Our Son

Chapter Twelve

Emma

Smooth, Emma. Real smooth. I mutter to myself when I stumble against the hood of my car a.k.a. my guardian angel that saved me from complete and horrific embarassment. I tried my best to walk it off and make it look like I had clicked my heels or something abnormal like that, but I'm not really sure if I succeeded; I didnt dare to look back now. I could practically feel Regina's eyes trained on my butt from 30 yards away, not that I was against it or anything...

I opened the car door and leaned into the drivers seat, grabbing my gun, a flashlight, and a water bottle, placing the weapon in its holster and clipping the flashlight to my belt loop. I listened as Regina walked up behind me and snaked her hands around my waist, which seriously turned me so she really needed to stop because I shouldn't be getting fiesty when I was supposed to be finding my son. Although Henry could wait...Oh wait, no he couldn't, oops. Her warm lips kissed my neck softly once and then twice and then she removed herself from my back and took a step away from me. I turned around to find her taking a swig from my water bottle and realized it was not in my hand anymore.

"That was sneaky." I say. She winks before she takes another sip.

"Well," I stare into her eyes, trying to win this game we're playing. "I'm a sneaky person." she screws the cap back on and hands me the bottle, which I take absent-mindedly.

"Why don't you tell me something I don't know?" I reply, mentally fist-bumping myself for coming up with such a good comeback. She smirks, clearly not offended by my smart ass remark.

"Another time, dear." she says in that devishly attractive voice that does wonders to the lower half of my body.
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I'm pretty sure walking into the forest was the easiest part, because the rest was all downhill. Literally. Like we literally were running full speed downhill for our lives because the man who had clubbed us last time was right at our heels and was about to kill us. It's kind of sad, really, that we had been walking in a straight line for at least a mile before we noticed he was right behind us.

"Regina! Go left!" I screamed through my out-of-breath lungs. I jumped to the side quickly and juked out a tree. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she made a sharp left and darted the other way. Damn that woman is fast. I dodged a few more trees before I stopped suddenly and pressed my back to one. Steady your breathing
Emma. I think to myself. I hear the mans footsteps dash by and fade away. I inhale deeply and let out a long breath. I squeeze my eyes shut. He's gone. Psych! I couldn't be more wrong.

I hear the footsteps return. The pace quickens as does my heart. I feel my fingers close around the warm handle of my gun. Closer. Louder. I spin around the tree and point the gun at a very scared Regina. She freezes in her fast pace and jumps back, hands up in surrender.

"Woah! It's me!" I lower the gun and watch as she bends down and places her hands on her knees, trying to control her sketchy breathing. Little puffs of steam fly out of my mouth and fan my face, making it uncomfortably damp.

"Did you see any sign of him?" I whisper. She locks eyes with me and shakes her head no. I can't stand it any longer, I race forward as she does the same and we embrace in a tight hug. She buries her face into my neck and I feel her hands roaming my back, seeking comfort. I pull her closer by her waist and kiss the side of her perfect head softly.

"We're alright." I mumble. I feel her nod against my shoulder and I look up, examining the fact that we're under a canopy of tree tops. The ground around us is pretty much just roots and dirt and although its the middle of the day, the thin trees and their branches cast eery shadows across the forest floor.

"Do you think we lost him?" Regina takes a step back and pulls her coat closer to her. I watch carefully as she wipes underneath her eyes then sticks her hands in her pocket. I look away and scan the area behind her, not seeing anything, I nod my head.

"I think-" her brown eyes widen to the size of saucers and her lips part slightly. At first I thought I might have some unwanted tree moss on my face or something awkward like that, but then I realized she was looking at something behind me. I spun around and could barely even catch a glance of the man before he clubbed me once again and I fell to the cold dirt below. My head spun and my vision blurred. I stared at the brown boots in front of me and I nearly screamed from anger and confusion. I couldn't leave Regina. Not now. Not alone with the curly haired, handsome brunette, standing above me. Because although I'm not sure what happened between them, I have no doubt in my mind that the man above me would kill Regina. I could tell by the way he stood and the gaze of pure rage that radiated from his eyes. Despite all my efforts to stay conscious, my eyelids failed me and closed, causing everything to go black.
Damn you, Graham.