Emma smirked. She couldn't help it, really. No one ever caught Jim off guard. It was how he'd won the little game they'd played for so long. He was calculated. He thought out every move, every possible outcome, and he beat it. And here she was, this precious girl they would soon create together, throwing Jim completely off his game. What other option did she have but cross her arms in front of herself and smirk?
"Yes, love. This is Aurora. She's, what, fifteen?" she asked, glancing at her daughter for confirmation. That damned Seal.
Her first instinct was to do as she always did. To take her husband's waist, place a lovin kiss against his lips, and lead their little girl inside together. But, much as he still looked and sounded like him, this wasn't her Jim. The man she'd fallen in love with was still a good time away. The one who loved her back, even further. This Jim liked his space and she respected it, keeping a distance. "Whatever you're comfortable with, sweetheart. I know this has to be strange for you."
After all, he'd always had issues with things like love. It couldn't be explained and therefore, it was difficult for him to wrap his head around. But he would. Oh, he would. She'd let him go on thinking he couldn't fall in love, but she knew this man better than anyone, maybe even better than he knew himself given her time advantage, and she knew for a fact that he could.