Chapter 15

"Yes, thank you. We'll see you at 3:00," Emma said to the receptionist at the clinic after she had made an appointment for a DNA test for Punk and Jenna. At first there weren't any openings for another two weeks; Punk got on the phone and threw his employment with the WWE around and surprisingly, there just happened to be an opening this afternoon. And instead of the usual two week waiting period for test results, they would be able to get the results in three days.

"Are you coming with me to pick up Jenna?" Emma asked as she looked around for her car keys. It was a little after one o'clock now; she wanted to get to her mom's and to the clinic before the two older kids got home from school. She didn't want to have to explain to them why they were only taking Jenna with them; although Emma was sure that her oldest son knew something was wrong. Jack was a smart boy and could pick up on things easily.

"Somehow I don't think your mother will be too pleased to see me. So...yeah, I'll come with," Punk said with an evil smile. Emma sighed as she thought about how it seemed that Punk would go to great lengths just to irritate her mother. It had always been like, even before they were dating and were just friends. Punk would show up at her mother's house just to hang out and always acted like...well, a punk. It had gotten worse after they were married, There was just a lot of tension between her husband and her mother, and no matter what Emma did to try and ease the tension, nothing ever worked, so she just let it be and hoped that one day one would give up and start acting civil and offer a truce.

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"Daddy!" Jenna screamed from her grandmother's lap in the living room as she saw her mom, along with her dad, come inside the house. She leaped off of Evelyn's lap and took a running leap into Punk's arms. He caught the little girl and she threw her little arms around Punk's neck, holding him close.

Evelyn looked at her daughter, her face a mixture of shock, disgust and disappointment. "Emma, what are you doing here? I didn't think you were picking the children up until the weekend." Evelyn knew she had to at least acknowledge her son in law; she couldn't very well be rude; it wasn't lady like. "Hello, Phil," she said flatly.

"Evelyn. So nice to see you," Phil said sarcastically as he set Jenna down and followed Emma into the living room.

"What...what brings you two by?" Evelyn said cautiously. What she really meant was, 'Emma what are you doing with this asshole and how dare you bring him to my house?'

"We came to pick up Jenna; she has a doctor appointment this afternoon," Emma said quietly as she avoided her mother's eyes.

"Is that so..." Evelyn trailed off. She knew that this 'doctor appointment' was probably an appointment for paternity testing.

"Yeah. So we're gonna take Jenna now. Her appointment is at three," Punk said as he picked up the little girl and looked around her shoes.

"Emma. May I speak to you in the kitchen, please," Evelyn asked in a stern voice.

Emma nodded and followed her mother into the kitchen.

"Emma Sue...what the hell are you doing with him? And why on earth would you bring him here?" Evelyn asked as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her.

"He's my husband-"

"He hasn't been your husband for a long time, Emma Sue. What happened? What are you thinking?"

"We're trying to work things-"

"Haven't you put those children through enough lately? How could you even consider dropping the divorce proceedings? Do you have any idea of how your reckless behavior has affected the children?"

Emma was silent. She knew very well what her behavior over the last few months has done to the kids. She lived with that knowledge every day; she just didn't fully realize until this past weekend how horrible it had actually been for the kids. "You can't just decide one day that you want him back and that everything is going to be fine; it doesn't work that way."

"Mom-"

"No, Emma. I am talking. And you will listen. I spent the better part of my Sunday calming Jack down. He told me everything; he told me how he watched his mother and father scream at each other on the front lawn, while he mother practically had no clothes on. He told me how he watched his father beat the shit out of his supposed best friend. He told me how he listened to his father call his mother a whore. He watched a policeman put his father into handcuffs and haul him off to jail! Then, the child asked what his father meant when he said that Jenna needed a test to see if Phil was her father and that maybe he needed to get his sons tested as well."

"Mom-"

"Still not done talking, Emma. I know you made a mistake with that other man and now you're clinging to that punk because you don't want to lose him. You should have thought about that before you started sleeping around; honestly, Emma, what on earth were you thinking? I also know that you've been feeling neglected lately, I know you want to do more with you life than just be a housewife. But you have a very important job that you can't just abandon—you're a mother to three beautiful children. You need to stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about them. That's all," Evelyn stopped talking as she abruptly walked out of the kitchen, leaving Emma alone with her thoughts.

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The paternity testing at the clinic was relatively painless for both Jenna and Punk; they were done testing withing fifteen minutes and were now heading back to Evelyn's. "But, mommy, I don't want to go back to Grandma's. I want to stay here with you and daddy," Jenna pouted from the backseat.

"Jenna, we talked about this. Mommy and daddy are trying to work things out; we have a lot to talk about and we need you to stay at Grandma's house for a couple of more days. Mommy will come pick you up on Friday night and then we'll be together again," Emma said carefully.

"Yeah, kiddo, besides, Jack and Josh would miss you if you're not there," Punk said from the front seat. "What would they do without their little sister? They wouldn't be able to watch Toy Story without you; they'd miss you too much."

After a few more minutes of arguing back and forth, Jenna was finally convinced that she would stay at her grandmother's house while her parents went home and continued to work on their problems. They pulled into Evelyn's driveway just as the school bus was dropping off Jack.

Jack saw his mom pull into the driveway and take Jenna out of the backseat. Then he looked on in shock as he saw his dad get out of the passenger seat. What was dad doing here? Jack thought he would have still been in jail. Poor Jack had a rough day at school; he was finding it hard to concentrate on his school work when all he could think of what was he saw late, late Saturday night. How could his dad say such awful things to his mom? Grandma Evelyn said it was just because that dad was an asshole and had a hard time controlling his mouth when he was upset. "Hi, mom," the little boy said quietly, ignoring his father. He hugged his mom and took his little sister by the hand and started to lead her inside, but Punk stopped him.

"Jack, aren't you going to say hello to your old dad?" Punk said as he watched his son stop in his tracks and turn around to glare at his dad.

"No," was all the boy said before he opened the door and walked inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Well. That went well," Punk muttered to himself. "Told you he was mad at me," he said as he turned to Emma.

"I'm sorry, Punk. This is all my fault..." Emma said quietly as she looked down at the ground.

"You know, Em, normally I would disagree with you, but this time, I have to agree with you. If you just would have kept your legs closed-"

"Oh, hell no. Do not start with me Phil. We have been getting along for the past day or so and now you want to start?" Emma said as she started to raise her voice and glare at her husband.

"I'm just saying that if you would have kept your legs closed and not have slept with my best friend, we wouldn't be in this mess," Punk said as he started to raise his voice as well.

"I can't believe you," she said softly before she turned away from him and started to get in the car.

Punk walked around to the other side of the car, getting in the passenger seat as he said, "Yeah, well, I can't believe you either some days," he muttered as she started the car and backed out of the driveway.

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Scott nervously paced back and forth in his apartment. Beth had left a while ago, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He couldn't believe how much shit had happened in just the last few days. He knew that eventually one day his and Emma's secret would come out, but he never expected it to happen like this. He tried to think back to when it all started; but he couldn't remember a time when he didn't really love Emma. She was the one thing in the world that he couldn't have; his buddy Punk had already put a claim on her a long time ago. Scott sat down on the couch with his head in his hands as he thought about the nasty message he had sent her this morning. He knew that it wasn't enough that Punk knew about them sleeping together; he had to threaten her with the other secret she had been holding back from her husband. As much as it sickened him to do it, a small smile came upon his face when he thought about the promise Emma had made him...

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"Emma...Emma...Shit..." Scott moaned into her neck as he finally got his release and she wrapped her long legs around his waist as he groaned in her ear. After a minute or so of heavy breathing and breathless whispers, he finally moved away from her. As soon as he caught his breath, he pulled her close and started kissing gently on her neck, whispering sweet words into her ear. He could tell that she was tensing up, wanting him to move away from her and to let her have some space. She was always like this after they got done fucking; he wanted more than she was willing to give afterward.

"Hey, why you always gotta try to run away from me when we're done," he murmured into her ear.

"Because this is wrong, Scott. I know it's wrong, you know it's wrong-"

"But yet, you still keep coming back, baby," Scott chuckled. "Emma, it's been almost two years since we started dong this, why is it so hard for you to admit that not only do you like me, you probably even love me. We have freaking kid together-"

"Yeah, and I'm married," she said bluntly.

"You don't seem too concerned about your marriage right now, baby. Admit it to me, Em. I heard you tell me before, I want to hear you say it again," he growled in her ear, causing her to involuntarily shiver when his hot breath hit her ear. "Tell me again. I want to hear you say it..."

Emma tried to move away from Scott, and almost succeeded in getting out of the bed; but Scott was too fast and caught her, he threw her back down on the bed and climbed on top of her, pinning her small wrists in his big hands above her head. "Tell me..."

Emma shook her head as Scott chuckled. "Damn woman...you told me once before, why won't you tell me again."

"Because it's not right," she whispered.

"I know it's not right, but it feels so fucking good...please, Emma, tell me again..." he whispered as he started nibbling on her neck, making sure to get all the right spots. "Tell me what you're going to do one day..."

She finally gave in and told him what he wanted to hear. "I'm going to leave Punk..." she whispered as she closed her eyes in pleasure as Scott started nibbling on her ear lobe.

"What are you going to do after you leave him..."

"Be with you..." she whispered as he loosened his grip on her wrists so she could run his fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her neck.

"Why do you want to be with me..."

"Because..." she stopped; she couldn't keep doing this, it wasn't right.

"Tell me..." he murmured as his hands started to wander down to her stomach.

"Because we're supposed to be together."

"Why is that, baby?" he asked as he fingers started wandering below her waist, moving at a horribly slow pace, teasing her.

"He's not good enough for me. I deserve better..." she whimpered as her breath caught as his fingers started running over her bundle of nerves very slowly, driving her insane.

"Who do you deserve?"

She let out a soft moan as he slipped two fingers inside of her. "You..." she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Love me?" he mumbled as he bent his head down to take one of her perky nipples into his mouth; he teased it slowly with his tongue before he bit gently, causing her to let out a squeak of pleasure.

"Yes..."

"I want to hear you say it, baby..."

"I love you, Scott..." she whispered before his mouth crashed down on hers and they began round two.