  &quot;I just … I dreamt you died.&quot; I break into a sob and there's nothing but silence between us. I know she must feel awkward, she doesn't know emotional Emma, I don't think she's seen her for a very long time. She's no idea how much I've changed, what Jake has done to me or even that I'm with him at all. Last time we saw one another it ended so badly and she's probably wondering what's changed.
      &quot;I'm fine, darling … I'm just bobbing along, you know … Getting on with things.&quot; She sounds wary, she doesn't know what to say, which helps me reel back in the tears and regain my equilibrium, back to the Emma she's more able to deal with. My mother isn't one to be overly emotional and she sounds uncomfortable at the evidence I am.
      &quot;I think I might come home for a few days … With Jake.&quot; I add, surprising even myself. Knowing her, she won't even ask why I wo

  My day is going to consist of sitting about here if I don't plan something productive. I end up sat in Jake's rarely used home office with my laptop and try to work through everything Margo has forwarded at my request. It seems taking that month away from this side of the business has made it so much harder for me to slot back into this life and I'm finding it less than satisfying.
      The time we've spent at the office, I barely made a dent and found every file ridiculously hard to focus on. My mind always wandering to the six-foot two hunk in the next room. I used to love working for, and with, Jake but now, looking back, I think it was more than just the job; it was him and being around him, even if back then I couldn't admit it to myself. Now that he is mine and all I can focus on; I'm finding returning to PA mode more than difficult.
      Staying home today hadn't only been bec

  He's going to see her; he's going to stay away from New York and talk about his future with Marissa's baby and I don't want it to be happening.
      &quot;Nora will come in and change the bed for you, bambino, she'll make you dinner around five … Make sure you eat, okay?&quot; He lingers over me, a look in his eye of reluctance. &quot;I'll be back before you know it … Don't go to work tomorrow, stay here, and take some you time. I'll call you, okay?&quot;
      &quot;Okay and okay.&quot; I smile emptily, wrapping my arms around his neck one last time, pushing down all my inner upset before he slides up and waves. He grabs my foot at the end of the bed and strokes down my sole gently, causing me to flinch and giggle. He pauses, looking one more time as though he's reluctant to leave then turns and goes. I think maybe he's feeling it too, that trepidation at leaving me, at going to see 

&quot;I just … I dreamt you died.&quot; I break into a sob and there's nothing but silence between us. I know she must feel awkward, she doesn't know emotional Emma, I don't think she's seen her for a very long time. She's no idea how much I've changed, what Jake has done to me or even that I'm with him at all. Last time we saw one another it ended so badly and she's probably wondering what's changed.
      &quot;I'm fine, darling … I'm just bobbing along, you know … Getting on with things.&quot; She sounds wary, she doesn't know what to say, which helps me reel back in the tears and regain my equilibrium, back to the Emma she's more able to deal with. My mother isn't one to be overly emotional and she sounds uncomfortable at the evidence I am.
      &quot;I think I might come home for a few days … With Jake.&quot; I add, surprising even myself. Knowing her, she won't even ask why I would bring him.
      &quot;Oh, that would be lovely … For both of you to come, he's done so much fo

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