"Mom? Someone's on the phone for you."

Emily looked up from her glass of wine to her eldest daughter, her eyes red from crying as hard as she had been for the past few days. Not only had her date with the man of her dreams go badly, but her DC store had to close for a week due to a leak in the ceiling, and now her two youngest kids were fussy and sick and gave her the biggest migraine she had had in over five years.

"Mom?"

The brunette woman gently nodded her head and took the phone from her daughter. "Thank you."

Jenna took a step toward her mother and pressed a long kiss to her head. "And I'll take this," she whispered, taking the wine from her mother and walking around the island in the kitchen to dump it into the sink.

Emily huffed before setting the plastic to her ear. "Hello?"

"Emily?"

The mother of three felt her eyes widen at the sound of the handsome man's voice.

"Is this the beautiful Emily Prentiss? Mother of three? Ice cream shop owner? Sexiest woman I've ever met?"

Emily let out a breathy laugh and shook her head. "No, I think you have the wrong number," she said hoarsely, the pads of her fingers tracing along the granite counter top.

Aaron frowned. "Are you sure? This is Emily Prentiss isn't it?"

"Oh it is," the ice cream shop owner confirmed, "but all those other things you said? Wrong."

"I don't think so. The Emily Prentiss I know is the greatest mother I've met," he nodded, sitting himself on the front porch and looking up to the stars in the sky. "Her ice cream shops? The best ice cream I've ever tasted. And what I said about her being sexy?"

Emily bit down into her bottom lip.

Aaron's eyes flickered over to the light above his head. "Her body makes her sexy," he nodded, "but her mind makes her beautiful."

The brown eyed woman's eyes stung at the words being whispered through the phone.

"What has her upset tonight?"

"A couple of things," Emily choked out, shaking her head and thinning out her lips when she heard her voice crack. "Nothing your voice couldn't fix."

Aaron stood himself up and turned toward the beautiful glass door before him. "I'm sorry about our date the other night, but my kids told me to tell you personally that they apologize for everything."

The brunette grinned. "Personally, huh?"

"Personally," he nodded. "So maybe if you could come and open your front door?"

Emily's head whipped around to peer down the hallway, the mother of three quickly getting up and standing near the staircase to see if she could see the older man through the glass of the front door. "You're here?" Tip toeing down the hallway, the ice cream store owner hung up her phone and opened the front door.

Aaron smiled gently to the younger woman before slipping his cell phone into his coat pocket. "Hey beautiful."

She snorted, knowing exactly how she looked with her hair up and eyes puffed, her body dressed in her favorite sweats. "Right."

"I am so sorry about the other night," he apologized, staying outside of the house with his feet planted firmly on the wood porch. "But if you'd like, I would be honored to ask you on another date."

Emily softly shook her head. "I don't think that's a great idea."

Aaron shrugged. "I wouldn't do it like the last time. That ended a little poorly, didn't it?" Watching her try to hide her smile, the FBI agent grinned down to her. "This time, it would just be you and me. We can go out into the city and I can take you to dinner," Aaron almost whispered. "Will you go out with me?"

She sniffled, her brow pinching as she glanced down to her hands.

"What's wrong?"

Emily picked up her head so her watering eyes could look into those of the handsome man. "You're way too good for me," she breathed.

He saw the fear in her eyes, and he quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I think that's supposed to be the other way around." Leaning down, he nudged his nose against her warm cheek as he felt her hands slide up his arms. "You're beautiful, Emily Prentiss."

Emily's lips quivered and she turned her head, their eyes barely meeting before she let him kiss her.

"Get a room!"

The mother of three groaned against Aaron's lips before turning in his arms, her hands grasping his. "Sure," she nodded, grinning up to her two daughters who stood on the stairs. "Can we take yours?"

Jenna grimaced and hurried her sister back up to her room.

The FBI agent let himself chuckle, grinning against Emily's beautifully dark hair before she turned back around in his arms. "So can I take that as a yes?" he grinned, sneaking one more kiss from the giggling woman in his arms. "Can I take you out again?"

"Yes," she grinned.