Wow. This was just one of those weeks where you run around like a chicken with its head cut off and productively use every second of the day and somehow still have things left on the to-do list. And then you lose a day because you spend the whole time sick on the couch :( but on the bright side, it sparks an idea for another drabble! This is also partially inspired by the request for married life with Emma and Killian (sorry it took so long!). Enjoy!

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31. Marriage

Killian could get used to this. He had never thought he'd be one for settling down - for being tied down, as he used to call it. But he could get definitely used to this. In fact, although it had only been a few weeks, he already was used to it. Marriage meant no more insecurity, on either of their parts. Marriage meant no more secrets. Marriage meant she was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes, and the first thing he saw when he opened them in the morning.

Except this morning.

Killian pushed himself to sit up in bed, listening for sounds coming from anywhere in the apartment. Occasionally Emma would get up first and make breakfast, but it was still on the early side for a Saturday morning, and he heard no noise coming from the kitchen. He did notice, though, that the bathroom door was closed.

Emma had probably just rolled out of bed, and it was her movement that had caused him to wake up. He sank back into the pillows, knowing she would come back to bed in a minute or two.

But she didn't, not after a minute or two or five. If she was in the shower, he would have heard the rushing water. Emma usually didn't shut the door all the way if she was just brushing her teeth and washing up, which she had no reason to do this early on a Saturday anyway.

Concerned, Killian pushed off the blankets and headed to the bathroom door. "Emma?" he asked, knocking.

"Yeah," he heard her call back softly. It wasn't her usual voice; the reply was quiet and weak.

And moments later was followed by a rather unfortunate, unmistakable sound.

Killian's hand shot for the handle, and he hurriedly opened the door and entered the bathroom.

"Damn," Emma said from her seat on the floor in front of the toilet. Her face was a shade paler than normal. Strands of blond hair stuck to her forehead. "I thought I locked it."

Killian chuckled softly and moved to kneel next to her. He grabbed her brush and a hair tie from the counter, and gently gathered her hair and pulled it into a loose ponytail. "I'm glad you didn't."

Emma groaned. "I'd rather you not see me like this. I'd rather no one see me like this."

Killian sighed at his wife. "Moments of weakness don't count," he assured her. If there was one thing anyone could say for certain about Emma Swan, it was that she was neither weak nor vulnerable. "And besides, didn't I just say something a few weeks ago about for better or worse, sickness and health and the like?"

Even with her head partially in the toilet bowl, Killian could hear the ruefulness in her voice as she said, "Yeah, I just didn't think it would be this soon." She raised her head to look at him.

Killian rubbed circles on her back. "I told you once, Love, quite some time ago, that I was in this for the long haul. That still holds." He kissed her forehead. "So if you look at it that way, it really hasn't been so soon since I agreed to all this."

Finally, he saw her smile, and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

Marriage meant sitting on the bathroom floor with her and holding up her hair. Marriage meant getting her a glass of water and helping her get back into bed. Marriage meant running to the store for saltine crackers and heating up bowls of chicken broth.

Marriage meant being in it for the long haul.

Yes, Killian was sure he could get used to this.

Hope you all liked it, and as always, requests are awesome! No promises on getting them done in a timely fashion, but they will be done :D