Little Did I Know

Chapter nine

Jakob

Okay, so that was not the type of response I was expecting from Emma. Not that I really knew what she was going to say when Walter asked. But definitely not that!

After waking up to an empty bed with no Emma in sight, my first thought had been that she'd snuck out on me. But I quickly heard her voice from somewhere in the apartment, and my heart rate kicked up its pace in a good way. I'd quietly walked downstairs at the end of their talk about Lethal Weapons and how good the movies were.

I'd stopped dead in my tracks when Walter asked that question. And of course, the two idiots knew I was standing there, listening the whole time. They'd seen me sneaking down the stairs.

Emma turned around in her chair as the boys kept on staring at me. Her eyes were big as saucers and her mouth partly open, but she quickly turned it into an innocent smile.

"Good morning," she said as she got up from her seat and walked over to the kitchen counter and more specifically the coffee maker.

"How does this thing work?" she asked investigating the machine vigorously.

I managed to snap out of my morning haze and astonishment of the question. And her answer.

I walked over to Emma and placed my hands on her hips, gently moving her to the side so I could make her a cup of coffee. It was the least I could do.

"Here, let me," I said opening the cabinet above the coffee machine and took down a box with different coffee pods containing different tastes. "What do you feel like?"

"Wow, fancy," Emma said peering around my shoulder. "I'm just used to a good old regular coffee machine; you know with filters. You choose. I don't care as long as there's a good dose of caffeine in it."

"Coming right up," I said placing a pod in the machine and pressing start, just as a Taylor Swift song came on over the speakers.

Emma squealed and turned the music up. She looked practically giddy as she started to sing along, "'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play. And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, I shake it off."

Emma shook her fine ass while singing and started dancing in place and belting out all the lyrics of the song. She looked adorable as fuck shaking her little ass back and forth and moving her hips side to side. I was completely enthralled. And it looked like the boys were as well. Who could really blame them? She was hot. Maybe even more so in the morning with no makeup and one of the messiest buns I've ever laid eyes on. She was spinning around herself and ended up facing me, still shaking her hips to the beat.

"Come on, dance with me," she said with her arms stretched out towards me. She cocked her head to the side and said, "you gotta know the tv series Grey's anatomy, right?"

I nodded my head. Who hadn't heard about the medical series that somehow never ended? Were they on season 18? Or was it 19 seasons?

"Where Meredith has these dance it out sessions, where she just lets loose. It's the best. I'm always having dance parties at home with my ki..."

Wait, what?!

Emma clamped up and stopped dancing for a second before she continued rambling, "not important. But it's fun to just dance it out, don't you think? You always feel better afterwards. Come on!"

I was still stuck on the previous sentence, she didn't finish. With her what? She couldn't be a...? Right?

My eyes as well as my mind was quickly averted back to Emma's movements. She gave zero fucks as to dancing pretty or sexy. She danced as she felt like. And her hips definitely didn't lie. You couldn't help but just look at her with a bit of fascination mixed with awe. My eyes drifted over to the guys, and they were sporting the same puppy dog eyes as me sprinkled with a bit of interest and an unmistakeable feeling came over me immediately.