Takes place immediately after the season 5 finale. I really need domestic Captain Swan and I was inspired by the Adam/Eddy interview. First fic I've written in a long time.

It was quiet.

Emma slowly opened her eyes and realized that, for the first time in a long time, it was quiet. She yawned and turned over expecting to see Killian. However, the spot next to her was suspiciously vacant. Before she could wonder where he'd gone - she heard a loud crash come from downstairs.

Bloody hell!

Emma smiled as she made her way out of bed, wondering what in the world her pirate had gotten himself into now. She grabbed an oversized sweatshirt and made her way downstairs.

It didn't take her long to find Killian, she always found him. He was in the kitchen, hunched over the stove muttering at the pan. Their kitchen looked like it had been hit with a hurricane. Pots and pans were piled high in the sink and what looked like the remains of a glass bowl were on the floor.

On the kitchen table were two place settings, hot cocoas with cinnamon, and a vase with flowers. Emma couldn't help but smile. She never thought she would be able to have this normal. For a long time, she thought their "normal" was the constant state of chaos that Storybrooke always seemed to find itself in.

"Good morning, love"

Killian grabbed the pan and began serving the pancakes. He brought the plates over to the table before reaching out and pulling her into his arms. He placed a tender kiss on her lips.

"Good morning. This looks amazing"

"I hope you like it."

Ever the gentleman, Killian pulled her chair out for her before seating himself. As they ate their breakfast, Killian and Emma took this time to really talk. She couldn't remember the last time she was able to talk to Killian about mundane things like the weather and what the dwarves were up to today.

"I have to ask...where did you learn to make pancakes?"

"Well, er...your lad taught me."

He ducks his head shyly and, although he will deny this later, his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

"I would have paid to see that"

Killian chuckled as he thought about that day. Poor Mary Margaret. She had been quite shocked to come home and find flour all over her kitchen and pancakes on the ceiling. A mishap with the mixer and flour had covered the kitchen, and the cooks, in flour from head to toe. Killian wasn't sure he would ever be used to these contraptions. First the talking phone and now the spinning mixer.

"Aye, it was quite the experience. Your lad has taught me a lot. Today we're going to go on a quest for something called 'Pokemen'"

"Pokemon?"

"Aye!"

Later that evening, Emma and Killian sat on their porch. She sipped her wine and listened to him talk about catching Pokemon with Henry (apparently Granny's was a hot Pokestop). She had no idea what he was talking about but she was just glad to have him home. This past year had taught her that they would go to the end of the world for each other. Even if they only had a few quiet days like today, it was well worth it. Maybe Saviors could have happy endings.