Right where we left off…
Sean was about to pick her up off the wooden floor, when he heard someone banging on the door. He looked through the peephole, and his face paled when he saw an angry looking Emma.
The minute he'd unlocked it, Emma burst in. "Who the hell gave you the damn right to pick up my fricking daughters to your house!" she hollered as loudly as she could.
A frightened looking little girl stumbled down the hall. "Daddy, who are they?"
"This is daddy's old friend and your sisters," he explained.
"Ohh," exclaimed Lauren, "c'mon." She dragged Jade and Josie down the hallway.
"How dare you call me an old friend, you son of a whore!" Emma screamed. She only cussed when she was mad, and she was fuming!
"First of all, could you please watch your language and keep your voice down in front of my children?" Sean boomed. "Second of all, what was I supposed to say? Lauren this is daddy's old sex mate!"
"No, of course not," Emma said, much more softly than before. She was surprised that Sean, of all people, had just reprimanded her for cussing! "Do you have somewhere we can talk?"
Sean led her into the living room. It was quite nice actually. They had a nice white couch, with two matching chairs. A nice wooden coffee table, which held a crystal candy dish on top of it. They had a plasma television, a nice stereo system surrounding it. Below the TV there was a black cabinet, with sliding glass doors, revealing a dvd/vcr, a cable box, and many movies. The floors were made out of cherry wood, but had a nice white carpet lain out on top.
"Sean you didn't steal this stuff did you?" Emma asked in a soft voice.
"No, Emma, I'm not like that anymore," Sean answered, "but you'd no that if you hadn't have run away.
Emma looked ashamed. "I had no choice. I couldn't have an abortion, but I couldn't face every thing at home."
"You could have at least told me," Sean said.
"I know," replied Emma.
"Why didn't you?" he asked, sitting on the couch.
"I honestly don't know," said Emma sitting next to him. "I was going to tell you the minute I found out, but then I got scared. At first I was scared that you'd yell at me, say it was my entire fault, then abandon the baby and me. I was scared you'd spread it all over school that I was pregnant. I was just, scared."
"You didn't give me a chance to do any of that though, you just took off," Sean said, anger rising. "You hid the existence of my daughters from me for two years!"
"I know, I was wrong," Emma said in an ashamed voice. "I was going to call you when they were born, but I just got so scared again. When Josie was three, she asked me why she didn't have a daddy. I couldn't explain to her. I called you, actually, I did, but I guess you never got the message."
"Wait," Sean interrupted her, "so you were whom Ella was talking about? One day she just came to me, going ballistic. 'What's up with you having old girlfriends calling you? Are you not getting enough action?' She'd deleted the number by then, and she never did tell me who called."
"Oh," Emma said softly. "My mom came down for Christmas when they were four, she told me you were dating Paige. A year later I called her and she said you were engaged to Paige. I never thought it would last. When Spike told me you were married, I was just so, I was just, just."
"Just so what?" Sean asked. He wanted Emma to say she loved him, but why? He had Paige. He loved Paige. He was sure of it.
"It's nothing," Emma said, "never mind."
"Emma, you can tell," Sean said. "I won't laugh you know."
Emma looked up into Sean's eyes they were full sincerity. Her eyes suddenly filled with hurt. "You used to," she said, "you would laugh at me all the time."
"Emma that was years ago!" he exclaimed, slightly angry. "What can I do to convince you I've changed?"
"I was heartbroken, okay?" she said, her eyes shining with tears. Sean saw this and felt all his anger melt away. He just wanted to hold her. "I knew you didn't love me," she went on, "but now there was proof!"
Emma sobbed silently into her hands. Sean touched her arm, and she shivered slightly. "Are you cold?" he asked.
Emma picked her head up, wiped away her tears, and shook her head no. Then there was a moment. They were so close, they could each feel the other's breath. They looked into each other's eyes, both thinking the same things. They couldn't, they shouldn't. He was married! It was so wrong, and yet it felt so right. They were slowly moving close to each other, as if they couldn't stop it. After what seemed like an eternity, their quivering lips met.
The kiss was short and light, but sweet. They both felt a spark of electricity run through their body. When they pulled away they were smiling. At least, they were smiling until they saw Paige glaring at them, giving a look that could kill, and radiating more anger than anyone would think possible.