one year later..
The familar ringing of her alarm filled Emma's ears, and she rolled over, groaning. Somehow, she had gotten the feeling that today would be different. It puzzled her; she wondered where the sudden 'feeling' had come from. She sat up and stretched. Henry was already up, so Emma began her morning routine of making her son breakfast. Hot chocolate and scrambled eggs were always his favorite... hers too.
Emma began cooking the eggs while watching her son adoringly, who was watering the pot plants, just like he did every morning. She mentally thanked herself for choosing to keep Henry all those years ago, instead of giving him up like she had previously planned. Emma couldnt imagine it any other way; she was content with it just being her and Henry. She had a family, she didnt need or want anything else.
When the eggs were finally ready, She served Henry his breakfast, only to see him looking expactant, his eyebrows raised.
"Mom... you forgot something"
"Right."
She couldnt forget the cinammon. She reached over to hand it to Henry, who smiled in response.
"There you go." They clinked there mugs together, and tucked in, eating there breakfast quietly. Henry was gobbling down his eggs and slurping his hot chocolate; the usual. She chuckled at the sight.
Emma almost jumped when someone banged on the door, sounding impatient. She curiously glanced at the front door. No one ever came to visit, so who on earth would be at her apartment at eight thirty in the morning?
"Someone coming over?" Henry asked, still focused on his breakfast, unfazed. Emma however, was feeling uneasy.
"No.." it almost sounded like a question. The person banged on the door again, and Emma stared, wide eyed. She better answer that door before whoever was behind it broke it down. She stood up reluctantly.
"Stay here, Henry".
Emma ignored her sons reply and went to open the door cautously, to reveal a stranger. He was dressed head to toe in leather, something she had never seen before. One of his hands wore a leather glove, while the other was bare, accesorised with numerous rings. She noted that he smelt like alcohol and the sea. Her eyes trailed up his leather clad body until they rested on his strikingly handsome face. He seemed so familiar which was what surprised her the most. His deep blue eyes bore into her green ones, studying her face, and Emma felt very uncomfortable. He grinned at her, but she only frowned back, puzzled. She had never seen this man before in her life; why he was here was a mystery to Emma.
"Swan" he whispered, looking at her with... was that adoration? He was looking at her the way she looked at Henry. How odd. She opened her mouth to say something but he interupted her.
"At last" the man sighed, attempting to make his way into her house. She blocked him, placing her hand out defensively. He seemed almost hurt at her doing so.
"Who the hell are you?" Emma asked warningly, grabbing the door, ready to slam it in this strangers face... who also happened to know her last name.
"Look i need your help" he blinked "something bad, something terrible has happened... your family is in trouble!"
Emma looked af him, shocked. This guy was clearly delusional. Even insane, perhaps.
"My family is right here... who are you?" she demanded again.
"An old friend" he replied evenly, and Emma scoffed. How could she be friends with someone that she had never met? This whole situation was beyond crazy.
"i know you cant remember me... but i can make you"
Emma opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, but she was cut off by soft lips moving against hers, and a warm hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her closer. It took her exactly two seconds for her to realise what was happening.
The stranger was kissing her.
What scared Emma was that it felt so right. Then her mind clicked and went into defence mode, and she kneed him in the groin.
The man grunted and moved out of her personal face, doubling over in pain. Emma felt a flash of guilt that only lasted a second.
"What the hell are you doing?!" She had meant to say that as aggresively as she could, but to her annoyance her voice sounded breathless. Emma didnt know if it was from the whole encounter, or that kiss. She could see that it had affected the stranger too, who groaned and straightened up to face her again.
"a long shot" he grunted, "i had to try". He stared at her miserably with his blue eyes, still panting.
"I was hoping that you felt as i did"
"The only thing i feel is those handcuffs when i call the cops" Emma threatened, attempting to close the door. He determindly placed his foot in the doorway. She stared him down angrily.
"Look i know this seems crazy but you have to believe me!" he exclaimed desperately, "You have to listen to me, you have to remem-"
Emma cut him off by slamming the door in the strangers face. She leant against it for a second, panting. She couldnt make herself believe that the whole encounter had just happened. With a stranger. Or was he really a stranger? Emma shook her head and made her way to the kitchen, still shaking.
"Who was that?" Henry asked absentmindely. Emma bit her lip. She wasnt going to worry her son about the visit. It had meant nothing, really.
"I dont know, i think someone must have left the door open downstairs" Emma glanced down the hallway one last time before sitting down to finish her meal. Not that she felt hungry anymore.
