~An Emison Story~ Second Chances

Our New Routine

We've fallen into a new routine her and I. It's still kinda weird not having the kids around. I miss them but I know they are well taken care of and safe. They should be back soon. I can't wait. Ever since I broke my leg. I've been working from home. I'm still not very mobile and it sucks. So I sit on my bed most of the time. It's the only comfortable spot I can keep my leg elevated and I have everything I need within reach. I still have to use my crutches everywhere I go. That is, if Em would let me do anything.

She wakes up early and goes on her morning runs like she always has. Even when we were young no matter how late we stayed up. She always had to get a run in. As soon as she gets home she helps me get ready for the day. Assisting me showering and dressing. In fact, the last few days... we've been showering together. It's nothing sexual, mostly. I mean it's not like we can get it on, standing in a slippery shower with my one good leg. She has to wrap the other leg up in plastic bag to keep my cast from getting wet. It's not the sexiest thing in the world but I enjoy our time together. The closeness. I think she does too. We enjoy the soft kisses and sensual touches. Her just taking care of me and literally showering me. We've grown closer because of it.

After we're done showering, which normally takes us way too long. With too many lingering touches. She cooks me breakfast. I told her on multiple occasions that cereal would be fine but she refuses. That's my Em, extremely stubborn. She told me that whenever she was sick, when we were first together. I would always baby her and make her, her favorite foods. So every morning, she makes me something different. She makes a show of it and entertains me. Her cooking skills have definitely gotten better since we've been apart.

I can't help but look over at her as she works on her laptop. She is so breath taking. Her features have changed slightly. She's thinner that I remember her being. She works out a lot more. She's not a kid anymore and you can see it in her features. Both of us in our late twenties, now. You can tell she's been through a lot while we've been apart. You can see it in her face. You can tell in the way she loves me now. It's with a desperation...

She took work off this whole week to take care of me. In fact, she's been shuffling around her whole schedule to make sure we all are taken care of lately. I don't know what I would have done without her. She's so attentive. She's gone out of her way so much for me in the last few month. Let alone the last few days since we've reconnected in 'that' way. Not once since she's come back into my life has she raised her voice. Not once since we meet outside in that parking lot for the second time, has she not listen intently to every single word I had to say. Not once have I seen her been nothing but kind and patience with me and my children. I knew before she loved me. When we were first together but now... it's different. She isn't taking any moment for granted. She not only loves me but she WANTS me. It's almost like she NEEDS me.

Only if she knew how much I've always loved her. Not once since we last spoke have I not thought about her. That I had not wanted her next to me. Above all else... She's always been my best friend. Did she not love me enough? How could she just disappear and not want me anymore? Not need me anymore in the way that I needed her? Why did she leave me without a fight? How could she walk away so easily?

"I can hear you thinking all the way from over here." She tells me looking up from her laptop, still typing. Engrossed with her work.

"Oh... Is that so?" I reply in a flirting manner. Waiting for her to look up at me.

She was currently sitting at a small make shift desk she built the first week I got hurt. She put it in my room, that way I wouldn't have to 'yell' if I needed her. At least that's what she said. However, I think she just enjoys being close to me, which I don't mind. Not at all. I actually enjoy watching her work and knowing that she's just as close.

"Uh huh." She answers by nodding her head 'yes' looking back down on her laptop to finish whatever it is she's typing before. Then saving it and closing the lid. Signaling me she's done and has her whole focus on me and only me. "Tell me what you're thinking, beautiful?" She asks as she puts down her laptop on the side of her and joins me on the bed.

"Are you asking or telling me to tell you?" I question her, with a raised eyebrow.

"I will never make you do anything you didn't want to do Ali... Never again... but I hope you'd tell me." She looks at me and wraps her arm around my waist. Cuddling me into her being careful not to move the bed too much so she doesn't shake and hurt my leg. "So, to answer your question. I'm asking you. I will always ask you." She runs her hand up my arm. Silently telling me that I'm the one in control.

I can't help as a huge grin appears on my face and lean into kiss her. Yes, this is a part of our new routine too. One of us would kiss the other gently or in an innocent manner then it would suddenly turn into more. Our soft kisses would turn into a heated make-out session. Our touches would turn passionate and with meaning. Even then she'll be extremely gentle with me. Not wanting to hurt a hair on my head. Continuously asking me for permission to touch me, to kiss me. Making sure I was okay with everything she was doing. That I was comfortable. It was like she was afraid to lose me.

Only if she knew... I feel the same way. Everything just felt so right. Everything was just so familiar yet so new and exciting with her. It was like we were still married. Like we never were apart. God how I've missed her...

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Hello Lovelies,

Sooo... I've realized something. I'm a big liar. I love to lie to myself. I just can't get this story out of my head. I wanted to concentrate on my other fanfic. I even made myself sit with the open word document. Then before I knew it I was typing for this and had to copy and paste it on the correct story title. So yeah... I'm guessing you like the lying part of me because that part that got you this.

Also come on guys. I've got so many likes and follows but 1 comment? Give this thirsty writer something. Was it good? Too wordy? Too short? Should I just stop?

Next chapter we'll get out of Ali's thoughts and we'll have flashbacks to what happen 7 years earlier. This is where the story will start to take shape and you'll find answers to those questions you might have.

Okay... I've got to give a recommendation for reading. You've just GOT to read on Wattpad.

Home For Fall - by emisonfans

Yup... that's all I've got to say.

Till next time,

~Andrea