Emily's dark eyes teared as she sat up on the bed, her fingers buttoning up her blouse as quick as she could. She felt her fingers shaking with each button she grasped, her breath coming out just a little harder and faster as usual as she watched Johnny pull up his pants out of the corner of her eye. "Johnny?"

The balding man looked up from his task, his eyes going straight to the younger woman who sat on the bed. "Yes my darling?"

Emily shook her head slightly, standing slowly from the bed before feeling the older man embrace her. "I w-wanted to um, thank you."

Johnny's eyebrows flew up. "For what?" Then he smiled, his one missing tooth flashing towards her. "For saving you from the disgusting pig you called your husband, correct?"

Emily let her eyes fall shut before shaking her head again, gasping slightly when she felt Johnny's arms tighten around her waist. "For…not, um, taking my pants off."

The older man immediately brought the brunette's head to rest on his shoulder, and ignoring the way she left her arms dangling by her sides, he set a couple light kisses to her forehead. "Oh Emily, you're so welcome. It was obvious you weren't ready for me touching you like that that way." He took her chin between his fingers and slightly lifted her head, giving her a nice peck on her lips. "You just tell me when you are."

The brunette nodded, wiggling her way out of her captor's arms with a small smile on her face, as to not anger him once again. "Do you think, maybe, we could go and do something with the kids? You know, start to become a family?"

The smile on the older man's face couldn't be brighter as he nodded his head, opening the dor and standing aside so she could walk out first. "After you."

Emily smiled slightly before rushing out of the room, making her way down the steps with her captor just feet behind her. Her eyes softened when she found all three children in the living room, and she quickly knelt down and took them into a hug. After lying a kiss to each of their foreheads, she saw their dark eyes look up to her. "What have you guys been doing?"

"We saw pictures!"

Emily looked to her son, her eyebrows furrowed. "Pictures? Of what?"

Michelle looked up to her mother with her finger pointed, right towards Emily. "Mommy!"

The brunette glanced up to Johnny behind her. "They haven't been in your room?"

Johnny shook his head. "Of course not."

Emily stood from her spot on the floor, keeping her children behind her before looking up to the older man. "Do you know the pictures they're talking about?"

His smile was grim. "I'm sure I do."

Emily felt her eyes harden slightly on the man before her, her teeth grinding against one another as she became agitated with Johnny's vague answers. "May I see the pictures my children are talking about?"

"Our children."

Emily narrowed her eyes. "May I see the pictures, Johnny?"

Johnny's smile widened as he looked to the attractive brunette before him. "Of course." He held out his hand, urging the younger woman to take a hold of it. "Follow me."