Remember Me [captainswan]

VIII

Writer's POV
Present...

Emma stepped inside the small cabin-like house. The wooden floors creaking when her shoes made contact. The house was painted light blue on the outside and inside the kitchen walls were a pastel yellow color, the rest of the house was the same as the exterior. Emma wasn't used to living in such tight places. She was used to her big, grand house up in Maine. Her parents had invested in it once her older sister, Julia, was born.

She inhaled and turned to look at Killian, "so, this is- our home?"

"Yeah" he nodded, "and if you're too uncomfortable sleeping in the same room then I have a spare one."

"Yes, thank you that'd be great." She smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "do you mind showing me where the shower is? I have to get this hospital smell off me."

He nods and smiled, "yeah it's right at the end of the hall to your left." He instructed, "I will cook something up for you when you're out."

Emma pressed her lips into a thin, awkward smile and nodded bobbing her head. She had to admit she could feel the slight sexual tension in the room. And to her he was hot enough to make her want to do such things to him. She inhaled sharply and followed his directions to the bathroom, trying to shake the current innapropitae thoughts away. Maybe this was one of her new characteristics and she did not like it at all.

She walked inside the average sized bathroom adorned with a salmon-colored shower curtain that matched with the rest of the room, besides the walls that were plain white. She secured the lock of the door behind her and toed off her shoes. The rest of her clothes following to a heap on the floor. She turned on the water and stepped inside, letting out a long sigh at the feeling of the warm water making contact with her skin as I small smile crept upon her lips.

Meanwhile, Killian was fumbling with all of the kitchen cabinets. Searching for some kind of food to make besides macaroni and cheese or canned soup. He closed the last cabinet and bit his lip crossing his arms, "do we ever have food?" He mumbled to himself with a sigh. Suddenly, he remembered the frozen pizza that was buried within the fridge. He took it out and started warming the oven. Pizza wasn't exactly classy food but he didn't really have steak and salad lying around.

Emma turned off the water and reached for the red towel assuming it was hers since the other one was just white. She wrapped it around her slim body and looked around the bathroom, remembering that she didn't even bring in clean clothes. She cursed herself under her breath and unlocked the door, quietly stepping out onto the hallway and tip toeing to the room across. She saw the king sized bed and knew it was their room. The closed the door quietly and walked towards the nightstand, seeing a sliver framed picture on it. She picked up slowly and smiled slightly at what she had found.

It was both of them, her and Killian. She was wearing a sweetheart neckline white dress and he was styling a simple black tux. It's the wedding, she thought. Her hair was pulled into a bun and she wearing a little crown that held the veil in place. A wide grin plastered on her face, she looked happy. Killian had his usual big smile on and his hair was nearly brushed to the side. He didn't have the messy scruff back then from what she could see and his eyes were bright and they showed just how exited he was at that moment.

"What are you doing?"

Emma jolted and gripped the edge of the frame tightly as the turned around. Killian standing in the door way with a confused look.

"I- I didn't have clothes.." She stuttered.

"Yeah I realized" he chuckled.

Her cheeks grew red as she remembered she was still in just a towel.

"Your bras and stuff are in that drawer, clothes are over there." He pointed to the big white doors that faced the bed.

She nodded shyly, "thanks."

He looked at the picture that she still held in her hand, "nice picture right?"

She shook her head, "sorry for going through your stuff I, sorry" she mumbled and placed it back down on its original place on the nightstand.

"Our, stuff." He corrected, "it's no problem."

He still didn't get it, to her none of this was hers. None of it belonged to her. She felt like a stranger in this house and yet he acted like there was nothing wrong. She doesn't even remember taking that god dammed picture. It was all just new to her.

"I'm gonna get dressed." She sighed.

"Oh, right, come to the kitchen when you're done." He said before stepping out of the room.

She glanced at the picture one more time and looked at it for a while before shaking her head. She walked to the closet and took out her clothes to get dressed.

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sorry for not updating, and I know this chapter wasn't really the longest but I've been busy with stuff. Hope you enjoy :)