Like Father, Like Son
Baelfire was getting married. After everything, he finally was going to have a happy family with Emma and Henry. That is all he ever wanted. Belle had grown to love Bae like her own son, and she was so happy to see that he found happiness.
She and Emma hadn’t spoken much, but Belle was thrilled to be a part of helping her get ready. It was hard to get the dressed zipped up, but Belle eventually got it to zip all the way.
"There. Perfect," she replied as she stood back to look at Emma.
Emma would have laughed if the dress didn’t make it hard to even breathe. “Perfect is the word we use when our organs are all squished up, right?” She looked at her reflection in the mirror and breathed out, bringing her hands to the golden details on the front of her dress. A swan. It had been her mother’s idea, and she liked it. It made her think of the keychain Neal had gotten her — the one she had ripped out. Not her brightest moment.
She looked back at Belle. “Thank you. I was um…” she sighed. She would never know Neal’s mother, which was a shame. She knew he loved her a lot and he would have wanted her to be present in this day. But Belle loved him as her own and she knew he loved her like a mother too. This woman was important to Neal, and so she was important to Emma, too. She wanted to get to know Belle. “I was hoping we could talk. Before I have to… you know.”
For a moment, Anna stood stock still. She hadn’t seen that coming. At all. “Er—-so—-we—-that—-um—-“
Emma blinked quickly, opening and closing her mouth like a fish as she tried to come up with any plausible reason for having kissed the woman like that. “I-I’m —- I don’t —”
Like Father, Like Son
She couldn’t believe this was happening. She never did think she would have a chance at this, not with the kind of life she had lived. She was unwanted for most of her life, or only a way for people to get something by using her. Definitely not the kind of girl people were dying to marry.
And when she did dream of happiness, a home, building a family… well, it had to be ruined. Her life had to be turned upside-down by the stupid goddamn curse,
Then he had appeared in her life again, and everything she believed turned out to be a lie, and hell did she hope, even for a second that they could be together, but again things had to become a mess and…
No matter. It was finally happening. It would all be okay.
If only Belle could get the goddamn dress to zip up nicely.
New York mornings
Mackenzie let out a incoherent mumble and threw one of her pillows off her bed at the door before burying her face in her other one.
She laid there for another fifteen minutes before dragging herself out of bed and across the hall to Henry’s room “Henry! Emma said it’s time to get up.”
Emma sighed as she finished making the scrambled eggs the two kids liked so much. Sometimes she just didn’t know how she managed it, too often she struggled to make sure things ran smoothly when Mackenzie probably could help out a little. But she wasn’t a lot of help to anyone at that stage either, so she felt she had no right to complain.
"Eat up, you two," she said, setting the bowls in front of her and Henry when they finally did join the table.
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Belle smiled at Henry as she took him and sat down, bouncing him on her lap as she waited for Emma to return, in her mind she could not help but to think about Emma changing in her room, it made her cheek blush again as she thought of the beautiful half naked woman in her apartment.
Henry seemed quite happy to just relax into Belle’s arms as his mother changed. He was getting a bit sleepy by now, so he just leaned his little head on Belle’s shoulder and sighed softly. Emma came out holding her wet clothes in a bundle and couldn’t help but smile at the two of them. “Hey um… is it okay if I leave these with you? I don’t want to carry more stuff than I already am if I can avoid it.” It was hard enough juggling the kid and the bags. She didn’t want to be a burden, though.
New York mornings
She woke up later than usual because she and Henry had stayed up that night playing video games - at least until she remembered school was starting again for him the next day, and then she sent him off to bed and spent sometime cleaning up the house.
Groaning, she jumped out of bed and went quickly through her morning routine. With that finally out of the way, she knocked on Mack’s room. “Hey, I’m gonna fix breakfast, cn you wake up Henry?”
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Thank you. I just think it’s really lonely if people like how I portray my muse but won’t play with me. It doesn’t make me think I’m good, that’s for sure. I just don’t see these good traits to be proud of. Maybe drawing well, that’s all I can think of, and sure, I’m proud of that.
See… deep down I suppose I know that… But knowing and feeling are different things and I just. I don’t believe I’m worthy anyway. I feel like my “in” is always too exposed and too damaged, and only the outside is fine. I only have the fake smiles to give.