She lay awake in her apartment alone thinking of him. She wasn’t a bit tired and she was trying to figure out how she let her parents talk her into this. This was such a stupid tradition. She would have married him the minute he asked her if it weren’t for all the pomp and circumstance that her mother requested.
Well maybe she wanted it too, after all you only marry your true love once but at that moment she wanted to throw away tradition and invite him over. They were true love, surely that was stronger than any old wives tale.
She pushed back the covers and walked to the kitchen, their kitchen. He’d helped her move in all of the furniture, pick out the coffee maker, and the little white dish towels with all the anchors on them. She brushed her hand along them lazily.
David gives Killian a hardy pat on the shoulder as he passes by, slowing his steps when he catches the look of unease on the pirate’s face. He follows Killian’s gaze over to where Emma is standing, sharing a congratulatory hug with Granny. Normally, Killian gets a bit awestruck when looking at Emma (understandable when looking at your True Love; David knows the feeling), so he’s instantly on alert when he spots the terror clawing at the edges of Hook’s normally enamored blue eyes.
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