Emily ran her fingers through her freshly cut hair before getting into the car, sitting down in the driver's seat and closing the door. She bit her lip before buckling up and picking up her phone in her hand, smiling wide at the name that appeared on her screen. She quickly pressed the answer button and put the phone on speaker, putting the keys in the ignition and pulling out onto the street. "Hey Dave."

"Hey there, Em. How is everything today?"

The brunette pursed her lips. "I'm good, the girls are good. Our new puppy is good."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Emily let out a laugh. "We got the girls a puppy."

"And the reason?"

The brunette woman felt herself blush as she set her phone on the dashboard. "Well the girls aren't the only ones who wanted it."

"Ooh, am I sensing a little embarrassment from you Em?"

"Oh hush! I've always wanted a dog."

"Of course. What's the dog's name?"

Emily let out a smile as she stopped at a red light. "Ferguson."

"Oh Emily."

Emily gave a roll of the eyes, a laugh erupting past her lips. "Be quiet, you! I like that name." She smiled as her foot stepped onto the accelerator. "So you'll never guess what I did."

"What?"

She glanced up into the rearview mirror to get a peek at her new hair. "I got bangs."

"Did you really?"

"I did." She gave a laugh. "I think its my midlife crisis."

"Oh Emily be quiet, you're only thirty-four."

"So? That's old enough for a crisis!"

"Not a midlife one."

Emily gave a roll of the eyes before licking her bottom lip. "Whatever."

"Well I can't wait to see your new look."

Emily felt her cheeks flush at the older man's statement. "Really?"

"Definitely. I think bangs are sexy."

The brunette bit down onto her bottom lip, smiling as she heard her friend's voice deepen. "Well good." She tightened her fingers around the steering wheel as she turned onto the street of her girls' daycare. "I can't wait to see you tonight."

"Are you sure we'll actually be able to get out of that house of yours?"

Emily rolled her eyes at the question, pulling into a free space on the busy city street. "Relax, will you? I do have to tell Aaron because we're taking the girls, but I have a feeling we'll be able to go tonight."

"And how do you know, Mrs. Hotchner?"

"Well Mr. Rossi, I-"

"That's former Agent Rossi to you."

Emily felt her cheeks redden as she gave a laugh. "Well Former Agent Rossi, your dear friend here has a plan to get herself and her beautiful daughters out of their house this evening."

"Do you plan on telling me what this plan is?"

The brunette felt her voice deepend as she turned off the car, picking up her phone once again and whispering into the phone. "You'll just have to wait and see."

The older man laughed on the other end of the phone. "Ok. I can wait."

Emily clutched her phone in her hand as she got out of her car, slamming the driver's side door shut before stepping onto the sidewalk. She let out a small sigh at the sound of her friend's breathing on the other side of the phone, her hip leaning against the parking meter with ease. "I miss you."

"I know. I miss you too, sweetheart."

"I promise to do my best for tonight." She bit her lip. "Can I tell you something?"

"You know you can."

Emily felt a small smile spread over her face. "I really miss kissing you."

The older man let out a small laugh as he seated himself on his couch. "I know what you mean. I miss kissing you too."

"We only did it that one night and I'm having a withdrawal!"

"Its not like an addiction, Em."

The brunette let out a pout at the older man's laugh. "It is to me."

"Well play your cards right and I'll give you another dose."

Emily's eyes crinkled as she let out a laugh. "That was so cheesy!"

"Oh hush up. I'll see you tonight."

Emily nodded against the phone as she made her way into the daycare center. "I'll see yu tonight." She quickly disconnected the phone and slipped it into her back pocket, a smile spreading over her face when she saw her girls doing their best to toddle over to her. "Hi my babies!"

Imogen smiled up to her mother as she ran over to her on her stubby little legs.

Emily bit her lip as she hiked the blond girl up onto her hip, watching as Rylee plopped down on her butt in frustration when she couldn't walk over to her mother. "Oh sweetie." She quickly made her way over to the older twin and scooping her off the floor. "Its ok, darling. You'll get the hang of it, I promise."

The three Hotchner girls drove to their house in less than fifteen minutes, and Emily quickly brought her girls into the living room and set them into their playpen. "There you go, my babies." She spun on her heels only to fall onto her husband's sturdy chest that appeared before her. "Aaron! My God, you scared me."

The older man took his wife's wrist in his hand, squeezing as hard as he could without hurting her.

Emily's eyes widened as she tried to tug her arm out of the older man's grip. "What are you doing? Get off of me!"

Aaron tugged the woman over into the kitchen, throwing her arm down with such force that it smacked against the counter with a 'bang'.

Emily grimaced before taking her arm and holding it to her chest. "What the hell is the matter with you? What do you think you're doing?"

"You miss kissing him? Its an addiction to you?"

The brunette's eyes widened as she cradled her aching arm against her breasts. "Did you bug my phone?"

Aaron glared down to the brunette woman before him. "I don't really see how I'm in the wrong here."

"You don't see how you're in the wrong? You've got to be kidding me! You bugged my phone, Aaron! That's an invasion of my privacy!"

"You kissed another man!"

Emily felt her eyes water as she took a step forward. "Our marriage is shit, Aaron. I know that I'm not the only one feeling like this! Dave understands me and helped me find that light again. I found a solace in him; a haven."

"Oh screw that."

Emily grit her teeth as her finger shot out and pointed towards her husband. "No, screw you! Yes I kissed another man, and believe me when I say I felt guilty."

Aaron let out a laugh. "Felt. Past tense."

"Yeah Aaron, past tense. You are a complete asshole, and Dave isn't. You're turning into a drunk, and Dave isn't. You make me feel like I'm worth nothing! And you know who makes me feel like I'm worth more than anything this world can give me?"

The older man clenched his jaw. "Dave."

Emily let out a watery laugh as she shook her head. "You know what, sometimes it feels like Dave is really my husband, and not you." Her eyes darkened as she stepped forward. "I feel like he's really the father of my twins. Not you."

"Fuck you, Emily!"

"No! Fuck you!"