I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon, it's enough to get my to roll my ass out of bed and head downstairs despite my headache, though surely it isn't as bad as Mary Margaret's, we may have drank the same but I'm more used to heavy drinking. I walk into the kitchen to see David cooking with a towel slung over his shoulder while Mary Margaret sits out the counter leaning into her hands.
"Morning, something smells good." I say not too loudly before sitting down next to Mary Margaret.
"Morning sunshine, I see you two had fun last night." David replies cheerily before sliding a glass of water, two aspirin and a plate of food in my direction.
"Yeah it was fun, more fun than I expected anyway. We may have drunk a little too much though." I say before taking a bite of crispy bacon.
"A little too much? Snow was more like Grumpy this morning and I saw the bottles. Though you don't seem to be too hungover." David says with a bit of a chuckle before taking a mouthful of his own breakfast and looking at Mary Margaret with a smirk.
"Yeah, I don't really get massive hangovers anymore. I'm kinda used to drinking." I say with a shrug.
"Well aren't you lucky." Mary Margaret says snarkily.
Me and David start laughing, when Mary Margaret looks up and shoots us a death glare, I shake my head and turn back to my breakfast while David chuckles and holds his hands up in mock surrender. We're all sat having a family breakfast, enjoying the company and peace for once. I glance over at the clock and realise that I ought to be getting ready for work, so I reluctantly stand up in order to go get dressed for the day. David just looks at the clock and nods. When I come back down Mary Margaret and David are settle on the couch watching the TV. I just wave and say a quick before walking out the door and down to my bug.
It's a slow morning of paperwork and more paperwork when I hear the front door slam shut; I lean forward in my chair trying to see who is coming when I see a mop of brown hair carrying bags from Granny's. Henry barges into my office with a massive smile on his face.
"Hey mom. I brought you a burger; I thought you might like lunch." He says quickly before throwing himself into a chair.
"Cheers Henry. But how did you pay for our lunch?" I ask while opening the bag of food.
"Dad. He and Mr Gold were in the diner waiting for Belle when I went in to see if you had already had your lunch." He says calmly before taking a bite of his burger.
"Oh." I add without commitment hoping he just passes it off as me wanting to hurry up and eat.
"I told him we would join him for dinner after you got off work. I'll go hang with him and then we can all meet to eat just after 7. I'm gonna go anyway, I wanna practice with the swords again and I need to go to the stables too. Bye mom." He says excitedly before rushing for the door.
I lean forward letting my head hit the desk and let out a loud groan. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god." I mutter under my breath, chanting hoping that it will make everything go away.
"And here was me thinking only I could make you say that." Killian chuckles whilst leaning against the door frame with just one arm.
The pirate is looking fine as hell, the sight of him definitely lifting my spirits. His leather trousers are teamed with a grey tee which fits him just right, emphasising his physique. I let my eyes rake over him, taking in the whole sight before standing up to greet him.
"Hey." I say in a sigh.
He walks towards me, opening his arms so I can lean straight into him. I let myself lean into his chest and accept his support without a backwards thought. I can't believe how much I've changed since I let the smarmy pirate into my life. And I can't help but wonder where I would be if I had just let myself trust him on the beanstalk.
"Love, are you ok?" His question drags me out of my ponderings, and his tone implies that it isn't the first time he has spoken to me.
"Yeah sorry, just dazed from all this paperwork and the fact my son has decided to set up a dinner date with the sort of in-laws for tonight." I say in a moan.
"Well I can entertain you while you finish what it is you're doing." He says, and I just know he would've winked if I had been looking at him.
I step back from and move back to my desk, rubbing my forehead as if to wipe away the stress.
"I think your idea of entertainment would be more distracting than anything. Even though it would be appreciated." I say, letting myself chuckle.
He takes a seat across from me, stretching out his legs, and resting his arms over his chest and stomach. His gaze a mix of lust and concern, he looks me up and down before letting his trade mark smug smirk grace his face.
"So who are the sort of in-laws?" He asks almost coyly, like he already knows the answer.
"Neal, Baelfire, Belle." I say, hesitating for a moment. "And Gold." I add, looking down, worried about what I might see in his eyes if I meet them.
"Please tell me you're joking lass. You can't seriously be considering going out with the crocodile. Not after what happened when you went to his shop. You're smarter than that." Killian says letting anger seep into his voice.
"Henry arranged it without asking me. I can't back out without someone realising something is wrong. I'm gonna keep it short, and I'll just talk to Belle and possibly Neal." I say getting angry too.
"He tried to take your heart! He hurt you! You may be tough but he is the dark one. I don't trust him. I trust you, you know that, but he is not to be trusted." He says, seething now.
"I KNOW THAT! I don't trust him either, I know he can't be trusted, I've known that since I first met him. But, he is Henry's grandfather, I can't avoid him all the time. And I can look after myself, I always have." I almost shout at him.
"I know you can look after yourself lass, you bested me twice, you brought a group of enemies together for your cause, I fought besides you in Neverland, I even gave you a weapon. I trust you. I just don't trust him. And I don't know if I can watch yet another person be destroyed by the crocodile." He says dejectedly before standing up, shaking his head in a wry chuckle.
"I'm taking my weapons to dinner, and he can't take my heart. I'll be fine." I say to his back as he walks away.
