m behind. He had respected her boundaries by always seeking he

voice and jumped out of her nightmare. Love ham

w feet away and wearing uncertainty on his

a little nerv

her children with her desire to speak with Lucas. She wave

s? Emma asked, he

"I want you to know that, although I can appreciate your hesi

, "I like that, Lucas." But it's not really that simple.

m ready to do whatever it takes to make things right. Emma, le

and giving Lucas a chance to prove himself. I need more time, she s

the time you need." Emma, you have my attention. I love y

seated by herself on the bench. Emoti

full of questions about their father and werewolf ancestry. She thoroughly

er children with an unrestrictedly loving and supportive partner. After Lucas had

d her, asking to get together at the local diner. Uncertain of her desire to see him again,

ibilities of what Lucas would say. She walked into the diner an

ached, grinned hopefully. "Emma," he mur

nodded. Quietly, she asked, "W

e began, his voice sincere. "And I can see why you're not sure you can trust me once more. Ho

I can ever trust you again, Lucas," remarked dejectedly

gently. Emma, nevertheless, please let me introduce my

aw. She wanted to believe him, to think that

e barely audible above a whisper. "Time to

of hers. He said, quite sincerely, "Take all t

at the table by herself. Emotions

decisions bearing down on her. Whatever happened next, she knew she would bravely and head-

d optimism. For Emma Matthews and Lucas Blackwood, this marked the beginning

her boyhood home, the fall leaves crunching underfoot, while she watched her children play in

d her boundaries by always seeking her okay before visiting. Neither co

n was interrupted short by a ring on the door. Lu

obbly hello

w engrossed in a game of tag, Emma paused

k you," softly. Gazing at antiques and mementos

ucas said, shakily at first.

she stood. What about th