#secretsinfulmuses

Emma had been just getting down from her horse when she heard Neal come up behind her. She turned, a certain strange feeling settling in her chest at her brother’s words, especially when she saw that look on his face. “P-Play? Where did they go, Neal?” She tried to look over her brother’s shoulder, as if seeing if her mother and father were close by. 

Emma stared for a moment, still not used to this new part of Graham, the part he called Christian.  The sight of the tool in his hand, thin and sinewy but she knew mostly harmless, gave her more pause.  “Can I ask what I did?”  She glanced at the door to his right, thinking of bolting.  She knew that she’d been out drinking with August, she knew she’d taken Killian on patrol without David, she knew she’d done a lot of things.  What’d he know?

Emma hadn’t seen Neal in awhile and had thought, for some time now, that he’d up and abandoned her. Like everyone else always seemed to. So when she came home one day to find him there, she nearly jumped, surprised. “N-Neal?” she said, blinking, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. “Is it really you?” She had the strongest urge to run to him, to go to her knees before him… 

James glanced up, seeing what was playing on the screen that Nelle had come across. He smirked as the porn played out. “She’s sucking the man’s cock,” he said simply, as if saying the temperature of the weather outside. “Do you want to try, princess?” 

Until Neal continued, casually mentioning that secret she knew to be true. Her smile started to fade, expression tightening, as Emma’s throat tightened a little. “Neal...” she started to say, when he sat down. “Neal, it--It’s complicated.” She couldn’t tell him JJ had faked the tests, that Killian believed, wholeheartedly, the baby to be his... “It’s complicated.” 

Emma looked up at the sound of JJ’s voice, and while she wasn’t really against his fucking her, she knew she should be. Where such a thought even came from--Get it out of your head, Emma, she told herself, looking towards the hall. Emma knew Killian was just downstairs, asleep. He’d drank a lot. “JJ...” she started to say quietly, already moving across the room to him, shutting the door once she pulled him further inside, pushing JJ back against her desk as Emma went to her knees. It’s the last time, she told herself, even if she knew that was a lie. 

Ruby glanced over her shoulder, noticing it was only JJ. She didn’t spend a lot of time with him, really. “Oh, it wasn’t anyone important,” she said, waving it off, as she pocketed the cell, her short skirt riding up a bit as she bent over to pick up her bag from the floor. It was time to start closing up the diner, anyway. 

Emma glanced up when she heard JJ, surprised to hear him say that. She had thought he wanted nothing to do with their child. “You... You mean that?”