5 years later:
Emma awoke early one morning to find her husband's side of the bed to be empty. It was still dark out. She climbed out of bed, wincing. She was still sore. She had arrived home from the hospital two days before with a newborn Ruth, named for her paternal grandmother whom she had never known.
She roamed the house in search of him, opening the door to the bedroom across the hall. Henry was in his room, still sound asleep. She smiled at the sight of her oldest son, grateful to him for bringing her into this life. She padded her way down the hall and opened another door. Her second son, three year old Liam, named for Killian's brother, was also out cold in his bed. She could only assume that Killian was in the nursery with Ruth, probably standing over her crib to admire her again.
She looked into the nursery and her suspicions were confirmed. Killian was in the rocking chair with his daughter asleep on his chest while he petted her head. He seemed to sense that Emma was in the room and looked at her. Concern came over his face.
"What is it, love? A nightmare?" he asked.
Emma shook her head. "They stopped long ago, Killian."
It was true. Sometime after they had wed, they stopped.
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Nightmares
RomanceEmma cannot help the nightmares. Ever since she had been brought into this life of fairy tale characters and constant danger she has feared for those she loves. Killian seems to always be there to pick up the pieces when she falls apart.
