Killian couldn't believe it. He was sitting on the park bench staring at the sonogram of their babies. He had expected one, would have been happy with one and come to find out, they were having two. Everyone had been ecstatic when they shared the news about the twins. Ailey and Liam were the most excited of all and were hoping the twins were a boy and a girl.
He contemplated how in the world he even made it to this point. His life with Emma had been a dream. He had gotten everything he had wanted ever since she brought him back from the Underworld; A beautiful loving wife who was his Swan, a family, a home. He shuttered at the thought of the days when his ship was the only thing that mattered to him. And now he would trade his ship a million times over again for his amazing family.
"Hey mate, what have you got there?" Robin asked as he approached Killian. He sat next to him as his daughter ran off to the playground where Killian's kids and David were. "Ah, the sonogram of the babies." He said when he saw what was in Killian's hand.
"Aye."
"How do you feel about having twins?"
"Honestly, I'm overjoyed, mate. I know it'll be difficult, but I always did love a challenge." Killian smirked.
"Well I'm sure you and Emma will do great."
"Thanks, mate." Killian drifted his eyes to the playground where David was catching Ailey and Liam when they went down the slide.
"Well you know if you ever need a helping hand, Regina and I would gladly help out."
"Thank you. I appreciate that."
"Of course. Besides we have the same stepson; we have to help eachother out."
"Daddy!" Ailey and Liam shout as they ran towards Killian. "Daddy, we want a playground in our backyard," Ailey told him as she approached him.
Killian laughed. "How about a swing set and slide?"
"Really?"
"Sure. If that's what you want, I can build you one."
"Yay!"
"Do you even know how to build a swing set, mate?" Robin asked him.
"It can't be that difficult."
It was much more difficult than he ever imagined. He got the plywood and supplies from the hardwood store and started on it the day after they got back from the playground. He worked on it when the kids were at school and after Emma got out of work for two days straight before he finished just a simple swing-set. Emma came out to the background when he was done.
"What do you think, love?"
"It looks... good." Emma said as she bit her tongue.
"What's wrong with it Emma?"
"Nothing. I told you it looks good."
Emma?" He pryed, trying to get an honest answer out of her.
"It's just a little crooked. Okay, it's a lot crooked."
Killian frowned and took another look at it from where she was standing. "I guess it is, isn't it?"
"Yeah. But it's okay. You tried. Maybe you could ask August for help."
Killian looked her tellingly. "I think not. He's the last person I would go to for help."
And yet here he was the next day walking to his house. What was he thinking? He was out of his bloody mind, Killian thought. First of all, he was asking for help and second of all, he was asking for his help. Why did he ever agree to building a bloody swing-set in the first place. Oh right, he did it for them. His children, whom he only wanted to please. He was only doing this for them. Maybe one other thing that could come from this was that he could get to the bottom of something. Killian sighed as he knocked on August's door.
August answered, eyeing him curiously. "Killian. What brings you here? Is Emma okay?"
Killian balled his hand to a fist and gritted his teeth. Then he took a deep breath before he answered. 'My wife is fine. I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something."
"Sure. What can I do for you, Killian?" They both walked the short distance to Killian's house and went around to the backyard.
August chuckled as he looked at the swing-set. Killian glared at him. "Can you bloody help me or are you just going to stand there and laugh?"
"Sorry. Of course I will help. We're going to tear the whole thing down first and get some wood from my shop. That alright with you?"
"Fine. Whatever it takes," Killian sighed.
That night, Henry came over for dinner.
"So, do you think the twins will be boys or girls?" Henry asked them at the dinner table.
"Their boys, definitely boys," Killian said as he smiled at his wife.
"How can you be so sure?" She asked.
"Because we already outnumber the lasses in this family. It's only logical." He winked at her.
"That's not fair. I want a sister," Ailey said.
"You might get two sisters, Ailey. Daddy doesn't know what they'll be. He's just teasing."
"Truthfully, it doesn't matter whether they are boys are girls. Any babies my wife gives me I will love no matter what." He smiled at her. He was sitting next to her as she smiled back at him and reached her arm over the table to take his hand.
"Mommy. When will the babies get here?" Liam asked.
"Not for a while sweetie. They still have a lot of growing to do," Emma answered. "So, Henry, you haven't heard back from Hamilton, yet?"
"No, not yet. But there's still time. I applied to some other colleges, too. Just in case."
"Well, if they don't accept you, then they're bloody idiots anyway," Killian told him.
"It doesn't really matter to me though. As long as they have a good writing program and they're not too far away from home."
"Well, I'm sure you'll here back soon." Emma said.
"Oh, by the way, nice swing-set you out there," Henry laughed. "You do know it's crooked right?"
"Yes, I know it's bloody crooked," Killian sighed.
"Did you get August to help you, like I suggested?" Emma asked.
Henry chuckled. "Killian asking for August's help. That's funny, mom."
"Why is that funny?"
"It is funny, but yes I did ask for his help and we're working in it tomorrow."
"Well good, maybe he can teach you a thing or two about woodwork and you can build some more things around the house," Emma said as she winked at him.
Killian grumbled under his breath.
After dinner Killian and Emma went to a movie while Henry stayed with the kids while they were in bed.
They walked down the sidewalk hand in hand in front of Granny's when he stopped in his tracks and pulled her to him. He snaked his arms around her waist and gazed into her eyes. "It's about time I got you alone again, love."
"Well, we're not exactly alone. We're outside where anyone could walk by any moment."
"I know, but right now, we have a quiet moment."
"So is that why you wanted me to go to the movies with you? So you get me alone?" She asked as she leaned in closer to him, their lips almost touching.
"No," he lied.
"Right. Well in that case we should get going. We don't want to miss the movie," she said, pulling away from him and walked in the direction of the theatre.
When they got to there, it was completely empty, being a weekday and they both had secretly decided on a movie of poor choice, fully intending on giving their attention to eachother rather than the movie.
They both smirked mischiouvsly as they sat in the far back corner of the theatre. As the previews came on, Killian put his arm around her as they watched the screen in front of them. Emma's heart pounded in her chest. She felt like a horny teenager and all she wanted to do was make out with her husband. Emma leaned her head on his shoulder and rested her hand on his chest, threading her fingers through his thin chest hair. They waited through the previews to see if anyone would show up before the movie started. No one did.
Emma could feel Kiilian's heart pounding hard as well as she breathed unsteadily against him. Her lips brushed his neck and she could feel him tremble underneath her. Her hand wandered slowly down his body over his shirt. She placed her hand on his thigh and gently squeezed, making him shift slightly. She pressed her lips to the base of his back, caressing teasingly slow. He sighed above her as her hand inched it's way his crotch. She gently tugged on him and he gasped in anticipation. She trailed kisses along his neck and jawline, his stubble prickling her lips and tongue. Her hand started massaging him more firmly until he became hard and uncomfortable in his pants.
She carefully unzipped his pants and pulled his crock free. Her hand dropped back to his thigh as he turned his head to touch her lips with his. As her fingers lightly brushed along the length of his hard shaft, she sank her teeth into his bottom lip, tugging on it. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated as his mouth was partially opened, waiting for her to kiss him. She just breathed against his lips as her fingers wrapped around his thick cock. He let a groan as she stroked him. Her hand moved up and down slowly and firmly.
Finally, their lips met, crashing into eachother, hot and needy. Their tongues fusing deliciously together. She felt electricity shoot through her body as they nipped eachothers' lips hungrily. Her hand moved faster along his cock, tugging and pulling as his hand went up her shirt. He slipped it under her bra and gently caressed her firm breasts. She pounded her fist on him harder and faster as he tugged on her nipple with his fingers. They both moaned into their kiss, getting lost in eachother.
Her hand slowed down and she pressed on his velvety tip with her thumb, feeling his precum sticky on her skin. She released her hand as she slid off of her seat and kneeled inbetween his legs. He released her breasts and she looked up at him as she stuck her tongue out and licked the precum off of his tip. It was the one of the most erotic things he had ever seen in his life. Her eyes were full of lust and desire as her tongue licked a strip along his length. "Bloody hell, Emma," he whispered.
She loved driving him crazy like this. Loved the sexy, yet innocent look in his eyes when he wanted her. She licked her lips as her eyes were still locked on his. Her mouth took him in slowly, working her way down and back up again. His hand went to the back of her head, his hook tangled in her hair as he rutted his hips against her. She took him deeper in her mouth slowly at first, then faster. He dropped his head back as quiet groans escaped his mouth. She began stroking him with her hand again as she felt him crumble below her.
"Emma." He held her tightly against him as she bobbed her head. She started sucking his tip everytime she reached the top and he bucked his hips faster as he released his hot seed into her mouth. "Bloody fuck, Emma."
He was panting, trying to get his breath back as she swallowed and cleaned up the last of his orgasm with her tongue and gave his tip one last suck before she let him go. He released his grip from her hair and she sat back in her seat. Her core was slick with arousal and she was so glad she decided to wear a skirt because she needed him badly. He could see it in her eyes as he looked at her. Her green eyes were dark and needy.
His knees went to the floor and he spread her legs apart. He pulled her underwear down halfway and lifted her legs onto his shoulder, settling inbetween her legs. He circled his finger around her opening and felt her dripping with need. He blew a hot breath into her center, making her quiver. His tongue went inside of her, sucking her juices into his mouth. She sank into her seat and rolled her hips into him as his tongue took her deeper.
She moaned softly as he entered a finger and thrusted it into her. She clutched the back of his head, pulling him in deeper and had to bit her tongue from moaning too loud. "Fuck, Killian." She felt herself falling quickly and came in his mouth. He licked his fingers and lips and released her, pulling her underwear back up. He want back to his seat as she slowly came down from her high. He put his arm around her shoulder and said quietly in her ear, "I think we have less of a chance getting caught out in public than we do in our own bedroom."
She laughed. "Yeah, I think your right."
Two days later, Killian and August took the swing-set down and spent the day working on it with the wood they got from August's shop, finishing on Saturday afternoon. Emma came outside to bring them sandwiches and a couple of beers after they had finished. She set the food and drinks on the table on the patio as they took a seat across from eachother.
"Thank you, Emma," August said.
"Wow. It looks great, guys. The kids will love it," Emma told them when she saw the finished swing-set that had two swings and an attached slide.
"It does look good, doesn't it, love," Killian said.
"You guys make a great team." Emma smiled.
"Aye. I suppose we do," Killian agreed.
Emma kissed him on the cheek and went back inside.
"She's quite the girl, isn't she?" August asked him.
Killian looked at him suspiciously for a moment before he spoke again. "August, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Do you have a thing for my wife?"
August looked at him, stunned. "Why do you think that I have a thing for Emma?"
"It's a simple yes or no question."
"No. I don't. I care about her and I will always feel guilty for abandoning her after we came out of the wardrobe but that's it. Besides, even if I did have a thing for her, she loves you. Any idiot a million miles away can see that."
"I know quite precisely how Emma feels about me. I don't need to hear it from you."
"Sorry. I just meant that it wouldn't matter how I felt about her."
"It does to me. When you claim to be her friend, it matters to me whether your truthful about it or not. Because she sees you as a friend as well and I don't want her to come up disappointed."
"I don't even know what to say. You really are a good man, Killian. I'm glad she has someone like you. After what I put her through with Neal, she deserves to be happy. And I promise you, I only see her as a friend. I've done a lot of terrible things in my life but going after a happily married women who has a wonderful family... I mean it would be, as you would say, bad form," he quipped.
"Indeed it would be bad form. My apologies for doubting you."
"It's okay. I can't say that I blame you, though. Emma's a great girl."
"That she is, mate."
"So, we're mates now? I mean now that you know I'm not trying to go after your wife?" He chuckled.
"Sure. Why not?" He gave him a half-smile.
August held up his beer to him. "Mates?"
Killian held his up as well and they clanked their bottles together. "Mates." They both took a swig before Killian asked him a question. "Well, now that we're mates, there's another favor I need to ask of you. It involves something that I could definitely use your carpentry skills for again, that is if you'd be willing."
"Sure. What is it? Another swing-set? A crib?"
"No, actually this is for Henry. A graduation gift for him."