"I spy with my little eyes," the interviewer paused for a short while, "a ring."
"Ah yes," Killian answered her, "a ring." Finally someone noticed, or pointed it out. That, or they didn't want to over react or who knows what. He would have loved to see Ruby's reaction when she found out. All the screaming, and jumping, and.. well, fangirling, that would be fun to watch.
"When was this?" she asked, and he felt Emma look at him, and she was.
"A few weeks-a few days after we got out of the hospital," Killian looked at Emma, he had forgotten when it was, but it wasn't too long ago. A month? Give or take.
"Okay, first thing's first: everyone's been dying to know about the car crash. How did it happen?"
"It actually was all Emma's fault," Killian pointed out, a smug expression on his face.
"Was not," she denied, hitting his arm, "it's your fault for wanting me to feed you."
"It's your fault for tempting me," he countered, "I was hungry, also. You can't blame me."
"Oh really?" she challenged.
"Alright break it up," the sneer on his face turned into a smile. "Next question then, what's your favorite part about the film?"
"I don't remember it very well," Killian confessed, "I've been through a lot since we finished filming." And it was true, he only remembered the part when she was discovered the Kraken. That was it, nothing else, really. "What about you?"
"Same," she replied and yawned, "I don't really remember anything beside that Kraken thing." Killian laughed as the interviewer gave them puzzled looks. "It's not what I want to tell, sorry," Emma informed and she nodded, walking away with the cameraman.
"Tell me she did not just walk away without a goodbye," Killian said, staring at the direction the interviewer left and looked back at Emma, who was walking towards him and put her head on his chest, and closed her eyes. He wrapped a hand around her waist and put the other behind her head, stroking her hair. "Something wrong?" he purred quietly in her ear.
"I'm tired," she muttered, her voice slightly muffled for she was speaking right into his chest.
"As am I too, lass, as am I too," he pulled away, kissed her temple, and lead her into where they were showing the movie. "We have a while, you can sleep," he muttered, pulling her closer to him for a little heat and after a while, her heard her breathing slowly. Killian couldn't bring himself to sleep for if he did, he wouldn't wake, so he just sat there, listening to Emma's slow breathing and trying not to fall asleep.
"Hey dad," Killian turned in shock to see Henry, it was still strange for him to call him dad, "what happened to mom?"
"She's tired," he replied, ruffling Henry's hair, "she's sleeping. How about you? You tired?"
"Naw," Henry took the other empty seat beside him as everyone else filed into their seat.
"Wait, she's still sleeping, do I?" he didn't have to finish the sentence. Ruth, Ruby, Victor, David, Mary Margret, and Henry- the gang for short- were crowding around him.
"Yes," Ruby replied, and he nodded, picking Emma up bridal style and tried not to trip or let her hit the door on the way out. There were still fans and paparazzi outside, waiting and screaming when they came out; but then they saw Emma in his arms and quieted down, while the paparazzi just took pictures. This would be great for your articles about personal life, no? Killian had given Henry his keys and he gently placed Emma on the passenger seat, pull on her seat belt and closed the door, hoping it wouldn't hit her fingers and everyone else got on.
"Hungry guys?" he asked, careful not to wake Emma and they shook their heads, saying stuff about it was late, and so he dropped Victor, Ruby and Ruth off to their apartment as he drove the other two home with him. When they got there, he pulled open Emma's door and tossed Henry the keys, telling him to open the door and pulled carried Emma in bridal style and set her on the bed. "Thanks, Henry," he muttered, kissing his temple and waved him goodnight.
Killian pulled the blanket over and kissed her lips before readjusting her blankets, brushing a lock of hair from her face and made his way out the door. "Stay," he didn't know if it was his imagination or not, so he peaked back. Her lips moved again, "stay, Kil." 'Kil', he almost scoffed, who gave her permission to call him that? Killy was fine, but Kil, why not just add the other l: Kill.
"Alright," he whispered, slipping underneath the cover and she snuggled against him, probably taking in his scent as he took in hers.
"Hey Killian, wake up," Emma's voice was the fist thing he heard that morning, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. He opened his eyes to see a blurry Emma; wearing gray sweats and a white baggy shirt, and her hair was in a messy tail, some hair falling loosely. "Wake up, I'm hungry."
"Wait a minute," he sat up, still in his suit, his vision clearing, "you woke up early, got dressed, and who knows what to wake me up to make you breakfast?" He didn't get Emma logic, not even a little bit.
"Pretty much," she shrugged, kissing him and pulled him up, "change into something else."
"Too sexy for you?" he smirked, pulling her into another kiss, winking some when after he pulled away.
"Just go," she stated, "I'll make breakfast." Killian rushed to his room, pulling on an outfit that was just like Emma, except that he didn't have enough hair to put on a pony tail.
"What'd you make?" he asked loudly, announcing his presence in the kitchen as soon as he got in. He saw Emma in front of the stove, and Henry was probably in bed or laying on the couch watching TV or exploring the house again.
"You took two minutes," she replied, turning to meet his gaze and her eyes narrowed, seeing he wore the same outfit as her. "If you wanted something in two minutes, you could always ask for cereal, like Henry did. And I look better than you." Killian barely caught the last part, and when he did, all he did was chuckle and make his way towards her, kissing the side of her head.
"Then I'll take cereal," he shrugged, turning off the stove, which only had a pan with oil in it. "What were you making anyways? Eggs?"
"Maybe," she replied, pulling out the milk and cereal. "Here, make me one too."
"Wait, what? Why? Where are you going? What if I spill it and make a mess?" Killian pulled out two bowls and started pouring in the cereal and milk.
"I'm quite sure you've made your own food when you were alone," she called, "I'm sure you'll be fine."
"But you never know," he called back, accidentally knocking down the jug of milk, it was almost empty. So he's made a mess, he wasn't actually planning to make one though...
"I'm not cleaning that up you know," Emma came back, and when he looked at her, she had her arms crossed and narrowed her eyes. "So better now than later, your cereal would get soggy."
"Then I'll eat my cereal first," he rolled his eyes, stepping over the mess and poured the remainder of the milk into her bowl and grabbed a spoon and tried to eat it as fast as he can. He was quite sure his script was coming today, and if his was coming today, Emma's might be too.
"Someone's in a rush," Emma sang as he was a few scoops from his last. "What's the rush?"
"Oh nothing much, just my script," he replied, putting the bowl in the sink and grabbed a towel and started wiping the milk from the floor.
"I'm actually quite sad that you still look hot when you're cleaning," Emma pouted as he looked up and smirked. "And my script is coming today to, Mulan emailed me." Alright then, they could read their scrips and eat chips together, then trade scripts.
"How nice," Killian replied, tossing the wet towel in the sink, and just at that moment, the bell rang. Hopefully, it was their script.
"Here," it was Jefferson and Grace, he tossed Killian two scripts and welcomed himself in like it was his house.
"Hey, Jefferson, Grace," Emma walked into the room and he heard banging from another room and someone fell- Henry. Right, that dude had a crush on Grace, and so did Grace. "Henry's just in the computer room." Grace nodded, but didn't run off; she just looked at her father, who shook his head.
"We have to be going, just came by to drop the script," he paused for a moment and made his way towards the door, indicating Grace to follow him. She pulled out an envelope, "give it to Henry, won't you?" she whispered and Emma nodded, taking the letter.
"See you," she called, before taking Killian's hand and walked to the computer room, Henry was clutching his shin, apparently that was what he did. How? That was the question. "Letter from Grace," she called holding out the envelope, and Henry rushed forward, grabbing it and pushed them out, shutting the door.
"How nice," he commented and Emma nodded, making her way to her room with both of the script. "I'm going to get some chips," he answered her puzzled look as he slipped his hand from hers and ran for the food.
"Hopefully they're not expired," she smirked, remembering last time and he shook his head. Throwing it on the bed and made his way down next to her, grabbing his script and began reading.
"I'm tired, bored, and I'm hungry," Emma complained, rolling over and threw the script on his lap, burring her face in the pillow.
"I have chips," he answered, his eyes not leaving his script, it wasn't bad. Though he would have preferred it if Emma was in it.
"I don't want chips," she was being an annoying little brat now. "I'm tired, bored, and hungry," she wined again.
"So what do you want?" he asked, finally taking his eyes off his script to Emma. "Sex? Food? Games? You name it."
"Can I read your script?" she asked blandly, finally lifting her face from the pillow to get a breath of fresh air. "Can I?"
"That's all you wanted?" he asked, annoyed, and handed her his script, grabbing hers instead. Might as well see what she's going to play.
"No, but it's better than nothing," she replied, turning over and placing her head on his shoulder and started reading. So she and this Mulan girl go around fighting bad guys? And there's this love affair that Mulan goes through and almost gets killed and Emma- or whoever she was playing- gets pissed and lets the girl get killed. After a while she goes and tries to find Mulan, but cant. And the story ends there. Crappy as hell of a story, to be honest. And then halfway through the story, she disappears and Snow White and Prince Charming appears, trying to save Mulan, and turned out she was transferred to a different realm. And... [The End] that was it? Was there going to be a sequel or something?
"Hope you have a fun time, 'cause it's a boring as hell of a script," he said after a while, then added, "no offence," after she shot him a glare.
"None taken," she replied coldly, "I really like yours though."
"Why thanks," he smirked, "see? I get better stuff than you."
"That's 'cause you've been in it for longer," she countered.
"Really?" Killian asked, the word dripping with sarcasm.
"Fucking Jesus Christ," Emma cursed, burring her face in her hands.
"No," he replied sharply and commanding, "don't. Fucking Killian."
"What?"
"What?"
"Oh never mind," she sighed, snuggling closer to him, "never mind."
A/N: So no plot twist, yeah, I know. *le sigh* I can't actually think of one that is as good as that car crash. Suggestions? Lol. I hoped you like, and reviews and ideas are always welcomed.
