The 25 year-old woman watches her husband process what she had just told him. To be honest, she was still in shock as well, but she was definitely more calm and reserved than Daniel since there had been time to absorb and think. She stood before him as her fingers played with one another. Her ankles were pressed close together, and when she would squeeze her thighs and shift her weight, the bones would rub uncomfortably. She could see the bewilderment etched on his soft, sweet face. His eyebrows risen as his eyes searched around the room for answers or explanations. God how she missed him when she was away... He stood about a few feet in front of her since she had just walked into the foyer with her luggage; coming home from a visit to her parents a few states away and immediately wanting to tell him the crazy thing that happened at the airport. At first, his reaction seemed overdramatic, but then whenever she too started to think deeper into it...the more she kind of regretted telling him first-thing stepping through the front door. She had wanted a wonderful, romantic moment of kisses and tight hugging and whispers about never leaving the other alone for that long ever again. And instead, her poor husband, who shouldn’t have to be worrying himself over such a coincidental happenstance, was standing there almost pulling his hair out and chewing through his cheek.<br/><br/>Emma also never thought that such a casual, playful conversation—spurred on by what they had watched on the television—would ever tempt the universe into fabricating a scenario to that extent. The wife had met her ‘Free Pass,’ as they called it, in the airport while she was gathering her luggage from the conveyor belt. Daniel’s voice snaps her away from remembering the crazy moment, and Emma studies his face and body language and listens to his tone. Nodding her answer when he asks once again if she truly met him. A brief smile and exhale of a chuckle escaping the wife when he starts to blubber about getting ahead of himself and letting his overthinking and anxiety get the best of him. Daniel asked if she and her ‘Free Pass’ spoke, and Emma nods again with a bigger smile.<br/><br/>“Yes, I met him, and we spoke. That’s... that’s all that went down. Baby, I don’t know why you’re freaking out. Nothing happened,” Emma giggled out, trying to lighten the mood with her smiles and laughter; trying to break down his anxieties and smoothen any mental jagged edges. The wife extends her hands to hold Daniel’s, and when he obliges, she rubs the soft pads of her thumbs across his knuckles and makes an effort to keep direct eye contact. “I love you. Why would I squander our marriage over<i>Jason Stanley</i>?” She rhetorically asks, adding dramatic emphasis on the celebrity’s name, knowing that he knows she’d never do that. He’s known her since 6th grade. Emma was never one to fly off the cliff and take risks. “Slandered by the media because of affiliation sounds<i>reeaall</i>fun,” Emma laughs out with widened eyes and raised blonde eyebrows, hoping that Daniel finds the amusement in what she’s saying.<br/><br/>Letting go of Daniel’s hands and wrapping her arms around her husband, she hugs and lovingly squeezes him. Pressing her nose into the crook of his neck since she missed the way he smelled. “I asked to take a photo, he obliged, we chatted very formally, and we parted ways before he could be ripped away by his security,” she mumbles into his neck and plants a sweet kiss to his warm skin. “Out of a billion odds, I simply met my ‘Free Pass’ at the airport, my love,” Emma whispers before pulling away and placing a kiss to her husband’s lips, hoping to end his worries and troubled mind. “You know what? I have a good feeling you’ll meet your ‘Free Pass’ tomorrow. I can feel it in my bones,” Emma giggles with the warmest, brightest smile.