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Emma released a sigh of relief as she opened the door to the apartment, happy to finally be back. She missed her son and pirate fiercely over the two days she was away, and was ready to go home the second she caught her bail jumper. She found the first night that she could barely sleep, that she couldn't without Killian beside her.

Stepping through the dark apartment, she saw the clock on the stove said it was just after one in the morning, letting her know that Killian and Henry were asleep. Walking through the apartment to her and Killian's room, she smiled as she passed by the pictures hanging on the walls.

After her and Killian's fight and she decided that she was going to let herself be happy, she decided to start displaying the evidence of their lives, to display pictures of them together. Killian had strongly encouraged her idea, helping her select many of the photos, as well as Henry, who was enthusiastic at the idea. They quickly filled frames scattered across their living room, as well as keeping some in her room. Henry had even taken one for himself, one where the three of them spent the day by the marina, saying he wanted one of them all together. The pictures served to Emma as a display that it was okay to be happy, and that she did have a life with Killian and Henry.

Careful not to wake Killian, she padded into their bedroom, smiling lovingly as she saw him sleeping before setting her bag down on the floor and going to the bathroom to wash her face, closing the door behind her before turning on the light as not to wake Killian. She was tired, spending the day tracking her bail jumper before catching him. After the long two days, she was relieved to be home.

Stepping out, she shed her boots and jeans, stripping down to just her tank top and underwear as she climbed into bed beside Killian. He instantly turned toward her, reaching out until she was wrapped in his arms, as he pulled her to him.

His tired blue eyes opened to look at her as he gave her a soft, loving smile. He leaned his head toward hers, meeting her lips with his in a tender kiss.

"Welcome home," he greeted when they broke apart, his voice husky from sleep.

She hummed. "It's good to be back. I missed you."

"I missed you, too, love," he responded, cuddling closer to her. "I trust everything went according to plan?"

Nodding, she leaned to brush her lips to his. "Yeah. I caught the guy and immediately came home. I'll tell you about it all tomorrow."

He nodded in turn, pressing his lips to hers again.

"Are you tired?" he asked as he cocked his brow, a salacious grin playing at his lips.

She was silent, pretending to contemplate. "I don't know. I think I might be up for some more pleasurable activities."

"Minx," he teased, kissing her, his tongue running along the seam of her lips.

Shifting her body and pulling him with her as she granted him access, she layed where he hovered just above her as he reached to pull her tank top over her head before divesting her of her underwear as she removed his boxers.

"I love you," he told her, moving his hand to cradle her face.

"I love you, too," she replied, tangling her fingers in his hair as she pulled him down for another searing kiss.


Laying in Killian's warm embrace, Emma cuddled further into him as the morning light peeked through the windows, illuminating their room in a soft light. Refusing to open her eyes, she hoped sleep would find her again, not ready to wake.

A second later, their alarm rang out, waking Killian and prompting him to remove his hand from her back, silencing the alarm.

Emma groaned. "Do we have to get up?"

He chuckled, pressing a light kiss to her hair. "You don't. Go ahead and go back to sleep, love. I'll take care of Henry."

"But then you'll be gone," she grumbled, wrapping her arms tighter around his waist as she nuzzled her face into his chest.

She felt his smile. "Only for a little while. I'll be right back after I take Henry to school."

Slowly nodding, she retracted her arms, letting him pull away from her. She pulled his pillow to her, resting her head on it as he watched him get up, enjoying the view of his bare body moving to the bathroom. She closed her eyes as she heard the shower running, willing herself to fall back asleep.

She heard Killian come back into the room and dress, feeling his scruff scratching her skin as he leaned down to kiss her cheek before he left the room altogether.

Listening to the sounds of him out in the main room, as well as Henry as he got ready for school, she willed herself to fall back asleep, but found it evaded her. Finally hearing them leave, she gave up after a couple of minutes, knowing she was awake.

Leaving the warm bed, she begrudgingly moved to take a shower, wanting to at least get cleaned up and presentable. Dressed, she went to the kitchen, making herself something to eat as Killian came back, shutting the door behind him.

"Hey," she smiled in greeting. "Hungry?"

He nodded as he rested his hand on her waist, pecking her cheek. "That would be appreciated. I didn't eat with Henry."

She nodded from her spot at the stove as he moved away, going to retrieve his hook. He came back just as she put their plates on the dining table.

"So how was it with your skip?" he asked her as they settled down.

She shrugged. "Spent the first day tracking him, then found him the second. It was actually pretty easy from there. I just went up to him at one of his regular places, sweet talked him a little, then cuffed him. I started to come back as soon as they took him in."

Killian grinned, amused. "I knew you would get him easily enough."

She smiled, his constant confidence in her never failing to warm her.

Finishing their food, she moved to the sink, setting the dishes down as he came up behind her, turning her around in his arms to gently kiss her. Smiling, she rested her hands in his chest.

She rested her head to his when they broke apart. "I really don't think I'll take a job like that again. I hated being away from you and Henry for so long. I'm just happy to be back."

"Love, believe me when I say I am, too," he grinned.

She leaned forward, kissing him again as she moved her hands up his chest to his neck, her body pressed against his. Feeling him smile into the kiss, his hand and hook traveled lower until he lifted her, walking them back to their room.


Laying with her chest pressed against his as he drew the sheets up to cover them, Emma sighed contently, resting her hand on his bicep.

Killian rested his forehead to hers, pushing her hair away from her face as he began running his fingers through it.

"How did you get this?" he asked, gently running his thumb over the small scar just above her left eye.

She gave him a small smile. "Regina punched me in the face."

His eyes widened in question.

"It was over the sheriff at the time leaving her and Henry coming to me," she explained. She smiled at the memory, recalling her own reaction. "Don't worry. After she punched me, I punched her right back and slammed her into a mausoleum wall."

Killian laughed in amusement, his bright blue eyes shining as he smiled widely.

Returning his smile, she tilted her head, molding her lips to his. As he responded, she deepened the kiss, a small moan escaping her. Shifting slightly so that he hovered over her, she moved the hand that wasn't on his arm to his hair, threading her fingers through the dark strands.

Before he could lower his body to hers, they immediately broke apart, staring at each other with their eyes wide in shock as Henry's voice called them.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" he called.

Scrambling, Emma pushed Killian off her as he yanked the sheets to cover them, hiding their bare bodies before Henry stood in the hallway, just outside their room. They realized that they didn't shut the door.

He pinched his brow curiously as he noticed them laying in their bed.

"What are you guys doing in bed still?" he asked. "It's noon."

Not as naive as he once was, he started to turn red from embarrassment, realizing what they were doing.

"Napping," Emma immediately answered, before mentally kicking herself. It was too similar a situation to the time she walked in on her own parents, even down to the responses when asked what they were doing. She quickly shook the memory from her brain.

"I got home really late, and was still tired," she told him. "Killian got up when he heard me come home last night, so he decided to take a nap, too."

Deciding to change the subject to save them all from further embarrassment, she took on a more stern tone. "Henry, what are you doing home? Why aren't you in school?"

He suddenly looked sheepish. "I forgot to tell you it was a short day. Schools not far, so I thought it would be okay to walk by myself."

"Lad, you should've called one of us," Killian told him. "We just don't want anything to happen to you."

Henry shrugged guiltily. "Sorry."

Emma released a heavy sigh. "It's okay, kid. Just give us a minute to get up."

Nodding, he retreated quickly, leaving her alone with Killian.

Quickly rising up, Killian covered himself with the quilt from their bed, closing the door and locking it for good measure.

"Oh, god," Emma groaned, sitting up and covering her face with her hands, hiding her flush of embarrassment. "That was just like when I walked in on my parents once."

Discarding the quilt, he sat beside her, pulling her into his side.

"He didn't seem too disturbed, Swan," he told her hopefully.

"I hope you're right, for all our sakes," she responded, lowering her hands to look at his hopeful expression.

Sighing, she bumped her head to his before they both rose up to get dressed, pulling on their clothes.

Leaving the bedroom, she found her son on the couch, looking at one of his books. She relaxed, seeing that he didn't seem to be dwelling what he walked in on.

"You hungry?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he responded, looking up from his book.

Emma nodded as she moved to the kitchen, Killian right behind her to help her.

Henry turned to look back at them. "Oh, and next time you guys go to do that, will you please shut the door?"

Both Emma and Killian felt themselves flush at knowing they had been caught.

Despite her embarrassment, she was happy to do something as mundane as cooking, actually missing it when she had been gone. It wasn't that it was an activity that she and Killian often did together, though she found it to be one of its perks, but it was something simple and something she had never really done for herself before. She never had a reason to really cook before, usually relying on mostly takeout when she was by herself. She now had other people to take care of, whereas she used to just have to take care of herself. She found that she actually enjoyed the mundane activities of being a mother and a girlfriend, in just doing the normal things. She knew that if she were honest with herself, if she continued her life with her son and Killian, she would be happy with it.

Finishing, she placed Henry's food on the island, where he quickly swooped in and retrieved it.

"Since I'm out early, do you think we can go to the park for some sword practice?" he asked, looking between her and Killian.

"I have no issues with it," Killian replied, looking towards Emma.

She shook her head. "I don't see why not."

Henry smiled as he began to eat, eager to go.

Leaning against the counter, Emma crossed her arms as she watched Henry finish eating, Killian going back to their room to retrieve his false hand.

He came back into the room, leather jacket in place, just as Henry finished eating, setting his plate in the sink and running to get the wooden swords.

Chuckling, Emma shook her head at Killian. "I swear, that kid is either gonna be a knight or a pirate."

"Personally, I'm thinking a pirate," he remarked, standing beside her.

"Maybe," she laughed.

Henry rushed back in, carrying the swords. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Let's go then," Emma replied as she pushed herself off the counter.

Despite everything that had been going on, including the possibility that someone knew who they were, she couldn't help but relish in having a normal day where she just got to spend time with her family.

She accepted Killian's offered arm, looping hers through his as they followed their son out the door.


Teaser: Seeing her skeptical expression, he grinned. "It never hurts."

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