"I got them through the women's clinic."
"Okay, tell him that, then. Do either of you take anything else?"
"Nope," Sam answered for them both. "Aside from the obvious, we're healthy enough."
"Now for the list of bad words. Think George Carlin, kind of. Obviously not the F-word. If you say the C-word in front of Molly, prepare to be decapitated."
"Which C-word?" Emma asked.
"Rhymes with hunt," Raleigh told her, blushing slightly.
"Ugh, I've never said that in my life. Not starting now," Emma said.
"Me either. Safe from that one," Sam agreed.
"She's lenient with shit and ass, but not frequently. The list is posted on your dresser mirror. You either pay up, if you get any allowance, or you do extra chores. Depending on the severity of the offense depends on what you do. She explained about chores?"
"Yeah. Good system," Sam replied.
"Molly's innovation. It works well. Just about anything that runs smoothly is due to her. She's amazing. Sorry, I'm sickening, aren't I? I'm head over heels in love with my wife."
"I hope one day a man has that expression in his eyes when he talks about me," Emma sighed. "Your whole face lights up." She blinked back tears, turning away.
Sam wanted to tell her he always felt that way about her, but didn't know if he ever looked like that, or ever would. He loved her deeply, cherished her, wanted to protect her.
"One day, maybe you'll see that in my face," he murmured. "Cause I'm crazy about you, Em."
Raleigh stepped back, giving them some space. Emma whirled around, clinging to Sam, nearly choking him. She hugged him so hard, he could hardly breathe. He held her, burying his face in her hair as she wept, her whole body shaking.
Looking somewhat embarrassed, Raleigh walked outside. He didn't leave them completely alone, but he gave them some much needed privacy. Sam held Emma while she cried, kissing her forehead, nose and cheeks.
Desperate to calm her, he sang their song to her. He called it their song because it was playing the first time they made love. Awkwardly, hesitantly. It was Sam's first time, but Emma showed him how. He was bumbling and didn't last long, but because he loved her, it was wonderful. To them, it was like her first time too, because they were together, even though her father had been abusing her for almost six years. His voice shook with the tears he too wanted to shed, but he still managed to carry the tune fairly well.
"I love that song," Emma sniffled.
"It's always been you and me against the world, baby. It always will be." He kissed her forehead.
Raleigh slowly leaned around the door. "Sorry to interrupt, but it's dinner time and Molly will skin me if you're late."
"Let me wash my face," Emma sniffed, wiping her nose on her hand. She walked into her bathroom and wet a washcloth with cold water, holding it over her eyes. "I can't seem to stop crying today. Must be hormonal," she giggled rather hysterically.
The men exchanged a pained look, shrugging when her face was covered.
"I heard that," she remarked, her voice muffled.
"Heard what? We didn't say a word," Sam protested.
"I heard that male shrug that means you don't want to think about it. It's a perfectly normal, natural thing. Why can't you guys get over it?"
"Cause to us it's totally unnatural," Sam explained. "Not to mention inconvenient."
"Look at it this way, Mr. Inconvenient," she said hotly. "At least I'm not pregnant!"
She stormed past him, running down the stairs. Sam wanted to follow her, but Raleigh grabbed his arm.
"You walked right into that one, Sam. Give her a moment to calm down. The last day has brought a lot of changes that she's gonna take time to get used to."
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