Characters;
Emerson Kropp
Stephanie Rachel
Female Reader
Dedication;
-AmericasSuiteHeart
Disclaimer;
I'm quite sure Stephanie is an amazing woman, this is purely a (pretty shitty) work of fiction.
Thank you and enjoy.
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"Are you ready, love?" Emerson asked, his hand on the small of
[Y/N]'s back.
"As ready as I'll ever be." She answered, a smile on her lips - a forced one - as Emerson entered his mother's home.
Emerson entered before [Y/N], holding the door for her. Upon her entry, he closed the door gently.
Emerson's mother, Stephanie, stood in the kitchen, a glass of wine in her hand.
Her hand ran over her granite countertop as she walked over to greet the pair.
Emerson gave his mother a short hug, a smile gracing her wine stained lips.
"Mrs. Kropp, it's nice to meet you," [Y/N] greeted, her cheeks tinted rose as she smiled.
Stephanie gave her a subtle
disgusted look, and turned back to Emerson.
"This is your girlfriend?" She asked Emerson, furrowing her eyebrows intensely.
"She is," Emerson said, looking at her mother with slight confusion.
"It's nice to meet you, I suppose." She said, holding her hand out for [Y/N] to take. "You can call me Stephanie."
[Y/N] shook her hand, her manicured nails scratching her lightly.
"[Y/N]." She responded, a shrill nod coming from Stephanie as she glanced back at Emerson.
"Well, let's eat dinner, then." Stephanie said stiffly, pursing her stained lips.
Emerson nodded, taking [Y/N]'s hand in his, running his finger soothingly over her knuckles.
She took a shakey breath in, following as Stephanie walked into her small dining room.
"You look very lovely," [Y/N] complimented, hoping to gain some sort of positive recognition from Emerson's mother.
"Thank you," she responded, pursing her lips, "it's nice to see you have good taste in other people's clothing."
Stephanie looked from [Y/N]'s shoes to her hair, cringing internally very blatantly.
Emerson gave [Y/N] a guilty look, shrugging his shoulders sympathetically.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, leading her to sit at the side of the table.
Stephanie sat across from her, Emerson beside [Y/N].
Stephanie had prepared lasagna which was eaten in complete silence until Emerson complimented his mother's cooking.
"Thank you for dinner," [Y/N] thanked, walking with Emerson to the door.
Stephanie nodded, crossing her arms in front of her. Her head tilted in an unapreciative nod.
"Well, at least you have your manners going for you," Stephanie said rudely, setting her hand on
[Y/N]'s shoulder.
At this, [Y/N] scoffed, stepping from Stephanie's grip.
"I'm waiting in the car." She said, turning and walking to the car, very obviously upset.
She had only waited a few minutes before Emerson pulled the drivers side door open, beginning to drive.
"I'm sorry." He said, attempting to pull her hand from her lap.
[Y/N] kept it positioned stiffly in her lap, her expression very obviously angered.
"She hated me." [Y/N] said smoothly, "I tried to be kind, but she still hated me."
Emerson gave her a saddened look, finally prying her hand from her lap.
"The only thing that matters is the way I feel about you," he said sweetly.
His eyes diverted from the road, to look at her.
She still appeared angered, though slightly less.
"She doesn't have to love you, becasue I do." He said, bringing the back of her hand to his plump lips and leaving a kiss.
"I love you too," she said with a sigh, leaning her head in her hand, her elbow now resting against the door.
He smiled, removing her hand from his, cupping her chin gently as he tried to focus on the road.
"Smile for me, baby." He coaxed, running his thumb across her bottom lip.
[Y/N] looked to Emerson, his smile still playing on his lips.
She smiled lightly, taking his hand between her two small ones, the smile placed beautifully on her lips.
"That's what I like to see."
