Okay this is a take on a Nicholas Sparks Book/Movie. Will be slightly different then both but same plot lines really. If you haven't read or seen it I suggest you do afterwards because SPOILERS! Anyway this is me getting back into writing and borrowing an authors idea and writing it Captain Swan Style. I won't say which Sparks film/novel it is but it will be fairly obvious if you have seen it before. Anyway this is a start. Henry is 26 in the first chapter and it is 2016, this will mainly be set in 1990. Will be rated T but if there is smut (haven't decided yet) I will announce in that chapter where it is. Hope you enjoy. It is a mix between Killian and Emma's point of view. Starting with a small chapter from Emma's. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1.
New York 2016.
Emma was lounging in the kitchen with an unopened bottle of rum, his favourite she thought, when she heard the tell-tale signs of the front door being opened. Henry soon had emerged around the corner and came to a halt when he saw the state of his mum.
"Mom?"
Emma moved a box she had been fiddling with onto the kitchen counter. "Come take a seat," she said.
When Henry reached his mother he noticed the box on the counter and half a glass of rum his mother had obviously been drinking.
"Are you alright? What's going on?" Henry asked.
Emma gave a sad smile, she had been keeping this from Henry for far too long. He always believed in honesty and trust. He was all grown up, and it was difficult for her not to still see him as the small boy who was afraid of the dark.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," Emma said.
"About what?"
Instead of giving Henry an answer she motioned for him to sit down.
Henry sat down at the table. Emma reached out for Henry's hand. Without saying anything she squeezed his hand before letting go. She looked out the window with a far off gaze. Henry knew not to push his mother into talking, so that sat in silence.
After what seemed like a few hours Emma turned to Henry again "I'm going to tell you something that happened sixteen years ago," as she started to fiddle with the box on the counter.
In the familiar kitchen, they both sat as Emma began to tell her son exactly what happened sixteen years ago.
This chapter is short I know and I am sorry, but it is just the beginning, just to get myself back into the groove of writing again. Killian will be in the next chapter I promise