For Emma’s birthday, Killian decides to make her breakfast in bed.
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Killian saw Henry on his way out of the house and said, “Henry! Is Emma awake?”
“I don’t think so. Why?” Henry said – he had already left his present for her on her table. Killian grinned, looking incredibly proud of himself, “I’m going to make your mother breakfast in bed.”
“Really?” Henry said, his eyebrows rising, a smile of amusement appearing. Killian looked so happy, Henry didn’t want to burst the bubble by telling him that eating in bed was one of Emma’s pet peeves. Then he smelt something funny and said, “Killian, what’s that?”
“What’s what? Oh, shit! Fu–” he stopped short and looked from the burnt eggs to Henry, who was just about holding back laughter. Killian frowned and said, “Don’t you have school?”
“Oh yeah! Hey, Killian?”
“Yeah?” Killian said, scraping the eggs into the bin, trying to get them unstuck from the bottom of the pan.
“Do you want help with something? I was going to go early but if you want help then—”
“What? No! I’m fine. Go to school.”
“Are you sure? If it’s for mom, I don’t mind helping.” Henry said, only looking for an excuse to stay at home.
“Your mother would want you to go to school so that’s where you’re going.” Killian said, putting the pan in the sink. Henry rolled his eyes but left. Killian finished making pancakes (who’s batter he made from scratch – unlike the instant batter that Emma bought) and made some more eggs and fried some bacon. He grabbed a tray and put all of it on the tray, putting some cocoa on the side and a bottle of maple syrup. Just as he was doing the final aesthetics of the tray, Henry came running back inside and up the stairs, shouting, “Forgot my book!” Killian face instantly dropped – Emma must have woken up. Henry appeared downstairs in 30 seconds, holding his book. He was about to run out when he saw the pancakes, the eggs, and the bacon. If he was being honest, the only thing that looked edible on that plate was the bacon. Killian said, “Bloody hell, mate! You woke her up, didn’t you?” He didn’t have to wait for an answer because, from upstairs, he heard Emma call, “Killian?”
“Sorry.” Henry said, running out again. At the door, he paused, turned around and said, “By the way, she doesn’t like eating in bed. See ya!” And disappeared. Killian stared after him in disbelief. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly went up the stairs, meeting Emma halfway. He grinned at her and, giving her a quick kiss, said, “Happy birthday, love.”
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