Emma continues to chuckle in relief whenever Daniel finally calms down and is able to see the ridiculousness in worrying over the impossible. Smiling and blushing at his comment about not even knowing how to be with anyone else. She too had only been with Daniel her entire love-life, and she agreed that she’s perfectly happy and content over remaining with her husband for the rest of her life. They relax further, and Emma’s eyebrows rise whenever Daniel asks for her opinion about the raunchiness of the conversation they had regarding their ‘Free Pass’s. Blowing out a breath of air and nodding, genuinely agreeing with his description of such a conversation, Emma gives a small groan mixed with a giggle. She didn’t have to say anything for Daniel to know that she was on the same page as him.<br/><br/>Bending down and picking up her suitcase handle, the wife makes an effort to leave the front of the house and to make her way deeper into it. Before walking passed Daniel, she leans forward and captures his lips in a quick, sweet kiss. “So how was work and living here without me, babe?” Emma asks with a smile as the small wheels on her luggage rumbles through the rooms as she walked. “Sad, miserable, boring?” She further inquires, hoping that her husband would take the bait and complain to her since she loved comforting and babying Daniel. As she adventures into the house, expecting him to follow, Emma looks around and studies everything; wondering whether he barely touched anything or messed with everything while she was gone. “Have you had dinner yet?” Emma asks after giving him ample amount of time to respond to her first question.<br/><br/>She walks into the kitchen, and the wheels softly screech across the tiled floor as she looks around to see the damage. Only to not find a bunch. “Wow. You kept the kitchen nice!” Emma exclaims with a bright smile before making her way through into the living room. At that moment, she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket, and her eyebrows knit together briefly before she relaxes and thinks to herself that it’s probably some sort of game notification. Her fingers readjust holding the suitcase handle as she pulls her luggage behind her, heading now towards their bedroom. “I did my laundry at my parents’ before leaving. You have no idea how nice it is to come home with clean clothes,” Emma chuckles out with a shake of her head; blonde hair bouncing against her shoulders as she enters the bedroom and sets aside her luggage. Gazing at the bed and yawning because of the small amount of jet-lag she has, Emma sits down onto the mattress and sighs. Her feet aching slightly from all of the standing.