Between darkness and the Underworld, Emma has been waiting to get a good nights rest. She hasn’t been able to do so in weeks. Now that they’re back from New York City, she has every intention of sleeping in for as long as she can. She even took a day off of work to lounge around the house. David, thankfully, volunteered to work for her.
Killain stirs beside Emma. Much like her, he’s also had a hard few weeks. They both deserve more than anything a quiet moment. Emma picks her head off pillow, glacing over at him still asleep. His hook is on the bedside table. It’s a different look for him without his hook attached. She puts her head back on the pillow, watching as he sleeps. Snuggling closer to him, she tucks her head against his chest. His breathing is slow as a smile appears on his lips.
Emma smiles against his chest. “Hi.” This is the first time they’re awaking in one another’s arms in their own house. It’s a feeling that makes Emma’s stomach flutter. They’re finally taking the next step in their relationship. The step they were supposed to make before Emma had no choice but to turn them both into the Dark Ones. She was supposed to ban darkness forever and then start their future. But it didn’t go as plan.
“I’m going to make some coffee,” Emma starts to get up, but Killian tugs her back down onto the bed. He kisses her deeply, almost making her forget about anything else.
“Or we could stay here all day,” he suggests.
As much as Emma would love that, she desperately needs some coffee. Not even the ten plus hours of sleep they got is enough to make her awake. Coffee is the only guarantee that will make her not pass out. She manages to get out of bed a couple of minutes later. Grabbing her robe, she ties it tightly and makes her way to their kitchen. The last time she used the kitchen was when she was the Dark One. Everything is still where she left it. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she finds the coffee pot in one of the cabinets. Then she goes in search for some coffee beans and creamer. Once she finds all of it, she inhales the distinct smell of French Roast coffee. Getting two mugs out, she fills them halfway and adds creamer. Just as she goes to bring them upstairs, Killian comes down. His hair is still tousled, making him even more attractive. He wears pajama pants without a shirt, but his hook is back on his hand.
“I was just about to come upstairs,” she hands him his mug.
He takes it from her, setting it on the table. He reaches into his pajama bottoms for his flask. Emma resists the urge to roll her eyes. Only he would make his coffee Irish at ten in the morning. He offers her some, but she declines. Creamer is just as good as his rum. Plus, she’s never been much of a morning drinker.
“It’s ten in the morning, Killian.” She says sternly as she sips her coffee.
He sits down across from her at the table, winking. “Aye, love, but I need it after…everything.”
“Do you uh-” she takes another sip of her coffee. “Want to talk about it?’
His eyes divert away from her, staring intently at the table. “I’d rather not, love.”
She nods her head, understanding. Her mom and dad have continuously asked her if she ever wanted to talk about her days as the Dark One. It’s a time in her life she would love to bury deep and never see or talk about again. It wouldn’t be fair for her to force Killian to talk about his experiences either. If he wants to, he can.
“It’s okay.” The room ensues with silence, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence, it’s one she could get used to. “Do you remember that day in Camelot when you took me on the horse?”
Killian raises his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Swan.”
She rolls her eyes. “Killian…I was talking about those flowers. I want to plant some in the garden. Do you remember what they were?”
“No, but I remember-” the sound of the doorbell cuts him off. Just as well because Emma knows he was about to say something suggestive. You can never take the pirate out of a man.
Emma places her hand on his shoulder, letting him know she’ll get the door. “Put a shirt on, Killian.”
He pushes himself out from the chair. “Why, love? You can’t handle it? Afraid you might-”
She gives him a pointed look, shooing him away so she can open the door. She peeks through the peephole of the door, surprised to see Regina on the other side of it. Henry nowhere to be seen. She isn’t the first person she wanted to see this morning.
“Regina.” Emma greets her, gesturing her to come in.
Killian bounds back down the stairs. “Here I thought it was someone important at the door.”
“Nice to see you have that dazzling personality back,” Regina snaps at Killian. “Remember that hook can easily be replaced.”
“Enough you two,” Emma puts her hands up. “Sometimes you guys act like Henry and his friends. What brings you here?”
Regina folds her hands in front of her, a nervous expression on her face. “It seems the Evil Queen isn’t dead after all.”
“What the bloody hell do you mean?” Killian asks, anger evident in his voice.
Emma’s face goes slack at the mention of the Evil Queen’s name. “I would also like to know what you mean by that.”
“She’s back. Somehow. I don’t know, but she’s here to shred everyone’s happy endings.”
Killian and Emma look between each other. Emma goes over to Killian, taking his hand in hers. “Whatever we need to do to defeat her, we will. And we will defeat her. For good.”
Regina herself looks terrified. “It’s not that easy; if she couldn’t be killed when I crushed her heart, how the hell can she be defeated?”
“By having hope.” Killian takes a page from the hero’s book.
Emma smiles reassuringly at her true love. “Exactly.”