Late to Breakfast

For the first time in a very long time, Emma Swan is happy. Really happy. The kind of happiness that fills your very soul and makes you feel like you can do anything. The kind that makes you remember the entire purpose of living. The kind that is completely and utterly priceless. She has her parents.. and as overprotective and sappy as they may be, she is so grateful to have them in her life. For her entire childhood and a portion of her adult life, they were ghosts. People with no name or face, whom she didn't remember or vision. Though they were always with her, like a lingering cloud of sorrow that just wouldn't go away. Like a wound that would just fester and fester, but never heal. Little did she know that the cloud was never meant to be filled with sorrow. Her parents may not have remembered her, but their true selves did, and they loved her more than words could describe. And she knows that now, Oh does she know it. The looks of masked worry when she unknowingly tries to build up a wall, the not-so-hidden smirks and rolls of their eyes when she and a certain pirate get a little too affectionate, the bright looks in their eyes when she casually calls them "mom" and "dad", and so much more. She has Henry, who she loves more than anything. The bright, loving, creative, brave and strong boy, (now teenager, but despite his annoyed groans, he will always be her little boy.) who never fails to make her smile and bring a feeling of pride into her heart. She often looks back on the day of her 28th birthday, when he found her and started a chain of events that would lead her here. Lying in bed on a Saturday morning, small rays of sunlight covering the room in a comforting glow, with a pirate who's chest was currently resting beneath her ear, his arm hung loosely over her waist and their legs entwined between the sheets. Thinking about all of the wonderful people in her life always brought such a big smile to her face.

"Well Darling, I must say I'm quite flattered that you think of me this early in the morning."

Killian said with a smirk as he ran his hand up and down her arm softly. Emma rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smirk that tugged the corners of her lips upwards.

"And what makes you think I'm thinking of you? I think your ego is showing, Killian."

His smirk only grew at that.

"You forget, love, you're an open book to me. And for clarification, if such a thing were to show," He raised both of his hands to make air quotes for the word "show", something he picked up from a now sarcastic Henry. "I'm sure it would be by your doing."

He said with a wink and a raised eyebrow. Emma gave him a smirk of her own and punched him in the chest, causing both of them to chuckle.

"Of course you would make an innuendo out of something as simple as that."

Emma said as she brought her hand to rest over his heart.

"Pirate."

Killian said in a mocking sing-song voice. Emma raised her head and turned to look at him as she ran her hand through the soft chest hair that peeked out from his t-shirt.

"Yeah.. But you're my pirate."

She said with a serious expression, and wide eyes as she fully realized what she had said. Killian's smirk fell as he turned to face her, a look of hope on his handsome features. Emma was frozen, (the irony), in place, not sure of what to say. Sure she cared about him, a lot, but they hadn't said the words to each other yet and quite frankly Emma wasn't sure if she was ready. Deep in her heart she knew that Killian loved her, but actually acknowledging the intensity of his feelings for her sent a jolt of fear down her spine. Just as Killian was about to say something, Emma's phone rang causing both of them to jump. Killian inwardly groaned at the interruption while Emma jumped up from the bed. She picked up her phone and saw that it was David. This is the only time I will actually be thankful for David interrupting us. Emma thought to herself as she answered the phone.

"Hey Dav-Dad. What's up?"

She could practically hear him smiling from her calling him "dad".

"Hey Emma. I was calling to see if you would want to meet me at Granny's for breakfast in about an hour. My treat!"

"What's the occasion?"

"Does a father need an occasion to buy his daughter an ungodly amount of pancakes and hot chocolate?"

David said with a laugh that made Emma grin. After all the horrible things they had gone through separate and together, (not to mention the drama with Elsa and dealing with The Snow Queen), it was nice to know that people could still find joy.

"I'll be there."

"Great. See you then, Emma."

"Bye Dad."

Emma hung up the phone just as Killian brought his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss into her hair.

"And just what does dear old Dave want now?"

Killian asked as he moved to pepper kisses along her jaw. Despite the previous tension, Emma relaxed into his touch with a sigh.

"Breakfast at Granny's in an hour."

Killian hummed warmly and brought her closer to his chest.

"Well that's still quite a ways away, Swan. Any thoughts on how to occupy the time?"

Emma smiled and knew just how she wanted to occupy that time. But she might as well tease him a bit before. She forced the smile away and began to pull out of his embrace, much to Killian's protests. She stood from the bed and turned to press a chaste kiss to his pouting lips.

"Shower and then a coffee."

She answered, biting her cheek to keep from laughing at the way his eyes turned into those of a lost puppy. She got to the doorway of the bathroom before she broke. Damn pirate making her soft.

"Oh come on you, get in here."

She said as she toyed with the hem of her tank top. Killian's eyes lit up and he managed to mutter something along the lines of "bloody minx" and "so beautiful" before his lips were ravaging hers.

She ran 10 minutes late to breakfast.