Cat

Why did it have to be a cat? Emma thought to herself as she blew her nose for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Her head felt like it was about to explode under the immense pressure caused by the furry demon. There is no way I can survive another week with this thing!

It had been an agreement that she and Henry would look after the cat that had been roaming the library until Belle and Rumple returned from their honeymoon. It was all Henry's idea really, he had befriended the black cat a while back, and when he had pleaded with his mother that he stay with them instead of going to the shelter, the savior had caved almost instantly. She found it increasingly difficult to say no to him now that everything had settled in the sleepy little town. What didn't help at all was the man that kept insisting her son was right and that they could all use the company.

Dammit Killian!

The pirate had officially moved in with them a month ago, since then he and Henry had seemed to always be ganging up on her to get what they wanted. My boys, the blonde woman thought sarcastically as she threw back the blankets from her bed. Why doeseverything have to be covered in cat hair?

Making her way to the kitchen, Emma spotted the fur ball perched on the window sill, watching as it did every day for Henry to return from school, like clockwork. Killian was lying on the couch, book in hand and brow furrowed in concentration as he read about this world's version of pirates and their adventures. She trudged her way to him and poked him in the side, signaling for him to scoot over and make room for her.

The pirate smiled up at her as he set his book on the table and moved over for her, pressing a light kiss to her forehead as she lay next to him and curled into his body. It had become a bit of a ritual in these past few weeks, them cuddling on the sofa until Henry got home. They didn't usually talk, but they both liked it that way, enjoying the good moments, just like her father had told her. Sometimes they would sleep and other times simply lay there.

Emma sneezed again and then looked up at her pirate, pouting slightly when she heard the cat mew, signaling the return of her son. "No more cats." She grumbled while burying her head in his neck, sighing heavily as he stroked his fingers through her hair.

"As you wish, my love."