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Thank you for the reviews on my first chapter! I'm so happy you guys liked it.
Onward with Chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time. It belongs to two geniuses with the names of Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz.
"Cats have kittens, doggies have pups, horses have pretty foals. And sheep have lambs, cows have calves, and I bet you didn't know that elephants have calves, too. Lions and leopards have cubs-"
"Swan, you better stop reading that crap you call a book before he hurls his breakfast on you." Killian warned.
Emma looked up from the picture book she purchased for Henry and gave him a pointed look. She momentarily put the book down to give him the finger. Killian laughed.
"Ooh, feisty! I like it." Killian teased. Emma rolled her eyes.
"If you think you're so good with him then why don't you take him?" Emma challenged. Killian proudly took the little boy out of Emma's arms and bounced him around.
"Hey little lad! No need to thank me for saving you from that horrific book. I know you enjoy-" Henry suddenly purged on Killian, getting a smile from Emma. She sashayed up to the duo, scooped Henry out of Killian's grasp, and walked away, leaving the victim in a dumbfounded and disgusted state.
- K&E -
"I think we under-decorated the place. Don't you think, David?" Mary Margaret asked her husband. He shook his head in annoyment.
"Honey, we covered every inch of this household in streamers, banners, and stickers. I think we're okay." He replied. Emma and Mary Margaret giggled. At the sink, Hook tried to remove all traces of vomit off of his shirt. He gave a grunt of agreement.
"Hey, Hook. Where's… um… what's her name…" David trailed off. The two ladies in the room put their heads together to think of the name.
"Annabelle," Emma chirped.
"No, Phoebe," Mary Margaret offered.
"Wasn't it Natasha?" David guessed.
"Her name was Zoe."
"He would date a Zoe? The name was Amanda."
" It was Elizabeth."
"I clearly remember a Samantha."
"Ashley, maybe?"
"Leah, right?"
"Mates!" Hook exclaimed from the counter. He wrung the moisture from his shirt and walked over to them. "All those girls were nice, but the her name was Daphne. And we broke up."
"Another notch in your bed? How many does that make? Forty-two?" Emma retorted.
"Actually, love, it makes forty-five," Hook corrected. "You were close, though."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Just estimating. And I'm not your love."
"Aye, but you could be." Hook added a wink at the end of his innuendo. Emma stormed out of the room. Mary Margaret gave an apologetic smile to Hook and went after her best friend.
- K&E -
David and Killian went out to the backyard to grab a couple of beers. They stood near the bounce house, sipping their drinks and exchanging small talk. They laughed, almost cried (from laughing of course), and even debated over a few things (like if pirates were better than princes). Their conversation died after about fifteen minutes, turning their focus to the two teenagers 'trying' to set up the bounce house. They fought like baby puppies, their movements slow and sluggish. It was too obvious that they were high. David marched over to them.
"Hey," he called. "You boys high?"
The teens laughed loudly. "No, misssster. We were setting up your bounce houssssseeee."
"Where's the drugs?" David questioned stoically. They looked blankly between each other. "Come on. Give it to me now and I won't call the cops."
One of the guys fished through his breast pocket and pulled out a small plastic ziploc with green leaves in it. David snatched it from his grasp and held it gingerly in between his fingers. "Now leave. If I see you again, I will not hesitate to turn you in." David threatened. The boys ran off the lawn.
"Mate, what are you going to do with that stuff?" Hook asked cautiously. David shrugged.
"I have no idea. I'll keep it somewhere safe." David replied.
David walked inside of his house and entered his and Mary Margaret's bathroom. He opened one of the drawers and threw the drug in it. He was about to push the drawer back in but he spotted a wonderful picture. It showed Mary Margaret, Emma, Hook, and himself at their neighborhood's annual luau last year. He found an empty frame and slipped the photo in, placing it on their dresser.
- K&E -
"Emma, what's been going on with you recently?" Mary Margaret implored.
"Granny's is doing great! I just got enough money to start renovating the cafe. Who knows? By next year, it might be Granny's diner instead of cafe." Emma answered excitedly.
"That's amazing! But don't you think that Granny's would be better if you had someone to share it with?" Mary Margaret asked suggestively. Emma almost rolled her eyes. Being the best friend that she was, Mary Margaret wanted Emma to find someone. And she wanted to help in the matchmaking.
"Mary, I've said this numerous times. I don't need a guy. I'm perfectly capable to taking care of myself." Emma stated proudly. Mary Margaret sighed.
"I met a guy. He's Henry's pediatrician. His name is Dr. Cassidy and I think you guys would hit it off." Mary Margaret informed. "I can set you guys up on a date…"
Emma shook her head. "No need, Mary. I'll be fine. I promise."
- K&E -
"Oh my gosh, Ems, that cake is huge!"
Mary Margaret's face was etched in shock. Emma was currently trying to maneuver the huge storybook cake she made through the crowd of people.
"Well, you wanted a special cake, and I baked a special cake. Just so happens that the cake is large." Emma responded.
Henry's 14"-14" storybook cake was indeed special. Emma had made it so that it look exactly like the book he adored. His leather-bound collection of fairy tales was given to him by his mother. Since then, he hadn't been able to live without it. If Henry wasn't read a story from the book, he wouldn't go to sleep. Which in turn meant that whoever was in the house with him wouldn't either.
"Bloody buggering hell, Swan. The boy is turning two! He's not a giant, he wouldn't finish that." Hook said from her left side. She threw him a glare which he returned with his hands up in a mock surrender.
"And Mary Margaret and David's friends are here, too. You know that means the whole damn town." Emma pointed out. What she said was true, the living perfect couple could make friends in a snap. (Quite literally, though. Emma and Hook had tested that theory already.)
"While that statement is true, it doesn't mean that they will devour the cake like heathens. Maybe you will but they won't." Hook teased. Emma rolled her eyes, a usual gesture she gave him.
"They will after they taste my cooking." Emma boasted. She strode away proudly leaving Hook in a stupor.
Emma walked to the dining table and placed the cake in front of Henry's highchair. A few moments later, Mary Margaret appeared (David in tow) with Henry in her arms. She placed Henry in his chair. Emma grabbed the candles she'd brought and arranged them on the cake. Then she lit the candles and flicked the lights off.
"Okay everyone! One... Two... Three!" Emma called. She started (badly) singing happy birthday. All the people around her joined in and sang happily. When they finished, David lifted Henry and blew out the candles for him. Everyone clapped and David bowed.
"Cake time!" David exclaimed joyfully. Emma and Mary Margaret laughed. Emma's food had always been a favorite of David's and it had been David specifically who asked Emma to cater for the party. It may have also been David who asked (begged) for Emma to make the cake. ("I'll buy you hot chocolate and cinnamon for the rest of your life, Emma. Just please bake the cake.")
Emma handed the knife to Mary Margaret and she cut the first piece. She put the slice in front of Henry, who proceeded to shoving a bit of the cake in his mouth. While everyone was admiring Henry's cuteness, David snagged his camera from the table.
"Picture with Henry's favorite aunt and uncle!" David declared. Emma and Hook sidled up on either side of Henry and smiled. The camera went off and David scrambled to get his own share of cake. Emma smiled.
"God, David. If I didn't know any better I'd think that you're the birthday boy." Emma stated jokingly. He rolled his eyes.
"You can't blame me for loving your delicacies." David defended himself. He started eating (practically inhaling) his slice and was finished in a record time of thirty seconds. Hook's eyes were saucers at his mate's eagerness and Emma and Mary Margaret had shook their heads in astonishment.
"Are you okay, Dave? Have you not eaten in like a century?" Hook had asked with faux concern. David shoved him playfully.
"Shut up, man. And no, I have eaten, it's just that Emma's baking is so good." David replied. Emma grinned triumphantly.
"See, Hook? My cooking is that good." Emma smirked. Hook lifted an eyebrow in response.
"Well, let me try this cake of yours and I'll decide." Hook announced. He got some cake and was hesitating to put his fork in it.
"Are you sure I'm not going to die if I eat this? Maybe she threw some poison in here for me." Hook asked suspiciously. Everyone in the room rolled their eyes.
"As much as I would love to do that," Emma started. "I don't want to have a criminal record."
Hook looked around the room at everyone's excited faces and he sighed. He put a forkful of cake in his mouth and he all but moaned.
"Bloody buggering hell, Swan. That cake is heavenly." Hook said through chewing. Emma grinned, satisfied.
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