Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Hide and Seek

Emma walked through the house, searching for (Y/n) and their one-year-old son Michael. The family had decided to play hide and seek, but so far Emma was not a very good seeker since she could not find any of them.

Finally, Emma had found (Y/n) in her closet. "Found you! Took long enough too. I've searched everywhere." Emma said, a relieved sigh coming out of her mouth. (Y/n) had left his hiding spot, without Michael following behind him. Emma had assumed they hid together, since Michael usually hid with his father when they played hide and seek.

"Did Michael not hide with you?" Emma asked, growing slightly worried. "No...why? Have you not found him?" (Y/n) answered, as Emma shook her head. "I have no clue where he is Em. Last time I saw him was in our room. You might want to check more thoroughly there." (Y/n) followed up, seeing Emma's worried look. Emma rushed out of the closet, searching the bedroom once again, as (Y/n) poked his head back in the closet, and put his finger to his lips, telling Michael to be quiet. He was going to play a prank on Emma, and he needed their son to be as quiet as possible. But since he couldn't talk yet because he was still little, he was able to be somewhat quiet.

"(Y/n)! I can't find him! I don't know where he is! I've looked everywhere in the house! What if he found a way out of the house or something? Oh god I've lost him! What if he's been kidnapped?! I need to find him! I'm a terrible mother!" Emma rambled out in a worried tone, tears starting to fall from her eyes. (Y/n) started to feel a bit guilty, seeing how worried she was. He rubbed the back of his neck, and Emma caught onto what was happening.

"You know where he is don't you?! (Y/n) (L/n) you tell me where my son is right now!" Emma yelled, growing angry as (Y/n) pointed back into her closet without hesitation as he watched Emma death glare him. She stormed back into the closet and looked through everything until she had found the small boy. "There you are! I found you!" Emma cheered out relieved, picking up Michael and resting him on her hip as she pressed kisses everywhere on his face, the boy giggling as she did so. She walked back out to (Y/n), with Michael still in her arms. She sent him a quick death glare and a scowl, before returning her attention to their son and walking out of the room. (Y/n) knew he was definitely on the couch tonight after all that happened today.