Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Two

Basketball (2)

After their game the family went inside, both Emma and (Y/n) were tired and their muscles were sore, while Michael was completely fine.

"So that was fun, I think I did pretty good." Michael boasted, knowing he had absolutely crushed his parents. "Yep...we get it." (Y/n) muttered, salty he had lost. "I'm so tired.." Emma groaned, flopping onto the couch.

"How? We didn't even play that long." Michael asked, confused on how they're so tired when they were only out there for an hour. "I had just gone on a run before playing and I am not good at basketball. Now come cuddle with me.." She explained, patting the spot next to her. "Why him? I'm right here!" (Y/n) objected. "Cause he's not as sweaty as you." Emma defended. "And he's my cuddle buddy." She added. Michael sat down next to her and she pulled him onto her, adjusting their position so they were lying down, his head on her chest.

"Whatever.." (Y/n) mumbled, secretly enjoying the sight of his wife and son cuddling together, going upstairs but being able to hear Emma reminiscing about how she used to cuddle with Michael when he was a baby. (Y/n) got in the shower before he could hear the rest of her reminiscing. Once he was all clean and showered, he went back downstairs to see Emma and Michael in the same position as when he left, but this time they were both asleep.

Once they woke up, both of them had taken showers and weren't sweaty anymore. They were getting ready for dinner, and tonight they were having (Y/n)'s parents over.

"Hi guys!" (Y/n) hugged his parents, letting them come inside after. "So, where's my grandson?" His mum asked, Michael walking into the room. "Michael!" Both of (Y/n)'s parents exclaimed at the same time, going to give them a hug. "Hi!" He waved, giving them both hugs. (Y/n)'s mum had brought cookies for Michael, and he took them up to his room so his father couldn't have any before he could.

They all sat down for dinner, Michael next to Emma and (Y/n)'s mum. "So what did you guys do today?" (Y/n)'s dad asked. "We played basketball. I won, by a lot. "Really? (Y/n) I thought you were good at basketball?" His dad continued. "Thought I was too, obviously not." He mumbled, taking another bite of his food. "That just means he's putting in a lot of practice." Emma shared, rubbing Michael's back and smiling at him. "Yep." Michael agreed, and they continued their food.

Once they were finished with dinner, they all decided to watch a movie. (Y/n) made the popcorn while Michael had picked out a movie. He ended up choosing Austin Powers, and they all agreed to watch it.

(Y/n) had put the popcorn on the table, Emma resting her head on his shoulder. "I thought Michael was your cuddle buddy." He whispered to her, remembering her words from earlier today. "He is, but I wanted to cuddle with you too, and you were significantly more sweaty than he was earlier." She explained, kissing his cheek after.

Michael fell asleep halfway through, so (Y/n) and Emma got to cuddle the entire time. (Y/n)'s parents were in their own world, just watching the movie and never taking their eyes off it.

Once the movie ended, Emma placed a blanket over Michael so he didn't get cold overnight, and (Y/n)'s parents had left. "That was fun." (Y/n) commented. "Yeah. It was nice. But I'm still sore from basketball." Emma agreed. "Me too. He's really good." He mentioned. "Practice makes perfect." Emma smiled, before kissing Michael's cheek and going upstairs for the night, (Y/n) following her.