Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Two

Missing

Emma, (Y/n), and Michael were all on vacation for the first time since Michael had been born. He had been born one year ago, and they decided to just go on a weeklong vacation.

They were currently at the beach. (Y/n) was in the water, Emma was sitting on the beach chair reading, and Michael was next to her playing with the sand. She had been going back and forth from watching Michael, and then going back to her book. She must've taken her eyes off of him for too long, because next time she looked, he was gone.

"Michael?" Emma asked, looking around. She wasn't expecting a response because he could talk yet, but she didn't see him anywhere. She got up from her chair and started to look around, growing more worried when she couldn't find him. "What are you doing? Where's Michael?" (Y/n) asked, drying himself off with a towel. "I don't know! He was here one minute, then gone the next!" She cried, tears escaping her eyes. "Don't worry, he's got to be here somewhere." (Y/n) reassured, trying to convince himself that as well.

"Go look! You go look for him, and I'll stay here in case he comes back!" She instructed. (Y/n) ran off to go find their son, and Emma waited there in case he somehow came back.

About thirty minutes later, (Y/n) returned without Michael. "You couldn't find him?" She asked, her heart dropping. "No. I looked everywhere, nobody's seen him." He responded, starting to break down. "What if we can't find him?" She questioned, and that's when they both completely broke down. (Y/n) had tried to stay strong for Emma, but soon failed and the worry and sadness took over.

They went back to the vacation house, much to Emma's displeasure because she was still expecting him to come back. (Y/n) called the police, while Emma just sat there on the couch holding one of Michael's favorite toys and messing with it, lost in her own world. After a few more minutes the police arrived.

"When did you last see him?" They asked Emma. "He was right next to me playing in the sand. I looked back at my book for five minutes and he was gone. He's not very good at walking yet, he couldn't have gotten far. But then I couldn't find him." She answered, crying halfway through. "Alright. Do you think he could've been kidnapped?" The police questioned. Emma started crying more, and (Y/n) started crying as well. This situation had broken both of them completely. They didn't know what to do or if they were ever going to see their son again.

Emma was more than heartbroken, she always had a special connection with Michael. He was so young but everyone could already tell their bond was unbreakable. (Y/n) was trying to stay strong and be optimistic for the both of them, but his optimism was slowly vanishing. He didn't know if he would ever see his son again, and he was staring to think they wouldn't.

They had no leads at all, it was like he just disappeared into thin air. There was no evidence that he was taken, but there was no evidence that he had gotten up and left. The officers were about to declare him dead and stop looking since there wasn't any lead of any kind on where he went. Emma had refused to let them do that, claiming he was here somewhere and they could find him.

Three days later, their vacation was coming to an end and there was still no sign of Michael turning up. They hadn't found anything at all yet. Emma had already lost hope and spent her days crying and going through pictures of him, while (Y/n) was talking to different police officers left and right.

Just a few minutes after the police got here, they had shared that there were still no leads, and they didn't know what they could do. Suddenly, a cry sounded out from the front door. Everyone went and opened the door to see Michael sitting on the front steps with his beach toy in hand.

"Michael!" Emma shouted, picking him up and kissing everywhere on his face, while he giggled at his mother's actions. Everyone let out a sigh of relief, and Emma wouldn't let go of him. "Thank god you're safe." She whispered, still holding onto Michael, who was really only concerned about the toy still in his hand. (Y/n) had come over and kissed Michael's head, glad he was safe and sound. He hugged Emma tightly, Michael stuck in the middle, still focused on his toy shovel but slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Well, I think our work here is done. Have a good rest of your vacation." The officer told them, leaving the house. "I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again." Emma told Michael, who just fell asleep in his mother's arms.

The rest of the vacation was cut short by Emma, who didn't want to repeat what had happened. They had gotten incredibly lucky that Michael was completely fine. They didn't know what happened or where he went, but they were both very glad he was back.

(Now this one had some tea in it but will we ever know where he went and what happened? Idk, maybe we will, maybe we won't)