Based on the first prompt from seastarved on tumblr. You can find it on her tumblr page under the #CHPC prompt tag.
Emma had tried to climb out of bed a half hour ago, but the voices in the other room stopped her. Killian thought he had been sneaky, quietly getting up without disturbing her slumber, but he left the door open and she could hear their quiet words in the kitchen. It was all so domestic and endearing and sweet. Well, sort of sweet.
"Bloody hell, how do you operate this thing?" Killian asked as she heard his hook clink against the metal toaster.
"Just drop the bread in the slots and press that button down," Henry explained.
She heard the toaster's spring collapse as Killian did as he was told by her son. That was followed by more "bloody hell"s and more descriptions from Henry as he tried to explain how to make eggs and pancakes. At least she could hear the coffee maker brewing — something she taught Killian how to do a few weeks ago.
Emma figured it was time to finally get up and lend her boys a hand in the kitchen. It sounded like they were struggling with some sort of machine she couldn't totally identify simply by the noise it made as they banged it around. She sighed and rolled out of bed, grabbing a pair of yoga pants off the floor and pulling them on before going to join her breakfast bunch.
Henry and Killian had their backs to her as she quietly padded across the floor behind them.
"So you just put the things in there?" Killian asked.
"I think so," Henry responded, a note of confusion in his voice.
"But what do these buttons do?" Killian said. "And where does this bloody thing go?"
"Uh…"
The two of them stood still as they tried to assess something that Emma couldn't see on the counter in front of them.
"What's going on?" Emma said, adding a bit of volume to her voice to startle them a bit.
And startle them it did. The two of them quickly swung around to see her standing there, causing Henry to drop the top of the blender as Killian's hook accidentally hit some random button on the front of it. Blended strawberries and bananas began to shoot out of the top of the pitcher while some sort of white dairy-based substance hit the ceiling and cupboard doors. Emma sprinted for the possessed machine, frantically hitting random buttons before her hands finally landed on the off switch.
She took a deep breath and looked up, too shocked to find any words to explain what just happened. Instead, she found her son and her pirate sheepishly staring back at her, red splotches on their cheeks and banana chunks in their hair from their failed attempt to make a fruit smoothie.
"Good morning, love!" Killian finally said, adding a flirty grin to ease the pain.
Henry looked around, assessing the blender's damage to the kitchen before slumping his shoulders, aware of just how much work now lay before them.
"I'll go get some towels," he said dejectedly.
As he headed to the linen closet, Killian took a step closer to Emma, placing a lingering kiss on her cheek. Then he seductively licked his lip, causing her to break out of her shocked stupor.
"You do taste quite delicious," he said as he teasingly raised an eyebrow towards her.
Emma's eyes lingered on him before turning to look at the mess on the walls and ceiling.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said stoically as she turned and headed for the bathroom.
"I take it by your tone that I'm not invited."
Emma smirked. Her pirate was so predictable. She frankly wouldn't mind the company but felt it was better if she could pick the pieces of strawberry out of her hair with her dignity still intact. Plus, she wanted her kitchen clean and she wasn't about to do the work herself.
"You're not invited!" she yelled back.