So, this is the last chapter! Idk if happens too fast, but I´d love to rread your opinions!
There´s an epilogue coming soon, so hold your horses!
"Are you sure you want this, Em?" He asked tenderly, remembering how shaky she´d gotten after ending the phone call with her mother.
"Y-yes… It´s the right thing to do… they know Will… they know how I feel about you"
"You told them?"
"My mum kinda new all the time", she shrugged, embarrassed, tapping her fingers on the console. "I´m glad you wanted to come and the girls too", she looked at them through the rear-view window; they had fallen into deep sleep since they had hit the road.
"Spending the weekend in their lovely cottage?" he wondered out loud, teasingly, "I don´t know, Em, sounds like a lot of work"
She giggled lightly and then spoke timidly, "I´d like to… wait to tell them… you know, formally. I don´t know how my dad is gonna take it"
Sun always shined in Cleveland, or so Mr. Pillsbury said. That autumn morning wasn´t the exception; the soft breeze blew the little hair he had on his head as Nora and Sam rushed to him for an affectionate hug.
"Hello, kiddos!", time was bearing on Mr. Pillsbury, Emma realized; but she was glad her father had two lovely descendants, "and look at the other no longer kiddos!", he meant his daughter and Will walking to him, "You look beautiful, Ems"
"Stop it, Pinocchio"
"Doesn´t she look beautiful?", he talked to his wife, who was also joining them.
"Always. How are you, darling?"
"C´mon, let go inside and we´ll show you your bedrooms"
He wasn´t expecting to share a room with Emma. They weren´t supposed to know anything about them, but as later Will corroborated, pretending was hard.
He´d had a special talk to Mora and Sam about keeping the secret, until they told the grandparents what was going on. The girls were doing a better job than he was.
They were discrete and quiet; he was internally kicking himself after grabbing Emma´s hand when she´d say something smart or cute. It was unstoppable. She was too adorable to resist.
"Will…" she breathed his name when he silently trapped her between him and the counter and his mouth landed on her neck, "what are you doing?"
"Kissing my girlfriend", she had insisted on doing the dishes while Christine entertained the girls after dinner.
"Someone might come in", they had had such a lovely evening… she wished for no awkward scenes for what was left for the rest of the night, but oh God… his hands were stroking just the right places. And she´d missed him… this…
"The more barriers you put on me, the more I want to break them", he whispered hotly, letting his hands roam across her belly; her butt pressing on his front, her curls tickling his chin, "Like really break them"
"Take you here, for instance"
"Will…", she exhaled in arousal, tilting her head aside, so he could taste the rest of the unexplored skin there, "You´re c-crazy"
"A little", he chuckled and held her tightly as her body submitted to him, "I miss you in my bed"
"I slept with you all week!"
"You did not… You left on Thursday… and Wednesday", softly, he bit her earlobe, pretending it was some sort of punishment.
It was, really. She wanted him to bite harder. "Two days… don´t be a whiner"
"Come to me tonight"
"Your father´s studio. You think you remember how to get there?" the teased, followed by a light squeeze on her butt.
"Be there. Indulge me"
"Do you think that´s a good idea?" God help them if someone caught them.
"It´s a great idea", he reinforced his insistence with a gentle caress on her chest.
"Come here!" he faked a growl and entrapped her between his arms, as both landed heavily on the sofa bed in her father´s studio.
"Will!" he loved her giggles; they were infectious, bubbly and slightly childlike. "Will!"
"What?" she loved his boy-ish smile, especially the one curving his lips as he faked innocence while his fingers played with the hem of her slip.
"You´re glad I am… where would you be now if I wasn´t?"
"Probably in bed, missing you", she admitted, flanking his head with her elbows, granting him access to the skin of her hovering behind.
"Mmm… I like the picture", one of Emma´s many surprises when they became intimate as a couple was her underwear. He´d discovered she had more than one drawer stuffed with the sexiest, pastel-colored lace underwear he´d seen. Feminine, soft, so very Emma. Paris had the best lingerie shops; he remembered and mocked her about it, bringing a blush to cover her cheeks.
"Yes, very much… What do you do when you miss me?" he wrinkled the smooth silk slip in his palms, baring her lower half.
"I think about you"
"And?" he prompted and brought her to sit on him, straddling his hips.
"I touch myself"
"Yes", the admittance was puffed out, her face flushed in a powerful red and then she had to hide it in the crook of his neck.
"Oh, Will… no…" she was already too embarrassed to even look at him; she couldn't perform a demonstration.
"It´s so intimate…" she justified and gasped when he crushed their hips together.
"Isn´t this intimate too?" you feel that, don´t you?
"Tell me", he was eager to hear her, Emma realized; and she wanted to tell him as well.
"On the bed… or in the hot tub; I put my hands on me-"
"Where?" tell me, tell me, tell me…
"On my breasts… or… between my legs"
He licked his lips, feeling Emma´s wet confession against his throat; her demure words engorged his chest. She was beyond adorable.
"What do you do then?"
"I touch… "
"Oh, Em…" his hands, with a mind on their own, pressed her harder on him to caress the desire she so innocently had awoken.
"Sometimes it´s not enough… sometimes I need more", ignited by the heightening sensations, Emma rocked forward; her breathe labored, her mind foggy.
"You have toys, Em?" the picture was driving him insane with need for her.
"One", she panted and let him slide her slip off her head, "Just one"
"Touch yourself, Em"
"Oh, no…" I have you right here, why would I touch herself? "We´re together now…"
"It´s hot… so hot, baby…" her breasts were hard, tender and she moaned when he brushed and added a little pressure on the pink buds. "Show me. Show me, Em…" he coaxed his lover with a sensual circle on her hips, "Touch for me"
Still feeling undecided, one of her hands slid amid their compressed bodies and found the spot which she had spoiled for nights. Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks bright red, her eyes closed in a mixture of arousal and awkwardness.
"Touch yourself like you do when you´re alone", his voice was throaty, and she nodded at his sweet demand, "what are you thinking, Em?"
"You and me… this…", she sat straighter, giving him a better view of her freckled chest; her hips hoisted a little, slipping herself slightly forward so his erection wasn´t pressed on her core anymore, but somewhere else...
Will gasped, but held her right there, guiding her delicate movements as she gave herself pleasure.
"Tell me what I am doing to you"
"You a-are… like this, u-under me and you touch me…" she panted, more raspy than before; the eroticism of the moment was beyond comparison.
"W-with your mouth-on m-my breasts", a soft moan was emitted and gladly, Will made her fantasy true by taking her nipple in his mouth, twirling it around his tongue. "Oh, yes… like that…"
"This is so hot…", she mumbled, possessed, running faster circles on her swollen clit, feeling her climax building and climbing higher, "I w-want you"
"Come, baby", he ordered softly as the shakes began and Emma´s mouth parted in a silent gasp.
"Wi-Will…" she came softly, quietly, shuddering on top of him, and then letting herself fall.
"Not so fast", it was his turn… his turn to show her how much his body ached for her.
"I want you", she said again and shifted her weight so he could remove her panties, "I really want you"
They made love with indescribable passion; her lean, white body bent back as she rode him shamelessly, abandoning herself in the rips of desire, drinking him, taking him, moaning his name as hands held her, loved her and cherish her.
They came together, breathing so heavily, their chests were in pain.
"You´re amazing, Em", he sighed, gently stroking her bare back.
"You´re pretty amazing yourself"
"Can I ask you a very personal question?" sometimes he wondered things about her. Actually, there was one thing that kept him awake at night.
"More personal than this?" she teased and he held her tighter.
"Do you want kids?"
"Yes", she didn´t freak out, as he mistakenly assumed, "Not now, tough but-"
"Someday", she gave him a swift kiss and rolled over, calmly looking for her slip, "Tomorrow we have an early breakfast. Dad asked you to go fishing with him, remember?"
"I do… I wish he wasn´t a morning person", he chuckled and hugged her from behind, assuming she´d be gone any minute.
"Do you want me to wake you up?" she asked getting dressed again and wrapping the robe tightly around her waist.
"You know what would be great?" her eyes were curious and Will smirked, playfully, "me wakening up with you"
"You and your sweet-talk", a soft kiss was left on his lips and then she was walking to the door, "Sweet dreams, Hun"
"You too", he blew her a kiss and Emma was gone.
Tip-toeing towards the hallway, the redhead was too busy building castles in the air to notice someone leaving the dark kitchen. The impact her old father walking in the middle of the night and he, facing his post-coital daughter was over the top; perhaps because she was sneaking around Will´s 'bedroom'.
"Emma", he delivered ceremonially.
He knew. And Emma freaked out.
"I-I…" can you just stop stammering!? You´re a grown-up!
"I was wondering how long it would be until you were out"
He heard us? Oh, god…
Crap! Crap, crap, crap!
"Are you with him?"
"Uhm… Dad, I-"
"Tell me the truth, Emma", he barely called her that. She had always been 'Ems' or 'kid' for him. Now, she wasn´t. And it made her hair bristle.
"Yes…" the admittance was followed by a deep hue of red coloring her face, "I-I wanted to tell you"
"Don´t judge me, please", she begged feeling the so familiar knot in her throat, "I love him"
"For how long?" he seemed to be judging her, even though Emma had asked him not to and it stung her heart.
"Forever", the game was on. There was nothing more she could do, or say. Only the truth; she was tied of hiding, but never imagined the awkwardness of the whole thing.
"He was Claire´s-"
"I know!" don´t say it. The last thing she needed was someone else mentioning it. Her brain was constantly bringing it up. "H-he loves me, Dad… he really loves me back"
"Are you sure?" there wasn´t mistrust in his voice, only longing to believe his daughter was certain.
"Yes", are you? Yes. She was sure. Everything Will had done or said convinced her. Or maybe it was her own love blinding her. She didn´t care. She had chosen to believe him, to wish for a happy ending with him.
"I want you to be happy… just wished you would have told me this, kid"
"I was embarrassed"
"Oh, Ems…", finally and very gently, Mr. Pillsbury held her in his arms, rocking her body with typical paternal love, "It shouldn´t be embarrassing. You love each other… and I vouch there´s nothing else you deserve more than that"
"I just don´t want you to live under Claire´s shadow…"
What? Was this what he thought she was doing? And the most important… was she?
It shook her. The mere possibility was deeply disturbing. And from the pink fluffy cloud Emma was walking minutes ago, she fell into a cold, grey, smoky uncertainty.
"Emma! Emma open up!", he called her name, thumping at her apartment door when she refused to answer. "Emma! EMMA!"
There was no nothing, no sound coming from the inside of her apartment. Only silence.
"Emma!" his fist hit the timber surface; "Em… please open the door…", but not even his sorrowed pleads succeeded on making the wood creak.
He couldn´t understand what the Hell had happened… they were fine. They were great until last night. She´d even spent the night at his place and left early in the morning, whispering a soft 'bye' on his ear before sliding her coat over her shoulders and moved down stairs. He had heard her and blew her a kiss before she closed the door on her way out.
Now, twenty-four hours later, Will had no news from her. All his calls were sent straight to voice mail, and it was the disturbing fact that all the blinds from her apartment were closed.
"Em…", as if it would make the door yield, his hand caressed the wooden surface as he realized she wasn´t home. "Em, where are you?"
The light sun was blinding; and so were the tears nipping Emma´s eyes.
How could she let people affect her that much? She had to leave to get some peace of mind? It was ridiculous!
But Carla´s words stung. And they re-signified what her father said, a week ago.
"He´s Claire´s husband"
The woman had put out the words Emma had been struggling to understand and accept. But the accusation and the despise were earth shaking.
"Excuse me?" Emma tried to remain cool, even amused, ignoring the indignation in Carla´s eyes.
"And that´s the only reason he´s with you", the woman looked outraged, and what was worse, sorry.
"How dare you say something like-"
"People talk, Emma. People judge" and that was exactly what she was doing, "And you´re useful for him and for the girls… I was too when you were gone"
Not believing that was actually real, Emma stepped back, staring at Carla´s sympathetic glance.
"You were a smart girl, Emma. But this is tacky and distasteful"
Then she had to run away, literally, from the grocery store where the horrible encounter had taken place and from Lima.
Carla had used a very suitable word. Distasteful.
People made her feel that way. The stares, the whispers, the glances… everything made her feel distasteful and corrupted.
"Mum, can I come over?" her voice was overwrought on the speaker; it was late and she was already on the road. A small bag on the backseat, and her uncertainty on the passenger seat.
"Is everything ok, sweetie?"
"Uhm, I don´t know", the redhead restrained a sob and kept quiet, hearing her mother´s breathing on the other side of the line, "It´s Will. Me and Will", it wasn´t Will. It wasn´t her and Will. It was her. And her only.
"Are you driving?"
"We´ll talk once you get home"
They did, indeed.
A combination of worry, upset and sympathy blended on Mrs. Pillsbury´s face the minute Emma took a seat next to her in the porch.
"You can´t hide here forever", she said calmly after Emma had told her what had happened and Mr. Pillsbury had scolded at her for running away.
"I know!" furiously, mostly with herself, Emma rubbed her face, "It´s just… I don´t want to be Claire´s shadow", carefully she repeated her father´s words.
"Emma!" another reprimand and a sigh left his lips, "That´s not-"
"I am! I´m becoming her… and I loved Claire, but I don´t want to take her place"
"What the hell are you talking about?" her father was shocked by the foolishness of her words, "You´re not!"
"I didn´t come here to be told I´m wrong… just to be understood", she asked between tears seeing him looking at her like she was insane, "I don´t want to be known as Will´s sister in law who married him. You said it yourself, Dad"
"I wanted to make sure you were with him for the right causes!" the man was outraged, "You love him! Then marry him!"
"Richard, she´s upset"
"Emma, sleep on it. And in the morning, tell me how mistaken I am", he declared frustrated and left the porch. Something had to be done.
This has to be a freaking joke.
The minute Will hung up, his reflection in the mirror revealed how dislocated his jaw was.
She´s run away?
"Fuck!" he cursed out loud, forgetting the girls were right there. Having breakfast a few feet away.
"Daddy said the 'F' word", Mora whispered, horrified and slightly scared.
"I-I´m sorry, sweetie… ", gently he brushed her hair, though his teeth was gnashing with fury. "Dad´s a little worried"
"Where´s Emma?" Sam wondered curious, missing her Aunt. It was two days since she had last saw her.
"She´s taking the weekend for some rest. I´ll call her and ask her when she´s coming back", he lied quickly and then prompted his daughter, "now finish your cereal, Sam. You´ll be late for School"
Work was Hell.
Clients were obnoxious as ever and Will spent the whole morning trying to digest and understand Emma´s attitude. He failed, though; only Mr. Pillsbury´s word reverberated in his mind. 'She´ll leave again if I keep pressuring her. I'm sure. Talk to her, son'
She´d leave again… He was as sure as Richard and it made his neck go stiff. How could she be so damn stubborn?
Hastily, he dialed her number, making sure to use his office phone, so she wouldn´t recognize it.
"H-hello?" her cautious voice reached his ears after a few 'beeps' and Will couldn´t prevent the barking from starting.
"Where the Hell are you?" silence, only her uneven breathing was heard, "You left. Again!"
"Please? Emma, I was worried sick about you"
"I´m sorry", she only said; he could swear she was crying.
"Em, where are you?" he asked already knowing the answer, but hoping she´d tell him. Instead a vague reply was all he got. It infuriated him. "You´re running. I can´t believe you´re running"
"I need to think", she was crying. Something was shattering her heart, thus directly shattering his as well.
"About what?" he demanded, roughly; silence again. It gave Will chills, "About what, Emma?!"
"I need to sort feelings out"
"You said you love me! What is there to sort?" exasperated, fearful and upset, Will paced across the office, "And I love you. There´s nothing to sort out"
"I feel Lima chasing me"
"What on Earth are you talking about, Emma?! We love each other!" he yelled, missing her point completely. "I feel you´re constantly making difficulties for us being together!"
"I don´t do it on purpose, Will!" she sobbed and coughed to disguise a cry. "I-I have to go…"
"No. Don´t you hang up on me"
"I-I´ll call you later"
And then the line went dead and Will tossed the phone on his desk.
"Damn it, Emma!"
I feel Lima chasing me
She meant the dirty looks, Will understood later.
Still it made no sense. They were ok. They were handling the looks as good as expected. She was shy in public, but little by little, Emma let herself go. Of course, she wasn´t the affectionate, touchy woman she was in the privacy of his or her house, but at least she wouldn´t ask him to leave when their lips would touch and someone would look at them.
Now she was running away.
I feel Lima chasing me.
Something had happened. Something she hadn´t told him.
I feel Lima chasing me
He could do that for her… He´d do anything, he realized after digesting his anger and putting himself in her shoes, no matter how hard it was.
"Sam….?" he called half absent when the girl passed by his side, "Is Mora with you?"
"I´m here!" the little one exclaimed excitedly.
"What do you think about moving out?", he blurted, anxiously, wanting to know if his idea wa actually plausible.
"Moving out?" the eldest girls looked completely taken aback, "Like, where?"
"Maybe closer to grandpa and grandma… Closer to family"
"I´d like to see them more often…" she put out deep in thought, "What about Aunt Emma? She´s going to stay here and I don´t want to stop seeing her"
"Maybe we can work that out", he winked standing up and collecting her in his arms, "Would you do me a favor?" his daughter nodded, somehow worried by his previous intense state of thoughtfulness and his now sudden inquiry, "Put your sister´s and your pajamas in a hand bag and a pair of fresh clothes"
"We´re going somewhere?"
"To your grandparent´s"
This wasn´t the end. He´d make Emma understand, no matter what it costs him.
We´re getting there in 30 min. The girls are asleep. No need to make dinner for them.
As he predicted, he parked the car into Pillsbury´s garage late at night. He hated contradicting Mrs. Pillsbury insistence not to drive so late, but it was imperative he talked and saw Emma that night. He would go insane another day without her.
"You´re the most stubborn man I know, Will", Christine furrowed to try hiding a complicity smile.
"I didn´t mean to worry you", gently he slid Sam´s sleeping body onto Richard´s arms as the woman held Mora. "I just need to talk her"
"She needs a little shake", Mr. Pillsbury groaned, shifting the girl in his arms.
"Mum, who's the- Will"
She froze right on her tracks. The last thing she´d have expected was seeing him so late standing in the middle of her parent´s kitchen.
"What are you doing here? How did you-", lost, she started to move to her father, who was openly defying her "You called him?"
"You were hiding", he replied as it was a valid reason. "You can´t hide forever". And with nothing else, the old man left, followed by his wife and the sleeping kids.
"I can´t believe my own father sold me out", endeavoring to lighten the mood, Emma took a seat on one of the chairs; but Will was far from jokes.
"I can´t believe you left me. You promised me you´d never leave again"
"I needed to think"
"I´m so upset, Emma… you have no idea. I´m so… are you going to leave me?"
Oh, Will….You´re scared? Her heart hurt when his eyes avoided hers, "I… I love you", she couldn't leave him. But everything was so confusing… "I don't want to leave you"
"Then why did you?"
"I don´t want to take Claire´s spot", if she wanted to work things out, the best thing she could do was tell him.
"Emma…" he sighed, and took her hand; bringing it to his mouth he deposited a light kiss, "Why do you think that? Can´t you see I love you?"
"Am I useful to you?"
"What? Sweetie, what are you talking about?" he couldn´t help to chuckle lightly, but Emma was deeply upset, "I love you. Why would you think that?"
"I-I meet someone… and she, uhm, she said some things…" the redhead faltered, not daring to meet his gaze, "She thinks what we have is-"
"Em?" softly, he brought her eyes to meet his, "I don´t care what she or any other people think. But I know you do"
"I-", her protest was shushed by his lips, her face cupped between his hands and then she sobbed.
"You said Lima was chasing you… what if we move?"
"What?" her eyes big as ever searched for a sign of a joke on his face. But Will was being serious. Very serious.
"I can´t fight the demons in the outside, but I… I can help you beat the demons inside you"
"That´s the most beautiful thing you´ve ever said to me"
"Come with me and the girls", he demanded sweetly, leaving more feather kisses on her face
"Come? Come where? Will, what are you talking about?" maybe he had lost his mind.
"Where no one else can find us. Let´s move here, near your parents"
It had to be a joke. The most lovely, romantic and crazy joke she had been told.
"No… No! It´s crazy!" it was a hysterical giggle leaving her lips; he can´t possibly be thinking about leaving his life in Lima because of me?
"I love you", he made it sound so simple, really. "I want to be with you, I want to marry you and if that means we have to leave everyone around us… so be it"
"You want to marry me… Like, I´d be your wife?"
"Yes", he chuckled and caressed her jaw with his knuckles, "that´s what marriage implies"
"I´d be your wife..." she repeated, tasting the words on her tongue… She´d imagined those words so many times and pronouncing them was a complete new experience.
"Would you like to?"
"I´ve dreamed this since I-"
"I want to wake up next to you every morning"
"Then why don´t we do it?" he cradled her head, taking her mouth with his, "Why don´t we just do it?"
"Yes", she sobbed, kissing him hard, overwhelmed and emotional.
"You just have to promise me something… that you´ll never run away again"
"I´ll find you", he warned, playfully and she giggled.
"And I´ll return to you"
"Yes, because I love you"