The next morning, Emma rolled over on her back and stretched as she yawned. A contented smile made its way on her face as she thought about the night she and Killian spent in each other's arms.
They always had passion and fire in spades, and the love that they shared made each time so much more special.
Her smile turned into a grin as she decided to wake Killian with a kiss. And so, she turned to face him when she then realized his side of the bed was empty.
She was confused only for a moment before she heard him singing Bryan Adams' "Heaven" from the kitchen.
The smell of pancakes then wafted into the bedroom, and Emma furrowed her eyebrows. Her husband was amazing at a lot of things - cooking wasn't one of them.
And so, she untangled herself from the sheet and comforter before searching through the clothes scattered on the floor. She grabbed Killian's shirt and boxers and slipped them on.
When she had padded into the kitchen, she couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly at the sight.
There were two omelettes sitting a plate, both filled with sausage, bacon, ham, and cheese. Killian added potatoes and peppers to his. He was currently sliding the last of the pancakes onto another plate.
He shut off the stove before grabbing the two plates. He then turned around to begin heading toward the bedroom.
He paused when he saw Emma leaning against the refrigerator. She was looking at him with an awestruck expression.
"You cooked? Like actually cooked? How?" she questioned with a tone of wonderment.
Killian placed the plates back on the counter before he began scratching behind his ear. He closed the distance between them before wrapping his arms around her.
He ran his fingers through her tangled hair before he explained, "Well, Swan, I just wanted to do something special for you for our anniversary. I thought you'd rather enjoy having your favorite breakfast in bed, so I had Anna Elizabeth help me learn how to make both omelettes and pancakes over the past week. But then I didn't know if you'd prefer sweet or savory, so I just made both."
Emma had looked down during his story so he couldn't see the tear that slipped down her cheek. However, he soon placed his finger on her chin and lifted her head up.
His voice grew worrisome as he asked, "What's wrong, Emma?"
She only shook her head before she assured him, "It's nothing. It's just that, well, I'm so incredibly happy that you want to do that for me - it's so sweet. I shouldn't be surprised, but it just reminds me of why I fell for you all those years ago."
Killian only smiled at her before he kissed her sweetly. She happily returned it as she ran her fingers through his dark locks.
When they pulled away, she rested her head against his chest, snuggling against his gray t-shirt. He tightly wrapped his arms around her.
A couple minutes later, he commented, "Our food is going to get cold, love. I think we'd better get going." He then suggested, "How about a picnic? The back patio is rather lovely."
Emma nodded before she commented, "I feel too lazy to actually get dressed," making Killian chuckle. She chuckled as well before she told him, "But I think I'll put on my sweatpants so my legs don't freeze to death. I'll meet you outside."
"It isn't quite that chilly, darling, but I should hate for you to be cold," Killian responded, his voice slightly teasing. He kissed her head before he grabbed their breakfast and headed outside.
A few minutes later, Emma joined Killian on the patio, with two glasses of orange juice in her hands.
She sat down and teased, "You forgot this," sitting the glasses in front of him to make her point.
He couldn't help but grin as he pointed out, "It was all part of the plan, Swan. I was going to go back and prepare our drinks after I surprised you. But then you distracted me, standing in the kitchen looking rather wonderful."
Emma only giggled before she told him, "Well, it seems that my purpose is distracting you. I think I'm an expert at it."
"Indeed you are, my love," he agreed before leaning over the table to kiss her cheek. She couldn't help but smile brightly before digging into her food.
She took a bite of the pancakes, as well as the omelettes, before she complimented, "This an amazing breakfast, Killian. You outdid yourself."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, love. I dare say that our daughter was probably rather afraid that I'd ruin something in her and Calin's kitchen - but she was patient with me. And I figured it out."
Emma smiled before she hummed in response. She took another couple bites of the omelette before she told him, "Well, it was worth it. This is really delicious."
Killian smiled brightly at her before he started in on his food. Emma then adjusted her position to pull her knees up to her chest.
It was then that the dark-haired man noticed a tear in the fabric of his wife's sweatpants. He motioned to it before he commented, "I forgot those were ripped - I thought you had gotten Mary Margaret or Belle to sew it up."
"I just completely forgot about it until like three weeks later. And then I realized it didn't really bother me," Emma explained.
Killian chuckled at that before he spoke, "You know, Swan, I'm still rather confused about how you even managed to tear the sweatpants."
The blonde couldn't help but roll her eyes before she pointed out, "You know that I loved the idea of us all playing baseball after our family picnic, but having Liam play wasn't exactly fair. I fell while sliding into home so he wouldn't get me out - my sweatpants caught on a fallen tree branch."
"Ah, yes. I think I was more worried about you falling than any else, love," Killian spoke, reaching over to run his fingers over hers. He grinned as he said, "Mary Margaret was rather worried as well while Regina thought we were both overreacting."
Emma laughed at that before she said, "Coming from the woman who freaks out anytime Roland or Rilynn say anything about Luke having the slightest cold or the tiniest of scratches."
"Well, darling, she's always had a soft spot when it comes to children. She may be overwhelming sassy and rather tough as nails, but she's always been rather motherly to any child in our family," Killian pointed out.
The blonde only smiled fondly at his words. She then teased, "You two finally reach the point where you can do more than just tolerate each other?"
He rolled his eyes in response. He then genuinely spoke, "I'd wager we crossed that bridge a while ago, Swan. We've been family for quite some time, now - we had to learn to get along at some point."
Emma couldn't quite help feeling of pure adoration that came over for her husband. She reached over to caress his cheek as she told him, "Thank you, Killian."
A puzzled look erupted in his blue eyes as he asked, "For what?"
"For always being there for me, no matter what. And for always putting me first. I wasn't sure I'd ever get to a place where I'd be ready to pledge my life to someone - again - but you with your thoughtfulness, genuine heart, and loyalty made me believe I could be ready. And I wanted to be - with you. I just love you so much," she told him, her mouth forming into a bright smile and her eyes filling with tears.
Killian took her hand from his face and kissed the top of it. He then told her, "I never thought I'd fall in love again, either, but you are simply amazing, Emma - you have one of the most generous hearts of anyone I know, despite how you grew up. There are a million other things I could say, and it all boils down to you being absolutely stunning in more ways than one. I love you so much, Emma," a bright smile of his own gracing his features.
He then leaned over the table, and she raised on her toes to meet him halfway for a kiss that was both passionate and tender. They both wound their hands in each other's hair to deepen the kiss; they stopped when they were both breathless.
Killian ran his fingers through Emma's blond locks and smiled at her once more. She smiled back before kissing his forehead.
Both of them then sank back in their chairs; Emma, however didn't quite make it. She lost her footing and tumbled out of the chair.
Killian rushed to her aid to help her up from the wooden patio floor. "Are you alright, love?" he asked as he helped her to a sitting position.
Emma rubbed her elbows as she told him, "Yeah, I'll be okay." She then giggled before she spoke, "I think that's just more proof that you just distract me. I fall all over myself - quite literally."
He laughed at that before he ran his hand up and down her back. He then conceded, "Well, you're quite a distraction for me, too. It's a good thing you were sleeping when I was doing laundry and making breakfast."
The blonde only grinned at that before she said, "I see your point about breakfast - especially since you're the one cooking - but there isn't a whole lot you can do to mess up laundry."
She then tilted her head and asked, "What did you even wash? Our little hamper was still full, and you know, our clothes from last night are on the floor."
"That is true, darling, but I decided to wash your dress. I know it's your favorite, and I knew I had to be rather gentle with it. Hence why I'm glad you were sleeping," Killian explained, his mouth curled into a smile.
Emma smiled back in response before running her fingers through his hair. She then spoke, "I'm pretty much starving - you think we can finish breakfast?"
"As you wish," he told her before getting to his feet. He then offered a hand to her, and he helped her up.
When they had sat down, a thought then crossed her mind. She asked him, "You didn't feel any holes back there did you?" motioning to the navy blue dress shirt. An apprehension penetrated her tone.
"If you're asking if my shirt faced the same fate as your sweatpants, the answer is no, my darling," Killian responded with a grin. A seriousness then overtook his features, and he asked her, "Why were you so worried?"
Emma only shrugged at first. She drug her fork around her plate before she told him, "I just know it's one of your favorite shirts, and I didn't want to ruin it."
Killian tilted his head for a moment as he considered her words. He then perceived, "And because you'd be crushed if anything happened to your pink dress."
The blonde nodded before she took a deep breath and told him, "All the dresses I have are ones I got when I graduated high school. Much to my annoyance, all the girls were required to wear dresses underneath our gowns. Well, I didn't have any dresses, so Mom took me shopping - it was just us," pausing as a fond smile came about.
Killian couldn't help but smile as well before he commented, "If you don't mind me saying so, I'm rather surprised you're smiling at a memory of shopping."
Emma couldn't help but giggle before she spoke, "Honestly, I am, too. But Mom and I had such a great time just hanging out, and I could see she was also emotional about me graduating. I eventually got her to admit it, and it was the first time I had ever gotten emotional at the thought of leaving somewhere."
"Ah, yes, your plans to become a cop in a big city," Killian added.
The blonde nodded before she continued, "Mom then decided that every girl - even ones like me - needs some nice dresses in her closet. And so, we ended up with the navy blue dress for graduation, as well as two other dresses. David and Mary Margaret decided to chip in for the bright red one and the cream looking one for a graduation present. It's strange to think that I could be so moved by dresses," chuckling at the last part.
Killian chuckled as well before he conceded, "I can see why the dresses mean so much to you." He paused over his words before he observed, "But it doesn't quite explain why you like the pink one so much."
She tilted her head as asked him, "You haven't heard this story before?"
He shook his head before he told her, "Not that I recall. But we have been married for 20 years, and we've been best friends for longer than that."
Emma shook her head at him despite the truth in his words. She then explained, "Well, I think I've told you that I was the one who picked out the pink dress."
"Much to my surprise in knowing my lovely Sheriff Swan," Killian interjected with a grin.
The blonde rolled her eyes before she defended, "I just really liked it," before she shrugged. She paused before she continued, "I thought that the pink dress would be great for a date dress. It helped me feel, I don't know, feminine - I guess it brought out the romantic in me. I wore it a lot when I was dating Neal."
Killian reached over to squeeze her hand as he surmised, "I suspect that changed after you two broke it off."
She simply nodded before a smile broke out across her face. She then told him, "But then I moved back home, and I started falling for you, even if I didn't know it. When I was getting ready for our date, I pulled out all the dresses I owned before calling Mary Margaret," pausing once more to chuckle.
Killian only smiled and shook his head before Emma finished, "Anyways, with Mary Margaret's help, I narrowed it down to the cream-colored dress and the pink one. All I thought about was how loved you made me feel, and I knew I needed a dress to compliment that feeling," smiling widely.
She received a bright smile in response, as well as a kiss on the forehead. Killian then ran his fingers through her hair as he told her, "Well, darling, love is a very good look on you."
Emma smiled at that as she responded, "That makes two of us." He smiled back in response before she suggested, "Dance with me."
Killian tilted his head as he observed, "I'm rather surprised that you don't want to finish eating, Swan," a grin spreading across his features.
She shook her head before she told him, "We can always heat it back up," grinning back.
In response, Killian stood up and offered his hand to her. She smiled as she took it, and he then wrapped his free arm around her waist.
"Fancy a waltz?" he then asked with a smile. She bit her lip to keep from laughing before she nodded.
She then cautioned, "Just don't spin me out, alright." He couldn't help but chuckle as he rested his forehead against hers.
He then lifted his head in order to look at her. He kissed her head before he began humming, and the two of them began dancing around the patio.
Emma smiled as Killian pulled her closer to him and began softly singing, "Baby, you're all that I want, when you're lyin' here in my arms. I'm findin' hard to believe we're in heaven. And love is all that I need, and I found it there in your heart. It isn't too hard we're in heaven."
She soon began humming along with him, smiling as she did so. There was nothing she loved more than the feeling of being in her husband's arms. She snuggled closer to his chest, and he moved to wrap both arms around her. He paused singing only for a moment to kiss her cheek.
As the two of them continued to dance, both of their minds wandered to their wedding day, sharing their first dances as husband and wife. They may not have known where the next 20 years would take them, but they knew they'd always find happiness in each other's arms.
A/N: And so, "Just the Two of Us" has come to an end. I really enjoyed writing this sweet story just about Emma & Killian, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it :)
I also thought I'd give y'all an update about what's coming up next. I'll be returning to Captain Swan One-Shots for the next installment of "Second Chance" before moving back to "The Clash." Until next time, my lovelies!