A smile played on Emmylyne's lips as she closed the front door behind her, and could still hear everyone inside the house until she began walking toward the Muggle mailbox.

Placing a hand on her swelling belly, the mother of soon-to-be three opened the mailbox and retrieved a couple of letters. Valencia, Dusty, Savannah..

Her head turned, hearing something close - a rustle of bushes, - and saw the last person she had ever expected to see again, looking as though he were going to pass out on the lawn. Dirty and scratched up, her late husband caught her gaze.