(A/N: I got too tired while writing last night, so I couldn't make it for yesterday.)
The clattering of metal cuttlery on porcelain, reverberated across the room repeatedly, as the family of two ate together. There was no talking, yet it didn't feel awkward, far from it actually.
"Mama," I called for Emily's attention.
"Hmm?" And she showed me I had her's.
"Aren't you curious? About what I am." I asked.
I looked up to her after hearing an ecstatic inhale, and was shocked at the sheer width of a beam she had on. So she was curious after all. Six years and I didn't even notice, I feel terrible.
"Sorry," I averted my gaze back to my food in guilt. "that… must have been suffocating."
"No no! Not at all. You're misunderstanding me Adam." I brought my gaze back to her face that was quickly changed into a regretful frown.
"I… wasn't happy when you asked that question because I was going to get the answer of it, I was… just happy that you actually asked the question." She said with a smile that seemed to be corrupted with regret.
"To answer your question, yes I am curious." She began using her cutlery, only to change her mind once the food was just an inch from her mouth, putting the cutlery down.
"But I didn't want to pressure you into it. And… I want you to feel comfortable with these things, Adam. My love for you won't change, no matter what. Just be free with me. As long as you do that, I will be happy." Her face relaxed, as she felt glad thinking that she couldn't have said it better.
"So yeah, sorry for seeming so happy. Uh, it's our first time talking about something like this, so I guess I wasn't ready, I'll try to improve. So just be natural when you tell me these things and I will be too. I want to become someone you can lean on, that's what mothers are for." She said in a motherly voice.
I bit my lip, with tears slowly welling up in my eyes. It's this stupid clumsiness, that I can never accept about myself.
The clattering resumed, as I thought about how to say this truthfully, yet cause the least amount of shock possible. But gently pulling me out of my thoughts, was a soothing voice.
"Relax, Adam. I'm ready to be shocked, don't worry about anything. Just say what you want when you talk to me. That is what will make me the most happy." She reminded me.
"Oh, yes." I said, and then I took a deep breath, and began my tale.
"…So basically, I am from another world."
Dude, seriously? I know she told you to be natural, but that just seemed handpicked to shock…
I peeked at Emily's face, and saw the poker face that she hinted she would try make. Except it wasn't too good of a poker face, as drops of sweat crawled down her cheeks and neck.
"You're sweating already, Emily." I chuckled.
"Springs quite hot this year, isn't it?" She attempted a save.
After a few seconds of eye contact, we both broke out into a long laughter.
"Aah, the irony..." She teased, wiping a tear from her eye, recovering from her gush of laughter.
"Anyway, enough of that. So yeah, I'm from another world. And I was a king in that world. But then I was killed, and for some reason, I was taken to this world after my death. When Adam opened his eyes was when I entered this body."
My explanation was met by a cold silence, as Emily stared at me blankly. I mean, what was she supposed to say.
"Um, I'm gonna be in the bedroom. It might take a while to process what you just said, haha." She laughed almost robotically as she left her barely touched plate of pasta alone, and stood up to walk towards the bedroom.
And I just continued eating.
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It's been 3 hours, and Emily still hasn't come out of the bedroom yet. I finished my food ages ago, so I ended up just reading my optic control book to pass the time as I waited for Emily.
-Knock -Knock
"Haah," I sighed, knowing something like this would happen. "you may enter."
Then the door to the bedroom opened after so long, as Emily came out of it with a reliever of a smile. She then stepped forward and knelt.
"I was just wondering if you were full, your majesty."
"I'm not full, I'm bloated. From predictable jokes, I mean." I said. "You almost scared me."
"Haha, sorry. It had to be made." She then moved back towards the dinner table, and sat at the plate that she failed to finish earlier.
"Uh, how old are you, by the way?" She said after a bit of silence.
"I was fifty one when I died, but now I'm technically sixty."
"Oh my god… you're old enough to be my grandpa. And you've been calling me mother all this time…" She said. I replied with silence.
"You don't act like it, though." She added
"So what happened? For you to enter this body, do you know?" She asked, trying to lift the mood. She knew what I was thinking about.
"No, I don't. I think it was transmigration though. I haven't thought about it much because I've been pretty scared, so the only possibilities I've thought of is gaining memories from my past life, and- …nevermind. But I dismissed it because if I did I would've woke up right when I came out." I said, not deciding to mention the thought of it maybe being hell.
"But it could still just be memories though? It's not like we'd be able to tell how it works. To be honest, I think that's more probable right now. Or maybe you had a weird phenomena of a super condensed realistic dream before you woke up. Ah! Maybe that's why you woke up 5 days later than you should've! Because you were in that dream!" She said.
Hmm, maybe I should've thought about it after all. It being a dream is a lot more relaxing to think about.
"Also, dont worry about a thing. You don't act like an old man anyway, so I won't treat you like one." She chuckled. A minute of silence followed as I began regretted my actions.
But what if that was just to comfort me, and she really is planning to treat me like one? Should I have even asked? Did I really just ruin everything?
Pulling me out of my trance, were warm arms that unhurriedly curled around my neck. Resting her head on my shoulder, her rhythmic breathing put me right back into the trance she just pulled me out of, and I sank a bit deeper into the sofa I was in. After a few seconds, her breathing halted, so she could speak.
"It was a dream, okay?" She said with a slight rasp in her voice.
"It was just a dream, so you're just a kid." She continued.
When she stopped talking, I noticed her breathing became unnatural, and she began shaking, again. Like those other two times. And again, tears began dampening my shoulder. She was holding all of this in, while she spoke to me.
Why is it that I'm always the one to be comforted? I want to comfort her.
Suddenly turning my head towards her, I ended up banging my head onto hers, knocking both our heads back. I wanted to kiss her on the cheek. I hate myself.
"S-Sorry, I tried to k-kiss you." I apologised. Contrary to my sour thoughts, a mellow smile ended up spreading across Emily's face as she processed what just happened, and she opened her mouth to speak.
"Didnt I tell you? You don't act like an old man at all, haha." She said with the brightest smile. She wasn't shivering anymore, and she stopped crying too.
She then jogged around the sofa, and sat next to me.
"I need comforting, Adam. Kiss me." She said, bringing her smile invaded cheek towards my face. A world of happiness washed over me, as I realised that I had just comforted her.
"Next time you're sad, tell me. I like doing this." I said, before kissing her on the cheek.
"Will do." She said, growing her smile as I kissed her again and again.
And we fell asleep in each others arms.