Let me in. (Robert Downey Jr Fanfic) Complete

46. Family

*Roberts' POV*

"Hey, babe? Do you know where I left my phone?!" I yelled while turning the living room upside down searching for it.

"Yeah! You left it in the bathroom!" Emilia yelled back from up the stairs.

"Thanks!"

"You're getting old, old man!" She teased. She knows I don't like being called an old man. I started running out of the living room, down the hallway and up the stairs. I can hear her running away from me, laughing. I caught a glimpse of her running into our bedroom when I reached the top of the stairs. I busted through the door and saw Emilia looking in shock by my aggressiveness but she started laughing when I ran towards her. I ducked, grabbing her thighs and lifting her up with her stomach on my shoulder.

"ROBERT PUT ME DOWN!" She yelled in a stern voice but she wasn't able to hide her laughter. I spun her around and threw her on the bed, quickly crawling on top of her so she couldn't run away.

"How many time do I have to tell you?" I said while smirking and catching my breath.

"Tell me what?" She asked innocently. I leaned in closer so I could whisper teasingly in her ear.

"Not to call me an old man." I groaned with my lips caressing her ear. She gasped in fake surprise and giggled.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I completely forgot." She said sarcastically. This woman drives me insane. I turned my head to face her and stared into her beautiful blue eyes. I leaned in closer till our lips were only millimeters apart. I stayed there for a few seconds, surely driving her crazy in anticipation but I quickly pulled back and crawled off of her, walking out of the bedroom.

"What was that?!" She yelled while running behind me.

"That's what you get for calling me old, honey." I said.

"You're such a tease!"

"Look who's talking." I chuckled. I quickly turned around, she didn't expect my sudden action and bumped into me. I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me, resting my forehead against hers.

"As much as I would love to make love to you right now. I sadly can't. I'm already late because of this morning's gymnastics." I said seductively. She sighed and giggled, putting her arms around my neck.

"I know. It was worth a try thought." She laughed. I cupped her face and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. After a minute I let her go and started making my way down the stairs.

"I'll be home by seven." I said.

"Ok baby! Have fun at work today!" She yelled. I just opened the front door when I heard Emilia running up to me.

"Hey!" She yelled.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She stuck out her hand and I saw she was holding my phone. I can't believe I was about to leave without it. She's such a distraction.

"Told you were getting old." She teased. I have her a glare, trying not to show her a smile. She placed a lingering kiss on my lips.

"I love you." She whispered, pulling back. A big smile formed on my face. How I love to hear her say those words to me.

"I love you too." I sweetly said back and left. I love her so incredibly much.

*Emilia's POV*

After Robert left I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and breakfast. After I finished my breakfast I walked into the study and sat behind the desk. My eyes locked at a picture that was standing on the desk. I grabbed it at stared at it for a while.

"I miss you so much, Sophie." I whispered while caressing the picture with my fingertips. It was a picture of the two of us on the beach, hugging each other.

It's been six months since she passed away. The pain is still there, very much but Robert really helps. He makes me smile and feel loved. He's been right beside me, supporting me, taking care of me. Never leaving my side. After two months I forced him to go back to work but he told me that he'd go back after another month. I'm grateful that he promised me that because I wasn't ready to be left alone back then. The first three months were horrible. The grief never seemed to end and I felt miserable and depressed. But I slowly started to get better and it's all thanks to Robert. He really tried everything he could to make me smile and he succeeded. Then I remembered how much I loved to smile and how much Sophie loved to see me smile so I started trying to think more positive in life.

Here I am, six months after she passed. Smiling genuine and being able to show Robert how much I love him and how grateful I am for him. I turned down the acting job at Rich Pictures because I wasn't ready for it yet. I did however enroll into college. In the University of California, Los Angeles School of Law. That's right. I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer. After everything that has happened in my life, I want to be the person who brings justice to innocent people and families. Like a lawyer did for me when she placed Veronica in prison, making sure that she got a life sentence and that there were no means for her in that prison to escape like she did last time. I grin at the thought when I imagine her rotting away in her cell. Death would've been to kind for her.

I still visit Sophie every other week. Placing fresh flowers at her grave and telling her about everything that's happening in my life. Telling her how much I miss and love her. Recalling memories of us, telling them like I'm telling a story. I also visited my family's grave a month ago in Boston. I sat there for hours talking about everything that happened to me since they passed. I've visited them before when I lived in New York but I never really spoke to them. I decided that it was time that I let the people I care about in. Be honest and open with them. I know that they would've been proud of me after everything that I have accomplished after falling down numerous times.

Sarah Ann Knight. My mother. She was a typical mom and the best cook ever. She and my dad tucked me in every night, kissing my forehead and wishing me a good night sleep. She was a very energetic person. She was the one who brought unity and structure to the family. Making sure that we did lots of stuff together. Taking care of us, worrying like crazy if we had a little scratch from playing that was barely visible. I was able to talk to her about everything. About a cute boy in my class or if I got into a fight with my brother. We could talk for hours about the silliest things. She really understood me and the way I feel about things since I was kind of a loner. She never needed to raise her voice at me because I loved and respected her so much that I was always willing to do everything she asked of me. Probably because I didn't reach puberty back then.

Francis Luke Knight. My father. The typical over protective father. I was his little princess and he was my king. Even at the age of twelve he would force me to ride piggy back rides with him. He tried desperately to do my hair from time to time but he always failed. He wasn't even able to do one decent pony tail. He read me bedtime stories when I was little and gladly helped me with my homework. Most of the time he did all of the work for me without him realizing it. We would walk in the park for hours. He was always giving me lectures about my future and work, school but mostly boys. I would always zoom out and nod at him from time to time but I loved him for it.

Lucas Kyle Knight. My big brother. Older by three years. He was always so annoying! We would fight all the time about that we wanted to watch a different program on the television or who had to do the dishes and countless of other stuff. Nevertheless, I loved him to pieces. Yes we would fight a lot but whenever he saw me cry he would hold me and reassure me. When someone was bullying me, he would step in front of me and kick the bully's ass and carry me back home even though I was fine. He would always take me out for ice cream for my birthday and buy me a plastic flower. I collected them in my room. Every year he would buy another kind of flower and in a different color. I loved them. I wish I still had them but they were destroyed in the fire. He would wake me up in the middle of the night and we would snuck into the living room to watch a late night movie. I fell asleep almost every time and when I woke up, I was always tucked in my bed. He was an amazing brother.

I had an amazing family. Mom, dad, Lucas and Sophie. They were the best family I could've ever wished for.