The Life You've Always Wanted
Just a collection of cursed!Emma and Henry fluffy one-shots due to lack there of in order to make the hiatus a little brighter (or survivable in Beckah and Sam's case). No biased shipping for either of her potential suitors; 100% cute mother and son moments. I own nothing other than a few of the prompts. Enjoy!
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Friday Nights
Emma doesn't remember exactly when the tradition started. She doesn't remember how old he was, what brought it on, or even whose idea it was. But she does remember one thing: Friday nights. She doesn't worry about bills or work or the future on Friday nights. He doesn't worry about school or homework on Friday nights. One night a week, the little family is not interrupted by the scary outside world. Nothing ruins their pizza - board game – movie Friday nights. Friday nights are sacred Mom-Henry time; and that's all she needs to get through the week.
"One more good card and I win!" Henry gloats, boastfully grinning at the Sorry! board.
"Really?" she asks, "So what would happen if you drew a one?"
"I'd still be closer than you!" he cackles as she rubs her temples, reminding herself how much she hates this game. Monopoly. She dominated at Monopoly. Sorry! on the other hand, doesn't flow as well.
Until this night, apparently.
She peers up from her card and gives her son a smug smile.
"Gee, what a nice pawn you have there. It world be such a shame if someone-" she slams it faced up on the table, "-sent it back to start!"
"NO!" he wails, throwing his fists up in agony while she snickered away. "Can we watch the movie now before we end up not talking to each other ever again? 'Cause I kinda wanna use you as a pillow."
She slides out of her seat and folds her arms. "Is that all I am to you? A giant mom pillow?"
He unfolds them, slips underneath them, and places them on his back. "No, you're also a chef too."
He dashes out of her grasp before she can ring his little neck and starts setting the blankets up on the couch. She rolls her eyes and pops in The Lion King, a favorite on Friday nights. She curls up in her routine spot by the right arm rest and Henry snuggles into his – right next to by the right arm rest with his head in her lap.
"You're not gonna fall asleep this time, are you?" he asks, mimicking the same tone she uses when asking, "You aren't trying to go to bed without finishing your homework, are you?"
"Who me? Never," Emma states. He chuckles and faces the screen.
As expected, she does fall asleep before the second song. But he doesn't mind one bit. Especially since he was out like a light within the same scene.
It was his favorite part of Friday nights anyway.
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Hope you all liked! I will be periodically adding more and more to this, so don't think this is it :) And if you have any moments you would like to reads, please don't hesitate to send one-shot prompts to me. Thanks for reading!