8 years later --Boston--
Emma's POV
"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Emma, happy birthday to you. "
Rose stands above my bed with a large grin on her face.
"It's too early for this" I groan. October 23rd, my 30th birthday. I look at my alarm clock next to my bed and groan again. It says 6am.
"Your officially old Swan, I cannot believe you are 30!"
"Yeah neither can I " I roll off of my bed and kiss Rose on the cheek.
"Thank you, please tell me you cooked?"
"Well duh! Come" I follow her into the kitchen and a breakfast is laid out on the table.
"What time did you get up this morning doing all this ?" I ask.
"That doesn't matter Swan it's your birthday! Now sit down. Eat." I sit down on the island stool and begin to eat my birthday breakfast.
Rose moved in with me 8 years ago, after Major left her she wanted a new start so she moved in with me in Boston and it has been great.
I attach my gun to my belt and look in the mirror one last time.
"Why are you working on your birthday Swan?"
"Work is important Bell, I'll be back tonight I promise we can have a two person party ok. "
"Ok Swan, be safe "
I arrive at the Sheriff station.
"Swan we got a job for you. Are you down? " my lieutenant says to me.
"Yeah, " I reply.
"That guy who stole a ton of money, remember him? He used his credit card early this morning at a town In Maine"
I nod at him.
"You coming?"
"Yeah"
" Good job Swan, oh and by the way happy birthday. " What? The only person that knows about my birthday is Rose?
"Wha- Um thanks?"
"Hurry up Swan unless you don't want to come?" I hurry after the lieutenant and get inside the police car.
"How did you know it was my birthday?"
"Rose" Oh right.
"I forgot that you two screwed a few times. "
"Shut up Swan" he says jokingly.
A few hours later we drive past a sign saying 'welcome to storybrooke' We are here.
"I'm hungry and it's my birthday so we need to get food. "
"Fine you win. There's a diner on the left. " Granny's Diner. He stops the car and we both get out.
A little bell singles above the door as we walk through it. An old woman with grey hair seems happy to see us.
"3 newcomers in one week?" Huh?
"Um, yeah" I say. Lieutenant pats my arm
"Hey I'm buying cause it's your birthday."
"Nonsense, Granny interrupts.
"If it's the young woman's birthday then nobody shall be buying, what would you like on the house?" Well I can't refuse free coffee.
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Queen Wears Prada
FanfictionEmma Swan works at one of the richest companies in America and who owns it? None other than Regina Mills! Can Emma survive her job as well as all of the other obstacles in her life too?
