Fourth of July in Storybrooke

Happy 4th of July! In honor of today’s holiday, I will write a themed one shot.

Snow spreads out blankets scattered through the park. As the mayor, Regina agreed to have a fireworks show for the Fourth of July. With the recent events of Storybrooke, Snow thought it would be best to have a celebration to clear everyone’s heads. David sits on a blanket with baby Neal in his arms.

The night is growing dark, the Sun setting overhead. Emma and Killian walk hand-in-hand. Killian walks towards David as Emma makes her way to Snow. She smiles at her mom, giving her a light hug.

“You really went all out,” Emma tells Snow. “Has Henry showed up yet?”

Snow shakes her head. “As long as he’s staying with Regina, it’s a given they’ll be late.”

“Of course,” Emma nods her head in agreement. “Because a Queen is never early.”

Emma puts her hand on her mom’s shoulder before making her way back to Killian. He’s sitting beside David on a blanket as Neal wails loudly. Emma sits beside Killian, reaching over to take her crying brother from her father. She rocks him slightly back and forth.

“You’re a natural, Swan.” Killian takes one of Neal’s hands in his, smiling down at the kid.

She smirks at him. “Well.”

Henry comes running toward them with Regina in tow. It still surprises Emma how much of a child he is when he can also be such an angsty teen. He sits down on the blanket in front of them, facing them all. Snow comes over now, greeting people as they walk past. Regina looks distastefully at everyone sitting on the ground.

“I should have brought a chair,” she remarks.

Killian rolls his eyes. “Well your majesty, we must have forgotten your royal throne.”

Emma bumps him with her shoulder. “Sitting on the ground watching is the only way to do Fourth of July.”

“Maybe back in wherever you grew up.”

Snow takes Neal back into her arms, snuggling him close. It’s a bit cool tonight, but a perfect night nonetheless. Emma scoots back into Killian’s arm and he rests his head atop hers. Regina pulls Henry close to her side. The fireworks begin to shoot off in the sky. Bursts of color explode, making it a magical sight.

One of the dwarves lets out a loud shriek at the loudness of the fireworks. Grumpy then begins yelling at him to calm down. Killian rubs his hand down Emma’s arms, mesmerized by the fireworks display. Being at sea most of his life didn’t give him the chance to enjoy such simple activities. Of course, the Enchanted Forest wasn’t exactly well-known for their fireworks display. I doubt many of Storybrooke’s residents are all that familiar with them. Well, besides Emma. She leans against Killian, letting out a small sigh. He can see the look of love in her eyes every time she looks at Henry and Neal. It makes him wonder if she would want another child. It’s something Killian has thought about. To have a child with the woman he loves. Hopefully they would turn out to be more like Emma than himself.

Twenty minutes later, the last firework goes off. Everyone starts packing up their belongings. Henry helps Regina from the grass and she mumbles something about her wrinkled skirt.

Killian pulls Emma up with the help of his hook. She looks tired, so he puts his arm around her shoulders and they start walking home. The dwarves are all arguing about something as they head back into the town. David and Snow gather the last of the blankets and walk back to their loft.

The sounds of fireworks sound in the distance. The sky a beautiful blackness with stars illuminating the sky.

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