𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 - 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙮

What Do You Mean You Can't Find Them?

Emma's head was twirling around, she couldn't wrap her mind around one thought longer than a couple seconds, nor could she phrase what fell out of her mouth correctly. "Sure I get massages b-but that's only when...when he wants something." Her cheeks were flushed a pinkish color as she pointed towards Claire with an almost empty wine glass, audibly slurring her words. They had sat out in the front lawn for a couple of hours talking about the park and how it was going to be run. It was now dusk and the only light that was promising was the twinkling glow of fireflies, the low humming out crickets and frogs were the only sounds besides their own alcohol induced voices.

"Oh my," Claire whispered as she watched the pregnant woman stumble over her own words. "You must be a lightweight if you only had one glass of wine." She began rethinking her actions of giving her wine since she was with child, but she was aloud to have one glass of wine a day. But just one. Emma shrugged her shoulders a little before chuckling a bit while watching Roscoe chase after a toad nearby.

She just figured that Emma being with Owen she wouldn't be much of a lightweight since Owen was a tequila and beer every Friday kind of guy. Or at least that's how she remembered him, although he was somewhat older now than he was when he first started working in the park. Emma closed her eyes as she nodded her head, slowly humming as she admitted being slightly buzzed from the alcohol. The sensation felt great to her, almost soothing.

"I haven't drank in about 24 weeks Claire, because of this." Emma began rubbing her baby bump, her eyes still closed as she tried to feel for the baby. Claire watched her with a smile on her face, she didn't really want kids until the whole incident happened. She had spent most of her life pretending she was in control of every situation that she didn't stop and think if it wasn't a good idea to be in control all the time. Kids were the complete opposite of control and she felt as if she had pissed it away. Now she just got to watch her friends create families as she sat and watched on the sidelines. "God, I'm so jealous." Claire admitted as she gazed at the baby bump enviously.

It was never too late too adopt but, it just wasn't the same as having one. While Claire wanted the feeling of being pregnant Emma was getting sick of it. The constant bloating, having to go to the bathroom almost every twenty minutes, having to plan out the rest of her life right now and she was only twenty-six. It was hell.

Emma sighed, leaning back in her chair a little. "Don't be. She may be a blessing but, ...she is putting me through hell." She dryly laughed. Claire's face drew back into a sour, confused, scowl as she listened to Emma's sarcastic laughter. Did she not want the baby as much as Claire had thought she did? She was being quite odd lately. "Don't you...want it?" Claire hesitantly questioned, leaning forward in anticipation.

Emma's eyes fluttered open a little as she gazed out across the bay at the purple hues of the sky. She didn't know how to answer the question, of course she wanted it but, at the same time she didn't want it. It made her career one big hindered mess, it put more stress on her and Owen's relationship, and she knew that in the future she wasn't going to get enough Emma time as she wanted. But still is it worth the sacrifice to see a child of her own? Definitely. But the real question was if Owen still wanted it. "Sure but, is Owen really the type of guy I want to raise a child with?" Emma retorted with a soft smile, looking pleadingly over towards Claire as she rubbed her stomach once more.

Emma had no doubt that Owen was still somewhat immature even for his age, she didn't really know if he was ready to have a kid yet. He never talked to her that much anymore, nor did he even question about the baby which was a sure tell-tale sign of something bad. "I mean, he's not even with the raptors and...he's not even home yet." Emma sipped the last drops of her wine with ease before looking at Claire who's face was beguiled. The scouting mission. Claire had completely forgotten about it, she needed to check in with Hunter but, Emma was right. It was late and they were just out scouting. She smelled something fishy. "You're right, it is pretty late for a scouting mission." Claire looked towards her watch. 8:12. Where the hell were they?