"Are you still not going to tell me where are we going?" Emma asked glancing over to James in the car. He just smiled playfully shaking his head.

"Patience, Emma," he told her kissing her knuckles and then turning back to the window. Emma was too nosey for surprises, but James told her he wouldn't tell her anything about their date. He just told Emma to dress up warmly. She couldn't do anything and just wait until they arrived at the ice skating rink.

"James, I can't skate," Emma told him starting to panic a little bit as he dragged her inside the building.

"I know, you already told me, but I want to teach you!" he said walking closer to the rink where a hockey practice was being held for little kids, but one half of the rink was free. She guess James somehow got it for them.

"I don't think it's a good idea," she frowned taking a look at the kids who could skate like professionals and she was sure James was a really good ice-skater himself. Emma didn't want to look like an idiot suffering on the ice, but he was too strong-willed and made her get on the ice.

"Come on, give me your hand, I'll help you," he told her when he was already standing on the ice but she was still hesitant.

"I will fall," Emma whined with her gaze never leaving the ice.

"I'll catch you, okay? Come on Emma, you can do this!" he encouraged her waiting for her to take his hand and step onto the ice. After a few moments of doubting she finally placed her hand in his and very carefully got to the rink.

The first second wasn't that bad. Emma even believed that she can do this without any embarrassment, but in the next moment she lost balance and the next thing she knew that she was sitting on the ice and James is helping her to get up.

"I told you," she sneered as she felt the pain in her butt.

"You just lost balance, no big deal, come on, you can do this."

In the next half an hour, she feels like a thousand times. Emma started to feel like her butt is going to explode and she was sure ice skating wasn't meant to her, but James didn't give up on her. It was easy for him, he was skating around like he was born on ice, while she refused to let go of the palisade, she didn't want to fall one more time or else she knew she wouldn't be able to walk in the next few days. She didn't like being resigned and she was close to burst out in tears. She wanted to go home.

"Emma, let go of the palisade," he told her with his hands on his waist.

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't want to die," she said in mid-panic, but he chuckled.

"You won't, okay? I will catch you if you fall."

"You said that earlier, but I already fall like a thousand times!" She accused him frowning.

"Because I thought you will be motivated if you start on your own, but I will catch you, okay? I promise, just take my hand."

Emma stared at him for a bare moment before giving this whole thing another chance. She placed her hand in his and slowly let go of the palisade. She immediately felt that she was losing her balance, but before she could fall for the one thousand and first time two arms wrapped around her and kept her in place. She looked at James with wide eyes still thinking she was going to fall again, and he looked back at her with a smile on his face.

"I got you," he whispered, helping her find her balance. "I told you I would catch you."

"Thank you," she breathed out gulping hard.

"Let's go one round without that stupid palisade, okay?" he asked holding her hand. Emma nodded and he got in front of her facing her. Slowly he started to skate backwards pulling her with him. She concentrated hard to keep her balance and she tried to move like he told me when we started.

"Good, very good," he said happily as they started to go a bit faster. Now they were going with the pace of a snail! Yes!

She focused on his legs trying not to look anywhere else, because as soon as she looked over to somewhere else she lost control. So Emma kept her gaze on his legs and held his hands tighter than ever.

She loved how patience James was with her, she would have just given up, but he insisted on not stopping. She didn't even pay attention, so she didn't notice how long they had been going around until he told her.

"You are doing great baby, it's our tenth round, I'm proud of you," he said smiling at her. Emma was proud of herself too. There were moments when she thought she would fall again but James kept his promise and didn't let her fall, not even once. He always caught her at the right moment, he was her hero.

After an hour she got better and she could skate while she was holding James with only one hand. Emma wasn't that hopeless like a thought. But she got tired of all the effort she put into this date and they decided to go home.

"You could be a professional ice-skater," he murmured into her ears when they got back home.

''You think so? I guess I would need a trainer," Emma smiled at him playfully and kissed his soft cheeks.

"I like the idea, but only if the trainer is your friend. I think he is a great trainer."

"It's a thank you, for taking me on an amazing date, being patient with me and not losing your cool when I was being a baby," James smiled, pecking her on the nose.

"Well, you're welcome, but you should probably thank me again," Emma chuckled before pulling him into another hug.