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How she ended up in this position, she didn’t know but Wes was always trying to push his boundaries. Even if for the moment, he did seem vulnerable and needing some sort of specific answer from her. She knew that people needed to hear things in order to feel better, but she didn’t understand why this mattered to him still years later. “Hey,” she said softly as he twisted her gaze back toward his and she sighed again lightly. “Yes, we were something, okay?”

Wes did care about all of the things that had happened back then even if they didn’t faze her today. Admittedly, they didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things since she had clearly moved on and it wasn’t to say he hadn’t too but he was definitely still caught up on her somehow. His face softened when she finally looked back at him and gave him what he’d been wanting to hear. Without thinking, he slipped his hand over her cheek and leaned in to catch her lips.

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Emily couldn’t believe how much college still came up even nowadays. If not with Wes showing up to remind her of their past relationship, then it’s her and Roman still fighting over things that never really got sorted out. “Wes,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she glanced away. “What does it matter now? I’m married and on my second kid.” Part of her didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that they once were something and the other part just didn’t want to engage in the conversation at all.

“It matters to me?” He shrugged softly. Despite how drunk he was, at least he wasn’t being a smartass anymore. Maybe it was because the alcohol had him feeling the more emotional effects than irrational ones. It’d been so long since he’d seen her and somehow he craved more than what she was giving him. “I just want to hear you say it.” He whispered, reaching out to tilt her chin back over to him, forcing her to look at him. “Just say it and I’ll go..” he proposed.

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If there was one thing Emily hated most when it came to him, it was the fact that he was always sarcastic about things that she would have rathered him take more seriously. Roman knew when to drop the sarcasm, but Wes never did. “Okay, well, I don’t really care if it hurts?” She replied, annoyed. As he stepped closer again, she narrowed her eyes at him and her arms folded over her chest. “We were never really friends, Wes. You don’t understand the meaning of the word.” She knew this was a product of him drinking, otherwise he wouldn’t be acting like this right now.

His brow furrowed at her response and he tilted his head slightly. “Wow.” He took a breath, thrown that she seemed to genuinely not care though in retrospect, he supposed he hadn’t given her the serious impression that it did bother him. “We were something...” he trailed off, glancing down at the space between them. “Would you at least admit that?” He mused, lifting his gaze back to her.

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Emily was having a hard time deciding whether he was being genuine or if he was just pulling charm out of his ass. He was exceptionally good at the latter, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t be genuine, too. Not that it matter what he thought. “Alright, well.. thanks then, I guess.” There was no point in arguing over it. “I don’t get to see Roman, so it’s hard to think about missing you when I spend most of the time missing my husband.” The truth was, she didn’t get to spend time with anyone but patients and her son. “What? You were the one that wanted to walk down memory lane. When I think back it’s all I think of.” She replied, glancing up as he moved closer and she took a step back. "What do you need me to say? That’s it’s okay? That I forgive you for all of it? Will that make you happy?“

Wes could tell that she had changed ever since she and Roman got serious. At first it was something he wasn’t surprised to see shift but the closer the two got, the more distant she got from him and he inevitably missed her despite whatever she thought he genuinely felt about her. “That hurts..” He shook his head, putting his hand over his heart again. “I just wanna be part of your life again.. is that too much to ask an old friend?” He mumbled and took a step closer when she took a step back, his breath smelling of alcohol as he glanced down at her lips.

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“I look very fat,” she corrected, “MILF is more of a term you use when you’re not pregnant, I think… just when you have kids.” There was no wrong time to use it - except now, because she felt gross. Plus, it wasn’t like he could be actually attracted to her right now. Only Roman would be and even then she thought he was crazy for it. “Talk about stuff like what?” She questioned, watching as he started to move and brought up college. Shaking her head, she glanced away with a small chuckle. “We’re not gonna reminisce college days. When it came to you, it wasn’t a very good time for me.”

“You don’t look fat.” He insisted, though he couldn’t help but chuckle and listen to her argument about his use of the word. “I still think you look like a MILF to me.” He put his hand over his chest as if expressing his genuineness. “I don’t know.. things. Stuff that’s going on with you.. how much you miss me?” He beamed, catching her chuckle as he moved in closer. “Don’t say that. I hate when you say that..” he frowned, tilting his head slightly. He hated the think about all the times he’d done her wrong and he knew that was one thing he’d never be able to take back.

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Emily knew she didn’t look great by any stretch of the imagination. She was pregnant and gross, so she didn’t believe Wes for a second. “Oh, sure,” she said with a wave of her hand. She looked perplexed when he glanced around and she could only assume he was looking for Kyle. “He’s not even a year yet, Wes, he doesn’t know what MILF stands for.” As he expressed that he seemed bothered by the fact that they didn’t talk anymore, she let her hands rest on the back of her hips, “We don’t have a whole lot to talk about. I’ve got kids now, you’ve still got one foot in the college life.” She shrugged. “Literally, you’re drunk right now.” A hand gestured toward him as she said it.

“Well, in that case, you look very MILF-y.” Wes grinned, feeling free to say whatever was on his mind now that she had pointed out Kyle wasn’t old enough to understand anyway. The truth was, he’d been gone for so long he hardly remembered how old he was. “So? That doesn’t mean we can’t talk about stuff...” he trailed off, frowning as he slowly took a few steps closer to her. “Remember back in the college days when you liked me?” He mused, raising a brow as he neared the space between them.

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“I…” Her voice trailed off as he let himself in and she couldn’t help but get a de ja vu feeling from all of this. Mostly from back in college when he just let himself in all the time. "Sure, come right in,“ she said, turning to shut the door and rolling her eyes. The last thing she was in the mood for was drunk Wes. Raising a brow as he expressed wanting to check on her and the baby, her arms folded over her chest. "Well we’re good? I can take care of myself and the baby justtttt fine.” Making her way around him, she nodded her head. “Roman works days, this isn’t new. So, what do you really want?”

Wes had already let himself in by the time she welcomed him, not that he minded, he’d made a habit of it many years ago and he was just doing it like old times. “Oh, I’m sure you can. You look great, by the way.” He added when he turned back around to her with a cheesy smile. “Like an A plus MILF.” He covered his mouth after a moment, glancing around to see if Kyle was around but it seemed like it was just her. At her question, he lifted his gaze. “I wanted to see you...” he shrugged. “It’s been a while... you don’t even talk to me anymore..” he confessed.

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Emily was still on the opposite schedule as Roman, much to his dismay. Not that she enjoyed it either, but sadly she had gotten into the groove of not seeing him. Truth be told though, she got a lot done without Roman around to distract her or try to veer her off the course of what she needed to accomplish. After putting Kyle down for his nap and working on cleaning out a few things, she heard the knock at the door, followed by a voice. Her brow furrowed for a moment, realizing it was Wes, and she made her way toward the front. “…why are you drunk in the middle of the day?” She questioned, as she pulled open the door and saw him leaning there.

“Well, it’s good to see you too, Em.” Wes grinned when she came to the door and he kicked himself off the wall before making his way inside past her without her consent. Glancing back around, he couldn’t help but notice how much bigger she was. “I was just in the neighborhood. You know, wanted to check up on you and the baby...” he smiled. “I see Roman’s not home...” he added, looking around the living room through hazy eyes as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

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Wes didn’t have a whole lot of friends since he moved to the city and had to drop and rebuild so many friendships. On top of it all, his alcohol dependence wasn’t helping and so somehow he found his way to the home of the one person he knew he could count on even after all these years. Despite the fact that she was pregnant with her second baby and “happily” married. It’d been a long time since he’d seen her so he didn’t think she would be expecting his company this time of day. Seeing Roman’s cop car wasn’t out front, he knew he figured there wouldn’t be trouble, not that he cared while under the influence anyway. He knocked on the door and leaned against the side, waiting. “Emilyyyyy..” he called out.