Five
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Summary: Five WoodenSwan drabbles.
"I have to move out," Emma slid into the booth with a long suffering look.
"Is this you suggesting that we should move in together?" August asked nonplussed from the other side of the table.
"No," Emma drawled. "This is me needing my own space... away from my parents."
"All right," August commented, going back to his breakfast. "But if you need a place to stay..."
A week later, she and Henry moved in with August. After all, it was way better to make out in bed in the mornings with your boyfriends than catching your parents do the same.
"What the hell is this?" Emma asked with a disgusted frown as she stopped in front of Granny's just as she and August exited it.
"Herbal tea," August answered bemused, sipping his own coffee from a Styrofoam cup.
"And why in God's name did you buy me herbal tea?"
"Because you've already had a coffee today..."
"And...?"
"And you're pregnant, you should be careful with the caffeine."
"I'm not pregnant," Emma stated.
"And you're in denial," August grinned but when Emma's face got ashen he had to realized that she'd really had no idea.
"I'm single," Emma said out of the blue as she and August was pouring over an old scroll at Granny's. She could feel an excited smile tugging at her lips and, from the corner of her eye, she could see August's glaze searching hers.
They talked about it – their friendship, her relationship with Killian. August asked her to think about it because ditching her boyfriend to spend time with him wasn't fair on either of them.
So, she'd been thinking… and she'd realized a lot of things.
"No, you're not," August finally told her with a smirk before claiming her lips.
"Come on," Emma stopped by August's table with a determined look. "Let's go."
"Okay," the man drawled, putting down his book. "Where?"
"Vegas," Emma shared, already turning to leave. "We're eloping."
August stopped for a second then, but he shot out of his seat as soon as his fiancée's words registered with him.
"You sure?" he asked catching up with her by the door. "Your parents…"
"… will have to deal with it. I'm sick of all the talk of my perfect day, my perfect dress and perfect… everything. I just want to marry you, damn it. Not picking out flowers and whatnot."
"Let's go then. Let's get married."
"Kid looks good on you," August observed as he slid into the booth next to Emma, who was occupied with her wriggling brother.
"Dream on, puppet boy," she spared him a smile before turning back to the toddler, who was fascinated with a forgotten napkin on the other side of the table and wanted to get it no matter what.
"Oh, I am," August reassured her then reached for Neal when he started to fuss when Emma didn't let him go. "Hey, buddy," he lifted the boy, who giggled merrily.
"Kid looks good on you, too," Emma repeated his previous words.
So, that was it. For now? Thanks for reading.
