Later that Evening
After seeing to it that Liam had a room for the night, setting both Princess Emma and Killian up in the infirmary, and putting baby Neal to bed, Snow and David retired to their room for the evening.
"Snow, what the hell happened today?" David asked his wife.
"I wish I knew David, I wish I knew," Snow responded warily. David looked over at his wife and sighed. She returned the sentiment.
"Ya know," Snow started mischievously. "We never did get to those more enjoyable activities." David raises his eyebrows at this statement.
"Makes me wish I hadn't turned you down yesterday," he says a little breathlessly. Snow rolls over on top of her husband, straddling him.
"Speaking of which, why did you turn me down?" Snow asks curiously. "What am I not, satisfying you?" she asks with a smirk, punctuating each syllable with a roll of her hips. David bites his lips and looks up at his wife.
"Darling, I just wanted to make today a very special day," he says, barely containing his groans.
"Well my amazing husband, special it will be," Snow chuckles. And with that, the couple sheds their clothing, and he enters her. Snow and David come together in more ways than one that evening, before collapsing on their bed, his arms wrapped around her body, their hearts beating in sync, more in love than ever.
In the Infirmary
It was after midnight when Killian awoke, plagued by gruesome nightmares of his almost death. Gasping for breath, he tried to calm himself down, but the unfamiliar surroundings only worsened the panic. Tears rolling down his cheeks, he looked around for Liam, for anyone, but his eyes only found the blonde girl. She was awake too, and she was staring at him, her green eyes piercing through the darkness. The girl rolled out of bed, placing her feet lightly on the floor. Slowly she walked over to him, taking his hand in hers.
"No one is going to hurt you here," she whispered.
"Who are you?" Killian whispered back, his breathing slowing down slightly.
"I'm Emma," the green eyed girl responded. Killian's breathing slowed down to almost normal as Emma climbed into bed right beside him, her hand never leaving his.
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Liam snuck into the infirmary in the early morning hours, worried about his brother, and maybe even the little girl who saved his brother's life, though he wouldn't admit to it. He was greeted with the sight of his brother and the princess sharing Killian's bed, holding hands, her head resting on his shoulder, both fast asleep, oblivious to the world around him. Liam smirked.
"My brother, ever the womanizer," Liam sighed. He climbed into the princess' empty bed, wanting to be there when they awoke in the morning.
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Snow awoke to the sun shining into the dark room. She pulled on a nightgown and threw open the curtains, only to find the sun high in the sky. She gasped.
"David, David wake up, we overslept!" she jumped on the bed and started shaking her husband. She put her face close to his. "Oh Daaaaaavvviiiiiiddd…" As sudden as an alligator attack, David grabbed his wife, pulling her down on top of him, laughing gleefully.
"Muahaha the Queen is mine!" David shouted.
"David stop!" Snow giggled. "We have to get up. The ball for Neal's birthday is tomorrow and I believe we have some things to deal with today. Namely the Jones brothers."
"Agh you're right," David groaned, releasing the Queen reluctantly. The couple dressed, grabbed their young son, and headed down to the infirmary.
"Why does the surname Jones sound familiar?" Snow asked her husband on the long walk, rocking her son against her chest.
"Jones is a very common surname Snow," David responded nonchalantly.
"Yes I know, but Liam and Killian aren't common first names," Snow shot back. "Didn't, what was his name, Collin! Didn't Prince Collin have kids?"
"The long lost Prince Collin? Prince Collin of the Martime Kingdom? He had kids, but they were lost with him when his ship went down," David replied skeptically. "But that was three years before Emma was born, you don't think they survived for seven years on their own, on a pirate ship do you? The younger one would've just been a baby!" David and Snow White reached the door to the infirmary, and peaked in.
Liam was awake, sitting on Emma's abandoned bed, staring out the window in awe at the gardens below him. Their daughter had her tiny arm draped over the battered torso of the younger boy, and was still holding his hand. Her head was resting on Killian's shoulder, and they were both fast asleep. Snow chuckled and David couldn't help the ghost of the smile that danced across his face. Liam's head whipped towards the noise. He smiled as well.
"That's how I found them when I came in earlier," he said with a laugh. "I think Killian may have had a panic attack, and your daughter helped him out a little bit. He's had them for as long as I can remember." Snow stepped forward towards the boy, leaving David alone in the doorway.
"Liam," she started to say. "What happened to you two? How did you end up in the alleyway?" Liam sighed, and it was a sigh full of emotion, a gut wrenching sound.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before you asked, I just didn't think it would be so soon." Liam muttered. David steps forward now.
"If it's too soon to talk about—"David starts to say, but Liam cuts him off.
"No, no, it's okay, I have to tell you anyway, there's no time like the present," Liam sighs again. "I must've been seven years old. Killian had just been born, he might've been three, four weeks in the world, maybe more. We were on a voyage with our father; I don't know where our mother was. We had been sailing for a few days, when we came under attack by pirates," Liam tries to hold back tears, but the memories of the painful experience are too much for him. A single tear spills down his cheek, but he continues with the story. "I don't remember much, I was just a lad, but I do remember this. Our father abandoned us, and the pirates pulled us out of the ocean. The coward abandoned his two sons! They pulled us out of the ocean, and the captain took me on as a cabin boy. I hid Killian the best I could, gave him half of my portions every meal, I took care of him the best I could. I did! I was a child!" the tears fell freely down his face now. "But the captain found out anyway. And he nearly killed me, probably would've if Killian had been old enough to be his cabin boy. I became, the crew's slave, little more than that, and Killian, well Killian, became the crew's punching bag." At this point, Liam's body is racked with sobs. Snow's crying, and David is fighting back tears.
"Oh Liam, your father didn't abandon you," Snow says, trying to dry her eyes. "He died, the pirates killed him."
"How—How do you know?" Liam stutters.
"Liam, your father was Prince Collin of the Martime Kingdom. You and your brother, you are royalty," David says. "You—you have his eyes." Liam looks at the royal couple, his eyes, the eyes that he shares with his brother, and his father, burning with anger.
"I know who he was," Liam growls. Snow gasps, but David doesn't look surprised. "He was a coward," Liam continues. "He jumped ship once he caught sight of the red flag. The pirates didn't kill him, he drowned."
"Does Killian know?" David asked.
"No," Liam snaps. "And he can never know. He can't live with it. He can't live with knowing that his father didn't want him. Let him think that his father was a man who came from nothing, and died an honorable death trying to protect his family. God knows he needs to think something good of his family." On the other side of the room, Killian groans, and Emma stirs. She carefully sits up, avoiding moving the bed too much, trying not to hurt Killian, who wakes up anyway.
"Your majesties, I would like to formally introduce you to my brother, Killian Jones," Liam says.
"Your majesties?" Killian questions. He looks over at the girl next to him. "You're a princess?" she nods her head, and he laughs dryly. Liam joins him in his laughter.
"I know brother, what a turn of events." Liam chuckles. He walks over and ruffles his brother's hair. "We made it, we are going to be okay." Liam whispers.