Well now, a ready made family. Jim had taken some time to himself to work out what he thought of the whole business. A wife, that wife. His very own fairytale all grown up. And a daughter. A girl. He didn't know what he was supposed to do if he was honest with himself. Was he expected to love her? Did he love Emma? She'd said it, said she loved him and he'd been conflicted, confused. Love was one of those things he used, he'd used it on Molly, that poor sad little woman growing old with her cats. He'd made her love him very easily. Oh he knew how? He knew the logic behind it but it was all so futile and so normal. Love didn't help matters, love only hurt. It left chaos in its wake and he wanted no part of it. But it seemed Emma didn't want it in return so Jim had sent cars for his 'wife and daughter'.
When they arrived he moved outside to greet them, still mostly confused as to the emotions he was supposed to feel and quite stuck on curiosity. But as Emma climbed out of the car, brunette and graceful, he watched her lean in to the car window of the car the young girl climbed out of and whisper to the driver. Oh yes, his fairytale had changed. She'd changed so much and it was lust and not love his mind found its way to. He'd bet they'd had fun creating that girl.
To the girl herself he simply watched her for a moment. Yes, he could see himself and Emma there, just little things, the way she walked, the look in her eyes. And she looked not unlike him. He'd kill anyone who dared threaten her. Was that love? That was weird? Unnerving one might even say.
"Glad to hear I grow old in style ladies" he said simply, putting aside his worries and confusion for now. He wouldn't let them see confusion. He didn't do confusion and he didn't like it. So that would stay hidden. Getting a closer look at the women in his life he could see that there was a bright future ahead if things played out right. Things could be very very good for him. As to how though, he hadn't quite worked that out yet.