I own nothing except my delusions.
Emma looked at her kit she was organizing, finding the empty jars and bottles she needed to replenish. Various herbs, roots, and flowers in larger jars littered the table, creating a clutter, but she knew where everything was, finding everything she needed with ease.
Her eyes passed on the dried red plant she herself regularly took, her fingers lingering over the jar before passing over it. A desire to stop brewing a tea from the plant had been growing within her for the past months, becoming stronger every day. She hadn't taken it in the morning, wanting to wait.
She looked up from her kit with a start as she heard Henry calling her, sounding on the verge of tears as he ran towards her.
"What's wrong, Henry?" she asked in alarm, turning toward him.
He hurried over to her, holding out his favorite toy, his stuffed lion, to her. Examining the toy, she saw a large rip in the seam of the leg, the stuffing leaking out.
"It's okay, kid," she said soothingly, taking the lion from him and setting it on the table. "We'll see what we can do to fix him, okay? He'll be as good as new."
Unhappy, Henry pulled away, his lip quivering.
She quickly decided to put off finishing her kit for the time being, wanting to get her son to smile. She decided to try to sew up the lion when he was down for his nap, knowing it would take a little time. Rising up, she went to his blanket, sitting down beside him, her skirts pooling around her.
"What are you doing?" she asked him lightly, playfully nudging him.
He held out a block to her, the ones she and Killian made for him when he was younger from some wood.
She grinned at him. "Wanna see how tall we can make a tower?"
Finally smiling, he nodded. "Aye."
Grinning back at him, she sat one block on another, letting Henry do most of the work in stacking the wooden cubes. She felt her own smile grow as her son's mood lightened, knowing her distraction worked.
She continued to play with him until his eyes began to droop, knowing it was nearing his nap time.
"You tired, kid?" she asked him.
"Aye," he said, his voice betraying his fatigue.
Reaching out to pick him up, Emma lifted him up, carrying him to his room as he rested his head on her shoulder.
Laying him in his bed, she pulled the blankets over him before sitting down to read to him for a little while, just until he fell asleep.
Carefully pulling at the seams of the stuffed animal, Emma wove the needle and thread through the soft material, tugging it together.
She looked up as she saw Killian open the door, his cheeks, nose, and ears red from the cold.
"You're home early," she said by way of greeting.
"Finished early, so Goban told me to take off early," he said, moving over to the table to lean down and kiss her.
She hummed as her lips met his. "Or are you sure it has nothing to do with what day it is today?"
"Maybe a bit," he confessed, grinning at her. "We have been married three years as of today."
Kissing him again, she raised a hand to cradle his face.
"I'm guessing the inevitable finally happened?" he asked, gesturing to the lion on the table.
She nodded. "Yeah. Poor little guy was almost in tears when he showed it to me."
Killian sat down beside her, his knee pressed to hers. "Can we fix it?"
"That's what I've been trying to do since he went down for his nap," she told him. "It just looks like a seam has come out."
Nodding, he clicked his hook back into his brace, knowing it was safe for him to wear it again. "Is there anything you want me to do?"
Emma shook her head, pulling the stuffed lion back to her. "I've got it. Hopefully it's done by the time he wakes up."
"I can always run interception if needed," he offered, tapping his hook on one of the glass jars that remained on the table.
"Thanks," she said. "I'm just hoping we won't need it."
She continued to work as he got up to check on their dinner cooking in the small oven, repairing the toy.
Tugging the last stitch, she tied it off before biting the excess thread. "What do you think?"
Killian looked back, examining the lion and grinning widely. "I think our lad will be pleased."
She smiled in return.
He held out his hand, pulling her up when she placed hers within his. His arms wrapped around her waist as hers went around his shoulders, his hand splayed along her spine.
Emma rested her head on his chest, content to be held by her husband, his body and the fire in the hearth warming her.
"How long before the lad wakes do you think?" he asked her.
She shrugged, reluctant to leave his arms. "I don't know."
She fought back a laugh as she heard Henry moving around a second later.
"Someone's awake," she commented.
"So it would seem," Killian agreed.
Just as he always did, Henry barreled right into Killian, hugging his father tightly.
Carefully, Killian picked Henry up to rest him at his hip, keeping his hold on Emma the entire time.
Making sure he wouldn't see, Emma grabbed onto the stuffed lion, holding it behind her back.
"Henry, we have something for you," she said, calling his attention.
Henry looked back at her curiously.
She pulled the toy from her back, showing it off to him.
He gasped, grabbing it and hugging it close. "Thanks, Mama."
She kissed his head. "You're welcome."
Killian let him down, the both of them watching Henry go back to his spot he usually played at, his lion in hand.
"Well, looks like you saved the day, love," Killian teased lightly, brushing his lips against her temple.
Emma lightly swatted his shoulder, grinning. "I'm hardly any type of savior."
"I would disagree with that," he argued, squeezing her waist again before pulling away.
Playfully rolling her eyes, she went to finish her kit, sighing when she saw how much she had left to do.
"Need help?" Killian offered.
"No, it's okay," she replied with a shake of her head.
He sat down, resting his arms on the table. "Swan, just tell me what to do to help."
"Nothing," she told him. "It's okay, Killian. Just relax."
He quirked his brow, his gaze intent.
Knowing he would be insistent, she conceded. "Fine. Just fill the empty or mostly empty jars with whatever is labeled on them. If I don't have anything that's needed, just put it off to the side."
Smug, he grabbed onto the small jar for ginger to refill it.
Stretching languidly, Emma moved with Killian back out to the main room, having just put Henry to bed.
She couldn't help glance back at the medicinal plants in the jars she kept, going over and resting her hand on the jar containing the seed pod she normally used.
"Swan?" Killian asked.
Feeling his eyes on her back, she smiled, her stomach suddenly twisting with nerves.
She knew she was ready, what she wanted, but was afraid he wasn't, even if he had expressed his desires before.
She spoke as he neared her, knowing he would see the plant. "I haven't taken any yet, and I know I'm due for more."
Leaning into him as he came up beside her, she looked up at him. "I know we had talked about waiting, but Henry's two and a half, now. He's a little older, and, well, I don't really want to wait anymore."
Killian's smile was nearly blinding. "Are you sure, Emma? You want to have another baby?"
Emma nodded, a smile curling her lips. "Yeah, I am. I'm ready, and I want this. I want us to have another baby."
Reaching out, he drew her hand away from the jar into his own, pulling her in to kiss her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, enthusiastically kissing him back. She released a small, surprised shriek as he suddenly lifted her into his arms, laughing before she cupped his face to kiss him again.
Killian easily carried her to their room, carefully shutting the door and locking it behind them, all while keeping a hold on his wife.
Emma began pulling at his clothes the second she heard the lock click shut, expertly undoing his waistcoat as he walked them over to their bed.
Emma curled into her husband's body, both breathing heavily as Killian drew the blankets over them.
They were both sated and completely content, laying close together.
He rested his hand on her side, drawing his thumb lazily across her ribs.
"You know, I've actually been thinking about this for a while," she admitted quietly as she rested her hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow down back to its usual steady rythem.
"Of doing what we just did that we both enjoyed so much?" he asked cheekily.
She leaned up on her elbow to smack his chest lightly, catching his devilish grin.
"No, not that," she said.
She tried to keep her tone stern but couldn't help smiling at his laughter.
His grin remained as he looked back at her, continuing his ministrations over her ribs. "Of what them?"
"Of trying to have another baby," she told him. "Of giving Henry a little brother or sister."
She layed back down, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Believe me, I'm far from opposed to the idea," he said, his smile softening as he turned his head towards her to look at her.
She couldn't help smiling, suddenly, thinking of the deal they had made when they had decided to get married.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Just thinking," she said. "Remember when you proposed we get married? I thought we wouldn't have to worry about me having any children because of Henry, yet here we are wanting to have another baby."
He leaned down to rest his forehead to hers. "Aye, I remember that. I was ready to give you a divorce when we returned if it was what you desired."
"I don't plan on ever even wanting to get a divorce," she sighed, brushing her fingers through the dark hair on his chest.
His blue eyes were intent when he looked at her, running his hand from her ribs up to her shoulder and neck before finally resting on her jaw, running his thumb across her cheek. "Emma, I plan on always remaining by your side. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together."
"Good, cause you're stuck with me," she said smiling before she closed the short distance between them to kiss him.
Breaking away, she raised her hand to his cheek, tenderly stroking his scar.
"I, Emma Jones, promise to love you for all eternity," she whispered, repeating the vow she gave him when she married him.
Looking at her in awe, his blunted arm tightened at where he held her waist. "And I, Killian Jones, promise to love you for all eternity."
Emma pulled forward to kiss him again, pressing herself closer into him as Killian shifted so he was above her, never breaking their kiss as they gripped each other tighter.
Teaser: "Hey, you're not supposed to worry about me," she teased him lightly. "I'm supposed to be the one worrying about you, remember?"
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