#finding-milah

[thepiratehero-a]

She blinks, standing in the middle of the kitchen that is currently covered in some sort of pancake mix and dry cereal. Such things happened when you let toddlers prepare breakfast on their own. "Remind me why we have children again?"

At this point Killian was rather used to the messes. After all when they had three little ones, messes were rather common. Not that Hope was old enough yet to cause trouble with her siblings, but she was sure to start up as soon as she was able to walk. “Because when they are not destroying the house they are actually rather adorable.” he stated with a smirk. Though even when causing messes he still finds them adorable most of the time.

Liam walked over to the two with a plate covered in cereal and pancake mix. “We maded you bweakfast.” 

[drinksrum]

"I couldn’t go through with it."

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                             Killian tried to school the look of disappointment on his face. “He’s only bringing you down, Milah. Causing you unhappiness. You’ve told me as much yourself.” She’d said so herself, many times. She yearned to live a life of adventure, one he could gladly provide aboard his ship. But she had yet to take the final plunge, to leave her husband.

                            “We raise anchor in three days time for the northern waters, and I would love to have you by my side when we do.” He would not force her, of course, but he did hope that she would gather up the courage to fight for her own happiness.

[themxdhatter]

I don't even need to send it. It goes without saying.

It’s pretty much a given by now.

[thepiratehero-a]

"I'll get you a blanket, you're going to be here for a while."

Killian wasn’t sure he had the strength to argue. Being sick was not something he had ever had to deal with. Somehow in the Enchanted Forest he had done quite a good job keeping himself healthy. Even with the lack of sleep he got when she was not there. But with the new world came new diseases as it would seem. And at the moment he wasn’t able to sit up let alone get off the couch to try to make it to bed. “Alright.” 

[themxdhatter]

★

I can’t be Baelfire for her, I can’t be her little boy. She’s my mother...and I care...but I don’t know how to be a son to her.

[thepiratehero-a]

"As charming as you may think you are, at the moment you are infuriating and not being helpful in the least." She huffed, letting the shoe fall to the floor. "Now, would you srop laughing and help your very pregnant wife?"

Killian chuckled as he  moved forward. “Well, of course, love,” he said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her forehead and then lips before moving to help her with her shoes. “Soon enough you won’t have to worry about the belly, but another child running about the house,” he said with a chuckle. The first time he had been so afraid. Afraid he wouldn’t be the father that he wanted to be. But having been able to be there for the children they had now did help to ease the fear some. Though he wanted to make sure to give them all the love they deserved and he wanted to make sure the new baby would get that too. All the while making sure not to leave out the twins. “You look beautiful.” 

[themxdhatter]

RIP

He didn’t understand when his papa had shown up to get him; Mama never let him go away with Papa on the ship, Mama always said it was too dangerous. He hadn’t understood when he’d run across the deck of the Jolly Roger, calling for his mama, and Uncle Starkey had shushed him. He still didn’t understand when his papa had come into the cabin and told him. 

His mama couldn’t be gone, mama was always there and papa kept her safe. Papa always kept her safe. Tears had soaked his father’s vest as the pirate captain had held him tight with the hand he had left, letting his little fists beat at his chest as he begged for his mother. It was only after the tears had turned into sniffles and his father had picked him up with one arm that he had noticed the difference. 

Being carried out of the cabin, the stars were shining over the water as his papa set him on the railing, arm tight around his waist as he explained that he could still say goodbye. 

“I miss you,” he whispered softly, still leaning into his father. “Goodbye, mama.”

[hookedpirate]

"Are you just going to stand there, or do you fancy helping?"

“Honestly, love, I’d much rather enjoy the viewinstead of helping. But if you insist.”

And with those words he began to help her pick up the remains of one of the sails that had been destroyed by a rather nasty storm.