It had been two and a half months since that night that Emily and Dave had shared in his car; the night they were suppose to go to the theater together. They never actually made it there, spending the entire night just holding each other on the hood of his car ad looking out to the sky above the highway they had pulled off of.

Aaron hadn't spoken a word of that night, not telling his wife that he'd known she and her 'date' hadn't actually made it to the theater. There was barely an acknowledgment of her coming home that night; no words or even a look to reprimand her for being home later than she said she would be, and no questioning the mused hair or the hickey that had mysteriously appeared right below her chin.

The husband and wife had a new agreement. Every Saturday would be a family day, and at night, if up to it, they would take time for themselves and do as they pleased.

Each Saturday night was quieter than the last, lonelier than the last and surely more depressing than the last.

Emily and Dave had spoken on the phone almost every night they were free, which was basically every single night for the pair. Emily would have to apologize for breaking a date that was made because Aaron had always found a reason to keep her at home, and the pair of friends had begun to get a little sick of it.

The brunette woman almost felt as if she were a teenager again, having to sneak out of the house late at night just to go and talk with her friend that wait out in the driveway for her.

Emily had found a safe haven in the author. He always listened to what she had to say and actually gave her the time a day, even a compliment from time to time, which was more than she could say for her husband. Whenever she was around him, she would light up as if she were that five year old on Christmas day, getting that one special present that she'd been dying for since the first time she'd laid her eyes on it. Nothing could ever compare to the bond that the brunette pair had found, and neither one wanted to let the other go. Nothing was worth losing that bond.

Nothing.

Dave had even found a bond with the two children of the brunette woman that still lived in her hold, and their cute, tiny faces would never not light up at the sight of him.

He was doing better with them than their own father.