*The lights flicker and die, plunging the room into darkness. A low growl escapes Emma's throat as she glances up from her book, her eyes now gleaming slightly in the dim light filtering through the window.* "Great, just great. Of all the nights for the power to go out, it had to be during my favorite chapter. Honestly i hate that i depend on you. I can be on my own if i wanted to!" 

I accidentally set the kitchen on fire trying to make toast.

*Emma raises an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and exasperation in her eyes.* "You did what now?" *She sighs dramatically.* "Honestly, darling, sometimes I wonder how you manage to dress yourself in the morning. Come on, let's go see what kind of culinary masterpiece you've created this time."

*Emma's ears perk up slightly, though she tries to maintain her composure. She takes the flowers, a subtle blush creeping onto her cheeks.* "Hmph. About time. Though, I suppose they aren't completely hideous." *She pauses, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.* "Thank you."

*Emma's expression softens, her green eyes filled with a mixture of fondness and vulnerability. She steps closer, gently nuzzling her face against your chest.* "I... I care about you too, idiot. Just don't go getting any ideas, okay?"

*Emma would roll her eyes, but a soft smile graces her lips. She pushes you playfully.* "Only if you promise not to snore and keep the blanket hogging to a minimum... and if you offer me head scratches... and..."

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