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Ghosts of Relationships Past

Summary: There’s no one right way to celebrate your first wedding anniversary, but Emma’s pretty sure that bumping into your asshole ex-boyfriend is a wrong way. Another piece in the With Affection/Give Me Love universe.
Rating: M
Notes: HAPPY HOLIDAYS @optomisticgirl​!! This ended up way more serious than you and I had discussed, but I hope it still works. Anyway, thank you for being such an amazing friend, and I know that we’re just going to keep being spectacular in the new year!

This story is another bonus from With Affection/Give Me Love, and requires that you have read both. Additionally, please note that I had planned to write this for B for a while, and that I am not accepting any requests or prompts for WA/GML stories.

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“Happy first anniversary, Mrs. Jones.” Killian raised his Bloody Mary for a toast as they were finishing brunch.

“Happy first anniversary, Mr. Swan,” Emma replied, toasting with the remains of her coffee. It was much too early, in her opinion, for booze or for chastising her husband about her last name. She’d wait till dinner for both.

“I know, I know,” he said after taking a sip. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“Hm?”

“Your last name. You know it doesn’t bother me that you kept it, right?”

“That’s good, since I love you more than anything in this world and still couldn’t care less if it bothered you.”

He grinned in reply. “I know. Honestly, I’m glad you didn’t change your name. You’re my Swan Princess—it just wouldn’t be right if you weren’t Swan anymore.”

It was hard not to smile at the mention of the letters; sometimes, she’d reread some of her favorites, and her heart still fluttered when she’d read his sweet greetings. My dearest Swan, my beloved Princess. “Which is why it wouldn’t do for you to be promoted to commodore or anything like that.”

“Oi!” He pulled his pirate necklace out from under his shirt. “Pirate, love. Captain’s the highest rank.”

“Oh, stop, it’s not like I was suggesting you’d be demoted.”

“Fair enough. How’s your Belgian waffle? Or what’s left of it, I suppose—you demolished it. ”

“Fucking amazing, as usual. What did you get again?”

“Crab cake Benedict. Would you like to try some?”

“Sure.” She waited for him to set aside a couple of bites for her to grab; she knew better than to just eat brunch food off his plate. “Oh wow, that is great.”

“Aye, it’s stupendous.”

“Want any of what’s left of my waffle?”

“No offense, love, but I’m not sure how you can eat something so sugary for breakfast.”

“No wonder you can’t handle breakfast cereal.” He chuckled with his mouth full of Bloody Mary.

And then, into the restaurant, walked Walsh. Emma froze.

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