Once Upon a Captain Swan

“Good morning?” she said hesitantly, like she was fully expecting him to bolt like she’d
warned him she might want to.
So he needed to put her at ease immediately. “Good morning, my love. How are you
doing this morning? Not too sore I hope. I did enjoy our adventures last night, but I
wouldn’t want my wife to be hurting.”
At that she smiled (like the sun – yeah it was a tired, worn-out cliché, but it was accurate
so bugger off), and brought the tray over to his (their) bed, her face filled with joy (but
also worry and confusion, too, because love or not, this was a weird situation).
They ate their breakfast (each one-handed as they kept one set of hands constantly
entwined), their fingers running lovingly over the skin of the other’s during their
somewhat tense discussion.
“So, you’ll move in with me?” She asked, still worried they were “moving too fast”
despite the fact that they were already legally bound in matrimony.
“Of course, love. It’ll take some time – New York to Boston isn’t terribly far, but I’ll need
to rent a Uhaul for my things and such. I’ll put in for a transfer at work right away, and if I
don’t get it, I can just quit. I’ve got savings.”
The logistic factors of all this should make it less romantic or something but really it
made it more, thinking about suddenly becoming so domestic with this woman who
made his heart soar.
But then he thought a little more about leaving their little bubble and rejoining reality –
and all the people who wouldn’t believe they could possibly know already that they were
in love.
“What’ll we do about telling people, Emma?” he asked in a quiet voice. He didn’t want to
make her feel ashamed because he absolutely wasn’t. But you couldn’t stop the
opinions of other people. And he knew they’d be harsh.
“I don’t have a lot of family. My adoptive parents and one non-crazy aunt. My little
brother. If I called them and told them right now they’d be absolutely certain I was
joking. I wasn’t kidding when I said that I don’t date. I’ve been quite… prickly on the idea
of love for really all of my life.”
Killian had a small family, too, just his brother Liam and Liam’s wife Elsa. But, like
Emma, he’d been closed off for quite some time. They wouldn’t believe he’d done
something so rash, nor would they believe it was genuine.
(And how could you blame them – it really was crazy when viewed from the
outside.)“There’s one way we could do this, Killian, to make it more normal for our
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