When Emma came home from work, she wasn't expecting what awaited her at home. She had expected the smell of pumpkin to fill the kitchen. It was October after all, and Henry was excited to carve up his pumpkin for the front porch. She had expected a mess of pumpkin guts on the table, given that her boyfriend was a child as well, messes were always expected when Killian watched Henry.
What she didn't expect to find was her kitchen resembling a battle field against a gourd. Pumpkin guts littered her entire kitchen, hanging from the cabinet and drawer handles, even from the ceiling and lights. Seeds stuck to every surface; from her oven to the study desk across the room. Several dropped to the floor as Emma stood in the kitchen entryway.
Standing at the island, in the middle, and no doubt source of the mayhem, stood her two boys. Each one shared the look of surprise and accommodating pumpkin guts draped over their entire body. Henry was busy trying to pull the orange strings out of his hair, but there seemed to be no end of them. Killian stood wiping the innards from his facial hair, failing miserably. The remain of Henry's pumpkin still sat on the island counter in front of them. The smoking pumpkin remains told Emma all that she needed to know; the pumpkin exploded.