Nothing Without You: Emerson Barrett Fanfic

Chapter Nine

It had been three weeks since everything had gone down. Three weeks since we tried to host a family get-together. Three weeks since Emily fainted and we found out we would be getting another niece or nephew. It was now the first week of September, which meant on the sixteenth we would once again be on the road for tour. I was exhausted just thinking about it, but I was excited too. Emerson and I packed already so we wouldn't be rushed to pack before we left. 

At the moment we sat on the couch entangled in each other's limbs watching Scream. I had picked it out of course. I had an undying love for horror much to his dislike. He wasn't scared of them. He didn't care for them. I found it funny, but none of the boys cared much for horror and, that broke my heart honestly. "I'm kind of hungry." Emerson spoke up after a moment. 

"Me too. What do you want? I don't mind to cook." I looked up at him with a smile. 

"You've done the cooking all week princess. Let me do it." 

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I like cooking too you know. Seb may be the chef of the family, but I can still cook." He laughs standing up. 

"Well, then can we have Italian?" 

"Ummmm... Maybe you should cook?" He chuckles. 

"I'll make some Risotto." 

"That works for me." He smiles standing up before going to fetch his sketchbook.

"What are you working on?" I smiled as we walked into the kitchen together. He lays his book on the counter flipping to his most recent work. 

"Nothing in particular."

I raised my eyebrow looking at the page with a bridge on it that flowed in a zigzag shape. On the other was a simple outline of a face. That seemed to be what he was focused on at the moment. "Is that me?" I blushed looking up at him.

"Yeah." He smiled nodding.

"That's not your normal art. Usually, it's places we've been... you own tiny world in your mind.. buildings, ships, the list goes on and on...but never me. Never people." 

He shrugs. "Wanted to try something different."

I smiled leaving him be as I got out the ingredients and began cooking. I glanced up at him from time to time as I cooked watching him as he sketched away deep in thought. "Do you want some chicken parmesan too?" I asked after thinking for a moment. 

"Are you sure? You just spent time making risotto, I couldn't ask for more."

"You're not. I offered. Do you want it?"

"Please." He nods with a smile. 

I smiled back before grabbing everything I needed to make chicken parm. "Can I play some music?" I asked. "Or would that be too much of a distraction?" 

"How about I just put the art away and grab my guitar? I'll sing to you."

"I'd love that honestly." He had yet to ever ask me if I wanted him to sing to me. Of course, the answer would always be "yes." He could sing to me day or night and I would be completely happy. When he returns with his guitar he sits back in the spot he was in before looking up at me. 

"What do you want to hear?" 

"Die for Something Beautiful." It was some of their earlier work, but I still loved it a lot. He smiled big as he started to sing while I got back to cooking. When he finished he went into singing something I wasn't familiar with. I looked over at him smiling. "Something new?" 

"Just something I came up with."

"I love it Em."

He smiled as he continued to sing softly fading out until he was just strumming his guitar. When I was done with the chicken I grabbed some plates sitting them on the counter as I filled each one up. When I finished I carried them over to the table sitting across from him. He stands for a moment going to the fridge grabbing our drinks before he comes back.