Chapter 4-
The next morning Emerson found herself standing at the door of Steve's apartment. She dropped Liam off at school and the next thing she knew, she was at Steve's, trying to get the nerve to knock. The night before he gave her the best most passionate kiss she ever had. The kiss sent tingles down to every part of her body. The only problem with the kiss was Steve left before they could talk about the kiss. Once the two pulled away from the kiss, Emerson snuggled into his side and the two watch the last Harry Potter movie without saying a word to each other. Neither knew what to say to each other, but not saying anything was making Emerson go crazy. The only thing they said to each other was good night and even that was hard to roll off her tongue.
Finally bringing up all her courage, it might have not been much, she knocked on the door. Wishing, hoping, that he was home.
"Emerson? What are you doing here?" Steve asked as he opened the door. He was dressed in khaki pants and a plaid shirt. Something that Emerson had tried to get him out of wearing. She even took him shopping to get updated clothing, but he still liked to wear khakis and plaid.
Taking a deep breath and putting on her serious face. Emerson spoke, surprised that she could, "We need to talk about that kiss."
Steve's eyes widen and looked behind him quickly. "Uh I'm kinda busy at the moment."
"What do you mean your busy?" Emerson asked confused and getting angrier by the minute. "Steve really we need to talk about this."
"I know and I want to but uh I have to go to catch a bad guy." Steve said looking around the halls, he finally let her into the apartment.
Walking in she set her purse down on his counter top, not realizing the other male, who was dressed in a dark suit, standing in Steve's apartment. "What do you mean you have to go catch a bad guy?"
"Its really hard to explain, but, uh, Captain America is needed." Steve said in a hush tone.
"You told her?" The man asked, stepping closer to the two. "She's not authorized to know."
Turning towards the agent standing in his living room. "If it makes you fell better, she figured it out all on her own. And I don't give a damn if she isn't authorized to know. She's important to me so in my eyes she is authorized, is that clear Agent Coulson?"
Gasping softly to herself, Emerson whispered. "So he does swear."
Looking back at the blonde with a slight smile on his face, ignoring the agent standing behind him. "Be quiet. But yes I have to go out of the country. I'll call you when I can."
"You better." She said walking over to him to give him a hug. Wrapping her little arms around his neck she rested her head on his chest. "Don't beat up the guy too much."
Smiling he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight. "I'll try not too. I'll call you when we get there."
"I hate that I can't get mad at you for this." She said looking up at him. "I'll miss you."
"I'll be back before you know it and you can go back to hating me." He said kissing her forehead. "I'll miss you too."
Releasing him from her hug, she looked over at Coulson. "If he even gets a scratch on him, I'm coming for you."
Coulson nodded his head and said, "He'll be fine Ms?"
"Emerson Rhodes."
"Ms. Rhodes, he will be fine." Turning towards Steve, and making his face even more serious then it was when Emerson first got there. "We need to go."
"Okay." Grabbing his black S.H.I.E.L.D duffle bag off the counter, Steve turned back towards Emerson. "I'll see you later."
"See you later." Emerson said pulling him into another hug. "We'll talk when you get home, don't worry about it. Just save the world, or whatever."
Hugging her as tight as he could without hurting her. "I'm going to worry about it. I told you I was horrible at talking to women. And if it helps that was an amazing kiss."
Nodding her head on his chest hiding the smile that was growing on her face. "It does."
"Alright I have to go. Save me a cupcake from the wedding you have this weekend, if I'm not back yet." Steve said before letting her go. Running his hand down her arm he brushed his finger tips with her own.
Emerson made it back to the bakery to find her sister sitting at one of the tables with a piece of devil's chocolate cake in front of her. As this was something her sister did normally, Emerson smiled softly walking over to the white table.
Sitting down, stealing a bite of the cake as she did so. "God I really know how to bake." Emerson said watching her sister Jenson lift her head. Seeing the tear tracks down her sister's cheeks, turned Emerson into protective sister mode. Even though Emerson was 2 years younger then her sister, the two were very close always telling each other everything that was going on each others lives. "What's wrong? Who do I need to kill?"
"I can't get pregnant and Tucker is leaving me." Jenson sobbed out, looking at her sister with their matching green eyes. Only this time one pair was full of tears.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Emerson replied . "No I don't believe Tucker is leaving you just because you can't get pregnant."
"Well you better believe it." She said bitterly taking, more like stabbing, a piece of the cake. "He sent divorce papers."
Reaching over she grabbed her sisters hand. "Jen I am so sorry. Lets go up to my apartment, I'll grab some left over cookie dough in the fridge and we will put on The Notebook. Talk or not talk. Whatever you want to do."
Nodding her head. "Thank you Emmy."
The two sisters walked up to Emerson's apartment arms linked. One was sniffling. the other was saying words of encouragement. Unlocking the door, the sisters walk into the apartment. Jenson went straight towards the wine bottle that was sitting on the counter.
Looking at the bottle she saw a note written on it. "Em, I'm sorry that I had to leave on such short notice. I promise I will call you when I get a free moment. Steve." Looking at her sister. "Who's Steve?"
"Uh just a guy." Emerson pulling down the wine glasses, forgetting she hadn't mentioned Steve to either her sister or her parents. Pouring the wine into the glass, she could feel her sister's eyes on her. "Okay he's more then just a guy."
Nodding her head. She poured the wine in the glasses, filling her own to the top of the brim. "Well he better be more then just a guy. He's leaving you wine bottles with notes on them." Taking a sip of the bubbly white wine. "Really good wine. Keep him around."
"We don't need to talk about Steve." Emerson said grabbing the cookie dough she promised out of the fridge. "Today is about you forgetting about your idiot soon to be ex husband."
Shaking her head, she sat down on the couch. "Exactly. Which is why you are going to tell me everything about this Steve. Has he met Liam?"
"Yes he's met Liam. Liam loves him." Emerson said with a smile on his face.
"So are you two together?" Jenson asked taking a bite of the cookie dough. "My god Emmy, you should just sell the dough."
Smiling, taking a bite of the dough. "No Steve and I aren't together. But we did kiss last night."
"And?"
"It was the best kiss of my life." Emerson taking a sip of her wine. "He was so gentle but it was so passionate. There were parts of my body that tingled, that I didn't know could tingle. I had never been kissed like that before in my whole life."
"Wow. Do you have a picture of him? I need to know what this man looks like." Jenson asked smiling. "I mean he can make body part tingle, he has to be good looking."
Nodding she went to go grab the photo of her and Steve off the mantel. It was the only photo she had of Steve. Remembering the memory of the day they took the photo was when the two were waiting for Liam to get out of school. Steve was googling things he knew he needed to learn off the list Emerson had made him, and asked the simple question to her what a selfie was. And the best way to explain a selfie, is to take a selfie. "Here you go."
Taking the photo, she stared at the photo for a good 5 minutes without saying anything. "Holy fuck Emerson, he is so hot. Where did you find this guy?"
"In Central Park." Emerson said smiling as she took the photo back. "Liam threw a baseball at his head."
Watching her sister, Jenson noticed that she looked a lot happier then she did in months. Emerson had put her love life behind her after she had Liam. But now it looked like she was finally getting in the game. Emerson had never been a depressed person, even after everything that happened to her when she found out she was pregnant with Liam at the age of 18. Dropping out of college and starting her job at Scoops to make sure she could support her son without depending on their parents. "You look happy."
Sitting back down, tucking her feet under her. "I am happy. Happier then I've been in months. Right now everything is going the way I wanted it to happen." Watching her sister get up to look at the other photos on the mantle, one in particular, her wedding photo. "What about adoption?"
Shaking her head. "No adoption. He won't even consider it."
"Why?" Emerson said walking over to her sister.
Running her finger through her long blonde hair. "Doesn't want to raise someone else's baby. Because apparently sharing the same blood and DNA is the only respectful way to have a family." Jensen looked over at Emerson's phone that was vibrating so much it was ready to fall off the table. Which was a great distraction. "Your phone looks possessed. You should probably answer it before the demon attaches itself to you."
"You've been watching way too much Supernatural." Answering her phone without looking who was calling. "Hello?"
"Hey I told you I would call you when I had a chance." Steve said on the other side of the line, making Emerson's face shine bright.
"Hang on a second." Emerson said looking at her sister. "I'm going to take this in my room. Continue eating your weight in the cookie dough and enjoy watching a shirtless Ryan Gosling." Walking towards her room, she put all her attention to her phone conversation. "I didn't think it would be this fast."
"Who were you talking too?"
"My sister. She's going threw a tough time right now." Emerson said sitting on the bed. "How's wherever you are?"
"Good. It's familiar, but still different at the same time. So much more technology and other things that I'm not allowed to disclose to a civilian. They are doing some face thing." Steve said with laughter in his voice.
Smiling softly. "Clearly you know exactly what they are doing."
"Obviously. What happened to your sister?"
"Uh she's getting divorced."
"What? Why?"
"Cause she can't have children and her husband decided that she wasn't good enough for him anymore. He won't even consider adoption." Emerson said falling on the bed.
"Well tell her I'm sorry and that I can beat him up for her if he needs one."
Gasping softly. "Is Mr. America really saying he'll beat up a guy for a women?"
"Only if he deserves it. Just a few slaps he won't even know what hit him." Steve said with little humor in his voice. "I am a super soldier, my slaps equal a regular man's punch."
"I'll let her know. You dork." She said with a light laugh. Hearing a commanding voice in the background, saying 'Cap your up.' Her laugh turned into a sigh. "You have to go don't you?"
"I do. Bye Em. I'll call you when I can."
"Bye Steve." Hanging up the phone, she threw it on her bed and walked back out the the living room to find her sister fast asleep holding the bowl of cookie dough. Gently taking the bowl out of her arms, she draped a blanket over her. Sitting down on the black love seat, she turned towards the TV and tried not to think about Steve. Which was a lot easier said, then done.
