For the weeks that followed, Emma got settled, spending time with her family and letting them get reacquainted with the girls. She rarely saw Jonas except for his visits with the girls and she deeply appreciated the space. When he comes over, they talked and played with the girls. Emma was happy for the light atmosphere and that they weren’t arguing or at each other’s throats every minute. In fact they were acting like any normal family, not one that was about to break apart. Jonas complied with all her wishes of him and the terms of which he can visit the girls. He adhered to all her rules, he came when she wanted and left when she couldn't stand to be in the same room with him. He gave her space when she needed and the weird thing about it was that, anytime he knew she didn't want to see him he sent her flowers. Loads of it, along with candy. Emma knew he was trying to reconcile but she was not ready for that, and she wasn't sure if she ever will be.
Aside from the civility between her and her soon-to-be-ex-husband, she hangs with everyone just talking and catching up. What she got from everyone was what a mess Jonas was when she left. That was hard to believe since Ariel had actually been here when she first arrived. She learned that he drank constantly, missed tons of work and had- to simply put it-stop living.
But Emma steeled herself against everything.
She didn't want to think he had felt the same pain as much as she had felt- still feel. First of all he had to have feelings for her to let her leaving affect him. She had believed so before, believed that he cared for her, love her even but that notion was thrown out the window at the way he had treated her. And quite frankly you don't cheat on those you love, like seriously you love them for a damn reason! And he had made it perfectly clear how much he doesn't.
All she needed now was a new start. Starting with getting a house, with her money and on her own terms 'There are three bedrooms, three bathrooms, kitchen, dining and living space, wash room and there is also a basement and an attic.' The realtor announced, making the house sound like God himself lived in it. The lady looked wide eyed and eager and Emma shook her head looking around the empty room.
'This could work Emma,' her aunt Kelly said encouragingly.
'I don't know...'
'Oh come on...' Kelly threw her hands in the air 'Look Ms. Dares, could you give us a minute?' When they were left alone Kelly turn and glared at her 'So tell me what's wrong with this house now?'
Emma frowned 'It's just very... I don't know... it's beautiful for sure...'
'Why don't you just admit it?'
'What?'
'That your heart is still in #that# house... this is the 5th house we've looked at this week and you find a fault with every one of them but really you just want to go back to Jonas...'
'What? You are utterly wrong, I don't want to go back and I definitely don't want to go back to Jonas!' She yelled 'And just to prove it to you!' she called Ms. Dares and told her of her decision. 'Yes I will take this house...'
'Great, you can stop by my office and we can go over the paper work.'
Three hours later, Emma looked at the key of her new home dangling in her hands. She couldn't believe she had done it. It was both terrifying and exciting. After dropping off Kelly she had went into town and bough suitcases. With Arlene keeping the girls for the afternoon, she figured she would use the opportunity to get her stuff from Jonas'. Taking a deep breath she walked up the steps and opened the front door. As expected, she was met with silence because she had called Jonas' office and knew he was at work. Given how late he worked, she wasn't expecting him until maybe 4 or 5 hours, giving her ample time to pack her and the twins’ clothes and toys.
Her heart started pounding as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. It was hard not to think about the last time she was here and her chest burned with the hole that seemed incapable of healing. Shaking her head she braced her shoulders and entered the bedroom. The first thing she noticed was that the bed was different; it was much smaller that the queen-sized one she left here. Aside from that everything was in place, well except for pieces of her clothes that were along the bed and love seat. Jonas had gone through her things? Why?
Not really caring, she threw her suit cases on the bed. She only planned on taking what she'd originally moved in with and some she got as gifts. Half of which can't really can’t fit her. She was half way through when the bedroom door burst open and she gasped when she saw a tired looking Jonas. He looked frantic and she watched slowly as hope died from his eyes. He stopped upon seeing her and his eyes take in what she was doing 'No... please don't...' he whispered looking like she had just stool his candy. 'Please don't pack your stuff, it's what keeps me sane...' he walked desperately to her and before she knew it, he had her up in his arms.
'Stop Jonas...' she tried to push him off but he didn't budge.
'Please... I miss you. L-Let me kiss you...' his lips were on hers before she could even say anything. It was rough and it was like he needed it like he needed air. He kept groaning as he ravished her mouth, her neck. His hands dropped at her breast and Emma held on as he ripped her blouse open and ravished her naked breast. He grunted his approval and immediately sucked a nipple inside his mouth. The longer he sucked at her breast, the quicker her resistance fell and she succumbed to his delicious torture.
It was fast and hard, and they fondled at each other’s clothes until they were both naked. Jonas lifted her and rests her butt on the dresser before parting her legs wide of each other and stepping between them. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight and in one smooth move he slide into her in one smooth thrust 'Shit Emma...' she screamed as he pulled back and thrust inside her again. He did so repeatedly, slamming inside her over and over again. It had been so long for her that she came on the fifth thrust. She thought he would follow and was surprised when he pulled out and set her on her feet before he roughly turn her. He leaned her forward so she had to brace herself on the dresser. He widened her legs apart before thrusting back into her from behind. He lost control and went wild; pounding her like his life depended on it.
They came together this time.
Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room and as her heart settled down, the realization of what she just done ooze through her consciousness. Jonas was bent over her; she could still feel him inside her. With shaking hands she reached behind her and pushed him off her. He didn't move. 'Get out of me...' her voice broke and that must have gotten him to move. She cried out when he pulled from her.
Shame and disgust filled her as she gathered her clothes. But as she bent to take up her underwear, nausea filled her and she had to run to the bathroom. She felt hands in her hair as she wrenched. She cried, sick of herself.
She remained over the bowl for another minute before she slapped Jonas hands away 'What's wrong?' He asked.
Emma bristled with anger and pushed 'What's wrong? How about I just let you fuck me on the dresser?! Or the fact that I'm disgusted with myself for letting you touch me! I hate you! I hate you! Get out!' she cried and slapped at his chest, pushing him out the bathroom and she slammed the door in his horror struck face. She step back and stare at it, wrapping an arm around her naked body.
'I'm sorry. Just open the door so I can take care of you,'
'Just go away and leave me alone,' wiping her eyes she turn and step into the bath.
After her shower, and wrapped in a towel she came out looking around the room for Jonas. Her emotions were high and if she came across him again, she plan on giving him a piece of her mind. She spotted him sitting on the love seat in the corner, staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing. She frowned when he didn't look up when she came into view.
Hurriedly she dressed in some of her old clothes, taking up the skirt, underwear and blouse before she threw them in the bin. Jonas still hadn’t move from his spot and not saying anything she hurriedly pack a few more items before snapping the suitcase shut. From the corners of her eye she saw him jump, flinching at its finality.
She didn't get to pack any of the babies’ clothes and toys and that will have to stay another day. She pulled the suitcase behind her and head for the door. She opened it, and gave Jonas final look and left.
***
Jonas took another of gulp of his scotch as he read the words on his divorce paper. He could memorize it now. He never dreamed he would actually know what one would look like. When he’d married Emma, he saw forever in her eyes. She would be his wife, the mother of his children. Everything had gotten so screwed up so fast! Instead of being there of her, he treated like shit. But he never ever expected her to leave. He never ever imagined a future where she wasn't in it. God, what was he going to do? He loved her. It was getting easier to admit and it didn't scare him as before. It was what drove him each day, why he woke in the mornings. The comfort, he never expected, warmed his heart and made him feel almost light headed. It was what helped him to do whatever she wanted, he went when she called and he left when she ordered it. It was what made him hand-pick a bunch of flowers every day for her from the garden out back.
But none of that mattered, he didn't deserve her and she clearly was finished with him. He had made love to her earlier and she had actually thrown up because of it, whether directly or indirectly. He had managed to make her feel dirty, that much he got from what she had shouted. He hated himself, but seeing her pack her things just got too much and he had acted without thinking.
Looking at the papers now, and the place he should sign, he took up the pen. His eyes started burning, and his hands started shaking as he set the pen where he would sign away his life, his heart and soul. He signed away his wife. It felt like a piece of him shattered and it continued to splinter in tiny pieces as he looked at his signature at the bottom of the page.
It was done.