Emma glanced at the clock. It was twelve pm and Regina was waiting for her progress. Work, Emma you have to finish this! Emma concentrated and concentrated on reading her lines for the new hit TV series Carry On and Stay Strong. Her iPhone rang. It sounded like a harp. She ignored it and continued writing.
"Hey Emma, it's Killian! Ready to shoot tomorrow, great, it will be bloody fun!" Emma didn't even glance at her phone. She mumbled the script and drank cup after cup of coffee.
"Mom, Justyne keeps kicking me!" Henry yelled. Emma fumbled with her script but managed to set it down carefully on the desk. She got up and walked to her bedroom.
"Neal, Henry and Justyne are have trouble sleeping, help… please?" Emma asked. Neal groaned.
"They'll deal. Justyne is only five and is scared to sleep by herself, and Henry offered, being a great brother," Neal said
"Of course," Emma said sarcastically, "a fourteen-year-old boy wants to have is five year old sister sleeping in his bed." Neal grunted. Emma growled.
"Neal," Emma said. Neal sat up his hair wild. His eyes heavy as he tried to get out of bed.
"Emma, you're already awake!" Neal whined. His face was pinched with worry.
"Emma, please don't tell me you are still reading your script," Neal said his tone filled with, what regret?
"Neal, please!" Emma complained. Neal sat up and got out of bed and went to Henry's room. Emma went back to reading her scripts. She smelt burning coffee and went and poured herself another cup of coffee when she heard a knock. Emma got up and opened the door. It was Killian.
"What are you doing here?" Emma said.
"I prefer a hello first," Killian said. Emma sighed.
"Hello Killian," Emma said.
"I prefer hello devilishly handsome man," Killian said winking.
"I'm married," Emma replied dryly. A dry, about to end, wasted love marriage she added mentally.
"Ah, the best ones are always taken," Killian said chewing gum.
"Can I crash your house, my ex is living at mine," Killian said. Emma scowled.
"Do you have any self respect?" Emma asked inviting him inside. Killian laughed.
"Self respect? Ha! Of course, I am the devilishly handsome Killian Jones!" Killian said. Emma felt alarmed when a hand rested on her shoulder.
"Neal, Neal Cassidy, and you are?" Neal said. Killian grinned foolishly.
"Ah, you're the husband!" Killian laughed.
"Yes, of course, and you are, who?" Neal asked again.
"Isn't Emma's last name Swan?" Killian avoided Neal's question.
"Dude, who are you?" Neal asked the third time.
"I would expect you to bloody know, you arse you would know if you payed attention to your wife's career!" Killian said. Neal growled.
"An arse? Really well you can bloody get out of my house," Neal said mockingly. Emma looked at her husband.
"He's my co-worker, he needs to stay the night," Emma said calmly. Neal was steaming with rage.
"This dude, no, no way," Neal said.
"Neal," Emma said softly, "it's my choice." Neal grunted and left the room. Emma sighed softly and looked into Killian's sharp blue eyes.
"Sorry, my husband can be… grumpy," Emma said trying not to get lost in Killian's eyes.
"You know we could just get away," Killian said honestly. Emma blushed furiously. "What?!"
"To the studio to practice, I'm just as bloody nervous as you are, Emma, love," Killian said.
"Love?" Emma asked her eyebrow raised.
"Relax, I call every woman Love like I call all men lads. You're not the first woman who's noticed me you know, I can tell you like me," Killian said jokingly. Emma continued to blush despite herself.
"You know what, you're right, let's go practice, I need it anyway," Emma said. Killian smiled and winked. They walked over to his new Ferrari.
"Nice car," Emma commented. Killian grinned.
"They all say that," Killian teased. Emma choked out a laugh.
"Yeah, I'm one of them," Emma joked. Killian's smile faltered.
"I was just teasing Love," Killian said half-heartedly as he started the engine of his car.
By the time they got to the studio from Emma's house it was four am.
"The sun is so bloody bright!" Killian cursed. Emma shrugged and grabbed her key and opened the studio. The set was perfect and newly painted.
"Great, we have the place to ourselves, let's get started," Emma said. Killian nodded and grabbed his script.
"Let's start at the part where Liam and Charlene go dancing," Killian suggested. Emma smiled and nodded.
"I had a hard time with that part," Emma admitted. Killian winked at her.
"Ok, action," Killian said. Emma walked up to Killian.
"Hello Mr. Liam Dutton," Emma said forcing herself to blush. Killian smiled.
"Lady Charlene Byrne," Killian said grabbing her hand swiftly, "care to dance?" Emma nodded and curtsied. They danced and he swept her off her feet. It was the most fun she had had in a while At the end he dipped her down. He leaned closer to her. She knew he knew that they were close enough to kiss. And they did. Clapping echoed in the studio.
"Perfect, congrats," said Cherry Wise, the producer and director of Carry On and Stay Strong. Emma saw Neal standing besides Cherry.
"Nice," he said coldly before he left the studio. Emma sighed.
"Why did you bring him Cherry?" Emma asked before dashing off to go find him.
"He is the writer of the script," Cherry said shrugging but Emma was already outside.
"Neal, wait!" Emma cried but it was too late. Neal was gone. And maybe for good.