Emily couldn't quite calm down even with her mother around and her baby brother too. He was sleeping like a little angel. Emily couldn't help but want to touch his tiny fingers. Really, it tugged at her heart that maybe..she'd want one of her own. But she wanted to shake that feeling. Not now.
"Maybe, I shouldn't have come." She felt breathless in fact. She'd only seen her father for a moment, and she could hardly take it. A panic attack was brewing. Emily pulled and her hands, but hugged herself then as she sat on her mother's bed.
"Don't say that, its good to see you. You, just missed your sister." Her Mom put her arm around her.
"Are, you, all right?" Emily looked up at her Mom. She had to be the strongest woman Emily ever knew, but it was hard to tell her this. Even now.
"Of course, everything is fine." She seemed OK that her father was back.
"You don't love him, or anything, do you?" Emily had to know. Her mom couldn't. She wouldn't. Not now. But her mother didn't say anything. Her arm dropped from Emily and a bit of emotion went from confident to sad. Her mother looked away as if Emily needed to guess.
"There will always be a part of me that loves him." Her mother winced. "I have you two to thank him."
"Mom!" Emily felt a bit shattered. "No, no..no..no...don't do this now." Emily felt her voice falter. "You can't. You won't. You don't need him. You never have." Emily gritted. She stood up as soon as she'd made the baby flinch.
"Well, maybe...he needs me." Her mother's words were barely there.
Emily felt herself sink into tears. God, if her mother remarried her father....Emily couldn't bare to think it possible.