Emma was getting ready for work and brushing her teeth, a smile coming over her face at seeing the second brush sitting in her tooth brush holder. Granted, she had her own at the 'hers' sink in his bathroom, too. In the week and a half since they got back together, they had definitely made up for lost time. The rest of the that weekend was spent mostly in his bedroom—well, at least once they got there.
She spit into the sink, wiped her mouth, and started on her makeup. Her nose smelled the coffee and what she assumed scrambled eggs coming from the kitchen. She was definitely getting used to this. They had worked out a routine: he would stay at her apartment Monday through Thursday, and she would stay at his house Friday through Sunday. She lived closer to work, and it didn't put him further from the shop when he needed to go there so it worked out. It was especially nice to have someone cook her breakfast and dinner. It was a good thing she was also getting a lot of exercise with him around to work off all that good food.
She applied her lipstick last and then walked into the kitchen while putting on her shoes, hopping as she did so. Both their travel mug were filled with coffee, and a toasted english muffin with cheese and eggs waited for her, all folded in a napkin. She smiled as he turned towards her and looped her arms around his neck. "You spoil me."
Killian leaned down and kissed her. "Am I not allowed to treat you like a princess, my love?"
"You will hear no complaints from me."
"Good," he said and kissed her again, pressing her closer. "We better get going; we had a late start this morning."
She lightly elbowed him in the side and then picked up her purse, coffee, and breakfast sandwich. "And whose fault is that?"
His arms came around her, pulled her back to him, and nuzzled into her neck. "Can't help myself; you are too bloody tempting."
She felt the tingle to her toes, and knew if she didn't pull away now, there was going to be a repeat performance and they would be really late. "Later...we HAVE to go."
He sighed and let her pull away, "Okay...okay." They gathered the rest of their stuff and headed out the door. Soon they were both packed into his car, since they were both heading for the shelter today.
Emma munched on her sandwich as Killian drove and took a sip of his coffee. She then remembered something. "Oh, I forgot to ask you something last night...since you had other things in mind when I got home."
"Oh, so you are blaming your memory loss on our extremely pleasurable activities last night?" He smirked over at her. "I guess I was REALLY good."
Emma lightly smacked him in the chest and he laughed. "Hilarious. Anyways...Mary Margaret is having a Sunday dinner this weekend and wanted to know if…" Why the hell was she so nervous? She swallowed her anxiety and continued, "you would like to go."
He took a look at her, noticed her biting her lip and trying not to look at him. He wasn't sure why she was so unsure. Did she not want him to go? Or was she not sure if he would be willing? He reached out and took her hand in his. "Emma...what do you want?"
She turned to him, "Well Mary Mar…"
He cut her off. "What do YOU want?"
Damn him and his perceptiveness. "If YOU are comfortable going… I would like you to. If you aren't…"
"Emma…love, I want to go. I would love to meet your family." He squeezed her hand. "You already met mine. I think turnabout is fair play." He wiggled his eyebrows at her making her laugh and the nervous energy floated away.
She smiled back at him. "Okay. I'll let her know to expect us both." He always seemed to know exactly what to say to make her feel better. She squeezed his hand back, a comfortable silence between them as he drove and she finished her breakfast.
It didn't take long before they were parked at the shelter and Killian walked Emma to her office door, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek before he went off to the kitchen to help Granny.
It was the last day of January, and a very lazy Sunday morning—er, afternoon, by the time they made it out of bed. She was sitting on his kitchen island in one of his old, soft t-shirts while he was whipping up pancakes and bacon in nothing but his sweatpants. She couldn't help her eyes roll over his toned chest, covered in whorls of glorious dark hair that tapered to a trail leading to the treasure below. And she new first hand what a treasure it was.
"Why are you putting the bacon in the oven?" she asked as he took a tray over to the oven in the wall.
He smiled at her question. "Because it cooks really well in the oven and then I don't splatter myself with the grease."
"Interesting." She was going to take his word for it, because he knew a lot more about cooking than she did. He then came back over and started sprinkling flour onto the blueberries he had taken out for the pancakes. "Ummmm…"
Killian laughed. "It stops the batter from turning blue."
She smiled at him and his easy explanations. He might get a kick out her questions, but he always answered. "Or…they could just be blue."
He tossed the berries into the batter and gently mixed them in, "This is true. If you want blue pancakes next time, love, then I can do that." He turned on the burner and got out a griddle.
"You have all kinds of special pans now don't you?"
"What can I say...as you know, I like to cook."
He was waiting for griddle to heat up and got out two plates, and started to get everything else. "I can do that!" Emma said and jumped down from the island and smacked his ass on the way over to the fridge. She grabbed the maple syrup and sat it on the counter, followed by two forks. She then retrieved two coffee mugs. "Coffee is something I know how to make."
He watched her walk around his kitchen, knowing where everything was, and he smiled, happy that she felt at home there. The pan was ready and he started to pour the batter onto it. When he was about ready to turn the first, Emma came up beside him and place his coffee down. His arms came around her and her kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, love."
She snuggled into his chest, and his hands drifted over her back, one moving lower cupping her ass. He groaned, finding her not wearing any underwear. She looked up at him with a teasing smile. "Minx."
She winked at him, and pulled away to make her own cup of coffee. "Please…you love it."
He bit his tongue to stop what he wanted to say; it was getting more and more difficult to not tell her how he felt. He flipped the pancakes and tried to get all of his thoughts to focus. It didn't take long until the pancakes and bacon were done. They both sat at the kitchen counter on the bar stools to eat.
"So, what time do we need to be there for dinner, Swan?" he asked as he got done with breakfast and took the last drink of his coffee.
"Five," she said, standing and picking up the plates and silverware, taking them with her to the dishwasher.
He picked up the mugs and followed her putting them in the top shelf and shutting the dishwasher door. He then turned towards her. "So we have time."
"We do. Whatever shall we do?"
His eyes raked over her, and saw a drop of maple syrup on her shirt. "Oh, look at that. Shirt's dirty." He backed her up towards the island, his hands on her hips. "We can't have you in a dirty shirt." He picked her up and sat her on the edge of the counter.
She shook her head and pulled the shirt off. "Can't have that at all."
He bit his lips at her nude form, ideas flashing through his head. "You look good enough to eat my love."
"You already ate."
"That was just the first course." He reached out and picked up the maple syrup sitting on the counter. "Lay back."
Emma leaned back onto the granite, as he moved to stand between her thighs. He reached under her knees and pulled her bottom closer to him. She groaned at the feel of him already hard in his sweatpants, pressed against her bare core. He moved the bottle over her and drizzled a small line of syrup over her breasts, down her stomach, and right over her bare mound. She wiggled under the coldness, their eyes locking.
He retreated from between her legs and she wined, making him grin, as he came to stand beside her. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the swell of a breast, making her squirm. His hand trailed down her side, past her hip and under the bend of her knee. His fingers slowly teased the bare lips of her sex as his tongue moved over her nipple, tasting her and the maple syrup. His other arm moved under her neck, cupping her shoulder, keeping her anchored.
"Killiannn…" she whined.
He grinned against her breast, and his tongue pressed more firmly against her skin. Her nipples were now hard peaks. He sucked the one into his mouth as two fingers slowly pressed into her core. Her back arched and she moaned. With one breast cleaned, he moved his mouth to the other, his fingers moving slowly in and out of her. Her arm closest to him looped around his waist, her nails lightly biting into his bare skin. Her other hand layed sprawled on the granite, trying to grasp something as her back arched again, her hips moving against his fingers.
His tongue swiped over her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it as his fingers plunged at little deeper into her wet channel. "Ahhh…yes...pleaseee," she groaned as his fingers curled just right into that spot that filled her with pleasure, a spot he knew so well. He growled against her skin, and nipped against the plump flesh of the underside of her breast, his tongue then soothing the bite and licking the syrup away.
His mouth traveled over her stomach, licking away the sticky sweetness. His tongue then dipped into her belly button, swirling in and out just as his fingers did. Her grip tightened on him, as she gasped. He stepped away from her hold and moved back between her legs. His mouth settled over the last bit of syrup right over her pubic bone, and her fingers immediately threaded into his hair; he groaned at the small tugs on it. His tongue lapped over her flesh as his fingers moved deeper.
Having cleaned off the maple sweetness, he wanted to taste something that was even better: her. His other hand moved to hold her open to him, and he took a moment to watch his fingers press in and out of her, her hips rocking against them. His fingers were coated in both of their essences—hers from now and his from earlier this morning. The thought made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. He leaned in farther and licked at her sensitive flesh from where his fingers entered her up to her clit. He tasted her with a small mixture of him, as he heard her moan his name.
He curled his fingers inside her more as his tongue flicked at her clit, over and over. She arched and gasped, her fingers tightened in his hair, her inner walls started to flutter around his fingers. He sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth, and she let out a scream as she fell over the edge, her muscles contracting around his fingers. He softly continued to lick her as his fingers stopped moving. Her legs stilled slowly from their shaking, and her eyes reopened to look down at his bright blue staring back at her from between her legs.
He made one more hard lick against her, eliciting another gasp, removed her hands from his hair and stood. Her feet were already at his hips, her toes trying to push down his sweats. He smiled, "Still eager are we."
He didn't expect an answer and his own hands dropped his sweats to his knees, allowing his hard length to spring free. The island was the perfect height, already aligning them, his tip brushing her wet folds.
He grabbed her hips and slid all the way home inside of her in one long thrust. They both let out a pleasure filled moan, but he didn't pause and retreated slowly to push back inside of her abruptly.
"Faster…" she pleaded, her hand that was around him now grabbing the side of the island, her back aching. Her other hand moving to cup her own breast pinching at the nipple.
"Mmmm, yes. Play with those beautiful breasts." He punctuated the comment with another hard plunge into her. Followed again by a slow retreat and then a hard forward push of his hips.
Her other hand released the hold on the counter and followed his command, groaning at the pleasure of his calculated thrusts deep inside and her hands teasing her nipples. Her legs wrapped around his waist trying to get him to speed up. "Killiannnn...please."
He was happy to accommodate her request, not able to hold back anymore himself. He changed the rhythm, fast and hard strokes in and out of her, her inner walls and moans signifying just how close she was to her release.
If his body was able, he would stay in this moment—this feeling—forever. The pleasure on her face, in her sounds, the way her body moved and responded to his, heightened the gratification moving through his own. The beauty and pleasure of their bodies coming together over and over was beyond description. But it was becoming too much, and it was going to end in a blinding intensification of absolute bliss.
He just needed to hold on a little bit more, and with another hard thrust he felt her come around him, heard her call his name and he let her pull him over the edge with her. With one more thrust his body stilled inside her, his hands grasping her hips, as his orgasm rippled through him, pouring his essence once again inside of her.
A moment later he came down to rest on his elbows, leaning over her and resting his face on her chest. Her hands came up, one ran over the side of his face, the other running through his hair. He pressed a kiss into her skin and then looked up at her with a smile.
Emma smiled back at him. "So, are you full now?"
He grinned, "Of you? Never." He leaned up and kissed her to prove his point. Then he stood back up pulling her back to a seated position.
"Glad to hear it." She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again. "So...not saying you didn't do a wonderful job cleaning me of that maple syrup. But, I really need a shower."
"Care to have some company?"
She smiled and jumped down from the counter and picked up the t-shirt from the floor. "You are incorrigible." She then started to head for the master bathroom.
He pulled up his sweats and followed her naked swaying bottom. "Does that mean no?"
She walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water. "Did I shut the bathroom door behind me?"
He fully shed his pants this time and then came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "You don't want me to change, my love. Besides, you are just as bad as I am, my little minx."
She turned in his arms gave a quick kiss, and then opened the door and pulled him into the shower. They got clean, and then dirty once again before they left the shower.
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They walked out of shower with towels wrapped around them and smiles on their faces. Emma went over to her side of the counter and pumped out some lotion from the new bottle to apply to her skin.
Killian went to his side. "Should I be worried that the shower head will replace me?" She laughed. He walked over to her, with a raised eyebrow. "That wasn't an answer." He wasn't worried at all; besides, the pleasure it brought her—well both of them, really—was more than enough of a reason. Hell, if he would have thought of it for his single days…
She giggled and looked up at him, her hand coming to the side of his face. "Trust me, it could never fill that deep ache inside of me that only you can." She went to her tiptoes to kiss him. "And you most certainly fill that need, very...very...deeply."
She kissed him again, and pressed her hips against his. He growled into the kiss. "If you keep this up, you'll need another shower before we head over to your brothers."
She laughed and swatted him playfully on the chest. "Then you better get back over to your side."
He gave a small pout and walked back to his sink. She just shook her head at him and he smiled, watching her get ready. Her shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and razor was in his shower. Her side of the sink had its own toothpaste, soap, and toothbrush, along with lotion, a hairbrush, and a few things of makeup.
He picked up his own toothbrush to brush his teeth as his mind thought about how right it all felt. He had to shake out of it; he was getting way ahead of himself. He needed to figure out where she was and how she felt first. He wanted to tell her how he felt, what he wanted, but he could tell her past relationships made her nervous. Even if he didn't fully know the details, he didn't want to push her too fast. Besides, he was happy with where they were; he wasn't willing to risk it.
"Killian...Killian?"
He had completely zoned out in his thinking and hadn't noticed her talking to him. He quickly spit out the toothpaste and turned to her. "Sorry...what?"
She was holding up two outfits on hangers from the closet—some of the clothes she had left there. "Which one?" He looked at the nice yet simple dress, and then the other nice blouse and dark jeans.
"Love, they're your family. I have no idea how formal or informal, or what they expect. I was actually hoping you could direct me in what to wear." He took a step closer, "But I can tell you one thing's for certain."
"And what's that?"
"You will look absolutely beautiful in either one." She rolled her eyes, but the smile gave her away as to how much she liked the compliment.
"Okay, so...jeans it is." She turned to walk back to the closet and he lightly grabbed her wrist and turned her towards him.
"What's wrong?" He could tell something was off, almost as if she was nervous. Was she worried about him meeting her family? Correction, meeting her sister-in-law, he had already met her brother...under less-favorable circumstances. Maybe that is what was worrying her—afraid he already made a bad impression and they wouldn't approve of him. She bit her lip, her eyes cast down, not saying anything. "Emma...I swear love, I'll be on my best behavior. I'll try to make up for looking like a jackass the first time I met your brother."
Her head immediately shot straight up. "What? Oh...no...you'll be just fine."
He took the hangers and hung them on the top edge of the door. "Then what is it?" He asked pulling her into his arms.
She nuzzled her face into his bare chest. "I'm hoping you will like them."
He brought his hand to her chin and tilted it up to look at him. "Why wouldn't I like people you care so much about?"
"Well he's a cop and she's a school teacher and they live in this small little loft apartment…"
"Emma, do you see me as shallow?" He asked gently, his brain starting to worry.
Her eyes widened in shock, "No...not at all." Her stupid insecurities, from past issues, were interfering and making him question her view of him.
"Then why would their home determine if I like them? And a police officer and a teacher are very admirable roles, deserving far more respect than what I do."
She smiled up at him, "I'm sorry. It's really not you. I know you wouldn't do that. And you are absolutely right, and it's one of the reasons I…" she cut herself off and looked down before she could finish that statement. A declaration of her feelings in this moment would not be ideal.
He rubbed her back, and just waited for her to continue, to work out what she wanted to say. Though he was curious as to how that sentence was supposed to end.
She looked back up at him, "My last boyfriend...he owned his own business. He liked all kinds of flashy things and made a good living. He could never understand why anyone would want to do a dangerous job or be a teacher when they don't make a lot of money. He was always trying to get David to start a business or...he would tell me I should use my degree and go into private practice. That I could make more money, get a nicer apartment."
He shook his head at what an idiot that man was. "There is more to life than making money. I'm just blessed that doing what I love comes with that added bonus. He was a pompous ass."
She laughed, "He was."
"I hope you told him that when you broke up with him." When she stiffened in his arms, he knew, "Don't tell me the bloody bastard broke up with you." She shook her head and looked down. He hugged her closer, "I'm sorry, love. You don't need to talk about it."
She pressed her face into his chest. "I left work early and went to his place to surprise him…" he closed his eyes already know where this was going and he held her tighter. "Well he was surprised and so was the woman in bed with him."
He kissed the top of her head and she continued. "Turns out they had been seeing each other for months. He blamed my job, my unwillingness to better myself, i.e. make more money, and my...frigidity in bed."
Killian couldn't hold in the laugh at that one. "What?" He pulled away and turned her face back up to look at him. "What the heck was he into? You are anything but cold in bed." He stroked the side of her face. "I mean, the other reasons are ridiculous, but that one is just absolutely, completely wrong."
She gave a small smile at how bewildered he looked. "Well, if I would have had half as much fun in the sack with him as I do with you…"
Killian laughed, and then kissed her hard. She returned the kiss pulling him closer. "Well, there you go. He was blaming you, but the issues where all his."
She looked up into those impossibly blue, twinkling eyes, a larger smile on her face. "Thank you."
"For what? Showing you he was a bloody fool, or for the great sex?" He raised an eyebrow at the last part and she giggled.
She leaned in and kissed him. "Both."
They pulled up to the curb just outside her brother's building a few minutes before five. Killian was already opening her door as she was gathering her purse and the bottle of wine they brought over. She got out and took his arm as he shut the door, and they went into the building and climbed the flight of stairs to their door, a knotted ball of anxiety already in her stomach.
He leaned over her shoulder and quietly whispered, into her ear, "Relax." He then gave a soft kiss to her neck, making her smile ,and the knots began to loosen. He took a step back as she knocked on the door; he was trying to be calm for her but he felt like his own hands were sweating. Now he knew how Emma must have felt meeting his family.
A few moments later, the door was opening and David was immediately pulling his sister into a hug. She hugged him back tightly and groaned. "It hasn't been that long since I last saw you."
"Long enough." They broke apart. "Seems you have someone else to spend your free time with now." She was about to speak when David turned to her boyfriend. "And you must be the someone." David gave Killian a wink over Emma's head, immediately easing Killian's nerves. He realized that David and Emma had a relationship much like him and his brother. That was something he could definitely handle.
"That would be me."
David stepped back and waved them both in, and shut the door. Mary Margaret was walking up to them, and gave Emma a big hug as David turned back to the other man with his hand outstretched.
"Nice to meet you...again."
"Pleasure is all mine, Sheriff."
"Oh please, call me David." The brunette finally broke the hug from Emma and turned to the men. "And this is my wife, Mary Margaret."
Killian stuck out his hand to shake hers. "Pleasure to meet you." But she wanted none of it and instead hugged him tight, which he accepted.
Emma shook her head, but couldn't help the smile. Her butterflies settled as her family was treating him like one of their own. "Forgot to warn you. She's a hugger."
Once she let go, she turned back to Emma and gave her a big smile and a wink. Emma groaned internally, realizing her sister-in-law also gave such a big, hard hug to feel up her man! They would talk about this later, but instead, she knew there was another way to get through the night. "Hey, we brought wine. We might want to open that now."
The woman took the bottle from her, sat the wine on the dining room table with a smile, and then headed for the kitchen. Killian wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his side. His thumb lightly ran over her hip in a calming gesture.
Mary Margaret looked inside the oven. "Actually, dinner's almost done." She turned to her husband. "Can you finish setting the table while I finish up in here?"
"Do either of you need help?" Killian offered.
"He's really good in the kitchen," Emma chimed.
"Thank God one of you are." David quipped.
Killian bit his lip not to laugh, and Emma stared at her brother, mouth wide open. "Hey!"
"Enough, you two," her sister-in-law admonished them. "Killian, Emma, you can take a seat; it should be just a few minutes."
Emma took off her coat and put it on the coat rack; Killian did the same and then followed her over to the table. Emma took her usual side of the table and he took the seat next to her as David finished setting the table by placing the silverware.
Emma took a deep breath; everything is going just fine, she had to tell herself. Her brother joking and not giving the overly protective brother speech right off the bat was a good sign.
"David, can you take the chicken to the table?" He didn't answer but immediately went and took the platter along with the basket of rolls and brought them over to the center of the table. Mary Margaret was right behind him with the green beans and garlic mashed potatoes.
Killian looked next to him and took Emma's hand. He could tell she was still nervous, though much better than she had been. But honestly, he also needed the reassurance for himself as well. She smiled back at him and squeezed it. The others sat down, and David began to open the wine. He poured some into Emma's, then Killian's and finally his own and then sat it down on the table. "Ummm…" Emma looked over at her sister-in-law. "Don't you want any? You always have some."
Mary Margaret looked quickly over to David, and after a silent conversation, she then turned back to Emma. "Well, we were going to wait 'til later tonight to say anything, but…" She reached out for her husband's hand, and his grin back to hers was huge. "We're having a baby."
Emma's reaction was immediate, she threw up her hands, dropping Killians in surprise, the shock on her face evident, quickly followed by a big smile. "Oh my God!" She was out of her chair in an instant and around the table hugging Mary Margaret. "Congratulations!"
She didn't know what else to say, all the emotions running through her hard to place. Joy, happiness, elation, excitement for knowing that they had wanted this, that they would make awesome parents. Heck, in many ways they were kinda parents to her. She was also concerned for her friend's health, if everything was okay, but those were far overshadowed by pure elation as she continued her hug.
Killian smiled and patted David's shoulder. "Congrats!" He wasn't sure what else to say for having just met the couple. But from the smiles and joy on all of their faces he was pretty damn sure it was good news. For a brief moment, his mind thought of a future where...he stopped himself. Stop getting ahead of yourself, mate.
Emma then turned and pulled her brother into a hug. A few tears streamed down her face. God, this was going to be such a lucky kid. She squeezed tight once more, and quickly wiped away the tears as she sat back down. She couldn't get over the shock and was still staring at the two of them when the questions started. "When did you find out? How far along are you? When is the due date…"
"Woah, slow down there, motormouth." David got the evil eye from sister for that one.
His wife swatted at his shoulder. "We found out early this week. I'm eight weeks, so looks like the beginning of September." She picked up the the bowl of green beans, "Let's dig in, before it gets cold." They all took their helpings and passed the bowls and trays.
They made small talk through most of dinner. Asked Killian about his racing, and how work was going at the shelter. David talked about one of his more interesting calls he had in the last week, and Mary Margaret talked about a cute thing that happened in her class.
Killian knew he wasn't going to get any childhood stories out of this dinner like she got out of meeting Liam since Emma was mostly grown by the time she came to live with David and his parents. But he was interested to find out that Emma spent most of her high school years with her nose in a book, and not out with friends.
"She stayed up over 24 hours straight reading the third book. She refused to sleep until she was done." David said with a teasing smile to his sister.
"YOU introduced me to the first two books, it was YOUR fault." Emma grumbled in her defense. "Besides, if I didn't read it before you got done, you would come in and spoiled it for me. Like you did with Dumbledore in book six!" She yelled back and throwing her napkin onto her empty plate for emphasis.
In fact, everyone's plates were now empty; they were just now sitting around talking. "Anyone up for dessert?" Mary Margaret asked trying to change the topic. Killian could tell she was the the peacekeeper in the family, however he was enjoying the sibling bickering immensely.
"Yes!" came the immediate response from Emma beside him and he almost laughed at the childlike look her face.
David caught his look and smiled at the two of them; he had heard the happiness in his sister's voice since she had met Killian, if you didn't count the week of misunderstanding. But with how happy and content she looked tonight, and how attentive her new boyfriend was, it made him a very pleased and approving brother.
Mary Margaret grinned at Emma's request and stood and headed into the kitchen her husband quickly following her. They came back moments later. David carried a blueberry pie and ice cream, while she had the plates and silverware. "Do you like blueberry?" Mary Margaret asked Killian.
"Yes, I do."
"That's good. Cause you will never see an apple pie...or apple in this house."
Killian gave her a questioning look.
"That foul fruit will not step foot in this house." Mary Margaret said sticking out her tongue with a 'yuck' expression, and Emma just waved her hand as if to point out the fact. Killian just smiled and happily took the plate of pie and ice cream she handed him, and made note not to make an apple pie for future get-togethers.
Once they were all stuffing their faces with the dessert Emma asked the question she had been holding out on after learning of the news, "So, have you thought of any names yet?"
David groaned. "Emma, will you PLEASE tell her that we're not gonna name him 'Leopold'?"
"Why not?" Mary Margaret whined. "It was my father's name!"
"People will make fun of him."
"No one made fun of my father."
"That you knew of."
His wife rolled her eyes at him. "Okay, what about 'Eva,' after my mother?"
"I don't know how well that'll work with a boy."
"It might not be a boy."
Killian covered his mouth with his napkin to not laugh at the couple's bickering, and he raised an eyebrow at Emma. She just smiled and shook her head; this was nothing new for her.
Soon, the night was wrapping up, and they all had work in the morning. Emma's nerves were all gone, and she was so happy the most important people in her life seemed to get along.
There was no more shaking hands, just hugs from everyone. David gave Killian a hug, patting hard on the back. Once he pulled away, and Emma was embraced by Mary Margaret, he looked at the man in front of him, his expression serious. "Take care of her. If you hurt her…"
"I won't." Killian stated in a firm answer. He would never willingly do so; he would rather hurt himself.
David nodded at him, accepting the answer, and then they turned back to the women just as they finished their hug. They all said goodnight, and Killian and Emma headed down the stairs to go back to Killian's house for the night. Both of their families just got a little bigger now.