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longagoitwastuesday · 2 years
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Unpopular opinion, but the new Persuasion isn't so bad compared to Emma 2020, which was also shitty.
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austennerdita2533 · 3 years
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I was doing some idle musing on Rory's boyfriends and Austen heroes, and what I came up with was that Jess is part Mr. Darcy and part Frederick Wentworth, and Logan is part Henry Crawford and part (in his best moments) Henry Tilney. Any thoughts?
I think those are good Austen-to-GG-boyfriend classifications all around!
Jess has quite a few of Darcy's social anxieties in that he doesn't seem to like being around large groups of people at once, prefers to keep to himself, and doesn't talk or open up easily. Both characters also have a propensity for being taciturn and standoffish at times. They can rub some the wrong way as a result. In addition to that, they're introverted intellectual individuals who have embarrassing or disappointing relatives (i.e. Lady Catherine, Liz Danes). Their first "I love you" declarations are on par in Disaster Fireworks, too, don't you think? I mean, Darcy point blank calls Lizzie's entire family an embarrassment who is beneath him in social class AND manners and then still excepts her to accept his hand in marriage, which is so unbelievable it's hysterical, and Jess tells Rory he loves her after pulling a cross-country disappearing act that ended their relationship only to disappear AGAIN immediately after he blurts out the words, not even pausing long enough to blink, or like, to roll down his window so she can shout her reply at him as he drives by on his way out of town. It's next level Don't Do This romantic foolishness on both their parts. They deserve an award or a badge of honor or something to commemorate their mutual totally-bungled-that idiocy. 😄
Like Wentworth, Jess is the "suffer in silence" type. (I'd argue he takes after Luke in that way.) They both venture off on their own paths after they experience heartbreak, finding themselves, making something of their lives. For Wentworth, that means going to sea and amassing a fortune. For Jess, it means writing a novella and later working at Truncheon. And clearly they have the whole pining for the girl they love thing in common. Plus, there's that sense of mutual understanding that ripples through those two dynamics. Something that exudes "I know you better than anyone" energy because words aren't always necessary. They fall short. As Wentworth writes in his infamous letter to Anne at the end of Persuasion: "You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others." Jess and Wentworth are able to notice things about Rory, about Anne, that everyone else overlooks. Or plain don't see. The connection they share never truly dwindles no matter how much time has passed, either. It burns beneath the surface like an ember, waiting, flickering softly in the dust of what once was, of what still could be, perpetually on the cusp of catching flame again.
I'd also make an argument for Jess having some Mr. Knightley in him as well. They're both emotionally repressed as hell, for one. The frustration is rife, I'm telling you! Jess has a hard time expressing, sometimes showing, his feelings for Rory and I've always thought that falls in line with Knightley's "if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more" vibe. And while Jess doesn't lecture in the same way that Knightley does with Emma, he isn't afraid to ask Rory the hard questions, he doesn't hesitate to deliver the harsh truths she needs to hear. Jess challenges Rory to be better, to be true to herself, in the same way that Knightley does with Emma.
Onto Logan now. I definitely see a lot of Henry Tilney in him and a decent amount of Henry Crawford as well. I've always considered Tilney to be Austen's most charming, sociable, good humored, and extroverted hero, and I think that tracks well with Logan. He's also outgoing, seems to have no trouble making friends, and when he puts his mind to it, will and can charm the pants off of almost anyone he meets. (Gilmore grandparents, especially. But he's no slouch with Luke, Lorelai, or Christopher either, is he?) Tilney and Logan are both bright, witty men with active playful minds. I think those traits act as catnip for Rory and Catherine, it's what attracts them. They like the stimulation. The never-know-what-they're-going-to-do-or-say spontaneity. It's adrenalizing emotionally, intellectually, and sexually. Another similarity between the two men is that they each have fraught relationships with their fathers who have an "image" or "expectations" for their sons to uphold. The fathers view their name, or the social strata where they belong, to be superior to that of other people. Tbh, Mitchum Huntzberger and General Tilney should form their own Cad Dad Club because they're both cads. 😂
Henry Crawford and Logan share a considerable amount in common, too. Wit, attractiveness, and considerable charisma aside, they also both come from wealth. They're privileged, entitled, and have essentially had free reign to indulge their whims and vices throughout their lives without many consequences. I think Crawford's more wanton in his exploits with the opposite sex than Logan, though. The man doesn't just flirt he seduces. And he does so without much remorse. Granted, I know Logan was a bit of a playboy, a casanova, or whatever you want to call him, when he and Rory first started up but he commits to her eventually and loves her. He does his best to make her happy. And he is a present, caring, devoted boyfriend most of the time (the bridesmaid shagfest and jetting off to base jump, cliff dive, I forget the specific thing rn when he's upset, notwithstanding) whereas Crawford's feelings/intentions with Fanny are a little more hazy. It's hard to know whether he was actually in love with her or if it was about the chase, since she wasn't responding to his advances in the the way he'd grown accustomed or had hoped she would. Fanny never trusts Crawford. Rory does love and trust Logan, so there's a marked difference there.
In addition to Tilney and Crawford, I also think it could be said that Logan has some of Mr. Willoughby's good traits. They're both passionate individuals, for one, and aren't afraid to show it. They lay it all out there. Go after things. Live life to the fullest. I admire that in both of them. Fanny and Rory needed a little bit of that in their lives, I think. It pushed them out of their comfort zones. In a good, productive way. That said, the men's zest and spontaneity could teeter into recklessness as well, which is behavior they both exhibited in different ways and at different times.
I'm sure I could come up with more if I thought about it longer but that's all I've got for now.
Anyway, thanks for the ask, sweets! This was fun to muse over! xoxo
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fantastical-birb · 6 years
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Youth
Through some bizarre imperfection of engineering, or building, or caring, Char’s house and the house next to hers were smashed up against one another in such a way that the roof that descended from under the bathroom window was close enough to that of the neighboring house that she could almost touch it.
She didn’t think that the other window led to a bathroom. Sometimes she would sit on the roof and draw, and she’d peek in through the window because it was right there and it didn’t look like a bathroom to her. A bedroom, she thought. That looked like pillows, through the blind. Clothing.
When it got hot out, the window got opened and Char was pleased that it was a bedroom. The first time the boy that lived in it saw her drawing on her roof he dropped his glass of water, and Char had laughed and spent the rest of the day sketching his look of surprise while her shoulders blistered in the sun and the boy came onto his roof too and asked her to see every five minutes. Giggling, she did.
“You’re really good,” the boy said. “I look stupid but that’s because I was being stupid, not because you’re a bad drawer.”
“Visual artist,” Char corrected. “Drawer isn’t a word.”
“Oh. I’m Emmanuel. My family calls me Manny.”
Char wrinkled her nose. “Ew,” she said. “Emmanuel sounds nice but Manny doesn’t.”
The boy had laughed. “Okay, you can call me something different then.”
Char thought about it, and then said, “Em.”
“Em? Like short for Emma?”
“No, like short of Emmanuel.”
“Okay, okay. What’s your name?”
“Charlaine. My brothers call me Char.”
“Can I call you Char?”
“Are you my brother?”
“No.”
“Then not yet.”
“Fine,” the boy said, smiling mischeiviously. “It’ll be my mission, then.”
After that, they became friends. Rendez-vous: the roof. They went to the same school. They crashed each other’s places, and when they got older they leapt daringly from one roof to the others, and had sleepovers, with or without permission from their parents.
When they grew older still Char started to notice that Emmanuel had dimples, in his cheeks and on his back. She wondered what it would feel like to touch them, and would feel ashamed of herself for thinking it. By the time she was fourteen she stopped feeling ashamed, and later that year he kissed her.
He had been scared, but when she had only laughed and pulled him in for another kiss, he had laughed too, nervously, and his voice had cracked as he whispered, “Can I call you Char, yet?”
Char had been sharply aware of how lucky she was. Em was bold, supportive, kind. He was optimistic and sensitive. It complemented her emotional resilience and blunt realism well, even if both of them were a bit too willing to get into scraps for the sake of  pride that extended to each other as well as themselves. Char was more reckless when she was with him, more outgoing. She was less quiet. With her he accepted that his sensitivity didn’t have to be a bad thing, and could admit the pain behind some of the jokes he made and the laughter he caused.
When she was sixteen, and he seventeen, and they were both a little drunk, they’d ended up in one of the bedrooms upstairs at some fellow high school student’s house. It hadn’t been the first time it had happened, but neither of them had ever really been taught anything but abstience. The result was this: Char was sixteen, and Char was pregnant with Em’s child.
They both cried when she told him. Fear was a powerful emotion, and it was made all the more powerful when it was emboldened by shock, and despite it all, sparked by happiness. “Charlaine,” Em had whispered, nuzzling into her neck. “Char.”
“What are we going to do?” Char was hiding herself in Em’s curls, her heart beating fast with that potent cocktail of emotions as she imagined she could feel the small life growing inside her. Something that was hers and Em’s and also something entirely its own. Something she might have the opportunity to protect, but never own.
“What are we going to do?” Em had repeated back, and his hands moved to gingerly skip over her stomach, as if he was afraid of hurting her or the potential that was inside of her. “What do you want to do, Char?”
Char choked on a sob at the impossibility of that question; the sheer enormity of life that hinged on it. It was her life, Em’s life, the child-this-could-be’s life. It was the life of her brothers and all of Em’s siblings. It was her mom when she looked at Char and told her that girls that didn’t keep themselves pure for their future husband were disgraces to their families, and to God. It was Em’s irritability when he’d had to go the night without food because his family couldn’t afford to feed them all.
“I want to keep—them,” Char managed to get out, her throat closing up in fear. Her voice had been louder than she’d meant it to, uncontrolled in her emotion, and she imagined her mom would hear. “But I’m—”
She cut herself off, breathing harsh as she tried to reign herself in.
“Afraid,” Em finished for her, hands spreading more fully over her belly.
“Yes,” she said, voice steadier.
Em kissed her neck, gently, and then down, unhurried, until he got to her stomach. There he just layed the side of his head on her, and Char’s hands went automatically to wind through his hair, weaving her fingers through the dark brown curls and rubbing along his scalp. She could see it in the set of his lips, in the tightness around his eyes: he was afraid, too. It resonated between them; their fear, and their love. Their fear, and their love.
“Fear vs love.” Char adopted a caricature of an announcer’s voice. “Fight!”
Em huffed a laugh, and his breath was warm against her hip and raised goosebumps. The sound bounced through him, and Char felt her lips turn up despite herself.
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drownedinmoon-light · 2 years
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the orphic  - everly alice de santis
about / pinterest / wanted connections (tba) / playlist(tba)
character inspo: Yennefer (The Witcher.) Persephone (Greek myths.) Cassandra (Promsing Young Woman.) Cass Tanner (Emma in the night.) Elphaba (Wicked.)
TW: death, murder, anxiety, religious guilt/trauma
Full name: Everly Alice De Santis
Nicknames: Ever, E, Evie
Age: 32
Birthdate: November 14th, 1989
Hometown: Napoli, Italy
Current residence: Vancouver BC, Downtown
Occupation: Actress (theatre)
Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Gemini moon, Sagittarius rising
MBTI: INTJ-T
Enneagram - type 4w5 - the free spirit
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 38% (Ravenclaw 32% Slytherin 27% Hufflepuff 3%)
Alignment:  Chaotic Neutral
Temperment -  Sanguine
about
Everly Alice De Santis was born the younger twin sister to Eden Luna De Santis. The girls were born late morning in Napoli, Italy.
Everly’s mother, Alessia, was a designer who gave way to her dreams when she married Vito. Vito was a headstrong traditionalist with strong Roman Catholic morals. Vito was a well-known and profitable tour guide offering boat tours during the peak season and supplemented income as a handyman during the offseason.
The girls were undeniably loved by their parents. However, it was apparent to them that there was only one way to live and Vito’s way. They grew to watch their mother bend to a mold of what was expected of her, and both girls vowed as children to never become someone who shrunk themselves to fit into someone else’s idea of “right.”
Eden was far more outgoing and sociable, she was also less reliable and far more flaky than her younger twin, but there was always the feeling of lacking in Everly. A sense that was flamed whenever she was compared to her twin.
Everly tried to live up to the shadow of Eden, to be as captivating, as entertaining, as extroverted as she was. She pushed herself harder for recognition and praise, and while Eden seemed to get it for simply existing, Everly knew that she had to overachieve for the same notice.
After finishing their primary education, Eden traveled all over Europe taking informal education while Everly was accepted in Stanford California. She had dreams of being an actress, telling stories, and studying for four years with a dual degree in French and theater.
After finishing her degree, Everly moved to NYC with dreams of Broadway. Dreams that proved difficult. For years, Everly worked waitressing jobs, taking any extra cash she could to make ends meet.
By the time she got any notice on Broadway, it had come to her attention that her twin, Eden, had burned some bridges under her name. Everly had to bend and beg to be heard before her name had any trust in the acting community. However, once she got her foot in the door, she went full force and didn’t look back.
Life was good, and despite her inability to count on Eden, Everly was there for her sister whenever she could be. Still, in their mid to late twenties, she became so elusive that it would be weeks, months before Everly would hear from Eden, and then it was because she needed help.
Much to her fiance’s dismay, Everly would never hesitate to help Eden out. She was her twin, her other half. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for her, no matter the cost.
So when Everly was thirty-one years old and was given the terrible news that Eden’s body was found outside of Paris, her life fell into disrepair. Every week Evely followed up with the detective heading the case. And every time, she was given the same dead end. It was almost three months in when Everly decided to take matters into her own hands and began looking into the life Eden had been living in Europe.
Her fiance knew he couldn’t keep doing this, and after six months of the chaos, he gave Everly an ultimatum. She knew he wouldn’t like her answer, and Everly packed a bag the next day- her flight had been booked weeks before.
It has been six months since she arrived in Vancouver and one year since her sister’s death, and the detectives are no closer to solving her murder than they were a year prior. Still, Everly is not so easily swayed and has made it her mission to finally give her family the answers they deserve.
timeline
Nov 1989 - birth Napoli Italy
1992 - 2008 - Classical ballet lessons
2000 - 2007 - Involved in local kids theatre
2003 - Pack made with Eden to never be put into “boxes” matching scars on their palms when they made the “oath.“
2007 - Accepted for Fall admission into Standford University for fall of 2008
Summer 2008 - Moves to Standford, California (roommates and classmates potential WC)
2008 - 2012 - Studies at the University of Standford a major in Theater with a minor in French. Everly was featured in several student films. She participated in a college band as a keyboardist. She entered art competitions, took Ballet classes, and considered switching her majors. Had several relationships and flings. Wrote and won an award for a short horror story published in a literary magazine.
Summer 2012 - Moved to Brooklyn, NYC. The adjustment was difficult for her, but she had several roommates, making it work. She got a few roles off-Broadway but mostly supported herself with odd jobs and ghostwriting.
Winter 2014 met her future fiance after a casting call for the Broadway production of Wicked. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the role.
2015 - Wins a Lucille Lortel award for her off-Broadway performances.
2016 - Starts seriously dating her future fiance and is making a name for herself Off-Broadway, with Broadway still being the goal.
2016 - Finally clears her name from the trouble caused by Eden and lands her first significant role on Broadway. Mama Mia, Sophie.
2017 - 2020 - Makes a strong name for herself on Broadway in roles such as Elphaba, Satine (Moulin Rogue), Christine (Phantom of the Opera), Roxie Hart (Chicago), and countless more.
2018 - Summer, Boyfriend proposes. She says no. Fall - no, he proposes one last time in Winter. She says yes.
Fall 2018 - Wins a Tony Award - Best Performance by an actress in a leading role.
2019 - Postpones the wedding the first time she flies to the Netherlands to help Eden out of a pickle and spends the spring and part of the summer with her there.
2020 - Begins writing more and is steadily planning her wedding. Suggest a date for summer 2021.
March 2021 - Eden’s body is found. Everly returns to Italy, where things are tense with the family. Alessia has had Eden cremated against her fathers’ wishes (it was what Eden wanted). Alessia doesn’t want to lay her remains to rest until the investigation is closed.
March 2021 - May 2021 - Everly breaks from acting and wedding planning. She throws all her focus into finding out what happened to Eden.
June 2021 - The detectives aren’t confident about any new evidence showing up. Everly is un-swayed.
July 2021 - Suggests pushing her wedding back a little further. Things get more noticeably tense with her and her fiance.
July - August 2021 - Finishes out her last play, gives notices of her leave, and books her plane ticket to BC.
September 2021 - Ends things with her fiance and moved to BC.
Sept - November 2021 - Bounces around until finding a more permanent place to live.
Decemeber 2021 - Resumes acting in local theater productions.
March 2022 - Nearing one year since Eden’s death.
personality traits
+ determined, assertive, intutive, ambitious, passionate, witty
- obsessive, pessimistic, unpredictable, envious, skeptical, perfectionist
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One Phone Call (1/1)
Summary: Emma reaches out to Killian after years of silence and it’s easy to say his whole world is changed with just one phone call.
Notes: this is a one shot I’ve been working on for a bit, hope you guys like it! 
AO3 and FF if that’s your thing. 
Emma had been placed with Ingrid and her two adopted daughters, Elsa and Anna, right after her birthday in October and when spring rolled around all anyone in Storybrooke could talk about summer. Emma thought it was odd, but then Storybrooke was an odd town. Emma didn’t understand what everyone was so excited about until the first weekend of summer was upon them. There were more tourists than she had seen in the small town before and a festival was in full swing. Every business in town was booming which meant there was at least one if not two of the four women working at Any Given Sundae at any point during the day. The endless money from tourists and the fun summer nights were great, but Killian Jones is what made Emma’s summer the best she’d ever had.
The Jones brothers visited their aunt that summer and it caused quite the drama amongst the young girls in town. It was seemed every girl had a favorite Jones brother if not both. One of the few exceptions to this rule was none other than Emma Swan. Of course this caught Killian’s attention, not to mention it was a small town and she ran into him everywhere. Eventually the tension got too much for either one of them to handle and that’s how she was pinned against a tree making out with Killian. He’s the one who taught her about sailing and she drove them everywhere after an unfortunate accident town when he drove on the wrong side of the road. He made her laugh, smile, and not have a care in the world. He gave her new books to read all the time. All he wanted to do was write. He was always scribbling in some notebook or another. She would just smile and take pictures of him through her camera lens.
They dated the rest of summer and before either one of them knew it August was coming to a close and they were both due at their perspective colleges in a matter of days. The sea breeze blew through her hair and she gripped onto him tightly. This feeling sunk deep within her stomach, one of impending doom, one that felt like she would never see him again. They promised to write because neither of them could afford international calling. Although they both thought it would be better if they didn’t stay together, too many miles between them. She kissed him for the last time tears in her eyes, thumb rubbing across his cheek. He kissed the top of her head before getting into the car with Liam headed to the airport.
The days after his departure were some of the worst of Emma’s life. She hated being without him, but her and Elsa were due at BU and she tried to shake off her heartbreak. Emma tried to enjoy being a college freshmen. She really did, but she had no interest in any of the clubs or partying every single weekend. Then she had to battle waves of nausea in her nine am lectures until finally one day she didn’t even make it to class before throwing up. When her period was very, very late she put the pieces together and wanted to cry until she had no tears left.
Her and Killian wrote back and forth until the stick had two pink lines. Her whole world stopped and she had no clue how to tell him. She sat down to write the letter almost every night. Elsa encouraged her to tell him, that he deserved to know. She knew he deserved to know, but a kid is a lot of work and responsibility. All he wanted to do was write and go to university. She knew the moment she told him he would hop on a plane and race to her front doorstep. It would change their lives forever. Emma wants him to be able to fulfill his dreams, if she tells him he won’t get to do that. Instead she stays silent, much to Elsa’s annoyance. Emma makes her promise to not tell either of the Jones brothers, her sister agrees saying it’s not her secret to tell anyway.
He sends her letters for a while even though she doesn’t respond. She reads them, but never responds to them. The letters stop one day and at first she’s not sure why, but later she’s sure at some point Elsa told him to stop writing. It’s probably for the best. Once she’s sure he won’t send a letter again she places all the pictures of him and letters in a old shoe box. Looking back she realizes that the last letter arrives three days before Charlie is born.
Emma makes it through her first semester of college, but decides to take the next one off because she needs to live off campus to raise her kid. She finds a crappy job waiting tables. She has a very small apartment but she makes it work. Anna and Elsa help out wherever they can. She has her little boy a few days before Memorial Day. She’s never been in more in love with anyone in her entire life. He looks exactly like Killian, dark, unruly hair and the bluest of eyes. She convinced herself that Charlie was the only man she would ever want or need in her life.
Days, weeks, months, and years pass until she finally finishes school and has her art degree in photography like Killian always told her to do, claiming she had real talent. She starts being part of galleries and doing bail bonds work on the side, to pay the bills. She loves every moment with Charlie and she truly loves her life. She didn’t think it would turn out this well in those first couple months of her pregnancy. It all worked out in the end for the most part.
There are moments she feels guilty Killian’s missing this, but once his first best seller hits the shelves she stops feeling guilty. If he had known about them he never would’ve been where he is now. She of course buys a copy and reads it. She has tears in her eyes by the end of it. It was amazing, she knew he he had talent, but over these last years he really progressed in his writing.
A few weeks before Charlie’s sixth birthday Emma is tucking him in bed when he blindsides her more than she ever thought he could.
“Mom, who’s my Dad?” he asks, which sends her reeling. She knew this conversation would come up one day. Emma just didn’t know that day would be today.
“He’s a good man, who gave me the best thing in my life, you,” she smiles, brushing hair out of his eyes. It’s too long he needs a haircut.
“Then why isn’t he here? Does he not love us?” he asks, confusion crossing his little face. Her heart breaks in her chest. She never thought how this would hurt her boy, she thought it was fine just the two of them.
“Charles, he loves you so much. It’s complicated, but he does,” she tells him.
“What about you? Doesn’t he love you?” he asks his eyes searching her as Killian’s once did. Most of his mannerisms are like his father’s and he’s never met Killian.
“Kid, real life is not like fairy tales and it’s not as simple as loving one another. I promise we will talk about this more, but you need to go to bed,” she tells him. He sighs, but listens to her. She kisses his forehead and a little smile crosses his face. Emma turns off the lights before leaving the room. Once the door shuts she moves to her own room and completely loses her shit. Tears flow down her face and she pulls out the shoe box she could never get rid of. She goes through the old memories. Emma will never forget that summer with him.
She dries her tears and gathers everything onto the kitchen table. She pulls out a blank piece of paper and writes what she never had the courage to before.
Killian,
I cannot begin to tell you how many times I have sat down to write this letter. I never knew what to say, you were the one who had a way with words. I hope you are doing well. There is something we should talk about it, but it’s not something I can write in this letter. My number is listed below, call me anytime if you want. Although if you never want to hear from me I understand that too.
Emma
Before she can tear up the letter she seals it in an envelope and places the correct postage on it. She scrawles his address across the envelope, she prays he hasn’t moved in the past few years. She runs down to the lobby of her apartment building shoving the letter in the outgoing slot. It’s too late now. There’s no way of getting it back. She trudges up the the stairs and crawls into bed.
It takes a while, but a couple weeks later when Charlie is at a playdate her phone rings and she picks it up.
“Swan,” she says curtly. There’s silence on the other end. She pulls the phone away from her ear glancing at the number, It’s an international number and she gasps realizing who it is.
“Hello,” she says again, still in a little bit of shock he actually called.
“Emma,” Killian sighs into the phone and tears spring to her eyes.
“You got my letter,” she states firmly. Not knowing where to go from here.
“Aye, that I did lass. After all these years you think you can summon me at a moment’s notice,” he says voice full of anger. She expected no less, he had every right to be mad.
“I’m sorry. I truly am. I didn’t reach out to you to mess with you,” she tells him, knowing he’ll be difficult about this.
“Then why did you?” he asks, still not believing he was actually talking to her after everything.
“Because your son is asking about you and I don’t know what to tell him,” she tells him, hoping to rip off the bandaid and get right into it. There’s a long moment of silence.
“I’m sorry what?” Killian says still in shock.
“We have a son, Charlie. He wants to know you,” she states simply as she can. God this is going horribly right now. He’s going to hang up and then she’ll really be the worst mother ever.
He’s a father? A father to a child. The idea floats around his mind for a while.
“Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t think I’d be on the next plane to Boston to be with you?” he manages to get out.
“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you because I knew you would. I wanted you to have everything you wanted in life, we would’ve held you back,” she says softly.
“Emma,” he says broken hearted and angry. Angry she did this all alone, angry that he missed it all, angry she didn’t tell him.
“I know it was wrong, but at the time it seemed like the best option. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but he wants to know his father. I can’t deny him that,” she says shifting from foot to foot, not knowing what he’ll say next.
“I can’t deny him that either. I’ll be there on the next plane out,” He tells her. Her heart pounding in her chest.
“Okay,” is all she manages to say before he hangs up, which she wholeheartedly deserves.
When Charlies gets dropped off that afternoon, she sweeps him into her arms.
“Moooom,” he groans, “I wasn’t gone that long.” She kisses his forehead and sets him down.
“What a mom can’t miss her only son?” she questions him.
“You’re allowed, but you usually don’t after a playdate,” he says squinting at her. She smiles and goes into the kitchen to start dinner. Charlie follows her.
“Something else is going on,” he says sitting at the island watching her work. He has the same look on his face as Killian would all those years ago when she didn’t want to talk, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. She stops what she’s doing and looks at her son.
“You asked me about your dad a couple of weeks ago. I said things were complicated and they are. I talked to him though and he’s flying out to meet you,” she tells him.
“Really?” he asks, shock and awe visible in his eyes. She smiles and nods.
“Really, he texted me before you got home. His flight gets in tomorrow morning, you’ll be in school,” she sees the sad look on his face and continues on, “I’m sure he will be here for dinner,” she tells him and her son smiles.
“Where does he live?” he asks when she resumes making dinner.
“London, so he has a long flight ahead of him,” she says over his shoulder.
“You’ve never told me how you met him. You just told me that he was a good man and that’s why I have his last name,” he says. She sighs. He’s right she did give him Killian’s last name, but only because she took the name Swan as a reminder about the bad families in the foster system. She wanted the best for Charlie. The best family possible and that certainly wasn’t under the Swan name.
Ever since he asked about Killian their whole summer has been playing through her mind.
“You know Grandma’s ice cream shop?” she asks him and he nods, “well one day the summer after I graduated high school he came in and he was full of charm and had a smile on his face. That day I was the one girl in the shop who didn’t fall for his charm. I didn’t like him at first, but he kept coming into the shop and kept talking to me even when I didn’t want to talk to him. He never stopped coming in though and he always made me smile.  One day he asked me out and I said yes,” she tells him with smile. Emma doesn’t mention on that date within twenty minutes they were making out.
“He doesn’t sound so bad,” he comments. She makes her way over to his stool at the island. She places a hand on his shoulder.
“Charlie, he’s a good man and he wasn’t here because he didn’t know about you. That’s my fault. It’s not an ideal situation but he wants to know you,” she tells him, worried about his reaction.
“He does?” Is all he asks. She nods and kisses his head. She moves to brush hair out of his eyes, but with his new haircut there is nothing to brush out of his eyes. He’s growing up so fast.
Emma’s a nervous wreck all night. She cleans every surface in the apartment and goes to bed too late. She doesn’t sleep well either she tosses and turns all night long. When her alarm goes off she’s up and moving around the apartment. She’s going to see him for the first time since he said goodbye all those years ago. Needless to say, but she’s freaking out. She never moved on from him, she never really stopped loving him in the first place. He definitely hates her and she can’t stand that fact.
She wakes Charlie up and helps him get ready for school even though he doesn’t want to go. She has to all but drag him. Even that almost doesn’t work. She has to promise to have Killian come with her to pick up at school today before Charlie goes willingly.
Emma rattles around her apartment until Killian texts her that he’s landed. The real freaking out begins at that point. Because for the first time in years not only is he in the same country he is, but the same city. That thought alone makes her want to throw up or pass out.
The knock at her door an hour later sends her into a frenzy. She has to compose herself before she opens the door. It takes a minute, but she does. The door swings open and there stands Killian Jones. In dark wash jeans, black long sleeved henley, and a black leather jacket he looks almost sinful. He now has stubble growing in that he wasn’t able to grow when she knew him. He looks damn good. Angry as hell, but good.
“Killian,” she says her mouth dry.
“Emma,” he says the muscles in his jaw twitching. She steps back and opens the door.
“Please come in,” she says. He does looking around her place, his shoulders tense.
“Charlie’s in school, but I thought you’d like to come to pick up with me here in a little bit. If that’s alright with you,” she says, unsure of what he’ll say.
“Aye,” he snaps. She sighs, he’s mad with her and he has every right to be, but he can’t be like this infront of Charlie.
“Get it off your damn chest,” she says crossing her arms.
“Pardon me?” he asks her, taken aback by her comment.
“You’re mad with me and you’re sure as hell not going to meet our son looking murderous he’ll be scared of you. Get it out while you can,” she tells him.
“How could you not tell me? Is this why you stopped writing me?” He says through his teeth.
“Yes, once I found out I stopped writing. My entire life was changing and I had no idea how to tell you. I couldn’t act like that nothing had changed. I knew the moment you found out you’d be on a plane here,” she says as calmly as she can.
“That would’ve been the worst thing in the world?” he asks exasperated, his accent ringing through her apartment.
“Yes it would’ve been because you wouldn’t have been able to finish college and become a writer. If you had come back here to us one day you would’ve resented me or worse him because you couldn’t have been a bestselling author. I can live with you hating me, but not that,” she raises her voice.
“I never would’ve resented you or him. We would’ve made it work,” he tells her.
“I’m glad with hindsight you can say that, but being eighteen and pregnant I did what I thought was right. Now I know I was wrong and I am sorry,” she says. Her phone rings before he can answer. Looking down she sees that it’s Tink, her boss, who might have forgot to tell she wouldn’t be coming in today.
“Sorry this is work,” she tells him and he nods, “Swan.” She says into the phone. She wanders into the kitchen away from him.
“Emma, you’re coming in today right?” Tink asks her.
“That was the plan, but something eh came up,” she tells her.
“Oh come on I have the best honey trap for you. The skip is known to be in this bar all night, it’s easy money,” she tries to win Emma over.
“Yeah I really can’t today,” Emma sighs, knowing she should get that skip for the money, but there is no way she can leave in all of this.
“Are you alright? Is Charlie okay?” Tink asks worried.
“He’s fine, I can be in tomorrow,” she tells her.
“Come back when you’re ready. I don’t want you distracted,” Tink says and Emma agrees. They say goodbye and she returns to find Killian looks at all the pictures scattered across the room.
“Sorry about that,” she says to him. He looks up at her, tears in his eyes, “Killian?”
“He’s got my eyes,” he says pulling himself together. She chuckles.
“He’s got more than that. Your hair, your smile. Hell he’s a carbon copy of you. He has most of your mannerisms as well,” she tells him. Right then she almost tells him that when Charlie was born she gave him the last name Jones because even then she knew that he was more special than the name Swan, which she took to remind herself of her hardships. She wanted to be sure he wouldn’t ever know any of the pain that she did growing up. Killian isn’t quite ready to hear that yet.
“Mannerisms huh?” he questions.
“Yes, he’ll lift his eyebrow or the way he looks at me when he knows I don’t want to talk reminds me of you,” she explains and Killian nods.
“Am I keeping you from work?” he asks her. She almost forgot about the phone call with Tink.
“No, I have pretty flexible hours. I just didn’t mention to my boss I wasn’t coming in today,” she explains and sees the time, “We should get going though.”
“Aye, of course. Lead the way,” he gestures towards the door. They fall into a comfortable silence on the way to the school. Emma can tell he’s still upset with her, but not seething mad like he was. He’s calmer now and Charlie will love him on sight.
Killian Jones has really thrown her day off because she forgot to tell Regina she wouldn’t be working and that causes another confrontation in her already messy life.
“Emma, I thought I was picking up the boys today?” Regina asks walking up to Emma and Killian in front of the school.
“Yeah you were. I just didn’t work today and well eh,” Emma begins to ramble on.
“You played hookie to be with mysterious hottie? That’s not like you at all, but good for you. I didn’t know you were dating again, it’s good you’re getting back out there,” Regina praises her and Emma would like to die right there. Killian looks just as taken aback as she does. Realization crosses Regina’s face.
“Oh you’re Charlie’s dad,” Regina says hands on hips, looking back to Emma, “We have a lot to talk about. I’ll call you later?” Emma just nods and Regina gives them some space.
“I’m sorry about that,” Emma says still a little shocked.
“I- wow wasn’t expecting that. She picks up Charlie sometimes?” he asks wanting to change the subject all together.
“Yeah we usually switch off. Her son, Henry and Charlie are best friends. Regina and I are the only single moms in the class, so we became friends too,” she explains and he nods. He’s about to ask about the hottie comment when the school doors burst open and all the kids come flooding out. It doesn’t take long for Charlie to spot them and come running towards them. He stops in front of them breathless looking from Killian to Emma.
“You’re my dad?” Charlie asks his eyes finally landing on Killian.
“Aye, lad I am,” Killian says, kneeling to get onto his level. Charlie’s head snaps towards Emma.
“You didn’t say he talked funny,” he observes. Emma’s jaw drops and Killian laughs.
“Charles! Apologize right now,” she says shocked.
“No need, I thought it was funny,” he smiles at Charlie, who beams back at him.
“Would it be alright if I hugged you?” Charlie asks Killian.
“Of course,” Killian barely finishes saying before Charlie slams into him wrapping his arms around him. Killian holds onto him tight and looks like he may never let go. They do come apart and Charlie insists on holding both Emma and Killian’s hands on the way home. Killian looks over Charlie’s head to Emma.
“Charles?” he asks her, a smile on his face.
“He needed a strong name, but you know he looks like a Charlie,” she shrugs.
“Aye, that he does,” he smirks.
“You know I can hear you guys right?” Charlie says with a scowl on his face. Emma rolls her eyes.
“We’re well aware you can,” she tells him. Charlie just continues scowling. When they get home she lets Killian and Charlie have some time together alone while she pretends to clean the kitchen even though it’s spotless.
“So lad do you like to read, or play video games, perhaps you like sports?” Killian asks trying to gauge what his son likes to do for fun. His son. He still hasn’t wrapped his mind around that fact yet.
“Mom says I can’t play video games till I’m older. Me and Henry are playing soccer in the fall. I like to read, but I like the stories that mom tells at bedtime the best,” he tells Killian all the while still working on building his lego set. Killian just hands him the pieces that he needs and he watches his son build away.
“Good bedtime stories are pretty great,” he confirms and CHarlie looks at him.
“Can you tell a good bedtime story?” he asks his dad.
“Well I don’t know I’ve never told one before,” he says. Charlie resumes with the legos.
“Oh well you should definitely see how Mom does it. Are you going to stay until bedtime tonight?” Charlie asks.
“If that’s alright with your mom then of course,” Killian smiles. Charlie stands up then looks to his mom.
“Mom, can Dad stay until bedtime?” he shouts to her. Emma just smiles.
“Yes, he can, but we talked about indoor voices remember,” she says sternly with a twitch of her eyebrow.
“Sorry,” he says at a normal volume and she nods, signaling her approval. He turns back to the legos and Killian.
“Can I ask you a question?” Charlie asks him.
“Of course, lad,” he nods and hands him another bright red lego.
“Do you and mom love each other?” he asks quietly, surely to make sure Emma doesn’t hear them. Killian sucks in a breath before answering because he certainly didn’t see that coming.
“That’s rather complicated, I’m afraid,” he answers unsure of what to say. Charlie rolls his eyes and sees exactly what Emma was talking about. The boy has his mannerisms, down to his dramatic eye rolls.
“That’s what Mom said too,” he sighs. This takes Killian aback because he has no clue what Emma has said about him.
“Your mom was right,” he states.
“Are you mad that Mom didn’t tell you about me?” Charlie asks blatantly. This shocks Killian too.
“You know about that?” he asks surprised.
“Yeah she told me. I think she didn’t want me to be mad at you, which I’m not,” he says. Killian doesn’t know exactly what was said, but from what Charlie is telling him he’s starting to suspect Emma has never said a bad word about him to Charlie at least, which he is eternally grateful for. Killian places a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re not mad at me, but are you upset with your mom?” he asks.
“A little,” the kid shrugs, not wanting to look at Killian.
“Hey, look at me,” Killian says softly and Charlie does, “Now, your mom has her reasons for what she did. She was trying to protect you and me. It’s clear to see how much she loves you. I was mad at first, but then I met you. I could spend a long time being mad, but I would rather be happy and spend time with you. Doesn’t that sound better?” Charlie nods and hugs him. Killian fully envelops Charlie in his arms.
At that moment the front door swings open and Elsa walks in not really paying attention to what’s going on in the apartment. Charlie and Killian break their hug to see what is going on.
“Emma, no arguing with me. There’s this guy I think you’ll like and you know I told him you’d be interested so really you have to go otherwise you’re making me look bad,” She looks up from her phone and spots Killian, which causes her jaw to drop. Emma comes out from the kitchen hands on her hips.
“Stop setting me up on blind dates. I’m not going. As you can see I’ve got other stuff going on,” Emma scolds her sister.
“You told him!” Elsa says shocked.
“Obviously. Come on we’re not having this conversation here,” Emma says dragging her sister across the apartment and into her bedroom.
“When? Why?” Elsa asks as soon as the door is shut.
“Charlie asked about him and I reached out. Killian got here today, so relax. Also really barging through the door and talking about a date?” Emma asks shaking her head.
“I didn’t know what was going on here,” Elsa defends herself.
“No, that doesn’t matter. I don’t want Charlie hearing that stuff okay?” she clarifies with Elsa.
“You’re right, we should probably go back out there,” Elsa suggests. They both collect themselves and head out. Killian and Charlie are waiting for them. Charlie runs to Elsa.
“Aunt Elsa,” he says as she scoops him into her arms.
“Hello there my favorite nephew,” she says before kissing him on the cheek.
“You always say that, but I’m your only nephew,” he pouts.
“You are, but that doesn’t mean you’re not my favorite,” she says kissing him again. Emma smiles and this and catches Killian’s eye. He has a raised eyebrow and she nods in the direction of her bedroom. Once the door is shut he begins.
“Does that happen often?” he asks curious.
“Which part?” she asks crossing her arms.
“The whole thing!” Killian says throwing his arms up in the air.
“Elsa has a key, so she does barge in often. The date thing on the other hand does not and I certainly don’t bring men around Charlie, if that’s what you’re concerned about. I just talked with Elsa and told her not to bring up dates around Charlie again, which I thought she knew. I cannot control everything,” she shrugs.
“I’m glad you don’t bring men around our son. You know if you wanted to go out I could watch Charlie tonight if you wish,” he offers even though the thought of her going out with another man crushes him.
“That’s kind of you, but I figured out a long time ago that dating and parenting don’t mix. I won’t go out with whoever Elsa has rustled up this time,” she sighs, “any other questions?”
“Many, Swan. Too many for right now though we should talk later,” he tells her. She smiles at the use of his old nickname for her.
“After Charlie goes to bed,” she tells him. Killian nods and she leaves the bedroom without another word.
“Where did you two run off to?” Elsa questions with a stern look at Emma. Charlie pokes his head around her legs.
“We were talking about dinner and I think if you might just be in luck and get pizza for dinner,” Emma smirks and Charlie’s face lights up. Killian comes out of the bedroom to Charlie jumping up and down.
“We’re really having pizza for dinner?” Charlie asks him. Killian smiles.
“Of course, lad,” Killian says playing along. Dinner goes along well and Elsa stays with them. Killian pulls her aside at one point.
“You’ve stayed in touch over the years and I’m fairly certain you’re in love with Liam,” he tells her, like it’s all supposed to mean something.
“All those things are true. Your point is?” She shrugs, indifference in her eyes.
“You never said anything to me about him or what was going on with her. You wrote and said to stop writing her, that she had moved on,” he says with raised eyebrows.
“It was her choice to tell you and she’s my sister, my family. I’m sorry she came first. I always encouraged her to tell you. You can’t change the past, but you should call Liam he would want to know,” she tells him before helping Emma get things together for dinner.
While waiting for the pizza to arrive Killian brushes against Emma.
“Pizza?” he asks.
“You saw his reaction. He goes nuts for it. I can’t tell him we were potentially arguing,” she whispers.
“Potentially arguing? Is that a thing now?” he teases her.
“Oh shut up,” she says and the doorbell rings. She hops up, grabs some cash, and heads toward the door. She opens it and none other than Liam Jones stands there angry as hell.
“You’re not pizza,” she states.
“Is he here?” he asks. She nods and opens the door wider. Killian and Elsa are standing in the kitchen. Luckily Charlie is tucked away in the living room watching TV.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” Killian hisses, trying to keep his voice down.
“I could ask you the same thing. After years of silence she writes you once and you came crawling back to her,” Liam snaps. Emma crosses her arms and looks at the floor.
“Liam,” Elsa says in a warning tone.
“No, she didn’t scrape him off of bar floors or help nurse his hangovers,” Liam shouts this time. Charlie appears in the doorway, looking scared.
“Mom?” Charlie says tears pooling in his eyes. She opens her arms up and he runs into them. She picks him up and holds him tight. Liam is standing there with his jaw slacked.
“Liam, you’re allowed to be pissed. You’re allowed to hate me. You are not allowed to scream, yell, and scare my son. If you continue to do any of those things I will throw you out on your ass, is that clear?” she says sternly, while holding onto Charlie. All Liam can do is nod, shocked. Emma takes Charlie out of the kitchen and into his room shutting the door. She sits on his bed and holds him out a little. Tears are flowing from his eyes.
“Hey, there kid. What’s wrong?” She asks while rubbing his back.
“Why was that man shouting? Who is he? Why is he so mean?” He asks, blubbering through the tears. Almost struggling to breathe.
“I will answer all those questions, but you need to breathe in and out for me,” Emma says in a quiet, calming voice. It takes a couple of breaths but he eventually calms down.
“Now, that man was your uncle. He’s your dad’s brother. He’s angry because of me. He’s mad about the whole deal with your dad. I’m sure your dad didn’t mention his trip to see us and that worried your Uncle Liam out there. Did the yelling scare you?” she asks and he nods, “It won’t happen again. You know how I said things were complicated?” she asks.
“Yeah,” he sniffles, resting his head on her shoulder.
“Families are complicated and messy. Sometimes they fight, but in the end they make up. Most importantly they love each other. Right now we’re in the messy part, but soon the make up part is coming,” she tells him. Emma wipes the tears from his cheeks.
Outside of Charlie’s room Liam, Killian, and Elsa are having a faceoff.
“She has a kid?” Liam says eyes wide and obviously freaked out, “Who���s kid is it?” Elsa rolls her eyes.
“Liam you saw Charlie. Now, please tell me who’s kid you think it is,” she says throwing her braid behind her shoulder.
“Sorry not all of us knew he existed until a couple of seconds minutes ago,” he snaps at her, then turns to Killian, “This is why you’re here?”
“Aye, how’d you know I was here?” Killian asks.
“The letter was on your desk, not hard to figure out where you’d go,” he shrugs.
“Now, that’s cleared up. What the hell give you the right to barge in here and say everything like that?” Killian snaps at his brother.
“I was protecting you,” Liam defends himself.
“No, you were being mean and cruel. I know you weren’t aware about Charlie, but you ever pull a stunt like that in front of him again Emma’s not the only one you’ll have to deal with. Is that understood?” Killian says mad as hell.
“Aye, but-” Liam starts.
“No buts Liam. I’m grown up I don’t need you protecting me anymore. Back off,” Killian says with a certain fire in his eyes. Emma comes out of Charlie’s room with that same fire in her eyes.
“You,” she points at Liam, who now looks terrified, “Now he’s stopped crying and I had to explain some things to him. Things I was saving until he got older, but now I had to do it early and I can have you to thank for that. You and Killian are going to go in there and you will apologize to that boy for scaring him. Then you will properly introduce yourself to him. I swear if you ever do anything like this again I will put you on your back,” she snaps. Liam snorts.
“I’m sorry what was that for?” Emma asks hands on her hips. Killian edging closer to them.
“Lass, you’re terrifying I’ll give you that, but you can’t do that,” he says shaking his head.
“Oh you’ve gone and done it now,” Elsa says. Emma walks up to Liam and flips him onto his back, with a large thud on her floor. She places a foot on his chest. His eyes closed and groaning.
“Now listen here. Right now you don’t like me and frankly I don’t like you. You’ve come into my house, insulted me twice, and scared my son, your nephew by the way. You’ve now seen my threats are to be taken seriously, so when you’re ready you’ll gather yourself and do what I told you,” she orders him. He agrees this time without being rude, so Emma takes her foot off his chest.
The doorbell rings and this time it actually is the pizza. Elsa takes the money and gives it to the delivery guy and takes the pizzas.
Emma stands in Charlie’s doorway while Liam delivers his apology and introduces himself. It all goes much better than Emma ever expected it to. Once it’s over they leave his room and enjoy the pizza. Trying to be sneaky Liam and Elsa hold hands under the table, but everyone besides Charlie notices. During dinner Charlie asks a question that throws the brothers for a loop.
“Mom, are they going to be here for my birthday?” Charlie asks wide eyed.
“Seeing as your birthday is tomorrow, I think so, but you should ask them,” Emma smiles. Charlie looks expectantly at Liam and Killian.
“Will you be here?” he asks excitedly.
“Of course I’ll be here. I planned on staying for a few days,” Killian smiles.
“I’d be more than happy to stay for the lad’s birthday,” Liam agrees, totally caught in a trance by his nephew.
“Yay! What about my party?” Charlie asks. The brother both look to Emma.
“It’s after school on Friday, which also happens to be the last day of  school as well. You’re both more than welcome to come,” Emma says with a raised eyebrow.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Killian says and Charlie looks positively overjoyed.
“I’ll be there as well. Missing one more day of work wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” Liam agrees. Charlie practically falls out of his chair because he’s so excited. Emma smiles, but it falters when she realizes that these men could have been a part of Charlie’s whole life and made him this happy all along.
After dinner Liam and Killian play with Charlie while Emma and Elsa clean up.
“You got awful quiet at the end of dinner there,” Elsa notices the change in her sister’s attitude.
“Just thinking,” Emma mumbles.
“I know when something is wrong with you,” Elsa states hoping that Emma will tell her what’s going on.
“It’s just Charlie was so happy at dinner and it’s because of them,” she gestures towards the living room, “What kind of mother am I to have kept that away from him?” she says tears in her eyes. Elsa places a hand on her back.
“Look you did what you thought was best at the time. Charlie is not an unhappy kid. He is one of the happiest I know, he just has more people to love him now. He absolutely adores you, he thinks you’re the greatest mom ever. He loves you. You’ve always done your best and that’s all you can do,” Elsa encourages her. Emma holds her tears at bay, but the guilt still weighs on her.
Before they put Charlie to bed Liam and Elsa leave for the night. Charlie is pretending to be half asleep. Killian is ready to scoop him in his arms and take him to bed when Emma stops him.
“I will make you brush your teeth even if you are asleep,” she scolds and Charlie opens one eye.
“I don’t want to,” he pouts.
“Tough luck, kid. Get up, let’s go,” Emma tells him. Charlie sighs and both parents escort him into the bathroom and wait for him to be done.
“How did you know he was faking it?” Killian asks in a whisper.
“He hates brushing his teeth will do anything to avoid it. Pretending being asleep is his new trick,” she smiles.
They get him changed into his pajamas. Emma tells one of her bedtime stories including a wide range of voices. Each of which sends Killian into a fit of laughter. Charlie shushes him every time and Emma just smiles. Once the story is over Charlie settles down Emma kisses his forehead, Killian does the same and it brings tears to his eyes. They leave his room and shut the door. She places a hand on his shoulder, they look into each other’s eyes. Before either of them can say anything. Emma walks into the kitchen. He follows her. She grabs two glasses and a bottle of rum from the top shelf.
“I don’t know about you, but it’s been one hell of a day. I need a drink,” she states pouring one glass.
“Aye, I could use one as well,” he sighs and they sit at the kitchen table. She pours him a glass and passes it to him.
“You said you had questions,” she says before taking a drink.
“Aye, I do. I want to be a part of Charlie’s life,” he says.
“That’s not exactly a question,” she points out, “If you want to be a part of his life I’m certainly not going to stop you. He likes you.”
“What do you and him need? I mean raising him on our own couldn’t have been easy,” he rambles on a bit.
“Killian, I’m not going to ask you for money. We don’t need that. That is not why I reached out to you,” she says anger bubbling up inside her. How dare he think she needs his money.
“You haven’t told me much about your life, how would I know that?” he snaps getting angry himself. She takes a breath, knowing he deserves to know how her and Charlie started out.
“I finished college a little late, but I got there. I had to take some time off because of being pregnant and just figuring out how to be mom. I got my degree and my first solo gallery opening is next month. It took a while to make any money as a photographer, unless you really love weddings, so I work part time as a bail bonds person. Turns out I’m pretty good at finding people,” she tells him, “what have you been up to?”
“I’m proud that you followed your dreams, I know how talented you are with that camera of yours. Finished college and my first book was a best-seller, which was not expected. Still live in the same house, but Liam moved out and got a flat closer to his job,” he tells her, she knows there’s more to the story, but for now she doesn’t say anything.
“I read your book,” she admits. A smirk crosses his face.
“Really? What did you think?” he asks her.
“It was amazing truly. I loved it. I knew you were that talented. I never doubted you’d go far,” she tells him.
“Thank you, I mean it I want to be here,” he tells her taking a sip.
“And what does that mean to you? Cause if it’s a monthly check I don’t want it and Charlie won’t either,” she says sternly. Killian winces at this.
“That’s not what I meant earlier, I was just trying to help. I want to see him often. I’ll move here, if that’s alright with you,” he says.
“Of course it is. I told you about him for a reason. For a long time I thought that I could do this on my own, that I should let you live your life, achieve your dreams. Obviously, he needs you in his life,” she tells him.
“Then I’ll be here, I’m not going anywhere,” he says and she believes him, finishing off her drink. She turns to pour herself another one.
“What you said earlier about dating and parenting not mixing, what did that mean?” he asks her. She sighs and finishes her drink in one gulp.
“The few times I tried dating as soon as they found out about Charlie they didn’t want another date. So, I just stopped, It wasn’t worth it,” she shrugs. Oh and I never got over you. I compared each guy I went out with to you and they never matched up. I’m still in love with you. She adds to herself.
“That’s ridiculous. I’m sorry to hear that,” he says voice full of sincerity. She just shrugs. He refills his glass.
“It is what it is. Oh god what about you? Did I drag you away from a girlfriend or wife?” She doesn’t know how she’ll handle it if he’s with someone. He takes a sip before he answers.
“No, just me, love,” he says. She’s taken aback by this because it’s the first time he’s called her that.
“Ah well at least there’s not that complication,” she says.
“Aye, I got close to marriage once though,” he says his cheeks a little rosey from the rum.
“Oh yeah who?” she asks, more curious than anything else.
“She was one of my professors my third year, hindsight probably wasn’t the best idea. She was a recent divorcee and I thought she hung the moon. To her I was young and fun and a totally different from her ex-husband. We loved each other, but tragically she died in a car wreck,” he explains. Emma reaches out and touches his hand.
“I’m sorry that happened, but I’m glad you had someone like that,” she tells him. He nods and her hand slips away.
“Thanks, love.” He takes another sip of the rum.
“Now, how much you wanna bet your brother didn’t find a hotel and went home with Elsa?” Emma smirks and Killian laughs.
“Oh he’s most definitely there,” he chuckles and she just shakes her head.
“I’m turning in for the night,” she yawns, “I don’t know if you have a place to stay, but you’re more than welcome to the couch.”
“I um got a hotel, but what are the plans tomorrow for the lad’s birthday tomorrow?” he asks, slipping on his leather jacket.
“Nothing really in the morning, but after school I was going to take him to get ice cream and then go to the park. He loves this little hole in the wall diner. We went there a lot when he was young, the owner knows us well. Gifts after dinner. Nothing too elaborate, since his party is the next day,” she explains.
“Sounds grand. Can I bring by breakfast, walk to school with you two?” he asks, scratching his ear. His nervous tick never went away.
“That’d be nice. We leave for school at 7:40, so any time before then would be great,” she nods. He smiles.
“Noted, but I’ll let you get to bed. Goodnight, love,” he tells her and she opens the door.
“Goodnight.” He walks out and she shuts and locks the door behind him. She leans against the door. Spending all day with him nearly broke her heart. God she loves him so much. She knew she’d always love him, but dear god. It was so hard to be with him all day. He looks so good, he always did, but he grew into his lanky body. He looked like a strong man now. She ruined everything with him, he’s the only one she’s ever loved. It just may kill her to be around him and not be with him. The only that will get Emma through this is Charlie, she’s doing this for him.
Killian leans against the door after he hears the lock slide into place. Oh gods she is beautiful. She was always radiant, his Swan, but both of them grew out of their lanky youths and she was a woman. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. After Milah’s death he thought he would never love again, but his love for Emma snuck up on him from the dark shadows of his heart. Maybe it never went away, but just hid until she came back into his life. Came back with their son. A son who looked just like him. Emma was wrong though Charlie has her smile and her laughter. All day he wanted to touch Emma, to reach out to her and let her know it would all be okay. It came as a shock to him when she reached out first, when she grabbed his hand. He could still feel where she touched him. Being around her will be difficult, but they both have to focus on Charlie.
The next morning Killian comes by at 7 o’clock sharp. Donuts in hand and bearclaw for Emma. He hopes she still likes them. When he knew her all those years ago she would have torn someone’s arm off for a bearclaw. He knocks on the door and a couple minutes later Charlie comes to the door fully dressed.
“Mom said I had to answer the door since she was only half dressed,” Charlie shrugs. Killian laughs and follows his son in. He shuts the door and locks it behind him. Killian sets the donuts on the island.
“Happy birthday my boy,” Killian says and Charlie jumps into his arms. Killian holds on tight.
“Thanks, Dad,” Charlie says and Killian kisses his head. He gently sets the boy down.
“Now, have you eaten yet?” Killian asks and Charlie shakes his head, “Swan, what does the boy drink at breakfast?” Killian shouts.
“Milk!” Emma shouts back.
“You know I could’ve told you that,” Charlie says full of sass, which he got from both his parents.
“I’m sure you could have, but I never want to upset your mother. Now how about you help me get some drinks together and where some other things are?” he asks. Charlie nods enthusiastically. He gets Charlie started with some milk and insists the boy sit down. He does begrudgingly. When Emma comes out fully dressed for the day there is coffee ready and Killian is making eggs.
“Wow, we should have you around more mornings,” Emma jokes, “What’s going on?” Killian throws a towel over his shoulder.
“Well Swan, our boy here will be ingesting quite a lot of sugar and I figured some protein wouldn’t hurt him,” he says.
“Good thinking,” she said looking in the box, “You bought bear claws?”
“Just for you my dear, the lad likes regular donuts?” he asks looking at Charlie, who’s nodding.
“He does, I’ll deal with these don’t burn the eggs,” she tells him. She notices his eyes are racking over her. He is most definitely checking her out. She shakes her head and pulls down some plates, she cannot think about that right now. Charlie picks out the donut he wants, Killian scoops some eggs on his plate. Emma pours some coffee and bites into her bear claw. She then gets a call a few minutes later.
“Yeah, no I’ll be in,” a pause and she paces, “You have a case?” another pause, “Okay you know I can’t tomorrow,” she frowns, “You’re planning a take down saturday. Alright I’ll work something out.” She hangs up and takes an aggressive bite of her bear claw.
“A take down, love?” Killian asks curious.
“Yeah, it sounds worse than it is,” she shrugs. Even Charlie gives her a look.
“Sometimes she wears a nice dress to them,” the kid shakes his head.
“A nice dress hmm?” Killian teases with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“I’m not explaining that one in front of our son, who needs to finish up his breakfast,” she scolds. Charlie sighs and finishes eating. They get their things together and head out. Once again Charlie holds both parents hands.
“So why does the birthday kid have to bring the cupcakes? That seems a little backwards to me,” Killian says.
“That’s what Mom says, but it’s just how it goes,” Charlie shrugs and Killian just smiles at his son’s witty comeback. The both kiss him goodbye and Henry helps Charlie carry in the cupcakes.
“So I have to work today, but I’ll be here when school gets out,” Emma states.
“I figured as much, but I was going to set out and get his gift for tonight. A lego set a good idea?” he asks unsure.
“Actually yeah. He’s got the one that’s a house, the firestation one, and the police station just so you don’t buy the same one,” she shrugs.
“Thanks, love. I’ll see you later,” he smiles. His has grazes her arm as he walks away. The move leaves her shocked and standing there speechless. Even the littlest touch leaves her wanting more.
“When were you going tell me about him?” Regina asks as she walks up.
“Soon, but he hopped on a plane the night I told him and was essentially here the next day. Sorry I didn’t call, things got more complicated last night,” Emma sighs.
“Family is always complicated. Will the complications cause a problem at the birthday party?” Regina asks, crossing her arms.
“No, it’s fine now. I’ve got to go. I’ve got the boys for pick up. Alright if Henry gets ice cream with us?” Emma asks.
“Of course. I’ll pick him up before dinner,” Regina nods as the women head in different directions.
That day Emma decides to take on what has been deemed a relatively easy skip. Tink claims she’ll be done before lunch and well she’s wrong. Emma barely tackles the guy down by two and she manages to scratch up her arm when she tackles him. By the time she she gets him to the police station and has her slip signed it’s almost three. She’s definitely going to be late. She speeds most of the way to the school. Luckily she gets there a minute before the bell rings and runs up to drop off. Killian is pacing waiting for her. When she runs up he looks relieved instantly.
“Where the bloody hell have you been?” he asks in a hushed tone as the bell rings.
“I had a skip that took longer than I thought it would,” she hisses, trying regain her breath. Charlie and Henry run up to them.
“How did the cupcakes go?” Emma asks with a smile. Both the boys are beaming.
“Great! They sung Happy Birthday,” Charlie cheers with a smile.
“Of course they did, lad,” Killian says.
“You’re right he does talk funny,” Henry says to Charlie. Emma rolls her eyes and Killian laughs once again.
“You must be Henry,” Killian sticks out his hand, “I’m Charlie’s dad.” Henry takes his hand and they shake.
“So who’s ready for ice cream?” Emma asks hands on her hips. Both boys jump up and down. They walk to a small ice cream shop near the local park. When the boys are finding a table in the shop, Killian gives her a curious look.
“Love, what happened to your arm?” Killian asks brow furrowed.
“Just got a little scratched up in the take down,” she shrugs it off as she heads out after the boys.
“Swan, you need to take care of that,” he tells her.
“I will when we get home,” she tells him when they reach the table. The group has a nice time, even though Killian keeps giving Emma worried looks. After ice cream they let the boys run their sugar rush off in park.
Once they get to the apartment Killian entertains the boys while Emma cleans up her scratch. She’s definitely had worse, so she’s cleaned up and bandaged in no time at all. Killian approaches her in the kitchen.
“All better, Swan?” he asks and she nods. Regina comes by soon after to pick up Henry. From there Emma, Charlie, and Killian head to Granny’s, the beloved matriarch welcomes them with open arms.
“It’s been too long since you brought the young boy around,” Granny tells her from across the counter with a look.
“I know, but since it’s his birthday I told him we just had to come see you, tradition and all,” Emma smiles at the woman. After hugging Granny Charlie has dragged Killian into their usual booth.
“The man is his father?” Granny asks, eying Killian.
“Yeah, it’s all rather new. I’m not used to sharing him quite yet,” Emma explains.
“You seem to be doing just fine,” Granny says, giving her the smallest of smiles. Emma nods and joins the group at the table.
“I told Elsa to meet us here I’m sure she’ll bring a long Liam,” she smiles at Charlie, “Are you getting your usual, kid?”
“Yup,” he nods not even picking up a menu. Killian picks one up and looks up and down the choices.
“What’s good here, lad?” Killian asks his son. Charlie perks up a little at this.
“Pretty much anything, it’s Granny’s. You can’t go wrong with much here, but mom always gets grilled cheese and onion rings and I like the chicken strips and fries. What does Aunt Elsa get I can’t remember?” he asks Emma.
“I like The BLT,” Elsa says as she approaches the table with Liam in toe, “but Granny has a good french dip as well.” Liam slides in with Killian and Elsa slides in next to Charlie. Charlie gives her a hug and she tells him happy birthday. The brothers need a few minutes to make a decision, but in the end they do. The little family has a wonderful dinner full of laughter and celebration for Charlie. Granny even brings out a cupcake with a CJ and a candle on it. Liam and Killian are both confused by it, but continue on singing happy birthday. Charlie screws his eyes shut and blows out the candle making a wish. When Charlie is about halfway through his cupcake Liam has the courage to ask the question.
“CJ? Am I missing something?” Liam asks the table and Killian lays eyes on Emma across the table. Elsa’s head snaps towards Emma.
“I thought you told him everything,” Elsa asks Emma, who clenches her jaw at this comment.
“Almost everything I was getting there,” Emma hisses through her teeth at her sister.
“Ladies,” Killian says expectantly.
“CJ stands for Charles Jones, of course,” Charlie himself pipes up, finally finishing his cupcake.
“Jones?” The brothers say at the same time.
“Yeah,” Charlie shrugs, “Mom said I looked so much like you I had to be a Jones. That I didn’t look like a Swan, I’ve told her that’s not how last names worked,” Charlie says with a shake of his head. Emma kisses the top of his head and wipes the remaining frosting off his face.
“You’re special so I had to give a name that was special too,” she smiles down at him. When she looks back to the brothers they are clearly having a moment. They gather themselves together rather quickly.
“Of course he needed a special name,” Liam confirms and Killian nods. Killian can’t take his eyes off Emma he knows there is more backstory to why Charlie has his surname, but he won’t ask her here. Gods every time he thinks he getting even slightly used to the idea of having a kid something comes a long and knocks him off his feet.
Liam insists on paying for dinner, Elsa just rolls her eyes and Emma doesn’t argue, she’s not one to turn down free food. With the promise of gifts at home Charlie nearly drags all of them out the door.
Once home the gifts are gathered and Emma is even surprised that the one from Killian is wrapped.
Anna sent her gift to Elsa who hands it over to the birthday boy, who is jumping up and down with excitement. She sent a book full of pictures from all the National Parks (being a park ranger herself it’s a pretty typical gift from her other sister). Next Charlie tears into Elsa’s gift, which is a giant set of sidewalk chalk with almost every color you could think of. Charlie proceeds to give his aunt a big hug saying he loved it.
The gift from Killian is next, although he claims it’s from both Liam and him. Charlie smiles and rips off the wrapping paper. It’s a huge lego set of a pirate ship and Charlie’s eyes go wide.
“No way! Pirates!” Charlie almost yells out. He barrels right into Killian who accepts him with open arms.
“Thanks, dad!” Then he hugs Liam as well, “thanks Uncle Liam!” Both of the men looked all choked up by this.
“Of course, son,” Killian smiles at him. Emma brings out her gift, which is new bike with a giant bow on it. Charlie just about loses his mind.
“A bike?!” he shrieks, surprised.
“Yes, you outgrew your little trike a while ago, but you must wear a helmet at all times while on it,” she tells him and he nods. He crashes her with a giant hug too.
“Thanks, Mom,” he tells her. She beams down at him.
“You’re welcome, Kid. Now, I want a picture, so get on that thing and smile,” Emma commands him. He follows her request and gets on the bike. Emma snaps a few pictures on her phone then with her camera. Liam and Elsa bow out around then, wishing Charlie a happy birthday once again.
“Does he have a helmet already, love?” he asks her, while she’s taking yet another picture.
“He needs a new one, but I didn’t know what would fit him at the store, so I’ll probably take him sometime this weekend,” she shrugs, deciding that she finally has enough pictures.
“Maybe we could all go after school tomorrow?” he asks her.
“It will pretty busy with getting ready for his party, I was thinking Saturday,” Charlie attempts to pedal forward slightly on the bike, but Emma catches him just in time, “I don’t think so, kid. Nice try though. No biking inside the house either.” she scolds him. He sighs and his shoulder droop.
“No pouting, lad. Your mom is right. Besides after you get a helmet I’m sure you’ll have some time to ride this weekend,” Killian tells him and Charlie’s face lights up.
“Will you teach me how?” Charlie asks him. Killian looks to Emma who gives him an encouraging nod.
“Of course I will. I’m sure your mom will be there to document everything,” Killian says placing a hand on his shoulder. Emma smiles then notices the time.
“Okay, kid it’s way past your bedtime and you have school tomorrow,” Emma tells him, just as he lets out a yawn. Killian and Emma help him get ready for bed. As soon as his head hits the pillow Charlie is asleep. They shut his door quietly on their way out.
Killian turns to Emma with an expectant look.
“Love,” he sighs, not quite knowing where to start. She walks away to clean up all the trash from Charlie’s gifts.
“Killian, I don’t have it in me to fight with you about whatever it is you’re upset about,” she tells him.
“That’s too damn bad. When the hell were you going to tell me he had my name?” he asks her keeping his voice quiet. She throws the trash down on the floor in frustration.
“I was waiting until you used to having a son, before telling you that. Are you really that upset he has your name?” She says crossing her arms.
“No, I’m not upset because of that, but why on earth wouldn’t you give him your name? I just don’t understand,” he says shaking his head.
“I was always going to tell you about him, at least that was what I kept telling myself. I wanted you to achieve all your dreams and having a kid is hard and you were a continent away. I know I hurt you and I’m sorry, there’s no changing what happened. The day he was born I saw his little blue eyes and his almost full head of hair, I almost broke down and called you. I wanted to tell you, truly I did. He just looked so much like you and I only ever associated Swan with being left behind, about not being wanted. He couldn’t have that name, I never wanted him to feel like that. You and Liam were everything a family was supposed to be and I wanted him to have that. I wanted him to know he was always loved,” she says tears brimming in her eyes.
“He knows he’s loved, he has so many fantastic women and friends in his life. Love, at that point why not just tell me?” he asks, moving closer. Slowly closing the gap between them.  
“Don’t you get it? I love you too much, I couldn’t be the reason you would put all your dreams on hold,” she says frustrated.
“What if this was my dream? Being with you, having a family. I love writing, but Emma don’t you know I love you and Charlie a million times more than any job?” he tells her and she just stands there blinking at him. Did he say that he loves her? How?
“I- you can’t love me, I hurt you,” she stammers, tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Emma, I loved you since we were eighteen. I was mad and hurt, but that never stopped me from loving you,” he says.
He cups her cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing her tears away. She pulls him close and her lips brush his ever so carefully. Their lips brush against each other once more before she kisses him. Her fingers move up into his hair. She forgot the feel of his lips on hers, about how well he could kiss her. God she never wanted this feeling to end, like she found her other half. They just seemed to fit together.
The feel of her in his arms once again was something he would never tire of. Her soft lips against his. He fears this isn’t real and clutches to her tightly, never wanting to let go, never wanting this moment to end. He had missed her deeply. Even when he was with Milah, he knew something wasn’t quite right. There was always something missing. The simple fact is she wasn’t Emma.
When they part minutes later Emma is pressed against the counter, thoughts of cleaning up long forgotten. The kiss took their breath away and they lean against the other for support. He kisses her forehead before disentangling himself from her. She grabs his hand and looks into his blue eyes.
“It’s late and we have an early morning,” he states.
“I know, but stay please,” she asks him, pulling him towards her bedroom. He’s taken aback by her request.
“What about Charlie and the mess?” he says looking around.
“You wake with the dawn, if I remember correctly. Charlie, won’t know. I’ll get the trash in the morning. Unless, you don’t want to stay,” she stops and looks back to him. He pulls her into him and kisses her, pushing her into her bedroom door. He pulls away and places a hand on her hip.
“My love, there is nowhere I’d rather be. I just don’t want to traumatize our son,” he tells her with a smirk.
“He’ll be fine, he’s out like a light. You haven’t called me that in a long time,” she says.
“Well, it’s been awhile for us,” he points out and she cringes at this. She’s reminded of how their in this situation because of her. She looks down not wanting to see the look in his eyes. He tilts her head up to meet his eyes.
“Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Don’t beat yourself up, my love,” he tells her. She nods and opens the door. They don’t waste any time getting into bed. He just pulls her into his arms and holds her.
“You know I’ve been wondering something,” he muses, quietly.
“What’s that?” she asks, grabbing his hand. He intertwines his fingers with hers.
“Do you know when Charlie was conceived? Because these past couple of days I’ve been trying to figure out when it was,” he tells her, his head dipping to kiss her shoulder. She chuckles.
“I’ve thought about that a lot. I’m pretty sure it was the time on the boat,” she says turning to look into his eyes. Realization dawns over Killian.
“Oh yeah it was definitely that time,” he smirks, “Although I wondered if it was the time we went skinny dipping.”  Emma blushes.
“Hmm, no that would’ve been too early in the summer. God, I miss those days,” she says.
“Things were easier back then,” he agrees and she nods.
“Killian,” she starts not quite knowing what to say, but knowing they have so much to figure out. She feels so at ease with him, it can’t be so easy to fall back into a relationship with him. Can it?
“Don’t worry about it now. We have time to figure everything out. It’s late it can wait for the morning,” he whispers and she relaxes in his arms. Not long after they both fall asleep.
Sometime in the early morning hours Charlie is standing at the edge of the bed shaking Emma awake.
“Mom,” he sniffles and she opens one eye, still half asleep.
“Kid, what’s wrong?” she asks, blinking sleep out of her eyes. Killian stirs next to her.
“I had a nightmare,” he tells her. She sits up and pulls him up into the bed. He nestles into her chest and she rubs his back. Killian finally wakes up and sits up in bed too.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice full of the drowsiness of sleep. Killian slowly sits up.
“Nightmare,” she tells him. Charlie turns to Killian, who wipes the tears off his son’s cheek.
“Lad, you want to talk about it?” he asks and Charlie shakes his head.
“Are you and Mom getting back together?” Is what their son asks instead. They both get wide eyed and look at each other. They certainly haven’t talked about this. Killian takes the lead on this one.
“That’s a little complicated,” Charlie sighs at this and Killian stops talking, surprised.
“Charles, what’s with the attitude?” Emma asks.
“You said the same thing when I asked you about Dad. Why is all of this complicated?” Charlie sighs dramatically.
“You’ll understand when you grow up, but your mom and I had this long journey to get where we are now. I’m not going to speak for her, but I love her very much. I love you very much too, so no matter what I’ll always be here for you. How does that sound?” Killian tells him and Charlie nods, yawning. He leans back into Emma’s chest.
“Alright, you need sleep. We’ll talk more later,” he tells a half asleep Charlie.
“I can put him back in his bed,” Killian offers. Emma just shakes her head. She places Charlie between her and Killian, who scoots over to make room.
“He usually sleeps with me after a nightmare,” she whispers. Killian nods and all three settle in, falling asleep quickly.
As Emma stated Killian was up with the dawn despite the late night. He kisses both Charlie and Emma on the forehead before making his way into the kitchen. He cleans up the mess from the night before and gets coffee started. Emma treads out a few minutes later, looking around the kitchen.
“You didn’t have to clean up or start coffee,” she tells him and he wraps an arm around her waist, bringing her in close.
“It’s the least I could do,” he tells her.
“We have so much to figure out,” she says, her voice muffled as she buries her head into his chest.
“We do, but let’s get the lad to school first,” he says and she agrees. He kisses her quickly and she has to make herself leave his arms to wake up Charlie.
Once everyone is dressed and fed the three of them head out the door. The walk to school is quick and when Charlie sees Henry, he says goodbye to his parents and runs off to meet up with his friend. Regina spots them and heads over.
“Do you still need help setting up the party?” Regina asks, an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah the more hands we have the quicker this will get done, if you don’t mind,” Emma says.
“Of course not,” Regina says.
“Great, just come over to my place at three and we can load up the cars and head over,” Emma smiles.
“Good, I’ll see you then. You’ve got the boys of this half day nonsense?” Regina says shaking her head.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” Emma confirms. Regina nods, heads to work. Killian turns to Emma.
“Where is the party?” he asks her as they walk back.
“This arcade place with ball pit and games. He’s been dying to do the bumper cars,” she tells him.
“Ah I see, sounds like a fun time,” he says and she nods. An awkward silence settles between them. The knot in Emma’s stomach grows and grows the closer they get to her place. When the front door shuts behind them, they turn to each other.
“What are we doing?” she asks crossing her arms.
“Do you need a label for us?” he asks her.
“You know I have never cared about that, but Charlie will ask more questions and so will our family. I have never cared for gossip, but parents talk and kids are mean to those who are different,” Emma says.
“You think he’ll get bullied because we’re together?” he asks.  
“Having a single mother didn’t do him any favors,” she shrugs, “Again, kids are mean.” He walks up to her and places a hand on her shoulder.
“My love, we love each other and we have a child. I intend on moving here and spending time with my family. We will deal with the rest as it comes,” he tells her. Emma presses a kiss into his lips. He holds onto her tightly as he deepens the kiss. Her hand clutches his bicep and his arm wraps around her waist.  She pulls back and rests her forehead against his.
“As much as I’d love to kiss you all day, we’ve got stuff to do for the party,” she tells him. He kisses her forehead.
“Of course, my love. What’s first?” He asks her. Emma sets Killian up with putting together the gift bags that follow the pirate theme they have going for the party this year. Once he gets going, she heads out to the bakery.
When she returns Charlie’s pirate ship cake in hand she spots Liam and Elsa in her kitchen helping Killian.
“Called in reinforcements?” she asks Killian, who smiles at her return.
“No, they just showed up. Told me that they have some news, but refused to say anything until you showed up,” he tells her. She slides the cake into the fridge for safe keeping.
“What’s the news?” Emma asks looking from her sister to Liam.
“I’ve decided that I’m going to move here,” Liam tells them, wrapping his arm around Elsa and bringing her close. Emma’s jaw drops and she looks to Killian.
“You are? What about your job?” Killian asks, shocked.
“There are more important things than work and I’m sure I’ll be able to find something here,” he smiles. Killian is in shock, when they were younger Liam and Elsa were together at the same time as Killian and Emma were dating. Unlike Emma and Killian they tried to make long distance work and ultimately it didn’t. Their break up was a blowout and they were both furious with one another. A year or two later they ran into each other when Liam was traveling for work and they reconnected. Ever since they have used their vacation time to be together and when they are away from each other they weren’t a couple. Killian knows it has been hard on Liam because he has been in love with Elsa for such a long time and has longed for more with her.
“So, are you finally going to make an honest woman out of her?” Emma asks half joking.
“Actually yes,” Elsa says smiling as she sticks out her left hand, that has a ring with a huge diamond on it.
“What? When?” Emma asks, pulling Elsa’s closer to examine the ring.
“Last night. He said he was tired of being a continent away and that he wants us to be together,” Elsa says absolutely grinning ear to ear.
“Oh congratulations!” Emma says enveloping Elsa in a big hug. Killian still hasn’t moved from his spot. Once Emma lets go of Elsa she nudges him not that gently and he seems to snap out of it.
“Congratulations brother,” he says hugging Liam.
“I was starting to think you were going to be stuck that way,” Liam whispers and Killian shakes his head.
“I just didn’t think you were ever going to give up your job and move here. I’m glad you did. Both of you deserve to be happy,” Killian tells him.
“Thanks little brother,” he says.
“Younger,” Killian corrects him and Liam laughs.
After they pick up Charlie that afternoon the day becomes a whirlwind of preparation for the party. Luckily Henry is there to distract Charlie and keep him busy. Once Regina arrives they load up her car and head over to the arcade. While Liam and Killian are off distracting the boys Regina finally can have a word with Emma.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Regina asks with a raised eyebrow. Elsa looks at Emma, who sighs, but tells Regina everything.
“So are you with him or what? Because you two have been sharing yearning looks all day,” Regina states.
“I don’t yearn!” Emma exclaims and Elsa just laughs.
“Oh come on. You never stopped loving him. That’s why you haven’t moved on from him,” Elsa says eyebrow quirked.
“I don’t need to be psychoanalyzed thank you very much,” Emma snaps. Elsa reels back from her sister’s sharp words.
“Emma, you didn’t answer the question,” Regina points out, hands on hips.
“Yeah we are, he said he wants to be here with his family,” Emma says not really looking at either one of them.
“So did you sleep with him?” Elsa says bluntly and Emma just glares at her sister.
“No, they have too much tension they haven’t slept together,” Regina comments off handedly.
“Seriously? I bet Liam twenty bucks you two jumped each other,” Elsa sighs. Emma puts her hands on her hips.
“Seriously? You’re betting on us?” Emma asks and Elsa shrugs. The group falls quiet as the first kids arrive.
The party goes off without a hitch. The kids have a good time and Charlie opens all his gifts. Killian is great at wrangling the kids and keeping them out of trouble as much as possible. When the last kid is picked up by their parent Charlie is sleepy and Killian carries him out to the car. They put him to bed while Elsa and Liam bring in the gifts. Soon after the happy  couple leave for the night.
Emma smiles just as Killian practically plops into a chair at the kitchen table. Chasing six year olds around for an evening is exhausting work.
“You know Elsa and Liam are betting on us?” she asks. This catches his attention.
“What was the bet?” he smirks. Emma blushes.
“Whether or not we’ve slept together,” she says shaking her head. He quirks his eyebrow at this. He stands up from the chair with a sudden surge of energy and moves closer to her.
“You’d think they’d have better things to talk about being newly engaged in all,” he says, his voice becoming low and husky. He’s so close now he’s pressing her ass into the kitchen counter.
“You would think so,” she says with a mischievous grin on her face. He licks his lips before she reaches up, her lips claiming his as her own. The kiss deepens and he will never tire of having her in his arms. Their lips never leave each other but slowly they make their way towards her bedroom, various items of clothing being strewn across the floor on the way.
The next day Killian wakes early, kissing Emma’s forehead before he leaves the bed. She stirs when senses his absence from the bed. Her eyes flutter open and she sees him getting dressed. He smiles when he sees she’s awake.
“It’s six am on a Saturday, where could you possibly be going?” she mumbles, sleep thick in her voice.
“I need new clothes my love,” he says sitting on the edge of bed in front of her.
“Are you sure you do?” she teases him and he chuckles.
“Hmm as tempting as it would be to spend the day naked with you. I’m afraid our son would object,” he tells her.
“I guess you’re right,” she sighs.
“I’ll be back before you know it. I’m just going to grab a few things,” he says to her, about to leave. Her hand takes his causing him to stop.
“You know you could just bring your things here and not have to waste money on a hotel,” she says her eyes gazing into his.
“Are you sure?” He asks, brushing some hair out of her face.
“Yeah you should be here. I want you here and I’m sure Charlie does too,” she says blushing. He kisses her lightly and then pulls away.
“There is nowhere else I’d rather be,” he says smiling, “I may gone for a bit to get his straightened out, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She nods and kisses her again before leaving. Emma drifts back to sleep.
About an hour later she wakes again and knows Charlie will be up soon. She slips on her robe and when she makes it out to the kitchen she finds that Killian has already picked up and folded all the clothes that were left on the floor.
She begins to brew some coffee and starts a load of laundry. Not long after Charlie comes out in his pajamas, rubbing his eye.
“Schools out kid you can sleep in,” Emma tells him. Before he can respond his stomach growls and she laughs.
“Let’s get you some food,” she says ruffling his hair. He climbs onto a stool at the island while she whips up some pancakes.
“Is dad coming back today?” Charlie asks her and she flips the pancakes before answering trying to gather herself. She looks over to him.
“Yes he is. Actually your dad is staying with us for a while. How do you feel about that?” she asks him.
“Happy, I like dad. You really think he’ll teach me how to ride my bike?” Charlie asks.
“Of course he will. We’re getting you a helmet today,” she says turning her attention back to the pancakes.
“So you and dad are together?” is his next question. She piles some pancakes on plate for him.
“Yeah we are. What do you think about that?” she asks setting the plate in front of him. Charlie dumps syrup over the pancakes.
“It’s good. He makes you happy. You smile more when he’s around,” he smiles before taking a big bite of pancakes.
“Yeah he does,” she smiles before making more pancakes. Her phone rings as the same time as their is a knock on the door. Emma directs Charlie to see who is at the door and answers the phone.
“Emma, can you still do the take down tonight?” Tink asks her on the other end. Charlie walks in with Killian, duffle bag in hand. He smiles at her and silently takes over the cooking.
“Yeah I can do that tonight. Who’s the guy?” Emma asks. Tink gives Emma a run down of his crimes and promises to send a picture later on. The guy likes to hang out in a dive bar across town and he’s most likely to be there. She’ll have to wait until late tonight to go over there. Once she hangs up Killian sets pancakes in front of her.
“Work, my love?” he asks kissing her cheek. Charlie’s face wrinkles up at this.
“Are you guys going to be gross all the time now?” he asks, annoyed. Killian laughs and so does Emma.
“Why yes my son we will be. That’s what happens when you love each other,” he tells Charlie and Emma kisses Killian once again. Charlie groans in the background.
“It was work I’m going to have go in late tonight. Would you stay with Charlie?” she asks him and he smiles.
“Of course.”
The trip to the store for a helmet was a whole ordeal in itself, more of one than Emma thought it would be. Killian insisted Charlie have the best helmet the store could offer, which she agreed until she saw the price tag. Surely the twelve dollar helmet was just as good as the thirty five dollar one. Killian would not budge and she gave in saying he could waste his money on whatever he liked. Then Charlie insisted on having a red helmet, color was the most important thing to the six year old. That was why their quick trip ended up taking an hour.
Emma and Killian take Charlie to the nearby park to teach him how to ride his bike. With the camera strapped around Emma’s neck she’s ready to take a million pictures of the two of them.
The bike still has the training wheels for now just to let him get used to the bike. She’s sure in no time he’ll be able to ride without them. Killian coaches him through all the motions and he’s doing fine. Emma’s snapping away taking pictures.
“I want to try it for real,” Charlie tells them. Emma looks surprised, but Killian doesn’t miss a beat before taking off the training wheels. Killian holds on to him for a bit around the part, but he lets go and Charlie speeds off for a few feet and when he looks like he’s about to topple over Killian catches him.
“Ah careful lad, balance is a little tricky on this suckers. Try again?” he asks and Charlie nods determined. It takes a few tries, but eventually Charlie gets the hang of it and is doing laps around Emma and Killian. By now Emma has a million pictures and a few videos as well.
“Look at him go. To be honest I didn’t know we would be taking off the training wheels,” Emma tells Killian.
“He was determined, nothing was stopping him. Reminds me of someone,” he chuckles.
“Who?” she asks her brow furrowed.
“His mother of course,” Killian says slipping his hand into hers. She blushes and shakes her head.
“You’ll be safe tonight?” he asks her.
“Of course, I always am,” she tells him and he brings her hand up to kiss it. Charlie comes to a halt in front of them, a little out of breath.
“Yes?” Emma prompts while he catches his breath.
“I’m hungry,” is all he says.
“Bottomless stomach this one,” she teases him, “come on, it’s almost time for dinner anyway,” she says. Charlie leads the way home on his bike while Killian and Emma trail behind him.
After they put Charlie to bed that night Emma gets ready to catch her skip. Tink says he hangs out in a seedy hole in the wall bar on the other side of town, so Emma dresses the part and hopes to catch his attention. When she walks out Killian’s jaw drops. It takes him a minute to collect himself but he does.
“Is this what Charlie meant when he said you dressed up?” he asks pulling her close to him.
“Yes, it’s called a honey trap,” she tells him.
“Should I be worried you’re dressing up to go see other men?” he jokes and she laughs.
“No, but if this you being jealous I find it incredibly hot,” she whispers in his ear before kissing his cheek and walking out the door. He has to adjust himself and damn her for turning him on before leaving. He sits up on the couch waiting for her to come back because he won’t lie he’s worried about her. Killian knows she’s strong and can handle herself, but while she’s worrying about everyone else someone should worry about her.
Typically honey traps go one of two ways. One, she puts a boot on the guys car so he can’t run too far when they figure out who she is. Two, they fall into her trap and don’t realize what is going on until the cuffs are on. The guy tonight fell outside the norm and decided to punch her in hopes of getting a head start on her, which she was not expecting and didn’t have time to dodge. Much to his dismay Emma taught him and took his ass down to the station. She gladly takes the slip from the officer on duty before storming out. The piece of shit clocked her jaw. It wasn’t broken or out of the joint, but it certainly hurt like hell.
When outside her apartment door she takes a deep breathe before walking in. She finds Killian passed out on the couch, she walks over and kisses his forehead. He stirs at this and when she quietly says his name.
“You’re home,” he says still struggling to wake up.
“Yes, now it’s time for bed,” she says walking into the kitchen. She grabs a bag of peas from the freezer and gingerly places them on her jaw, even then she winces. Killian walks in rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“My love, what happened?” he asks, concerned.
“The skip got a little angry, but I got him in the end,” she says.
“Will let me look at it?” he asks and she nods. He takes the frozen peas from her. He grimaces, already the beginnings of a bruise are starting to form on her jaw.
“Yeah that will bruise. Would you like something for the pain?” he asks her tenderly kissing her temple.
“Please,” she says reapplying the ice pack. He comes back with some pain killers which she gladly takes with some water. He leads her to bed and holds her in his arms.
“I like having you here, I like coming home to you,” she mumbles into his chest.
“There is no where else I would rather be,” he says kissing the top of her head. They have more to figure out about their new life and each other, but they will do it together. Killian still can’t believe his life changed with one phone call.
Emma drifts to sleep in Killian’s arms and this feels like home to her, being right here, hearing his heartbeat. Between Charlie’s questions about his father and that one phone call their lives changed in the best way possible.
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Answer the odd numbers!
Oh, wow, that’s a lot XD I’ll try to do as many as I can, but I shall try to keep it briefer than usual. If something is too difficult, then I’ll skip. Let’s go! 1) Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? My friends are trying to get me into spotify, I tend to use soundcloud more, but my preferred way of finding new music has often ended up being accidentally leaving youtube on in a tab after a song finished, and having it cycle through sort-of related music.
3) what color are your eyes?Reasonably light brown. Someone was once nice enough to tell me they look like honey, when I’m in the sun.
5) what is your relationship status? Not where I see myself in the longterm.
7) what color hair do you have?Darkish brown. I dye it almost exactly the colour it naturally is. Or was, before the Grey Hair Fairy frosted my temples with some serious silver.
9) where do you shop?The high street, and online? Nowhere particularly fancy. Occasinally I’ll be tempted by something off etsy. 11) favorite social media accountIn terms of personally, I keep up with a lot of people I don’t see often through facebook. But I really enjoy the community we have here. 13) any siblings?A younger sister and a much younger brother. I’m the dorky, embarrasing but protective eldest.
15)favorite snapchat filter? Um… I don’t use snapchat often. Hmm. Anything that lets you transform two pictures at once, because then I can pull someone else in for a selfie! XD17) how many times a week do you shower?Weird question, but the answer is; as often as I can. You want to wash the hospital off you. 19) shoe size?Either 4, 41/2 or 5 in UK sizes (so between 37 and 38 in European sizes), no idea what that is in US measurements. It’s small enough that sometimes I end up in the kiddy section.
21) sandals or sneakers? Depends on for what. Sneakers are generally good for most things, but there are times when sandals are more appropriate.
23) describe your dream dateI don’t know about dream, but a nice lunch on a sunny day, followed by a trip to a gallery or a museum, or perhaps a nice walk is 1000 times better than catching drinks in a crowded bar. As for anyone who drags someone to excercise on a ‘date’…no. Just no. 25) what color socks are you wearing? They happen to be black socks with tigers on them.
27) do you have a job? what do you do? I sometimes give hope, I always give support, but I cannot always give life when time has run out.
29) whats the worst thing you have ever done? The thing I’m most cringey about is the time I offended a classmate in primary school. I must have been 7. They asked me why I didn’t invite them to my party, and I gave them a reason that was both untrue and rude, and in the end I invited them and I came. But I’m still not sure why I did that.
31) 3 favorite boy names
I don’t know. Names I prefer in guys I’m seeing? Or for future kids? Or characters? Because those answers would all be different…
33) favorite actor?Right now, let’s say Robin Williams and Emma Thompson. I could say more, but then we’d be here all day.
35)who is your celebrity crush?I’m going to have to be really, really cliche and say Tom Hiddleston. That voice would sound compelling even if it was just reading out his shopping list, and he has really nice hands. I also think Jensen Ackles is pretty ahem, delectable, too.
37) do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I love to read, with a passion. But I go through periods where I read a lot, and others when I read much less. Picking one book would be an impossibility.
39) do you have a nickname? what is it? Trying to find one which isn’t some derivative of my name, or just plain weird is hard.
41) top 10 favorite songsThis would probably require too much thought to answer right now.
43) what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)Oily. Definitely wasn’t blessed on the skin front, but such is life. Weirdly, friends keep telling me they thinl I have clear skin, and I’m like ‘whose face have you been looking at?!’ Which just does to show that we’re the only ones who notice our own blemishes. Take for example, scars. I have a few (!!) on my face, and people can know me for years and not realise they are there. Then literally turn around one day and say “OMG, what happened to your FACE?” To which I reply… “Um, nothing? It’s always like this.”.
45) how many kids do you want? This is not something I’ve really thought about? Enough to keep each other company, but not so many that I’m spending the next 500 years changing nappies. So 2 or 3, I guess?
47) what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Whatever kind of house I can afford. I don’t realistically see myself affording to live in London, and I don’t realistically see any chance of a big house if I live in the UK. But such is life.
49) what was the last compliment you received?On one of my recent night shifts, one of the nurses asked me where I was from. And I told her (people don’t usually know, or care, much about my country, but I see no reason to lie), and she said “I wanted to know why, because you are so confident. The way you talk” And I was taken aback. “Confident? ME? Really?!?”. To which she replied, laughing “You think you are not?”.  All this time I’ve been quite reserved, and always told by my seniors that I ought to have more faith in my clinical decisionmaking and just be more assertive, it was quite surprising to find out that someone saw me bumbling along on my night shift and thought I looked and sounded confident. 51) how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?Probably around 7? I was apparently not amused. I can’t remember. In retrospect, perhaps it’s odd that I always knew about the birds and the bees but not about Santa.53) opinion on smoking?Not a good idea, but often understandable. Nearly always started when we are very young, in order to fit in or belong. I grew up with one parent being a smoker (they quit, yay!) and have friends who smoked since their teens, so I can understand how hard it is to give up, and what addiction means. But one thing I really don’t understand is grownups “socially smoking”. At all. It’s flirting with addiction, has no benefits, and just drains your money?  I feel that most people my age who indulge in social smoking really should probably know better. But then that applies to many things in our lives.
55) what is your dream job? To be a magical girl/superhero. Being a doctor who draws comics shall, however, suffice until I get called into service by a cute magical familiar.
57) do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? I used to use them, but I wouldn’t say that I would stock up on the whole stash. Though I have a sad feeling that they chuck the ones you don’t use, so maybe we should all be taking them?
59) do you smile for pictures?I used to never smile for pictures, because I had over-large incisors with a noticeable gap in them, and felt really self-conscious about them for most of my life. Then I stopped caring. But lately I realised my teeth no longer look oversized, and the gap has kind of shrunken, a little to my dismay.
61) have you ever peed in the woods? Another bizarrre question. I don’t hang out in the woods, but if there were no toilets within reasonable access, then I would? Pee is aseptic and the entirety of nature does it, plus it’s hardly going to get in anyone’s way?
63) do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?I don’t even think we HAVE Wendy’s, so I guess the golden arches win by default?65) what do you wear to bed? Pajamas, because it’s usually cold? Unless we’re talking about entertaining…
67) what are your hobbies?Answering memes and solving the internet’s problems. Sometimes I draw. 69) do you play an instrument?I cannot manipulate notes like I manipulate words. I sort of learned the recorder and piano a little bit, but despite lovely encouragement, I don’t have the time nor the patience it would take to be good at music. I find it a very attractive quality in others, though!
71) tea or coffee?Coffee in the morning, tea at teatime (duh) and hot chocolate at night.73) do you want to get married?I would like to end with a relationship that is stable, comfortable and friendship blended with being lovers. It’s not that a piece of paper has meaning, rather that being sure you want to be with someone for the forseeable future is what makes it special. Sometimes it takes being willing to discuss that bit of paper for both parties to truly know how sure they are to share each others’ lives. 75) are you going to change your last name when you get married? Definitely not intending to. Sometimes my last name is a pain, because nobody can spell it, or pronounce it. And it’s so long that hyphenating would make it even more of a pain than it already is. But I’m attached to my name, it’s a part of me and my ethnic identity, and definitely am not going into relationships with an idea that I “have to take my husband’s name”. They can take mine, if they wish. Perhaps I’d be tempted to if someone’s name was just incredibly awesome, who knows? I would rarely rule anything out before the fact. But I certainly don’t intend to.
77) do you miss anyone right now? Yep. Don’t we all?
79) do you believe in ghosts?I’ve never seen one, and I’d rather not, thanks. I believe in not tempting fate and staying in my own lane, paranormally speaking. 81) last person you calledFunnily enough, just a work colleague. I missed a call at work (we were both on call) , and called them after the shift, which is when I realised they’d called. Fortunately we’d already taken care of the situation.
83) regular oreos or golden oreos? What is a golden oreo? Regular, since I know no other kind.
85) what shirt are you wearing? The pajamas my aunt and recently deceased gran gave me for my last birthday.
87) are you outgoing or shy?Shy.
89) do you like your neighbors? My flatmates are OK, but keep themselves to themselves and work far too many shifts (no doubt they’d say the same about me!). I don’t know everyone else in the building. 91) have you ever been high? Who needs to be high when you’ve been a teenage girl?93) last thing you ate? Soba noodles. 95) summer or winter? Summer. It’s when you are warm and sunny, and can go for long rambling walks all day. Winter is too dark, I feel like I don’t get any sunlight at all in the winter
97) dark, milk, or white chocolate? All of the above. If I had to pick one, then dark?99) what is your zodiac sign?I’m a leo, but I never thought it represented me. People always assume Leos are brash, loud, confident  extroverts who wear leopard print and go to all the parties. Meanwhile, here I am with  a cat under my arm wondering why that’s meant to be me. Though, I really hate the idea of someone telling me what I’m meant to be like, horoscopes or life in general. Like, they don’t even know me. The nerve. So perhaps there’s a little bit of that kind of imperiousness about me, after all.
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Memories (And People Are Dumb)
In autumn of 2000, Char was no longer welcome in her family’s home.
“What did you think would happen?” Char screeched, slamming her hands down on the table, meeting her dad’s eyes unflinchingly, their eyes the same shade of dark, dark brown boring holes in one another. “I couldn’t talk to you guys! Obviously I still fucking can’t—”
“Charlaine, language—”
“All I’ve ever gotten from you and the fucking church is to keep my head down and listen to Father Dominic and not ask questions about anything because God forbid I not have perfect faith—”
“Charlaine Soria Espina, you will not speak to your father or about the Lord that way,” Char’s mother said, voice stern but not raised in the same way Char’s or her father’s was. “Or Father Dominic. He’s been nothing but understanding when it comes to your—transgressions against our community.”
Char rounded on her mom. “My transgressions!” her voice was slightly hysterical. “How many of God’s laws did I break this time? Did you count? If I go to Father Dominic and ask for penence, will he tell you what I say? How else would you know already? You can’t—how can you not give me answers and then expect me to not try to figure it out myself?”
“The church has rules for a reason, Charlaine. Haven’t you thought of that?” her mother asked, the smallest of creases appearing between her eyes. She didn’t respond to Char’s flung words about betrayed confidence. “You could marry the boy and it would be okay. We only want what’s best for you.”
Char’s heart was thundering. Her mother never rose to her challenges. It was both more and less infuriating than the fire and brimstone fights she got in with her father.
She gripped her hips so that her arms crossed over her stomach. “The boy. Marry Em. You guys know Em. And we’re too young.”
“I thought you loved him.” Her mother’s voice was still mild, her words thick with motherly concern. Char felt sick.
“I do love him!”
Char’s mom shrugged as if to say, then what’s the problem here?
“You’re a bad apple, Charlaine,” her father said, still spitting his words beside his wife’s calm. “I don’t know what we did wrong.”
“You would if you ever listened to me,” Char’s voice rising again. “The boys will turn out this way too if you don’t change something.”
“Yes,” her father said, eyes as blazing as her cheeks and heart and thoughts, all of her and him just fire fire fire, and Char hated that they were alike. It was a selfish and self-loathing thought all at once. “They certainly will, with you setting an example for them. That boy that you soiled yourself with can take care of you.”
Char was crying then, but they were tears of anger and indignation, not those of sadness.
“Are you kicking me out then, finally?” she asked.
“Finally indeed,” her dad said sharply. “You can take your clothing. Be out by the end of the week.”
“Dad,” she said, voice low and rough. “You know Em is already feeding half his family with his wages. I’ll just take care of myself.”
Fear vs. love. This was still it—just with an ominous tinge to them now that hadn’t been there two nights ago, with the fight shaking through her as she turned and left the room.
Fight.
When Char had been six years old, her family moved. Through some bizarre imperfection of engineering, or building, or fucks given, Char’s house and the house next to hers were smashed up against one another in such a way that the roof that descended from under the bathroom window was close enough to that of the neighboring house that she could almost touch it.
She didn’t think that the other window led to a bathroom. Sometimes she would sit on the roof and draw, and she’d peek in through the window because it was right there and it didn’t look like a bathroom to her. A bedroom, she thought. That looked like pillows, through the blind. Clothing.
When it got hot out, the window got opened and Char was pleased that it was a bedroom. The first time the boy that lived in it saw her drawing on her roof he dropped his glass of water, and Char had laughed and spent the rest of the day sketching his look of surprise while her shoulders blistered in the sun and the boy came onto his roof too and asked her to see every five minutes. Giggling, she did.
“You’re really good,” the boy said. “I look stupid but that’s because I was being stupid, not because you’re a bad drawer.”
“Visual artist,” Char corrected. “Drawer isn’t a word.”
“Oh. I’m Emmanuel. My family calls me Manny.”
Char wrinkled her nose. “Ew,” she said. “Emmanuel sounds nice but Manny doesn’t.”
The boy had laughed. “Okay, you can call me something different then.”
Char thought about it, and then said, “Em.”
“Em? Like short for Emma?”
“No, like short of Emmanuel.”
“Okay, okay. What’s your name?”
“Charlaine. My brothers call me Char.”
“Can I call you Char?”
“Are you my brother?”
“No.”
“Then not yet.”
“Fine,” the boy said, smiling mischeiviously. “It’ll be my mission, then.”
After that, they became friends. Rendez-vous: the roof. They went to the same school. They crashed each other’s places, and when they got older they leapt daringly from one roof to the others, and had sleepovers, with or without permission from their parents.
When they grew older still Char started to notice that Emmanuel had dimples, in his cheeks and on his back. She wondered what it would feel like to touch them, and would feel ashamed of herself for thinking it. By the time she was fourteen she stopped feeling ashamed, and later that year he kissed her.
He had been scared, but when she had only laughed and pulled him in for another kiss, he had laughed too, nervously, and his voice had cracked as he whispered, “Can I call you Char, yet?”
Char had been sharply aware of how lucky she was. Em was bold, supportive, kind. He was optimistic and sensitive. It complemented her emotional resilience and blunt realism well, even if both of them were a bit too willing to get into scraps for the sake of  pride that extended to each other as well as themselves. Char was more reckless when she was with him, more outgoing. She was less quiet. With her he accepted that his sensitivity didn’t have to be a bad thing, and could admit the pain behind some of the jokes he made and the laughter he caused.
When she was sixteen, and he seventeen, and they were both a little drunk, they’d ended up in one of the bedrooms upstairs at some fellow high school student’s house. It hadn’t been the first time it had happened, but neither of them had ever really been taught anything but abstinence. The result was this: Char was sixteen, and Char was pregnant with Em’s child.
They both cried when she told him. Fear was a powerful emotion, and it was made all the more powerful when it was emboldened by shock, and despite it all, sparked by happiness. “Charlaine,” Em had whispered, nuzzling into her neck. “Char.”
“What are we going to do?” Char was hiding herself in Em’s curls, her heart beating fast with that potent cocktail of emotions as she imagined she could feel the small life growing inside her. Something that was hers and Em’s and also something entirely its own. Something she might have the opportunity to protect, but never own.
“What are we going to do?” Em had repeated back, and his hands moved to gingerly skip over her stomach, as if he was afraid of hurting her or the potential that was inside of her. “What do you want to do, Char?”
Char choked on a sob at the impossibility of that question; the sheer enormity of life that hinged on it. It was her life, Em’s life, the child-this-could-be’s life. It was the life of her brothers and all of Em’s siblings. It was her mom when she looked at Char and told her that girls that didn’t keep themselves pure for their future husband were disgraces to their families, and to God. It was Em’s irritability when he’d had to go the night without food because his family couldn’t afford to feed them all.
“I want to keep—them,” Char managed to get out, her throat closing up in fear. Her voice had been louder than she’d meant it to, uncontrolled in her emotion, and she imagined her mom would hear. “But I’m—”
She cut herself off, breathing harsh as she tried to reign herself in.
“Afraid,” Em finished for her, hands spreading more fully over her belly.
“Yes,” she said, voice steadier.
Em kissed her neck, gently, and then down, unhurried, until he got to her stomach. There he just layed the side of his head on her, and Char’s hands went automatically to wind through his hair, weaving her fingers through the dark brown curls and rubbing along his scalp. She could see it in the set of his lips, in the tightness around his eyes: he was afraid, too. It resonated between them; their fear, and their love. Their fear, and their love.
“Fear vs love.” Char adopted a caricature of an announcer’s voice. “Fight!”
Em huffed a laugh, and his breath was warm against her hip and raised goosebumps. The sound bounced through him, and Char felt her lips turn up despite herself.
Char might have grown a lot since then, but she was deep down still the same person. She was fire and pride and she wanted to take care of herself and everyone around her. She wanted to paint the world with herself in it, and paint the world on herself. It had taken a lot of time after she had come home with Mimi and Queri for her to trust herself again, longer than it had taken them to start to trust her.
But she trusted herself now. She trusted herself, and she trusted the people around her—even Fay. She had a good heart, she was just often short-sighted when it came to sympathy. Char was angry as a hornet, and was glad that Fay went to her office to work instead of going to bed as Char tried to do.
Instead she lay in bed thinking about Sam and Em and Allen and herself and the choices she did and didn’t make.
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