I don't own Once Upon a Time, though I would love to, but all credit goes to Eddy and Adam. This story was requested by some of my followers because they wanted to see some Neal and Emma interaction. As you may not have noticed, I am a HUGE Swanthief fan... Enjoy the seemingly chaotic world of how I think! -Zanderluv121
It has been two glorious and happy ending filled months, making Emma Swan's world perfectly round. For two months, she had waited for her entire trip to Neverland to be over. She had spent two months of longing for two people. And it had been two months since she was finally able to come back to Storybrooke and go on with her now hectic life. Two months ago Emma would have thought that finding Henry wasn't an option, but hanging onto her family's gene of faith, she managed to believe Henry was waiting for her on the foggy island of Neverland. When she found her son, all but one puzzle piece of her life had been restored. Neal was the longing puzzle piece. The blonde had no faith that he was alive, since he had been shot in the chest thanks to his 'fiance'. But when the Jolly Roger stopped on the beach of the Enchanted Forest and Emma saw the idiotic smile of Neal, her heart dropped and her legs ran as fast as they could to Neal. They kissed for what seemed like hours until finally Henry's tugging on Neal's jacket pulled them out of their lovey dovey moment.
Now, Emma couldn't go a day without faith. She couldn't go a day without her son. And she couldn't go a day without Neal- her true love.
"Morning, Beautiful," Neal smiled, turning his gaze to where Emma's head was nudged in between his shoulder and neck. Her lips brushed against Neal's skin, kissing his shoulder over and over again, something of which Neal loved about Emma. Her constant little quirks of things he missed popped back out at him, flooding him with memories. "Sleep okay?"
Emma nodded, still groggy from sleep. She loved Neal's attitude in the morning; he was always so... charming. Charming was not something you could describe Emma as in the morning. She was more of a grouch. "What time is it?" She asked, squinting her eyes towards the clock.
"One in the afternoon." Neal answered, as Emma shifted her head back in the nook of Neal's shoulder. He laid his head on top of hers and stared up at the ceiling, letting thoughts ramble into his head like dominos falling down.
The blonde spied Henry's storybook on her bedside table and thought instantly of where her son was. She had grown used to Henry being downstairs reading his never-ending books, ready at the given moment for adventure. "Hey, where's Henry?"
Neal scoffed a laugh and looked down at Emma, reaching for the storybook on the table. "He's at school like a normal eleven year old would be," he said, moving his arm around Emma's body. "You know, learning about things like photosynthesis and multiplication."
"Yeah, I know, Neal. I was in the fifth grade once too," Emma replied, flipping to the story about Baelfire.
"A long time ago, you were," Neal joked, nudging Emma's side with his finger. "Your ancient to Henry."
Emma's mouth dropped open, while the story of Snow White lay opened on her lap. "For your information, your older than me. What does that make you?"
"I'm his young, hip and fresh father," Neal answered, stretching his legs out on the bed and smiling smugly. His eyes danced, holding secrets that he didn't want to tell.
"Right, sure you are," Emma played, finally landing on the story of Rumpelstiltskin and his long-lost son. Neal. Emma still couldn't believe that Neal was Gold's son, and what she really couldn't process was the fact that Gold was part of Emma's family. Gold was dark and evil, using his magic for the worse causes, while Emma's mother was kind and wouldn't hurt a soul (putting aside Cora).
Neal pointed out himself as a little boy, laughing alittle at the picture. "Did you see how long my hair was?" He questioned, letting Emma ruffle her hand through his average length hair. "Damn."
"You looked like Henry. You still do, actually," Emma responded, staring at the picture of young Baelfire intently for a few minutes and comparing it to her memorized picture of Henry floating in her mind.
"I know, it's crazy," Neal said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Emma rolled her eyes and slapped the book shut. "It's genetics, Neal." Henry, with his cheeky grin and his big, bold brown eyes, and Neal with his always bed head hair and excited attitude, had so many similarities, Emma didn't know where to begin naming them all.
"I'm getting kinda hungry, you wanna get some lunch?" Neal questioned, his stomach rumbling in unison. "Maybe a picnic lunch..." He added slowly, pulling back the covers to the warm flannel sheets. "On top of Honey Hill..."
Emma's eyes lit up the way they used to when she was younger and Neal proposed the idea of another stealing adventure. "I'd love that," The utter happiness in her voice made Neal smile in satisfaction, as he grabbed Emma by the waist and carried her out of bed.
It was the perfect day for a picnic outside on Honey Hill. The sun was shining happily, the birds were chirping their song of praise, the grass was swaying in the slight breeze, and the unbelievable fairytale atmosphere was now beginning to feel believable. As Neal unpacked the basket filled with foods he claimed to make, Emma leaned back against the checkered blanket and watched as the clouds formed into mini figures of animals or objects. A dove, Emma thought, when a perfectly white cloud floated by. She made out the wings of the beautiful figure, even though it could be any bird. Emma wanted it to be a dove. Not any other bird.
"Okay, I got grapes, strawberries, grilled cheese sandwiches, brownies, and wine. Let's eat!" Neal exclaimed, passing Emma her favorite food- a toasted grilled cheese sandwich, still warm and crispy. "I knew you still liked grilled cheeses. You always did."
"It's like how a little kid loves chocolate or balloons, I love grilled cheeses," Emma replied, biting down onto the sticky goodness of the cheese. "Is that a problem?" She asked, a smile on her face.
Neal waved his hands in front of him and laughed. "No, no, not at all. I never mess with a girl and her desire for grilled cheese." He poured two cups of red wine, the cheep four dollar kind you buy at a run-down store. "Here you go," He passed a cup to Emma, picked up the bag of grapes, and held it up to Emma's face.
"You really want to play that game?" Emma asked, her competitive mode kicking in. The 'Grape Game' was something Neal loved to play with Emma whenever they were having picnics or eating lunch together. The object of the game was to catch as many grapes as you can as the other person threw them into an opened mouth. "Don't you remember how I always win?"
"Don't get too cocky," Neal stated, a grape in his hand. "You ready for this?"
Emma nodded and opened her mouth, "I've been born ready." Neal smiled and threw a grape to Emma, who caught it without a problem. He continued doing that until Emma got accustomed to it, her mouth chewing the grape as soon as it landed on her tongue. Neal, hoping to catch her off guard, grabbed a handful of grapes and threw them at Emma's face.
"Oh, you so missed those!" Neal teased, watching as Emma's mouth closed and her hands were thrown up in the air.
"Not fair!" The blonde protested, kicking Neal in the shin. He shrugged and scrambled from the ground, glancing over his shoulder at a confused Emma.
"If you wanna get your revenge, you have to catch me," Neal laughed mysteriously, acting like a five-year old. He took off down the hill, his hands extended like a plane. Emma watched as he made a fool of himself, laughing hysterically as he narrowly missed bumping into a tree. She pushed aside all the negative thoughts her mind was bringing to her and got up off the ground. The blonde ran after Neal, jumping onto his back and wrapping her arms around his neck.
They both collapsed on the ground, out of breath, and laughing despite the begging for water. "Caught you," Emma said.
Neal grabbed Emma's hand and squeezed it tightly, "I knew you would."
Well, that was the first chapter of the Emma and Neal dynamic. Did you guys like it? Reviews and comments are always welcome. :)