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Punk stopped pacing and sat down on the couch next to Emma. "Emmy, tell me. When did you first sleep with Scott?" he asked softly as he looked down at the floor. He had a funny feeling he knew when it was; and it was going to hurt a whole lot if he was right.
"Punk...I...I..." she stuttered before she started crying again.
"Emmy, pull yourself together. If you want any chance of us getting past this, I need to know exactly what happened with you and Scott.; no matter how much it's going to hurt to say it. I need to know. Keep talking."
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"Emmy, I'm sorry, but there isn't much I can do. There isn't another flight to Chicago until tomorrow morning. I'm sorry, baby. You know I wish I could be there," Punk said. He was trying to reason with his sobbing wife. He had just found out that his late afternoon flight from Tampa to Chicago was going to be delayed until the next morning because of an upcoming storm. Today was their fourth wedding anniversary and he had promised, he had swore up and down, that he would be home to celebrate with her. This was the first time he was going to have to break a promise.
"I know you can't control the weather, but it's just that I miss you so much. It feels like I haven't seen you for weeks. I miss you, the boys miss you..."
"I know, baby. I miss the boys a lot too. But I especially miss you and how nice and warm you are at night."
"I even went and bought a new dress for tonight..." she trailed off.
Suddenly his interest was peaked. "What color is it," he asked softly as he tried to keep his voice down in the crowded airport terminal. No one else needed to know what his wife was wearing. She was his. He was hers. That's the way it had always been and always would be.
"Red..." she whispered back.
"Is it short?"
"Uh huh. And tight."
"Just how I like it. Shit, I wish I was there with you right now. I'd say screw our dinner plans and I'd just throw you on the kitchen floor and fuck you until you scream my name."
"Mmmm...that's what I wanted to hear. I love you, Punk. I miss you..."
"Love you too baby, and I miss you more than you can even imagine." After a few more minutes of conversation and more dirty whispering they ended the call and Emma was left all alone in the kitchen. She had been planning this anniversary date for weeks now; and of course his job and its brutal travel schedule had to ruin everything.
She sighed and looked around the kitchen. She might as well do some housekeeping since she had the house to herself for the night. The boys had gone to stay with her sister for the weekend; giving her and Punk a much needed weekend alone. They had been unsuccessfully trying for another baby the last few months. Her husband had this crazy idea in his head that they needed more children; specifically a little girl. At this time Jack was almost five and Josh had just turned two and according to Punk it as the perfect time to try for a girl. She agreed, it's not like she had much else going on with her life; she was almost 24 and spent her days and nights at home with the boys while Punk lived his dream.
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"I can't believe this, Emma. I know exactly which weekend you are talking about. How could...You know what? Never mind. Keep talking," Punk said as he kept his eyes down at the floor. He couldn't bear to look at her while she told him the story of their marriage's demise. It would hurt too much.
"Are you sure you want to hear the rest, Phil? You already know what happened at-"
"I need to know. Keep talking."
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There was a knock at the back door while Emma was washing dishes. She sighed, dried her hands off and went to see who it was; a smirk broke out on her face when she saw who it was. Scott. Since their first kiss a few months ago, he had been coming around a lot more when Punk was out on the road. They hadn't slept together yet, they were cautious to not go too far with each other. But there was just something about her that he had to have; and he intended to get it from her tonight. "Hey," she said softly as she opened the door for him, and looked around to make sure none of the neighbors saw her husband's best friend sneaking in the back door.
"Hey," he said quietly as he waited for her to close the door. "Punk make it back yet?"
"No. Flight's delayed; won't be home until tomorrow afternoon..." she trailed off as she watched Scott lick his bottom lip and move closer to her. Pulling the shade down on the back door, he pushed her against it and crashed his mouth down on hers. Her hands went to the small of his back, pulling him closer to her. "Want me..." he asked as he breathed in her ear. The tingly feeling she felt with him so close only allowed her to nod. "Where?" he asked as his lips traveled from her ear, down her neck, to her sternum and stopped at the top of her breasts. He looked up at her. "Where..." he asked again.
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"Stop," Punk said with his head in his hands. "Two things. Please don't tell me that you two did it in our bed..."
Emma swallowed a sob and nodded. "Damn it. Emma. All right," he said in a strained voice. "Our anniversary?" Emma nodded. "Fuck," was all he said before the two sat in silence for a few minutes. "Keep talking."
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Emma had intended to lead Scott to the couch, but he had other ideas. He took her hand and led her upstairs and down the hall to her bedroom. He closed the door behind him and tried to ignore the feelings of guilt he was feeling right now being in his best friend's wife in his bedroom. Eventually his feelings of lust won out and he picked her up by the waist and she wrapped her long legs around his middle. Very slowly he laid her down on the bed and started to undress her. First her tank top went and he smothered the exposed skin with kisses and light bites while she purred in content, running her ringers through his hair. Her light blue lacy bra was the next to go; he marveled in awe at the sight of her amazing breasts. Large enough to drive a man insane, small enough to be perfect; still high and firm even after two kids. He moved his mouth down her body and took his time as he took one already erect nipple in his mouth and sucked lightly. Emma let out a soft moan at the sensation he was giving her right now. He let go and smiled at her before leaning down and capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss.
The rest of Emma's clothes were quickly discarded and she laid underneath him, completely vulnerable and waiting for him. Scott quickly undressed and laid down as he pulled her on top of him. "Sure you want to do this?" he whispered as one hand rubbed the tattoo on her right hip and the other one reached up to push her dark hair out of her eyes. She nodded as she repositioned herself to take all of him in; she let out a groan of pleasure the same time he mumbled, "Shit, woman..."
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"I don't know if I can hear the rest of this. I'm assuming you two didn't use a condom?" Phil whispered.
"No," Emma whispered back.
"Why Scott? Why my best friend?"
"Punk, I'm sorry-"
"Enough. I'm tired of hearing how sorry you are; if you were really sorry and if you had felt really bad about it, you wouldn't have done it in the first place!" he said as he finally started talking in a voice above a whisper. "When did you find out you were pregnant?" he demanded.
"Why are we doing this? Why do you want to hear this? I feel horrible about it."
"And you should. You slept with my best friend. You two created a baby together. And then you lied to me about me being Jenna's dad. Damn it, Emma. I was so excited to find out that we were having another baby together; and then, then I was over the fucking moon to find out that we were having a girl. I need to hear it, I need to understand why. When did you stop loving me?"
Emma had no response. She didn't know what to tell him; she never stopped loving him, she always loved him, she just gave into lust at the most lonely point in her life. "I'm so sorry..." she whispered as she tried to move closer to him on the couch. She was shocked when he didn't move away from her, but instead put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.
"I know. Tell me what happened when you found out you were pregnant."
"Punk, I don't want to talk about this anymore..."
"Too bad, Em. I need to hear it."
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Emma stood in the bathroom, while the boys were laid down for their afternoon nap. She hadn't been feeling well lately, mostly tired and worn out, and noticed that her period hadn't show up like it was supposed to. Taking a deep breath, she looked down at the pregnancy test she had taken three minutes ago and let out a groan. She was pregnant. Most of her was excited because her and Punk were going to be adding another baby to the family; the other part was terrified that the baby wasn't Punk's. After being delayed at the airport on their wedding anniversary, he eventually made it home the next afternoon. He acted completely out of character and brought home flowers and a very special present for her. Instead of pulling up to the house in a cab, he pulled into the driveway with a brand new black Grand Am; a car she had been whining for him to buy her for several months now. Emma gave her husband a special 'welcome home, happy anniversary, thank you' present upstairs in their bedroom. Emma was certain that that was day she had conceived; but she had a nagging feeling that it may have been the night before when Scott had come over. Things had heated up so quickly, that they forgot protection until it was too late.
Emma felt her perfect little world crumbling around her. Punk was supposed to be home late tonight; she would tell him them. But before that, she should probably call Scott...
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"Are you sure?" Scott asked nervously as he paced around his small apartment. Emma had just called with some disturbing news—she was pregnant and there was a small chance that it was his and not Punk's.
"Yes, I'm sure. I took three fucking tests."
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you mean 'what do I want to do'? I'm married, there's no reason for my husband to think that this isn't his. Are you dense, Scott? Did you really think I'm going to say, 'Hey honey, we're pregnant, but just in case the baby comes out Jewish, I should probably tell you that I've been banging your best friend while you're on the road'! Are you stupid?" Emma was failing at keeping her voice down. She was pissed that Scott could act so dumb sometimes.
"Shit. Calm down, woman. Do we have to wait until the baby's born to get it tested?"
"I think so. How the hell am I going to hide that test from Punk?"
"No idea. We'll figure it out though."
"We should have never done this in the first place and then we wouldn't be in this mess."
"I know. But ya gotta admit, Em. How can something that felt so fucking good be so wrong?" he asked with a grin.
"You disgust me," was all she said before she hung up on him and went to get ready to pick Punk up at the airport.
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"Did you keep sleeping with him after you found out you were pregnant?"
She nodded. "Yes."
Punk abruptly moved away from her and jumped off the couch. "Where are you going?" she asked in a small voice.
"I need to get out of here for a few minutes. I'm going for a run. I suggest you be here when I get back,. We're not done here yet. We have to figure out what the fuck we're going to do. I might be a damn idiot, but I love you. I don't want to throw away ten years together. Think about that while I'm gone." he said as he walked out the front door, leaving her to be alone with her guilty conscience. From her purse, she heard her cell phone start ringing. She got off the couch and went to see who it was; she let out a scream of frustration when she saw that it was Scott. She had had enough of him; in a fit of rage, she threw her phone across the room and watched it shatter against the wall; then she slumped down to her knees and cried. She had been holding all of this in for three years; it was time to let it all out.