Aaron sat on the couch with his two sleeping girls in his lap, his hands holding their little bodies tightly as the movie they had been watching ended. His mind quickly wandered to his wife, thinking about the man she had gone out with for that night.
She had looked so tired, yet so beautiful when she had left. She and that author guy were suppose to go and see a play that might. 'Hamlet', if he remembered correctly.
It was one of Emily's favorite plays.
Aaron gently set both girls down in their playpen before going into the kitchen. He looked to the number of the theater that Emily had left for him in case something happened with the girls. Emily hadn't wanted to put her cell phone on during the play, as always, because she knew it wasn't considerate for the other patrons. He picked up the phone in his hand and quickly punched in the number before bringing it to his ear.
"Pollary Theater."
"Hi, this is Aaron Hotchner. My wife is suppose to be there tonight, may I speak with her? The ticket name is probably under 'Rossi'."
There was a small moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Yes, we have two tickets here under that name. But I'm sorry Mr. Hotchner, they haven't come in."
Aaron felt his eyebrows furrow. "They're not there?"
"No sir. We have a payment for the tickets on a David A. Rossi's credit card, but we do not have the tickets themselves. The only reason for that would be not appearing here tonight."
Aaron gave a slow nod of the head, his fingers curling around the plastic in his hand. "Alright, thank you."
"Not a problem, sir."
...
Emily rocked gently against the older man beneath her, her hands cupping his warm cheeks as he held her in place. After a minute of kissing, Dave had lifted her from her seat and set her in his lap, his hands cupping her hips hard.
Her ebony hair flew over one of her shoulders as she finally came up for air, her dark eyes boring into his. "We shouldn't being doing this."
Dave gave a nod of the head, his hands moving smoothly from her hips to the small of her back. "We can stop. I'd be willing to stop for you."
Emily felt her eyes stong before she bent back down, sniffling as she laid her forehead against the older man. "Oh Dave... You are the sweetest man."
The author had to blink his own tears away at the crack in the younger woman's voice. "Emily, don't cry."
"Its so wrong to be kissing you." She shook her head, a cry escaping passed her lips before she moved her hands to clasp around his strong neck. "And I love Aaron, I do." Se almost whispered the last part to herself, encouraging her mind and heart to believe in it. "I promise I do."
Dave felt a tear that had leaked from Emily's eye land on his cheek, and he let it slide down all the way to his chin and drip onto the material of his jacket. "I know you love him, Emily." He brought her head down to lay his lips to hers, and felt his heart leap when she didn't back away. "But you're drifting apart."
Emily let out a shaky sigh before shaking her head, sitting up and away from the author's upper body, the top of her head almost hitting the car's roof. "That's not even an excuse. I can't help but feel guilt when we kiss, Dave." She bit down on her bottom lip, looking down to the man she sat atop of. "But..."
"Oh, I like that 'but'."
The younger woman let out a watery laugh before bending back down, gripping his neck once more and setting her forehead to his. "This is why there's a 'but'. You make me laugh, and you make me feel so beautiful and good about myself." She bit down on her quivering lip as she took in a breath. "You make me have the urge to live, Dave. And I am so thankful for that." She gave a meek shrug. "For you."