An Ordinary Day, an Extraordinary Night

CS genre: post 6b deleted scene/canon divergence

Killian leaned back in his chair at the station, absently twirling a pen in his good hand, and glanced up at the clock.

4:49

He sighed. His shift ended at 5:00 this afternoon, at which point he could finally, finally return home to his waiting wife and teenage son. The problem was the hands on the clock seemed to be moving unnaturally slowly this afternoon.

Killian Jones was bored.

He smiled to himself, setting down the pen and stretching his arms over his head. What a concept that was! When was the last time he had the privilege of boredom? It had been one villain after another threatening his home of Storybrooke and all those he loved for as long as he resided in this fair town.

But then his beautiful, amazing wife defeated the Black Fairy and Gideon, and since then they'd had peace. A week from Thursday, they'd celebrate the eighteen month anniversary of that day—and simultaneously the eighteen month anniversary of Storybrooke becoming an ordinary, sleepy little town.

Oh he couldn't complain about his life now, not really. He was married to the most extraordinary woman ever to grace this realm or any other. They lived in a big, beautiful house, enjoyed part-time custody of her lad, a lad Killian loved as though he were his own flesh and blood. He had an extended family in the Charmings, Regina, and even, though it galled to say it, in the Crocodile. He had friends, a job he loved, and a ship he could take out on the sea whenever life on land felt too confining.

It was as close to a perfect life as Killian could ever find.

But the sleepy, law-abiding town did make work as a law enforcement officer a bit dull at times.

Killian glanced at the clock again.

4:52

He sighed again. Was it possible to die of boredom?

Killian's talking phone began to sing "My Girl". It was the song the lad had programmed to alert him when Emma called him. Killian smiled and brought the device to his ear.

"Eager to see me again, are you darling?" he drawled into the phone.

He heard a distinct sniff on the other side of the phone. "Killian?" Emma said, her voice small and shaky.

Killian sat up quickly, fear coursing through him at the sound of her voice. She'd been crying. "Emma, is something the matter? Are you and the lad alright?"

"No, it's nothing like that," Emma said quickly. She laughed, the sound small and wobbly. "We're fine, Killian, it's just…"

"Swan," Killian said gently. "You can tell me anything. You know that."

"I'm making a total mess of this," Emma said, sighing. "I just…I was hoping you could pick us up some dinner from Granny's on the way home.."

"Of course Swan," Killian said, brow furrowing, "but wasn't that why you left early this afternoon? You wanted to try that new recipe your mother gave you?"

There was another very distinct sniff, and Killian felt like a heel. He was on the point of apologizing when she spoke up again. "I burned it!" she said. "I just wanted to make a nice meal for you and Henry for once, and I burned it. I…well, I had to go to the bathroom suddenly, and when I came back, the stupid chicken was black as your leather jacket."

Relief coursed through him for a split second that nothing more substantial was amiss, but then the full extent of her comment hit him. "Swan, were you ill again?"

She was silent for a moment. "Yeah," she finally said. "Can't seem to shake this stomach bug, but I'm feeling better now."

"It's been a solid two weeks you've been suffering with this malady, Emma," Killian said. "Perhaps it's time you consult Whale for an examination."

"I'm fine, Killian," Emma said firmly, "it's just…look, we can talk about it later. If you get us dinner that's all I need. Just no grilled cheese or onion rings tonight. I don't think the stomach is up to dairy and grease."

Killian quickly ended the call, straightened his desk, and headed out toward Granny's establishment, where he procured a healthy portion of chicken noodle soup and a full container of blue jello (the blue variety had the most medicinal value, as far as he could tell).

Swan had been poorly for quite some time, but his selfless wife had refused to slow down. He was bound and determined that tomorrow while Dave manned the sheriff's station, he would pamper Emma and be sure she got the rest and care she needed.

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Emma settled onto the soft couch, tucking her feet up beneath her and leaning against her waiting husband. Killian immediately settled an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Alright there, Swan?"

"I told you, Killian," she said, "I'm fine."

And she was…mostly. Yeah she'd been having crazy mood swings, and nausea, and she got tired at the drop of a hat, but that was…well, that was to be expected. She'd been here before; she knew how it felt.

"So I thought we'd start the Star Wars movies tonight," Henry said, padding over to the entertainment center and rifling through the DVDs. "We'll start with number 4, of course."

"Obviously," Emma said. "Only way to watch them."

Killian gave her a quizzical look. "We're to start with the fourth installment of this motion picture franchise? Whatever for?"

"They were made first," Henry said, "and they're way better. Just…Killian try not to talk all the way through the movie this time. Your running commentary was really annoying during our Pirates of the Caribbean marathon last month."

"Provided these Star Wars don't involve terrible and buffoonish depictions of pirates," Killian said, "I vow to remain silent."

Henry settled into his chair, pushed play, and the epic music began as words scrolled across the screen into the vast star-spangled sky. This was nice, like really, really nice. It was just an average Tuesday evening at home with her guys. Emma had never in her life thought she'd have this—just normal pleasant domesticity.

It was pretty damn great.

Killian had arrived home a few hours ago, and together they'd set the table, called Henry to dinner, and insisted he put down the phone at least through dinner.

As they'd eaten, Henry had clearly been in a bad mood. After some prodding, Killian got to the bottom of it. The kid and Violet had had an argument after school that day.

"Talk to her lad," Killian had said as he reached for a second dinner roll. "Communication is the key in keeping peace within relationships."

Henry sighed. "I don't know, Killian," he said. "She was pretty mad, and I don't even know what I did."

"Your step-dad's right," Emma had said. "Talk to her. Get to the bottom of it, and then if you did anything to upset her, apologize. I'm sure the two of you can work it out."

Dinner finished pleasantly enough, and then Emma and Killian worked together to clear the table and clean up the kitchen while Henry went off to call Violet. When he returned to the living room, he had a wide smile on his face. Parental advice to the rescue!

As had become their custom, they finished out the night with one of the movies from the list of must sees Henry had given Killian.

Emma felt her eyes grow heavy as the movie went on. Killian was so warm and comfortable, and today had really worn her out. She could fall asleep right here and now, even if it was barely 8:00 in the evening.

"Lad, how is it this Han Solo can understand the large hairy fellow?" Killian asked. "He seems to communicate only in grunts and groans, but Solo always knows precisely what he's saying."

"He speaks Wookie," Henry said, "now be quiet! The trash compactor scene is coming up, and that's a really good part."

Emma chuckled to herself, and let her eyes close as Killian muttered under his breath "I've yet to get a straight answer out of the lad, and what in blazes is a Wookie?"

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Henry scampered up to his room after the final credits rolled, and Killian looked down at his wife with concern. She'd fallen asleep quite early. It wasn't like her; it wasn't like her at all. While he preferred the early mornings, Swan was what she liked to call a "night owl". To have her fall asleep before 8:30 was unheard of.

He couldn't help but worry that something was wrong. She continued to assure him that she was fine, but what if she wasn't? What if her unnatural fatigue was due to a devastating disease? He really must insist she visit Whale. He couldn't lose his wife; he couldn't.

Moving slowly and carefully so as to avoid waking her, Killian got to his feet, scooped Emma up, and carried her up to their bed chamber. Setting her gently on the bed, he gently removed her socks and shoes, changed into his own sleep attire, and crawled in next to her.

"What's happening?" Emma asked sleepily as he gathered her into his arms.

"Don't trouble yourself, love," Killian said, smoothing her hair from her face. "You fell asleep during the movie, and I brought you to bed."

Emma yawned. "So sleepy lately. Don't feel like I can ever get enough sleep."

"Emma," Killian said, concern lacing his voice. "I really must insist you visit the doctor. I'd feel much more at ease if Whale were to tell us there's nothing the matter with you."

The full moon shown onto their bed, and Killian could see the smile on Emma's face quite clearly. "I've already made an appointment for next week, and I thought you might want to come with me."

"Of course, love," Killian said quickly. "I would be honored to be beside you to support you as we get to the bottom of this strange malady you're afflicted with."

Emma's smile grew wider. "Well, to be honest, I don't need a diagnosis. I know exactly what this 'strange malady' is that's been affecting me for a few weeks."

"You…do?" he asked. "Emma, what's wrong?"

"Not a thing in the world is wrong," Emma said, rolling to her back, grabbing his hand, and placing it on her belly, "but there is something that is really really right. Killian, you're going to be a daddy."

The realization hit him all at once. A daddy? "Swan, are you saying what I think you are? You're with child?"

She laughed joyously. "That I am."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I took a test this morning, and then just to make sure it was accurate I took like three more, and I'm definitely 'with child'. You happy?"

Killian swooped on her, kissing her breathless before raising her shirt and kissing her belly just above her belly button. "Happy doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm ecstatic. Swan, you're brilliant, amazing!"

She laughed again and then kissed him back. "Well you did have something to do with it."

"That I did," he said on a chuckle. "I was right all those years ago. You truly do have a little pirate in you now."

She playfully shoved his shoulder. "That was terrible. You're going to be amazing at the dad jokes, Killian."

He hadn't a clue what she meant by the term 'dad jokes', but it didn't matter. Not a thing in the world could mar his joy tonight. It might have been just another ordinary day in Storybrooke, but for Killian, it has suddenly become one of the most extraordinary nights he'd ever had.

Notes:

-Happy Friday, and Happy Captain Swan day! It's so sad to think this is the last episode for Jennifer Morrison, but I am soooooo looking forward to watching it! I planned to write this story long before the spoiler photos and the second sneak peek came out, but after they did…it just felt too perfect not to write! Bring on the Captain Swan babies!

-Up next: I'm probably going to use my entry for the Captain Swan Storybook as next week's Fluffy Friday update. It's a series of deleted scenes from 5x7, Nimue.