Waking Up [SwanQueen]

Chapter Four - Emma, Friday 5pm

"This is our home?" Emma pondered out loud in Hook's direction, glancing around at the interior of a house that felt foreign to her. She saw pictures on the walls of the two of them. Pictures of Henry. Pictures of her and the strangers who were supposedly her parents. She wondered why she didn't have pictures with Regina, but knew it wasn't a good time to bring that up. Emma knew though that she couldn't get the brunette out of her head since the moment she woke up.

"Aye. We moved in recently and are finally getting acclimated. It's a welcome change from the Jolly Roger, as much as I loved my ship."

"Right... forgot about the whole uh, "Captain Hook" thing." Hook frowned at her air quoting his name. "That'll still take some getting used to. So tell me — is it okay if I call you Killian? Because I don't know if I can call you Captain Hook with a straight face." Emma laughed, trying to find the humor in this situation.

"You can call me whatever you'd like, love." He raised an eyebrow and she blushed, flattered by his flirting. She wasn't used to feeling wooed by men so easily but she liked his charm and sense of humor.

"I apologize again for the slap at the hospital. You just took me by surprise." Emma confessed, immediately surprised at how easy it was for her to be honest with her thoughts. But she knew she had to just be open if it meant getting her memory and life back to the way it was.

"Well, you know how you could make it up to me? I never did get that kiss from you that I wanted. He smirked again and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed him back and decided that this might be an easy way to get her memory back. She'd seen it in movies before. Someone remembers lost memories after kissing someone they love and the feelings come rushing back.

She figured it couldn't hurt. Obviously if they lived together, they must kiss often enough, so what's the harm?

She pushed him back onto the sofa and straddled him while deepening their kiss. Before she knew it, his warm tongue was inside her mouth, aggressively fighting for dominance. Emma felt her eyes flutter back in pleasure but quickly realized her mind wasn't there with this Killian man she barely knew. Her thoughts were flooded with images of the woman she remembered earlier. The Evil Queen. Regina. The only person she felt any sort of connection to since she had woken up.

"Killian, wait." She cut him off as his hand slipped under her shirt. He pulled away carefully, looking like a lost puppy staring up at the blonde beauty in his lap.

"What's wrong, love? Did you remember something?"

"Maybe. No. Not really. I have to go!" Emma slid her arms into the sleeves of her leather jacket and ran out the door. Hook stayed on the couch, too stunned to say a word.

She yanked her cell phone out of her back pocket and found Regina's name in her contact list. After two dial tones, she heard the familiar voice on the other end of the phone. "Emma. What's wrong? Is everything okay, dear?"

"No, it's not. Not really. I need to see you but I don't know where you live and I'm not allowed to drive with my concussion. Can you pick me up?"

"Of course. I'll be there in ten minutes." Regina hung up the call and Emma plopped down on the front steps. She could feel Hook's eyes on her watching through the window upstairs.

While she sat in the cold, waiting for Regina to pull up to the house, she glanced down at her cell phone. Her phone wallpaper was a picture of her and the boy, Henry, she remembered. She smiled at the picture, but felt guilty not knowing who he was or who even took the picture of them in the first place. She groaned and tucked the phone away.

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"Make yourself at home, dear. I'm making lasagna for dinner and it'll be ready shortly. Why don't you go help Henry set the table?"

Emma nodded and walked into the kitchen. Henry smiled at her and approached her for a hug. "I know you don't remember me, but I'm so happy you're okay. I just needed to hug you."

Emma smiled and looked down at the boy with his arms wrapped around her who she desperately wished she could remember. "Well, even if I don't remember the past few years, that doesn't mean you aren't my son and I'm glad I'm okay, too."

Emma couldn't keep the smile off her face as they all sat down to eat. She took a bite of the lasagna couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped her lips. Regina shifted uncomfortably in her chair and snapped her gaze up at Emma.

"Miss Swan, I know my cooking is impeccable but that's highly inappropriate to do in front of a 15-year-old boy. Must I remind you that he's our son?"

Emma laughed and offered a fake apology. "Sorry, sorry! But, c'mon... this is the best lasagna I've ever tasted. If all of your cooking is this good, good luck getting rid of me because I'm definitely moving in here permanently."

Regina felt a tug from somewhere inside her after hearing the blonde's words. She couldn't recognize the feeling but she liked the way it felt and decided to keep this discussion going. "Just wait until we get to dessert!" She winked at Emma and the blonde blushed and began fidgeting before taking another bite of her dinner.

"Let me guess, since you're the Evil Queen, apples are involved? Just promise not to poison me, your majesty." She let out a loud laugh at her own joke and Regina couldn't help but grin at the irony. If only Emma knew.

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"Mom, can I show Emma my story book? Maybe it will help her remember." Henry eagerly asked Regina after taking the last bite of his apple pie.

"Yes, Henry. That's a wonderful idea. Why don't you go grab it and Emma can meet you in the living room while I clean up?"

Henry jumped up and sprinted to his room to grab his book. He settled onto the couch and began to tell Emma about how everything that ever happened is in the book and how he's actually the author now. Emma flipped through the book and became engulfed in the stories. She was amazed to know the details and the twists on the classic stories she grew up learning, but part of her just didn't believe it to be anything more than just stories. She knew she wasn't a savior. And that her parents didn't put her in a magical wardrobe to break the Evil Queen's curse. Speaking of the Evil Queen, Emma lifted her head and smiled when she saw Regina enter the room.

She was carrying two mugs of hot cocoa with cinnamon and Emma grinned from ear to ear. "How did you know it was my favorite?" She questioned the brunette.

"I know a lot about you, dear. We have quite the complicated history but we can save those stories for later. Let's just focus on the fairytales in the book for now and then let you get some rest."

Emma nodded at her response and flipped to the next page of the story book.