#laurnorder

She’s wearing her reading glasses and her hair is a riotous mess, draped around her shoulders. She’s reading a book, or she was. Last he remembers, she was talking about her mother, but that was a little while ago, based on the look on her face.

“No, no,” he shakes his head in an attempt to soothe things over. “Just closed my eyes for but a moment, love. You were saying your mum wants to have a party next weekend and you weren’t sure if you want to because the weather calls for rain.”

His wife peels back a soft smile as she leans her cheek against their headboard. 

“How long have you been off that topic?” he asks, slightly timid.

Emma laughs once and slips the book down onto her night table. She returns to that position, facing him again.

“It doesn’t matter,” she promises him. “It wasn’t important.”

Emma leans over to kiss him and after she leans away, she shuts the light off and slips down into bed.

Killian, who had been sitting up just slightly, slides down with her and sighs contentedly the moment his back hits the mattress.

“You’re so tired.” Emma says. She slips her hand against his chest and settles her ear over his heart.

“Hm.” Killian murmurs as he closes his eyes. He wraps his arm around her and he begins to fall, but jerks himself out of it just enough. “Been working hard.”

Emma laughs, a sound that makes him crack the slightest smile. “Killian, you had a quiet day on your ship.”

He peels an eye open just to look at her and it makes her laugh again. “It’s hard work, Swan. You were there.”

Emma gives him a fond smile as his eyes fall closed again. “I know.” For a moment, they lie there in silence. He feels her fingertips drag against his chest, creating shapes and figures. “I think it’s just insomnia.”

“Hmm.” Killian clears his throat and forces his eyes open. “I can stay up with you. Would you like to talk? Watch a movie?”

Emma’s fingers stop moving. She props herself up on his chest and shakes her head minutely. “No, Killian, you sleep. It’s fine. It’s like two in the morning. You’ve stayed up way too late already.”

“Nothing is too much for you.”

He’s half-delirious, but he thinks he can manage.

He’s been alive hundreds of years and he’s seen plenty of sleepless nights. He’s bloody Captain Hook, after all. He should be able to fight off sleep tonight if it means helping keep his wife company.

“Killian?” her voice is soft, her fingers pressed against his arm as she shakes him awake.

“Hmm?” Killian sucks in a breath and with a shock, he sits up. “I only just closed my eyes for a moment.”

Emma laughs.

He realizes then that he’d slept the night away and it’s now morning. Emma’s up for the day, and she has a tray of breakfast waiting for him.

Killian’s heart sinks and he shakes his head as he scrubs his hand over his face. “Bloody hell, love, I’m sorry-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Emma promises. She smiles as she leans over to kiss him softly. “I made you breakfast.”

“Did you sleep at all?” he asks, feeling more guilt than anything.

“Right after you fell asleep, I did too.”

Relief washes over him in a wave and he manages a smile and a nod. “That’s good.”

“Hmm.” Emma bites on her lip and gestures to the breakfast she’d prepared. “Hungry?”

Pancakes and coffee sit hot and fresh, but a piece of plastic is what draws his attention on the tray.

He doesn’t know what it is until he’s holding it in his hand and as soon as he knows what it is, a ton of bricks drop to his stomach.

“Emma?” 

She has a soft smile on her face, a slight hesitancy in it. “Hope you’re ready for some more sleepless nights with me because we’re having a baby.”