A/N: So I apologize for leaving this story this long. I had a few chapters ready that I though I had posted, but apparently I did not. So, I'm posting them all in a short amount of time to make up for it! Enjoy!

Once I got to the cabin I turned my phone off. I grabbed one of the small off-road carts, and drove around the property. I checked to see if everything was the same, and made a note of what I had to fix. After I had blown off some steam, I checked on the technology inside the house. I was putting off calling Jamie. I'm sure either Frank or Henry had called him and told him what was going on, but he needed to hear the full explanation from me. I made sure all the systems were running smoothly, and then just sat on the couch staring at my phone. Really this place was big enough to be a full house, but we always called it the cabin. My mother had left us this, and thankfully my father had never visited this place. Once I turned 18 and I inherited the rest of my mom's money, apparently her side of the family was rich but that never made sense to me, I made this place into a bunker. It was probably because I still had a heavy dose of paranoia back then, but it had come in handy more times than I could count.

I turned my phone back on, and waited. After five minutes of nothing happening, I looked at it. There were the six calls from Frank that I had felt vibrating on the way up here, and only one voicemail from Jamie. I was surprised. I dialed my voicemail, and listened.

"Hey babe, it's me. My dad just called. I'm sure you don't want to talk about it over the phone, so just let me know when you're back from your cabin and I'll come over. Just send me a quick text to let me know you're okay. Thanks," and that was it. I was surprised that there wasn't more, but I was also surprised by how well he knew me. He knew I had stuff to take care of here, and that I would only want to talk about this face to face. He was okay with that, and even willing to come to my place to let me talk this over. There was no fuss, he was just voicing his concern for me. I smiled. Was it really that simple?

I texted him back, "Heading back now. Julia's probably hanging out with Nate's kids. Can I come over to your place when I get back in the cities? Sam and Daren will be at mine."

I put everything in my bag, and waited for his response before I left. All I got was an, "It's unlocked." I smiled, put my helmet on, and took off.

The drive was calming. I hadn't felt this good in a long time. Hell, I wasn't sure I had felt this good sober ever.

It seemed like the drive took less time than I expected because I was pulling onto Jamie's street before I knew it. I parked, pulled off my helmet, and walked up the stairs. He only lived on the sixth floor, and I was back in shape. I opened his door, walked right up to him, and kissed him. He deepened this kiss, and I dropped my helmet.

"If we're going to continue this, we need to shut the door," he breathed into my ear.

I laughed, "No, I need to talk some first. I have to figure this out."

He groaned, and leaned his head on my shoulder, "You shouldn't start things you don't plan on finishing."

I chuckled, and moved to shut the door. He grabbed me before I could get to far. He kissed me again, and pulled away. I kicked the door shut, "To hell with talking." I kissed him again. He pushed me up against a wall. I looked down, "Someone's in a good mood today," I breathed.

He ran his hands up and down my arms, "You have no idea how much I love your muscles. But yes, yes I am."

We were lying on the floor, with the blanket from the couch wrapped around us. We were both panting heavily. "Where did you learn that move?"

I laughed, "A drug dealer in Jersey."

He snorted, "Did you two…?" He let me guess what he was referring to.

"Yes. I've told you, I have slept around. There are plenty of moves I've tried, and even more that I've heard of."

He just gulped, "You're going to kill me, you know that right?"

I laughed, and rolled halfway onto him. I laid my hand on his chest, and harrumphed, "Suck it up."

He snorted, "And there's my snarky Emily. I had wondered where you'd gotten to. Not that I'm complaining, but what brought this afternoon on. It is now almost dark you know." Whoops. I had gotten back into the cities around two.

My stomach rumbled and I chuckled, "Your message. It was exactly what I needed to hear. It was…it was just nice."

I looked at him and he smiled. "I'm going to say something, and I don't expect you to say anything in return. And once I say it, you're going to tell me what Pops did that got you so upset, and we can ignore what I say, but I just need to say it." I nodded. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, and for some reason I was okay with it. He continued, "I love you. And I don't expect you to say it back now, or even anytime in the near future. Hell, I halfway don't expect you to ever say it with everything you've been through. There are other ways of letting people you know you love them. But I just wanted you to hear it, because I'm not sure you've ever heard it that much at all. I know you heard it from your Joe, but I need you to hear it from me. I love you. I will be in your life however you want me for as long as possible. I just love you."

I kissed him to stop his rambling. It seemed incredibly cliché, but it was all I could think of. To make the cliché worse, I added, "I know." To really finish the clichés off, I added, "thank you."