Roommates

Chapter 32

Killian's POV

Even though the house was already clean, Emma went around, making sure it was spotless. She had been cleaning all morning. We didn't have anything to hide so I wasn't nervous. I put the bucket and cleaning rags back under the sink and Emma washed her hands. She was sweating and breathing heavily.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said and left the kitchen. I followed her upstairs but went into the bedroom instead. I changed my clothes and fixed my hair.

I threw my dirty clothes into the hamper and grabbed Emma's from the bathroom. I came back upstairs and she was sitting at her vanity in her towel, brushing her hair. "We have an hour, love. No need to hurry," I said calmly.

"I know, but I want everything to be perfect. I want a daughter."

"I know." I kneeled in front of her and grabbed her hands. "We are going to be great parents. She's going to love us." I left Emma alone to finished getting ready and went downstairs. Ten minutes later, she came downstairs wearing a nice blouse, jeans, and her makeup was perfect. I stood up as soon as I saw her and placed my hands on her hips. "You are so beautiful," I whispered in her ear.

"Thank you," she giggled. We ate breakfast together and then cleaned it all up. By the time we were done, there was a knock at the door. I gave her a reassuring smile and we both went to the door. I opened it, not recognizing the man on the porch, but Emma gasped. I figured she knew who he was. "Jefferson!"

He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Emma." He looked over at me and held out his hand. "You must be her husband."

"Aye. Killian Jones."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jefferson Hatter. I'll be inspecting your house, seeing if it's fit for a child to stay here." We stepped aside and he walked in.

As Jefferson looked around the house, we followed him. As he looked at things and wrote notes down on his clipboard. I didn't know where Emma knew Jefferson from. We had the same friends, and it was strange that I didn't know him.

"How's your wife doing, Jefferson?" She asked suddenly.

"She's doing better. The doctor got the bullet out and she's been in stable condition."

"That's good to hear. How's Grace?"

"She's doing better than I am." He looked over at Emma with tears in his eyes. "I'm not sure what I would do if I lost them. They mean everything to me."

"I know how that feels." She glanced up at me and I kissed her forehead.

"You have a wonderful home. You guys will be going in the system and getting your name on the list. Maybe I can pull some strings and get you a child sooner."

"Thank you so much!" Emma exclaimed and threw her arms around Jefferson. He let out a grunt of surprise but hugged her back. I smiled.

"Thank you, mate," I shook his hand after Emma pulled away.

"Not a problem." He went back to the foyer and grabbed his bag. "Good luck. It was nice seeing you again, Emma. And meeting you, Mr. Jones."

I chuckled, "Killian. Please."

"Maybe once Emily is feeling better we can double date. It's been a while and we finally have another married couple to hang out with."

"Thanks. Wait right there." She left us alone and disappeared into the kitchen. She came back a minute later with a scrap of paper in her hands. "Here's our phone numbers. Let us know when your wife is better."

"I definitely will. Thank you." We watched Jefferson leave the house and shut the door behind him.

"I have so many questions," I stated after he left.

Emma giggled and walked into the living room. "Starting with?"

"How did you know him?"

"I met him at the hospital while I was waiting for you to come out of David's room. He was waiting for his wife Emily with his daughter Grace. They look like a wonderful family."

"Why are you so close?"

"He is friends with Elsa. My coworker. You met her and her sister at the wedding."

"Oh!" I snapped my fingers and she laughed. "Yeah, I remember them."

"Good." She stood up from the couch and ruffled my hair. Messing it up, but I found the gesture sweet. "I have to go."

"Go where?"

"Work."

"I thought you called off."

"No, I just said that I was coming in late. I have a big case. Some guy stole some watches and we have to find him and the watches. The police want our help to find him."

"Any idea to who it could be?"

"Nope, but I'm not working on this case alone. It may make me travel this time."

"No." I stood up and stared her in the eyes. "I hate letting you go to work. I never know about what you're doing and what happens. I will not let you go anywhere."

"You don't have a choice," she said harshly. She turned around and went upstairs. I followed her and found her slipping her blouse off her body and going over to the dresser. "And let me? You don't control me, Killian."

"But I do have a say in the matter!"

"No, you don't! This is what I do for a living. This is how I pay bills and buy things. I refuse to stay home. I do this to help find people. It's what I'm good at. If I can't help myself, then you can be sure that I'm going to help someone else." She slipped her t-shirt on over her head. "I never asked for your permission to go to work. You don't see me telling you that you can't own a bar. You're the one that kept it a secret from me."

I looked down in shame. "Aye, I know."

"I can't believe that you would tell me how to run my life."

"I'm just worried." I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. As I blinked, a tear rolled down my cheek. "Don't you get that? I don't want anything to happen to you. I'd die if you got hurt or something. I love you." I stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek. She let her head fall into my hand. "I'm sorry."

She kissed my palm and hugged me. "I know." She pulled away and kissed me sweetly. "I have to go. I'll see you when I get back."