icapturedkindness:

so this is a little fic i wrote of emma and killian talking about having kids. cause i have a lot of feelings.

this fic tbh is kind of born out of my own pettiness after that anon called me condescending for me not wanting cs babies or marriage to happen. well, this is actually something i’d be okay with so yeah. this fic is for you anon ❤

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Emma feels
his eyes on her as she struts around their room, going through her nightly
routine. He has already used the bathroom and now is just lazing on their bed
on top of the covers, shirt and jeans disposed off properly in the laundry
hamper, and his hook, brace, and rings all stacked neatly on the little table
beside him with his book.

 If it weren’t
for the fact that they had had a quite adventurous, more than adventurous, night – with them having to deliver
Belle’s baby and all – Emma would’ve thought his intent gaze following her movements
were lustful. Yet as she takes her shirt off and throws it in the general
direction of the laundry hamper and is working in unhooking her bra, she chances a sly glance towards him to find his eyes fixed on her face, and not her now exposed breasts.
She looks down his bare chest, trailing the dark hair all the way down to his boxers and…nothing.

She strikes
down horny pirate in her brain as a reason for
his staring, and after taking her leggings off and putting on a big sweatshirt, switches the lights off and
slips into the covers, watching as he himself settles under the covers beside
her.

He turns and
faces her, his hand coming under his cheek as he peers down at her.

“Are you
okay? Why are you brooding?” She finally whispers, bringing a hand to ruffle
his hair back, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on the side of his forehead.

“Nothing,
love, just thinking.”

“So brooding
and thinking; that’s a classic combo.” She smiles as her similar words from so long ago make his
lips twitch into a little smile. 

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