Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Three

Father

Emma and (Y/n) had an interesting relationship. They hooked up one time four years ago and never said anything after it. They went their separate ways and continued with their own lives. The only issue with that was Emma never told him he was a father. After their hookup she pretty much went off the grid. Her social media's were dormant, no paparazzi had seen her, and no news articles came up about her either. She had disappeared.

One day (Y/n) was walking around a neighborhood near his own when he noticed a familiar face walking up to the front porch of a modern two story house. "Hey Emma!" He waved, getting the brunettes attention. However she wasn't alone. There was a very small boy who looked no older than three holding onto her hand. The boy looked exactly like Emma except for the eyes. But the eyes looked very familiar.

"Hello (Y/n)." Emma mumbled nervously. "Who's this?" He asked. The boy looked familiar, especially his eyes. "This is my son Michael." She introduced. "Michael, this is my friend (Y/n)." Emma told her son. "Hello Michael." He waved and bent down to give him a high five. "Hi mr (Y/n)" Michael whispered while he high fived (Y/n).

"He looks exactly like you! Except for...the eyes." (Y/n) told her, his eyes widening after he finished talking. "They look like my eyes. Wait- is he mine?" He whispered so only Emma could hear it. The gears started turning in his head as he analyzed the situation. Emma knew that he knew Michael was his son after practically seeing the gears turning in his head and his eyes going wide. She knew he would want to know everything, so she put her pride aside and decided to let him in. "Let me go put him down for a nap and then we can talk." She told him, picking up Michael and bringing him inside the house.

(Y/n) sat down on the couch while Emma and Michael disappeared upstairs. "Mummy?" Micheal tapped her shoulder. "Yeah?" She responded. "Can mr (Y/n) play with me?" Michael asked her. "Maybe once you wake up from your nap you can play with him. I'm sure he would love to play with your toys, especially Spider-Man." She whispered while tucking him in bed. "I like mr (Y/n). He's funny." Michael told his mother, who nodded. "He's very nice. Now go to sleep. I love you." Emma told him before turning off the lights and leaving the room.

"You have some explaining to do." (Y/n) told her once she came back downstairs. "I know." Emma mumbled and sat down on the couch. "So, let's hear it." He said expectantly. "Well, when we hooked up we didn't use protection." Emma started, being cut off by the man next to her. "Obviously." He scoffed before Emma continued.

"And then I found out I was pregnant, but I didn't have any of your contacts so I couldn't tell you and then once he was born I was planning to find you and tell you. I knew you needed to know that you had a son. But a part of me didn't want to share him with anyone. Then I got so attached and I don't know why I never told you because I had found you by then, but I liked it being just him and I. It was him and I against the world. I was the only person he needed and I liked that. It felt nice to be the only person he needed in his life, he relied on me for everything. He still does. I know it was wrong and incredibly selfish to keep you in the dark and never let you know you had a son and I'm really sorry for that." Emma explained, not looking (Y/n) in the eye once. Nobody said anything for a second after until (Y/n) spoke up.

"Do I get to see him now? I want to be in his life." He asked. Emma nodded and finally looked at him, only to see him deep in thought. "Yes. He's your son too." Emma reluctantly agreed. "Can I see pictures of him?" He asked again, and once again Emma nodded. She stood up and walked over to a bookshelf. After pulling out a huge book she walked back over to the couch and sat next to (Y/n), opening the book up to reveal that it was a photo album.

"That's the day he was born. November fourth." Emma explained while pointing to a picture of Michael in a bassinet. "And that's my family with him." She continued while he looked at pictures of different people holding the baby. "And that's him on Christmas. He got to meet Santa on Christmas morning. It wasn't the real Santa but you get the idea." She pointed to a picture of baby Michael with Santa. It was probably her father but in a Santa suit. "There he is on New Years with Bonnie, Dan and I. And Bonnie is holding her son Ben. He's younger then Michael by a few weeks but they're best friends" She explained while (Y/n) looked at a picture of Emma holding Michael with Bonnie on one side of her and holding Ben, and Dan on the other side of her.

"This is him when we went to Disneyland. Rupert wanted to take his daughter and asked us to join." Emma told (Y/n) while he looked at a picture of Michael and Emma wearing Mickey ears. Michael didn't looked too thrilled with them but he still looked pretty little. "How old was he?" (Y/n) spoke for the first time in a few minutes. "Four months. I felt pretty nervous about taking him because he was so little, but he was fine. He didn't love the Mickey ears though. He wouldn't stop crying until I took them off." She answered. "I got stopped a lot that day cause of children thinking I was Belle. They weren't wrong but it was just a interesting day." She added.

"What does he like?" (Y/n) wondered while continuing to flip through the photos. "Spider-Man. He loves Spider-Man. It's like his favorite thing ever." Emma answered. Michael came downstairs a few minutes later wearing his Spider-Man pajamas, proving Emma's point about how much he loves Spider-Man.

He took out his toys and offered one to (Y/n), who accepted it and sat down next to him. "That one's Spider-Man. And he fights all the bad guys." Michael explained while getting the villains Spider-Man had to fight. "You get to be this one. And I get to be Spider-Man." He mumbled while Emma watched the two of them. The two of them played with Spider-Man and the villains for a while until Michael took (Y/n) up to his room and showed him all of his toys.

Michaels room was exactly how you would imagine it. He had Spider-Man toys everywhere. The walls were grey but he had a red and blue racecar bed. (Y/n) noticed a bookshelf with a bunch of children's books in the corner of the room along with a rocking chair, and a nightstand next to Michael's bed. There were also a few framed photos of Michael and Emma that she probably put in there for him. He also had many drawings taped up onto the walls. It looked like a normal kids bedroom.

"Can I come over tomorrow?" (Y/n) asked while getting his things. It was getting late and he needed to go home before Michael went to bed. "Sure. He really likes you." Emma smiled. "He better, I'm his dad after all." He agreed. Emma kissed his cheek quickly. "See you tomorrow (Y/n)." She whispered and let out a small giggle. "Bye." He mumbled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before running off. Things were really looking up for everyone.