Nightmares ~ a Captain Swan fic

Chapter Seven ~Emma~

    After my usual sleepless night with my usual horrible nightmare, I wake up at around six, unfortunately go back to sleep, then actually wake up at around eight. I groggily wake up and get dressed, brush my teeth and hair, then head into the kitchen to fix my breakfast. I have a heart attack when I see Killian laying on the couch, but then I remember that he's homeless and staying here for a while until he can get his own place. As I fix my hot chocolate, I wonder, when will I move out?
    I can't live with my parents forever. I mean, I could, but I'm pretty sure they want me to move out so they can live together with Neal. Not that they don't want me here, but I'm an adult. I need to be responsible and live in my own house. Something nice with enough bedrooms for me and Killian, something not too big but not too small for Henry, a guest room or two, and-hold on. Did I seriously just think they Killian would move in with me? Not that I don't want him to. An uneasy feeling starts to form in my stomach. I realize that I really want Killian to move in with me, but two things are holding me back:

    One: What if I have a nightmare that's so bad I wake up at two AM screaming? What would he do? I doubt he'd get mad, but I don't want to do that to anyone. No one wants to be woken up by screaming at two AM.
    Two: What if he doesn't want to move in with me? Maybe he's not ready to live with a significant other. Although, he has before-he's told me about Milah-but this is different. Way different.

    My thoughts are interrupted by the oven beeping and rustling from the couch. As I pour my hot chocolate into the mug I have set out, I hear Killian yawning and waking up. David lent him some old PJs to sleep in, so when I turn around I'm greeted by Killian wearing a light blue adult-sized onesie with airplanes on it. I hold back a laugh.
    "I'm having a hard time believing my dad actually owned something like that. Though I'm not surprised he gave it to you." I say as Killian greets me with a hug from behind. He laughs at my comment.
    "As am I, although these are quite comfy. I could wear these all day!" Killian says with a smile. "Also, could you pour me a mug too? I've grown quite fond of that hot chocolate you like, Swan." I pour a second mug for him.
    "Whipped cream?" I ask, turning to look at him.
    "You mean that white fluffy stuff that tastes like heaven?"
    "Yes." I say with a smile.
    "Then aye."
    "Alright. Cinnamon?"
    "Of course, love."
    "Okay then, here you are, sir," I say as I hand Killian his mug; he's sitting back on the couch now. I move the coasters closer to the edge so we can rest our mugs on them.
    "How did you sleep last night, love?" Killian asks me as we plop down on the couch together and he puts his arm around me. I hold his hand and stare into the distance.
    "The usual," I reply. "Not really well."
    "Why is that love?" Killian asks, turning to look at me after taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
    "I just...I haven't been sleeping really well. Nightmare have been keeping me up." Killian's eyebrows narrow in apparent confusion, and what he says next surprises me.
    "I have nightmares too."