"Ow, I got a papercut... kiss it?"
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She heard him hiss while wrapping the last gift for their little ones. It was the night before christmas and after tucking their two little pirates into bed, quilts up to their chins and snuggling with their favourite duckie, they got the presents out and began wrapping them.
And she should have expected it, really. Her husband was a dork after all.
But he was her dork.
She turned her head while trying to tape the wrapping paper together.
"What's wrong?"
Killian looked at his finger, which was literally just an inch away from his eyes and pouted.
"I cut myself," he whined and held his finger out to her.
She let out a breath and stifled her giggle, putting the last present under the tree. She knew they got to much for their little munchkins but come on, they deserved it even if they were little satan's at times.
"Oh, my poor baby," she hummed. She took his hand and inspected the cut.
It wasn't even bleeding but her husband had a flare for dramatics.
When she looked up, he was looking at her with his big, blue puppy eyes, literally begging her to help him.
"Kiss it better?"
She smiled gently at him and kissed the cut twice before kissing his lips. She took his hand and sat him on the couch, picking the present up from the ground.
"Let me help you. Maybe this job ist too hard for you," she teased.
"Swan, I have a hook for a hand, you can't fault me," he groaned, dragging her into his lap.
"So I shouldn't count the times you scratched your nose with your hook?"
"Swan!"
