No More Pirates (Book Two)

Chapter 8 - Family

Storybrooke...

"Hey Killian! What took you so long?" Henry exclaims.

"Sorry my boy. Had a run-in with some pirates."

The two start to walk back to Emma's apartment. Henry looks concerned. "Elizabeth's crew? Are you okay?"

"You could say that. And yes, thank you, I'm fine. They're no match for Captain Hook." Killian shakes his hook in the air, making Henry laugh.

"Thanks for picking me up, Killian."

Afraid to say the wrong thing, Killian speaks timidly. "You know, Henry, 'Killian' is a bit formal..."

"Formal? How?" Henry raises an eyebrow, clearly not getting the message.

"Well, uh, your mother and I are married now... So..."

Henry's eyes widen. He stares blankly straight ahead. "Oh," He thinks for a moment. "I... I don't know..."

Killian stops and steps in front of Henry who is almost tall enough to look straight into his eyes. "Look, I know you may never see me as a father, but I can be the best friend you ever had."

Henry smiles gratefully. "Thanks Killian."

He smiles back, and the two continue to walk.

The next morning...

Emma moves through the kitchen, gathering ingredients for some hot cocoa. Killian emerges from the bedroom in his underwear. He rubs his eyes to see his wife. She wears a white silk robe over her black bra and panties. Killian stares hungrily at her. Without her noticing, he walks behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Good morning, love." He whispers into her hair.

Emma almost drops the glass in her hands. "Good morning," she grins.

Killian pushes her blonde locks away from her neck before he starts planting kisses behind her ear. He feels the goosebumps raise on her skin. He pulls her robe from her shoulder to kiss her collarbone.

"Killian," she sighs, "Not now..." despite her protests, her eyes roll into her skull and her head falls back against Killian's shoulder.

"Come on, love. Henry is still sleeping... And you need a break. Wait a while and we'll go to town and have breakfast."

She smiles as he continues to kiss her. I must've died and went to heaven. She thinks to herself with a laugh. "Fine,"

"It's about bloody time,"

Killian smiles his signature seductive grin before pulling Emma by her arm back into their bedroom and shutting the door with a loud click.

Aboard the Jolly Roger...

Elizabeth reaches through the sheets for the man beside her. She feels nothing but cold silk.

Right. Last night hadn't gone well.

Wait, what happened? And why does her head hurt so bad?

Must be the rum.

She's still fully dressed in her bed -- boots and all. "Bloody hell," she groans.

As she slowly drags herself from the bed, there's a loud banging at the door.

"Will whoever that is stop the noise!?"

"Sorry Captain! But the sheriff and her husband are here to see you!" Smithy yells through the door.

Elizabeth groans to herself. In her small mirror on the desk, she smooths down her frizzy hair, runs a finger over her front teeth, and adjusts her crooked corset. She pulls her shoulders back and pushes her chest out before walking out the door.