Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 26

you'll be home. I love to cook, and I've got two really good helpers in there." she said.

"Two good helpers? what can they do? They are too small, they are still babies". I said and she laughed.

Say good bye to your dad, guys," she said to the kids.

"Good bye datty!" two little voices shot out in unison.

"It's daddy not datty" Rachel corrected them.

I felt warmth in my chest. This is how family life should be.

Then I caught myself...life is what you make it.

"Okay, then," I said. "Dinner's on you, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Rachel said, beaming at me. "Have a great day" she called after me as I walked out the front door.

I turned to her. "Call me Adam," I said and headed off to work.

I put in almost a full day of work finishing up my quarterly reports. I would be happy

if I never saw another spreadsheet or SQL query for the rest of my life.

When it was nearly six, I called Rachel and let her know that I was on my way home.

"That's great, Adam," Rachel said. "Dinner will be hot and ready when you get in."

"Wow. You really are good," I said. "Thanks again. You didn't really have to cook dinner."

"Yes I did silly," Rachel said, giggling, and then hung up the phone.

I found himself smiling like an idiot when I got off the phone .

She had a way of making me feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. I had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight.

I pulled up to my house about forty minutes later and the door opened up before I had a chance to fish my key out my pocket.

"Hi, Adam,"Rachel smiled at me. "How was your day?" It was really nice to have someone ask about my day for once.

"It was great," I said, meaning it. It felt good to get everything done and not have to worry about someone giving me an attitude when I got home late.

"I'm really glad to be home though." That was the truth.

"Well I'm glad you're home too," Rachel said. She reached out to take my briefcase and carried it into the house.

I followed her into the house and was greeted by the unmistakable smell of spaghetti and fresh garlic bread.

Rachel cut me off with laughter. "You are so silly," she said smiling and gazing into my eyes.

"Well, let's finish up, "I said.

When we were done, she went up to check on the kids. I cleared the plates and started the dishwasher. Rachel came down a few minutes later.

"Oh, don't worry dear, am going to do that." She said.

"Not on your life," I replied. "The cook never does his own dishes, at least not in this house."

"That's so sweet , "Rachel said smiling and staring at me while I wash.

Was she tipsy already? I had only seen her drink two glasses but the bottle was empty already.

"The kids are already in bed and just waiting for you to say goodnight to them."

"Thank you," I said. I bounded up the stairs. When I came back down a few minutes later, I noticed another open bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. I was more than a little uncomfortable having an underage drinker in the house, and even more so since it was Rachel. I went into the family room and found

Rachel lounging on the couch. She had a glass for me as well.

"Here you go," she said handing it to me as I sat down on the far end of the couch,