Emma stirs a little as she repositions herself in her sleep. She stretches her shoulders out, rolls her head with a little moan, and flips herself onto her side.

But as she does this, she hears mumbling from downstairs. She opens one eye, wondering if her ears are playing tricks on her. Its then that she noticed the empty space next to her, on Killian's side of the bed.

Sounds of her son and the pirate chuckling together, ripples up the stairs. Emma cant help but smile to herself, as she snuggles back under her duvet.

Down in the kitchen, flour covers the sideboards. The pirates leathers have also been turned white, as well as the boy's nose. There is milk splashed over the top of the cooker, and egg shells sprawled across the counter.

Killian and Henry are peering into a frying pan.

"is it supposed to look like that?" Hook asks, the look of disgust spread all over his face.

"I think so…" Henry responds

"is that a question or a statement?"

Hook looks at Henry dissatisfied, before the pair of them are chuckling once more.

Killian pokes at the frying pan a little more, in which lies a watery, deformed… pancake?

The pirate admits defeat, but the boy beats him to it.

"I hate to say it, Hook, but I think this is as good as its going to get."

"Cover it with syrup, and she'll never notice."

Hook slips the frankly lousy attempt at a pancake onto a plate, before Henry pours excess amounts of syrup over the top. Hook adds a glass of juice from the fridge and ushers Henry up the stairs.

Peering his head around the door, Henry spots his mum now fast asleep again, buried somewhere beneath her mountain of bedding.

"mum?" he mutters, as he begins to make his way into the room. "Good morning, mum." He gets closer to the bed, but she still doesn't awaken. Henry sets the food down on the bedside table and gently nudges Emma. "Morning!"

Now she stirs. She winces a little as she starts to open her eyes, adjusting them to the daylight. She stretches out her arms with a groan and pushes herself up against the headboard. Now she is sat upright, she pats Henry on the arm, who has now perched himself on the edge of the bed.

"morning, kid."

"Hook and I made you breakfast," he grins. He retrieves the food from the table and places it onto her lap.

"oh…," Emma responds, spotting the boys' attempt at cooking. "wow. Er, Thankyou."

"okay, so don't freak out-" Henry reassures her, "but we got flour, kind of… well, everywhere."

"don't worry," comes the calming voice of Hook, as he enters the room, "its all sorted." He taps Henry on the shoulder, for reassurance, before he settles himself on his side of the bed.

"Good morning, Swan," he smiles, the happiness beaming in his eyes.

Emma laughs a little to herself, as she wipes a bit of flour away from his hairline.

"Good morning, Killian," she smirks, before they share a loving kiss.

"I gotta go and get ready," Henry announces. "Belle said I could spend some time with her at the library this morning."

"alright, just don't forget to take your phone with you this time," Emma has already switched into mother-mode, as she watches him get up off the bed.

Hook smiles, as Henry begins to walk away, before he turns and asks Emma with a grin, "How's the pancakes, love?"

They laugh with one another, as Henry looks on, from the doorway.

"Hook?" he interrupts. "I never said thankyou, did i?"

"for teaching you to cook?" Emma sniggered. "I'd wait off on that one, kid."

"no!" Henry chuckles briefly. "Just… for everything."

Emma grins, pride beaming from ear to ear. Hook puts his arm around her, and simply sends an approving nod in Henry's direction. He kisses her on the forehead and pulls her in a little closer for an embrace.

"I love you, Swan."

"I love you too, Killian," she states, as she snuggles into her pirate.