What He Left (Hannily)

17: Intensity

Hanna's POV

Emily and I have been doing amazing these last few weeks.
My job at the Brew has been going swimmingly, and I really like Ezra. He's easy and fun to joke around with, and he's a very generous person. He's one of those guys that you feel close to within the first couple interactions. He makes you feel like a friend just by the way he says hello.
Plus, I'm getting money. Get to help my girl. And my girl's babies. Well, my babies. I haven't gotten used to saying that yet, but I'm getting there.
Speaking of the twins, the nursery is almost finished, all that needs to be done is painting the walls.
Emily decided on a whole different idea for the color; maroon red with dark gray furniture. The wooden letters that spell the baby's names over their cribs and other decorations for the wall will also be gray.
She chose fuzzy gray and black rugs that sit one at the entrance of the room, another in front of the double crib, and a third in front of the changing table.
The floor is a glossy dark oak wood, that matches everything perfectly. I think Emily did fantastic considering she accepted no one's help.
She kept saying, "I want to put all of my effort into my kids, because I want to give them the absolute best life they could possibly have." Which, I didn't argue with her because that's a very responsible thing to say. I'm so proud of her.
I'm watching the babies as she's painting upstairs and Quinn has her little hand gripping my index finger. I watch as she guides it toward her mouth and pops it in, teething and gnawing on it.
I giggle and she looks at me wide eyes, and after a beat she continues.
I just watch in amusement until a loud clanging sound from upstairs makes me jump.
I stand and shift Quinn's body onto the couch, next to her napping brother. I ask Pam to watch them while I go check on Em.
I take the stairs two at a time, worried that she might have hurt herself.
I barge into the room and Emily is barefoot, with her head in her knees, leaning up against the wall. Her arms are clasped around her legs and she is gently rocking back and forth.
I look at the paint roller and red paint that's splattered across the tarp she laid down. The source of the loud sound.
I open the door fully and cautiously tip toe over to Emily, careful not to dip my toes in the red paint.
As I get closer, I hear soft sniffling and then I hear a sob. She's crying.
"Em, hey what's wrong? Look at me." I kneel next to her and lift her head.
Her tear stained face meets mine and she quickly looks away.
"Hanna, I'm fine. I've just been thinking too much." She pushes me away and I grab her wrist very gently.
"Em." I pull her back slightly and she makes eye contact with me. She limply falls into me and I wrap my arms around her shoulders. "What are you thinking too much about?" I wonder.
She doesn't answer for a while, and after a few moments of silence I wonder if she even heard me. Or if I hadn't even said anything and just imagined I did.
"Neither of our children have a grandfather." She says finally.
I think.
I had never thought of that. I had never really thought of my father ever since he left my mom and I for his secretary. He's just never come up in a discussion I guess. No reason for him to be spoken about, he's old news.
Emily's situation is much different though.
"Em, they're gonna be fine. You can't dwell on these things or else you'll never move forward. You should think of your dad and smile, not burst into tears. Think of all the happy memories you've had together, rather than the ones you won't get to experience. Because it isn't like he's completely not there. He's standing next to you always, watching over you. Protecting you like he always has. Just because he's gone doesn't mean he's, gone. Do you get what I'm saying Em?" I ask and looks at her expression. Her brow is creased and she nods slowly.
"I do." She murmurs.
"Good." I kiss her head and she blushes. "Need some help?" I say and stand, gesturing toward the half painted room.
"No, I got it." She stands too, and pucks up the roller she dropped. She dips it a couple times in the pan of red and goes to work.
I lean against the wall that doesn't have paint on it and watch Emily's figure as she moves around. She stretches to reach the tippity top of the wall and can just barely reach it. Her shirt comes up a little, revealing a bit of her stomach.
I bite my lip and imagine myself walking behind her and grabbing her hips. Fuck it.
I press my body against her back and pull her hair to one side. She gasps from surprise when I plant a kiss on the nape of her neck and trail down to her shoulders.
I let my hands wander her perfect figure and I grip her sides and pull her harder against me. God, this feels so right.
"Hanna..." She whispers in a daze. My name sounds so sexy in her mouth.
She drops the paint roller, for the second time, and tilts her head to give me easier access.
I spin her around quickly, and move a couple feet to the right, where there is no paint. I pin her against the wall using my hips and look into her eyes before I kiss her deeply.
I place my arms on either side of her head, effectively trapping her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling lightly.
I kiss her until she runs out of breath, and then I leave her lips and lean my forehead on her shoulder. She struggles to catch her breath.
Wow, that seemed so bottled up." Emily laughs.
"What do you mean?" I look up at her.
"Well. it seemed like you've been waiting forever to do that." She says shyly. I give her a look that says 'you don't say?'. "It isn't good to bottle up your feelings like that. Why did it take you so long?"
"I didn't know if that's what you wanted. Not until right before you gave birth to the babies." I answer truthfully.
"God! I'm so stupid why didn't I tell you how I felt?" She leans her head back against the wall and pinches the bridge of her nose.
"Hey hey, don't worry about it anymore. It's fine. We're fine. Look at us, we just had an extremely hot makeout session. In a nursery. Our children's nursery." I laugh. She bursts into a fit of laughter and her face gets red.
"Yeah, we're fine." She agrees when she can get a sentence out.
We go downstairs for a lunch break and Emily feeds the twins.
I make us both chicken noodle soup to match the cold weather. Now that it's the beginning of November, promises of snow and freezing temperatures have been mentioned on the news.
It's supposed to start tomorrow, and not stop for three days. An estimate of ten to twelve inches of snow in total.
That means no school, but I still have to go to work. Which I'm not that upset about because I enjoy it and I get free coffee, only problem being that driving there could be very dangerous.
We sit on the couch and play with the twins while we watch Friends and eat.
After lunch, we finish painting, and decide to take a well earned nap.
I change the twins' diapers and lay them down while Emily makes the bed with clean new sheets.
We slide underneath them and relax immediately. I snuggle down and suddenly feel Emily's presence up against mine. Her arm snakes around my waist and pulls me closer to her. I blush a deep red and she kisses me behind my ear.
I sigh, content.
I feel complete.