Out of the Frying Pan (18/?)
She’d come back.
And invited him to Henry’s soccer game.
The kid had nearly hit his head on the crossbar, he jumped so high when Killian walked in with Emma, taking up position on the sidelines and cheering when Henry made a handful of particularly impressive first-half saves.
He did it again – diving to his left and coming up with the ball in his hands and a smile on his face and Killian felt Emma exhale against him, forehead pressed into his shoulder. “He didn’t break any bones did he?” she asked.
“No, love,” Killian answered, arm tightening out of instinct. “That’s his fifth save, you know.”
AN: @laurnorder is the BEST. Like. The BEST. She read so many of my words, it is vaguely absurd.