaron. How are you?"

Aaron wrapped his arm possesively around his wife's shoulders as she sat up, sending a silent message to the older man even if he couldn't see them. "Hi Dave, I'm fine. How are you?"

"Just great. So Em..."

Aaron felt his shoulders slouch as the pair continued their phone conversation. The brunette at his side didn't even seem to notice the way his fingers gently rubbed up and down her upper arm, his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders.

Emily's eyebrows furrowed as she felt her husband's lips came into contact with her cheek before trailing down her jaw line. She obediently tilted her head to let the older man kiss his way towards her ear before almost giving a grimace. "Dave, I've gotta go."

"Yeah, me too. But I'll pick you up?"

"Yeah, I'll see you tonight."

"Ok, I'll see you later then. Seven o'clock."

Emily gave a nod of her head, her lips smiling at the happy tone in her friend's voice. "I'll see you then, Dave." She quickly hung up the phone and turned her head to look her husband in the eyes, only to be blindsided by the older man's lips taking over hers with his. Her forehead scrunched in confusion before she placed her hands on the brunette's strong chest, her lips pulling from his. "What are you doing?"

Aaron shook his head, pulling his wife's brunette head closer to his.

Emily felt her heart race as the older man set their foreheads together. "We haven't done this in a while."

The older man pressed his lips desperately against Emily's, his eyes closing. "Don't you miss it, Em? I know I do."

The brunette felt her eyes sting at the sadness in her husband's voice, and she closed her eyes tight. "Aaron, I don't know..."

"Baby please."

Emily's watering eyes popped open, looking deep into those light hazel eyes of the older man. She pressed her lips into a thin line to keep them from quivering before slowly nodding her head, her hands slapping lightly against her husband's strong chest. "Ok." Se let him help her up before taking the phone from her hand and throwing it to the couch.

Aaron grabbed up both twins and practically sprinted up the stairs to put them in their room.

The brunette almost let out a sigh before making her way up the staircase, one of her hands glued to her hip. She slowly made her way into the master bedroom, her eyes staring to the bed she shared with Aaron, trying to remember the last time they had actually made love.

Her body spun around at the feel of two hands slowly sliding around her midsection, her dark doe eyes looking up into those of her husband. She let her hands slide up his arms as he bent down to kiss her. She felt her neck crouch slightly at the gentle force of the older man's lips, and she did her best to nuzzle her nose against his as he backed her up towards their bed.

...

Emily brushed her tears away with the blush brush as she finalized her makeup for that night. She and Aaron had did their best to make love the way they used to, touch each other and find that connection that they had had all those years ago.

They had stayed in their bed for at least three hours, both trying their hardest not to outright burst into tears at the feeling of loss that they were sharing.

Nothing was the same.

They hadn't reached that glorified peak that other couples could do every time they were touched by that special someone, but neither of them had even tried to hide it. After everything, Aaron collapsed on top of her barely sweating body, his heavy mass almost crying into her neck. The brunette woman had her own tears as she ran her fingers through her husband's dampened hair, doing her best to comfort the older man as they mourned their shared loss.

Emily looked up to herself in the mirror, taking her eyeliner and quickly redoing her bottom waterline. She quickly swiped at her cheeks once more before thrusting everything back in her makeup bag and quickly making her way out of the bathroom. She slipped on her heels and grabbed her favorite purple sweater, throwing it over her tank top covered torso and stepping out of her bedroom with her head held high.

She made her way down the stairs, her eyes widening when she saw her friend standing in the kitchen beside her husband. Her feet immediately quickening as she raced her way down the stairs. "Dave, you're early."

The older man let out a laugh. "Hello to you too, Em."

Emily let out a shaky smile, taking in the kiss to the cheek Dave set there. She quickly glanced to her husband, watching him chug down the last of his beer. "So what have you two been talking about?"

Aaron gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Nothing too interesting."

Dave felt a tad offended at the other man's answer before he looked to his friend. "We were talking about my new book."

"Ahh." She picked her purse up from the counter before looking to her husband. "Well we better get going." She walked up to him and stood on her toes, pressing her lips to his ears so Dave couldn't hear her whisper. "Make that your last bottle, ok?"

Dave watched as Aaron bent his head to press a kiss to his wife's lips after she had settled back on her feet, and Emily skillfully avoiding the kiss by turning her head.

Aaron's lips had ended up kissing his wife's cheek.

"Well we should get going, Em."

Not five minutes into the drive to the theater, Emily had burst into tears in the passenger seat of her friend's car. Dave quickly pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could turn in his seat. "Emily, what's the matter?"

Emily shook her head as she cried, looking to the older man with her fingers doing their best to cover her quivering lips. "I think my marriage is over."

Dave's eyes softened on the brunette woman who broke down beside him. "Em, what do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said, Dave!"

The older man shook his head, quickly leaning forward and taking his friend into a hug. "Shh Em, its gonna be ok."

Emily let out a cry as the older man cooed in her ear. "I love him, Dave. I love him so much, but since the incident its like nothing is the same anymore."

Dave nodded, pressing a comforting kiss to the younger woman's temple with his hands rubbing soothingly down her back. "I understand, Em. I know its hard because nothing is the same; I get it." He shushed her once more as she shook against his chest, and he quickly reached down to unbuckle her belt so it was no longer restraining her. "But its ok to cry, Em."

Emily looked up from her friend's shoulder, her nose brushing against his cheek in an effort for her reddening eyes to look into his. "I thank God that I have you to understand what I'm going through. I don't know what I would do if you weren't here wth me."

Both brunettes froze as they felt the heat from both their bodies envelope them in a hazed sort of sense, their eyes flickering from each other's gaze and down to one another's lips. They did their best to fight that growing desire for the one before them, qickly losing the battle as their lips crashed together.