A New Year

"Bloody hell," Hook massages his temples with his hand as he sits up in bed.

Walking down the stairs, Emma turns at the sound. She smiles at her hungover boyfriend. Last night they experienced their first New Year's Eve party as a couple. Mary Margaret and David invited them, Regina, and a couple others for some drinks. Some drinks turned out to be a lot of drinks for Hook and David. Seems like her pirate boyfriend is no longer able to hold his rum. Or vodka.

"Good morning. How's the head?" Emma leans against the counter, covering her smile with her coffee mug.

Hook slumps down at the kitchen table, head in his hands. "I am never going to another party at your parent's house ever again."

"Well," Emma kisses him on top of his head. "I have to go to work. I made some coffee and pancakes for you. I even put aside some pills that'll help your headache. I'll be back at dinner."

He lifts his head. "Thanks, love. Say, Swan, what are these New Year's resolutions Henry keeps babbling on about?"

Emma sits down across from him, not minding that she'll be a few minutes late for work. It's not like anyone is there to get her in trouble. And seeing as she is the sheriff, she has the permission from herself to be late. "They're goals that you set for each year."

"And what is yours?" he asks.

"To let myself be more vulnerable," she admits. She hadn't planned on telling anyone about this resolution, but with Hook, she can trust him with anyone. After all, he was the one who broke down her walls so she could be vulnerable.

Hook cracks at smile at hearing her say this. He knows how hard it is for Emma to show her emotions. He remembers when they first met; how closed off she was. Over the past couple of years, he saw her start to open up. And the more she does, the more he gets to know the real Emma. Despite living together and being confirmed true love, there's still a lot for them to know about one another. With Emma wanting to be more vulnerable this year, Hook decides to let himself share more about his beginnings with her. She deserves to know.

"I better get going," Emma gets up from her seat.

Hook grabs her hand, squeezing it before letting go. "Dinner will be ready by the time you're home tonight."

Emma smiles down at him. "It still surprises me you can use the oven with only one hand."

"I'm a man of many talents, love." He winks at her.

Emma rolls her eyes, grabbing her lunch on the way out. "If you need anything-"

"Emma," he gets up from his seat, "I'm not helpless."

"Of course not, but you did almost burn down the house the other day. With the toaster."

Hook merely shrugs his shoulders as if the toaster didn't catch on fire by him. He never used the bloody appliance before, so he didn't know any better. "It was a one-time thing."

"That's what I said in Neverland. One time things are never actually just one time things. I mean it, Killian, if you need anything just call me at the station or on my cell." She kisses him on the cheek before rushing out of the house and into her bug.

Hook stands at the door, ensuring that she makes it out of the house without Gideon showing up. He still is hesitant to let her out of his sight knowing that the Dark One's deranged son is on the prowl to kill his love. "Happy new year, love."

Emma waves to him and then gets into the car. She drives off.