Ever been working on a semi-important fic that stresses you out to the point that you put it aside to write pointless fluff instead? Yeah, me neither. Can be seen as the unofficial sequel to Little Princess.
Word count: 537
It’s dark when Emma wakes up, the clock on her nightstand reading 3:38 in the morning. She rolls over to cuddle up to the person beside her, an involuntary habit she’s developed over the past few years, only to find the other side of the bed empty and the sheets cold.
Emma doesn’t panic like she might have once before, when trust was nonexistent to her. She knows exactly where he is.
Dressed in one of Killian’s shirts and an old pair of pajama shorts that have seen better days, she quietly steps down the hall. She has to remind herself there’s no need to stick her head in Henry’s room, and sighs. Her son had moved to Boston for his freshman year of college just the month before, and adjusting to this new change had been much harder than she ever anticipated. Despite how proud she is of him and his accomplishments, her heart is now in three pieces, and she can’t help but wish one of them wasn’t under a different roof several hours away.
you know I love you so
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It All Starts With a Dance 