Our Son

Chapter Eight

Emma

I had woken up every morning of everyday for my entire life. Well, obviously I had. Some days I would wake up cranky or moody because something had happened the night before, or sometimes I would wake up ready for the day, just hopping out of bed and making my morning cup of coffee like I had done the day before. Occasionally, I would wake up smiling, so overjoyed for practically nothing or sometimes something I had planned for that day. But despite all those days of the 28 years of my life, I had never felt so good as I felt now, waking up with Regina Mills in my arms. Looking down as a smile that stretched from ear to ear spread over my face, I saw her perfect head resting on my stomach. Her dark hair fanned across her face and every little breath called a few strands to puff up and fall back down. A toned arm wrapped lightly around my waist and the other rested on my abdomen, next to her head. I sat there and watched her shoulders rise and fall for a good ten minutes, just taking in every single ounce of this moment. The throbbing in my head had dimmed down to a slight pulse every once in a while and the soreness in my throat had been quenched over night. Light illuminated the forest floor through the tree tops and birds tweeted happily above. I felt the angel sleeping on my stomach shift slightly, and watched as her eyes fluttered open. She looked around in front of her, as if remembering where she was, then took a deep breath. I tilted my head back against the rock and closed my eyes until I heard the most seductive and sexy morning voice I had ever heard in my life.

"Emma?" She groans softly as she pressed her hands to my sides to prop herself up on her knees. I open my eyes and tilt my head forward to find my nose just inches away from hers. We lock eyes and both our breathing seems to stop. I take in every inch of her gorgeous face. The perfectly managed eyebrows, her beautiful chocolate colored eyes, her adorable, straight-bridged nose, the tiny scar that attached to her luscious, red lips. I noticed she was doing the same thing and I looked away. She shuffled back and cleared her throat.

"Good morning Ms. Swan." She says as she suddenly becomes interested in the tree beside her.

"Good morning, Madame Mayor." I respond, with an equal amount of formality as if we had not just slept together in the middle of a forest after we got knocked unconscious and suspended from a tree by a man that had kidnapped our son. She purses her lips and blinks a few times, as if she is trying to hold back tears. It breaks my heart. I lean forward and unexpectedly wrap my arms tightly around her neck, pulling her into my embrace. She buries her face in my neck without hesitation and begins to cry. I feel her back shaking against my arms and I kiss her shoulder softly. "Hey it's-" I stop as a sob escapes her throat and vibrates against my neck. "Don't cry." I mutter. I begin to feel my vision blur as tears hover over my eyes. She pulls back and looks me in the eyes. Her makeup has begun to run slightly and it gives her the look of desperation. I had never thought the mayor to have actual feelings. Her look is one that twist something in my gut and makes my heart beat a little bit faster. I can't help myself, I lean forward to where our noses brush against each other. We exchange steamy breaths for a few short moments as we silently agree that what we have is real. Our lips lock in a passionate kiss and soon our tongues do a romantic dance with each other. I feel her arms slide around my neck and I snake mine down to around her waist. I pull away and press my forehead to hers. Bringing my hand up to her cheek, I cradle it lightly and brush away her tears with my thumb.

"We'll find him." I whisper, now knowing the cause of her tears. She nods gently and gives me a half smile.

"I-"

"Emma?" A loud scream interrupts the words she was about to say and I jerk back. Standing to my feet quickly and helping Regina up before running towards the sound.

"Mary Margaret!" I call back before I hear her voice again, closer this time. We jog around a set of trees to see the brunette standing in a small opening with her back turned to us. I rush forward, leaving Regina standing by the brush. "Mary Margaret." I breathe out. She twist around, a worried look on her face and throws her arms around me, squeezing me tightly.

"Emma, oh thank God you're okay!" I close my eyes and wince when I feel a hand come up to the back of my head and pull it closer to her. For a short moment, my vision goes blurred from the sudden pain. She notices and pulls back. "What happened?" She questions, as she examines my condition, which might not be too great. I look back to see Regina awkwardly standing back, as still as a statue. Turning my head to the teacher again, I answer her, "Henry has been kidnapped." She gasp and places a hand over her mouth. After a moments pause, she places a hand on my shoulder and tilts her head to the side to look at the mayor standing a few feet behind me.

"Well come on then." She says quietly. "Let's go get the stuff we need to get him back."