[So what if she knew he wasn't entirely asleep, she couldn't drift back either. When she feels his lips warm the top of her head she smirks, because it doesn't make sense for either one of them to be mad anymore. Emma isn't bothered by his past, but seeing it nudge into what they have now wasn't exactly a great moment for her. It took her twenty-eight years to find a family of her own, and she holds tight to anything that's meant to be hers.
She always has, honestly. Just look at her baby blanket and the few pieces of jewelry she owns. And of course it's worse when it's someone instead of something. She can't help herself.]
Next time there'll be bruises.
[It's an empty threat, and she reaches for his hand to brush her fingertips against his knuckles. She should move, they should head out of town.
If they never see this place again, that'll be fine with her.]
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She always has, honestly. Just look at her baby blanket and the few pieces of jewelry she owns. And of course it's worse when it's someone instead of something. She can't help herself.]
Next time there'll be bruises.
[It's an empty threat, and she reaches for his hand to brush her fingertips against his knuckles. She should move, they should head out of town.
If they never see this place again, that'll be fine with her.]