The fandom is a pretty drab place without news of s7, so I wanted to write a story on speculation of CS in s7...I don't know where I'm going with it, so stayed tuned? Maybe? Reviews and constructive criticisms are always appreciated!
It's been three months since Killian and Emma left Storybrook to start their new life in New York City. Of course it was a difficult decision, but with everyone returning to the Enchanted Forest, Emma wanted a new start. She wasn't comfortable going back to a land she knew virtually nothing about. Plus, living without Netflix would be killer for her.
Thankfully Regina managed to wrangle a portal to go visit the Enchanted Forest any time Emma and Killian wanted too. Especially since Regina wanted to periodically be with Henry. They could visit the city or the other way around. It worked for them.
"Hey, love, mind giving me a hand?" Killian has been learning to adapt to the modern world and hover around city living. So far it's going exactly how Emma imagined: disastrous.
Wiping her hands on her jeans, Emma goes into her office to see what he's trying to master this time. "What is it?"
"I can't seem to find an application," he squints his eyes at the computer screen.
Resting her hands on his shoulders, Emma roams her eyes over the Coast Guards' official website. They came to an agreement that if they were going to love in New York City, he would need a job to stay busy and help support their family. Without a thought, Emma knew the Coast Guard would be the perfect fit for Killian. They couldn't bring the Jolly Roger with them, so working on the water would be perfect for her pirate.
"Babe," Emma pointed to the tab where the application is. "I think it'd be best for you to just go in and introduce yourself with the application."
"Are you just trying to get out of helping me put the information into this bloody device?" he arches an eyebrow at her.
She smirks at him. "Maybe. But to be fair, since you can't cook, I'm stuck with the duty."
The front door to their apartment swings open, and Henry drops his bag down in frustration. He started high school today, and Emma can already tell it isn't going to be smooth sailing. He's still adjusting to living in a land without magic. He may not have magic of his own, but he grew up around it.
"Hey, kid," Emma walks into the kitchen with Killian in tow.
Killian screws his hook back on. He likes to wear it when Henry is here as a form of being the man of the house or something. Emma can't actually figure out the reason why. Of course, before they left Storybrooke, they fashioned a prosthetic hand for him when they go out in public.
"How was school?" Killian sits down at the counter, grabbing for a banana from the fruit bowl. Emma insisted on him eating healthy.
Henry sighs, sitting down beside Killian. Emma still can't get used to see the two of them together. Her boys. She thinks about the box of pregnancy tests she bought this morning on a whim. Her and Killian have talked about starting a family eventually, but they wanted to settle in to their new life. And to find steady jobs. Thankfully, her contacts back in Boston gave her a lead on bail bond jobs in the city, and a week after arriving back in the city, she was offered a job. However, she's not getting any younger and Killian certainly is well beyond his prime.
"Mom?" Henry asks her with a concerned look on his face.
"You okay, love?" Killian asks her.
She shakes herself from her daydreams. How long was she just staring into oblivion? "What did you ask?"
"I was wondering what you were making for dinner," Henry tells her, taking a bite into the apple he's been holding.
"Oh," Emma goes back to the oven where she began to make dinner before Killian pulled her away. "I was making your favorite in honor of your first day: tacos!"
Henry scrunches his nose at her, probably recalling the scene with her parents years before. They used to be his favorite food. But she was really craving tacos this afternoon. "Mom…."
Killian lifts an eyebrow at his complaint. Emma never mentioned the incident after her mom and her arrived back from the Enchanted Forest. That story might be spared for another time. It's not something she likes to bring up. "I'll fill you in later."
Later that night, Emma's staring at the box of pregnancy tests in her hand. She should broach the subject with Killian now. Before she chickens out. Like she did this morning. Wrapping her robe around her, she sits on the side of the bed with the box in her hands. Killian is finishing up the dishes. He comes in wiping the water from his hook on his pants.
"Those bloody dishes," he mutters before looking at her sitting on the bed.
Her hair is wet from her shower and her face is void of any makeup. She looks like a mess, but that's what's so great about being married: you don't have to look your best 24/7. He looks down at the box in her hands, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. He probably doesn't even know what they are.
"What's in your hands, love?" He asks, pulling his shirt off to get ready for bed. He changes into a pair of pajama pants. She never gets sick of seeing him in all of his glory.
"I-" she doesn't know how to approach the subject so she just blurts it out, "I want to have a baby."
He stalls, his back facing her. She sits with her hands in her lap, nervous at his reaction. He's being oddly silent and that isn't like him. "Forget it-"
Turning around, she sees a smile plastered on his face. "Really?"
"Yeah," she nods her head vigorously. "I'm getting older and you're like a million years old."
He smirks at her. "Never seem to mind that, love," he says suggestively.
Throwing a pillow at him, she rolls her eyes. "So you want to…start trying?"
"Tonight?" he asks rather enthusiastically.
Laughing, she shakes her head. "Maybe not tonight. We just ate tacos…I don't feel too sexy."
He sits beside her, taking her chin in his hands. "I think you look beautiful all the time."
Kissing him lightly on the lips, she lies down, bringing him with her. He turns off the lamp on the side table. She rests her head against his shoulder and they're silent.
"So…what's the story behind tacos?"