Don't push me off the edge.

Fifty six - Emma

**** Emma's P.O.V****

"Later." I say closing my eyes and putting my forehead on his shoulder. "I didn't like it when you hugged me when you walked in."

"Why not? I didn't know what else to do, I was glad you were still alive. After I saw you were on the ground scared. I grew angry I will admit."

"I didn't want you too see me like that, I don't even like it when you see me crying."

"I didn't care about that. I was just happy you were alright." He chuckles.

He kisses me on my cheek. My slapped cheek. I wince a little bit.

"Damn, was it that cheek he slapped you?" I nod. " What a prick. I didn't want to kill him only cause he was you're dad. But I would have done more to him." He says. "Wish I did."

"You have my permission." I say. 

"Could you not answer the phone or what?" He asks changing the  topic.

"I was on the ground, if I pulled it out he would take it from me obviously."

"Did he always abuse you? Or was this the first time?"

"It's happened a couple times. He threaten to kill me a couple times, and this time he wan't drunk." I said.

"Now your just making me want to beat his ass even more." I smile.

"Sorry. I'm glad I have you though. You wouldn't do all those things to me would you?" he leans back ad I lean on him, getting comfortable.

"Never. If I do, hurt me." He kisses my head and I snuggled against his chest. Getting warmer.

"Can I ask you something?" I say.

"Anything."

"Why do you want to protect me so much? I get that you might-"

"I'm gonna stop you there. I want to protect you because I love you, your my baby, my world, my existence. And I love you on and on and on. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Be safer."

"I don't care about that. I care about you're safety." He brings me closer to him. So close I could hear his breaths.

"When did you figure out you loved me then?" I look up at him smiling.

"When I confessed to myself I always wanted to be around you, and probably when I got you out of that hospital place from Smoke. I wanted to make sure you were safe. Speaking of," He feels around on my stomach. "How's the scar? Has it opened at all?"

"I don't feel any pain from there. So no, it's not that noticeable either."

"Lemme check the hits you're dad got you with. I want to make sure there's no bleeding." He starts sitting up, I also did. The pain in my chest wasn't much, I didn't make any sudden movements over the sharp pain that only lasted a couple seconds. I sat on the edge of the bed as he inspected my legs. Running his hands over them, me looking away, I was getting a bit uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt when I put pressure?" He pressed his hand down, I winced. "I see, maybe it's just a bruise. Doesn't look to be many scrapes. Now let me see you're arm." He sits next to me rolling my sleeve.

"It's bleeding," He stands up and goes in the bathroom, I didn't know exactly what he was doing, but about a minute later he came out with what looked like a ripped shirt. As if he cut up a T-Shirt for rags.

He wrapped it around my arm. "That's taken care of, and I won't check your chest just cause it's that awkward. But if it hurts that much let me know and I'll have a look." I sigh in relief.

"I'm not a perv," He defends himself sitting next to me. I laugh.

"I know, but you wouldn't want me poking at your chest now would you?"

"I wouldn't really care. But I see your point." I laugh. He smiles and puts his arm around me bringing me closer to him. I put my head on his shoulder.

"Do you still have the picture of the cliff?" I ask.

"Yeah, haven't printed them out though. I will sooner or later. Promise. I happen to like it too," He smiles. "It's where I met you after all." I smile back kissing him on the cheek.

"You're really cold," He rubs my arms. Then he sets my on the bed putting the covers over me, I guess I was a bit cold. He lied down next to me wrapping his arms around me. I was getting warmer already.

"Thanks."

"For what?" He laughs.

"For caring." I snuggled against his chest.

"Course. I love you." He tightens the grip. Hurting my arm a little but but I didn't say or do anything.

"Love you more." I tease.

"Thief." He laughs and pulls me away from him. I looked at him and he looked at me. I lift my body up so I can press my mouth against his.

"A very bad one." I say in between kisses. He chuckles. Our foreheads against each other. Head budding. Smiling. I was blushing and I buried my face into his chest to cover it.

"You shouldn't hide your blush from me." He says. "You look really cute when you do." I blush even more.

"Shut up." I say.

"No." He laughs. Derek puts his hands around my waist bringing me closer to him. I start to close my eyes.

"Sleepy?" I nod, "I'm not the best pillow." He laughs. I shake my head. 

"I don't care. You're all I need." I kiss him briefly.

"That's sweet." He kisses my head. I feel my eyes start to close. Then, I hear something that sounds like a phone going off. Star wars theme. It wasn't my phone, it had to be Derek's, unless Aaron left his phone here.

"That's me, sorry." He sits up and grabs his phone from his pocket.

"Aaron?" A few moments later. I hear Aaron talking through the phone but it was to hard to understand what he was saying. "What?" He says in a bit of anger. His heart pounding hard and fast. "I'll be right there." He starts putting his shoes on as he hangs up.