Emma never liked furniture shopping. The 'home sweet home' and 'family' embroidered pillows made her cringe and find the nearest exit(for obvious reasons). However this time, with him, it felt right. His brow furrowed as he was evaluating a sofa. "What else do we need, Swan?" He looked up at her. His blue eyes-as blue as the sea-started at her with love. He gathered that she wasn't listening and he leaned forward to plant a kiss on her lips. She remembered what he had asked and hastily tried to remember what they hadn't gotten. "Pillows..., a sofa, a bed..., curtains..., blankets." She looked up at him. "We need blankets." She led him through the quilt and blanket aisle. Killian stood there amused as Emma piled on blanket after blanket in the cart. One of them even had sailboats on it and another had pirate skulls. He liked that.
They came home after s cold rainy day. As soon as Emma took her boots off she made a beeline for the couch. She was just about to sit down as he grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Emma giggled after when he started peppering her with kisses. He sat down and she settled herself right next to him. Her head on his lap and a book in her hands. She grabbed the 2 blankets sitting on the arm of the couch and sat up to cover Killian in one, then layer back down to cover herself with one. She purposefully gave him the sailboat one and herself the patterned one. Killian smiles to himself-the women was bloody obsessed-but he loved her knowing all her quirks and flaws-he had many himself.
He came home alone. He doesn't even remember what they fought about. He hated fighting with her. Whatever they thought about; it was irrelevant. She was the only thing relevant. He walked over to the window seat where she laid. Head resting on elbows and tissues scattering the floor. Half a wine bottle remained and a half drunken glass. She was so perfect. He tried to get the blanket out from under her-she was like deadweight when she was asleep-and draped it around her. He went up to bed alone that night.
He felt a shift of the mattress as she squeezed in. Cold hands brushed against his back and she pulled up the covers to her chin. "I'm sorry" she whispered. Her hand wrapped around his waist and her other touched his head; playing with the hair at the bottom of his neck. He didn't say anything, just pulled her hand closer to his stomach. No, I'm sorry is what he wanted to say. Her heard soft breaths almost inaudible as he looked over his shoulder to find her head resting on it. She was asleep. He smiled at her peaceful expression and went back to sleep.
It had been one of those days that seemed like it wouldn't end, that day that seemed like the whole world was against her. She was sitting on one of the park benches. Her face in her hands and her tears hot trailing down her cheeks. It wasn't a fight with Killian, in fact there was no fight at all. Just s really hard day. She herd footsteps and looked up to see him walking towards her. A Granny's to-go bag in one hand and one of the larger blankets they had bought in the other. He really did know her that well. He sat down and hesitantly unfolded the blanket. He scooted closer and let her head fall onto his chest. He covered her and himself in the blanket(the one with the skulls)and took out the contents of the bag. "A grilled cheese with a side of onion rings?" He looked at her with a half smile hoping she would crack one too. She didn't. Tears were still running down her cheeks as she snapped and let Killian hold her. "I also got hot chocolate with cinnamon in case it was this bad" he whispered. He used his hooked hand and lived up her chin so that she had to look at him. "You can always talk to me, come to me, laugh to me, or cry to me. I will always be there Emma" she gave a tearful smile and-within a matter of minutes-had devoured the grilled cheese and onion rings. She smiled this time with no tears-just a tear-stained face and dipped her cocoa.