Yes Captain - A CS fic for mie779
Merry Chrismas to @mie779! I was your secret santa this year and it has been lovely getting to know you and talking about CS. I’m sorry this is later than planned, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! I will be binge-reading your own fics very soon, because I am very curious. That being said, I hope you enjoyed your first time joining the CS secret santa, and that you will join next year again :D Merry (belated) Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Ofcourse, also a special thanks @cssecretsanta2020 for organizing the event.
Emma woke up feeling warm. Snuggled underneath the blankets, she pressed her face into the pillow a bit more while she stirred awake, slowly becoming aware of her husband’s body pressed against her back, his arm wrapped around her stomach, his beard scratching her neck as he pressed a kiss right below her ear. She let out a whine - it was way too early to be doing ANYTHING on a Saturday morning - yet turned her head to give him a little more space, as she slowly opened one eye.
“Time to wake up love, Henry and I’ve finished preparing breakfast, and we need to leave for the game in an hour” he muttered in her ear.
Emma let out one more dramatic whine, squeezing her eyes shut, before rolling on her back and looking him in the eye. “You’re lucky you look so cute in those shorts of yours or I wouldn’t be doing this” she smiled at him.
He gave a sly smile in return “I look ravishing in those and you know it. Now get that lovely arse of yours out of bed before I make you regret it”. She rolled her eyes, but rolled back to her side and swung her legs out of bed anyway. Putting on her robe on the way out of their bedroom and down the stairs “promises promises”.
Today marked the day that they had been working towards for weeks now. Vancouver’s annual soccer benefit competition. The competition involved a soccer game between (ex)professional soccer players and movie and tv stars filming in the area, all coming together to raise money for a different charity each year. This year’s charity was the city’s free children’s library.
This year was also the first for the Swan-Jones family to participate. Killian, being an ex-pro soccer player, and Emma, being an action movie actress who has just wrapped up filming in the city, made the perfect candidates. Factor in that Emma’s son - though really Killian loved him as his own - loves to read, and you’d come to the conclusion that there was no way out of them participating in the tournament.
Emma entered the kitchen, followed by Killian. “Goodmorning kid”.
“Morning mom” Henry acknowledged. Barely looking up from his phone, while shoving another piece of bacon into his mouth.
“Did you know” he began, still chewing while he spoke “that there are more and more free little libraries across Canada every year”. “But those are just dependent on whatever people put in them, so they could have really boring books”.
Emma laughed. “I didn’t know that. Are you excited for today?” She loved that her 13-year-old son still wanted to spend so much time with them, knowing puberty - and being embarrassed by your parents - was just around the corner.
“Oh yeah! I really hope you beat the other team!”
“Today is not about winning or losing my boy, it’s about raising money for charity” Killian said. This earned him the same doubtful look from Emma and Henry.
“But I do hope we win” he said. Giving a wink to both of them.
Boy did Emma know her husband wanted to win. They had been together for six years now, married for two. While Killian had retired from the sport a couple years back, the type of mentality that comes with being a professional athlete didn’t leave him in the slightest.
When they signed on to join the competition, he had been appointed team captain pretty early on. Needless to say, Killian took that job very seriously. Emma couldn’t say she really minded, marvelling at the chance to see him in his element once again. The way his jaw set tight when he was focussed, his muscles flexing as he moved. She was joking about it earlier, but he did look so good in those shorts. And, to be totally fair she secretly enjoyed seeing her husband in charge like that.
He’d caught her staring at him during one of the practices while he was coaching some of the other players. It was a quick look, but she knew the way her face turned red afterwards betrayed her. Luckily two can play that game (hah), and she turned the tables on him when she started responding to his orders with a prompt “yes captain”, leaving him flustered, doing that adorable ear scratch of his.
Later - much later - that night, he asked her to repeat it again, and again, again.
After having breakfast, the trio got dressed and headed out to the car to make their way to the stadium. It was surprisingly mild for a morning in March, the first signs of an early spring all around. If they were lucky, they would get some sun today as well.
Killian and Henry were happily chatting away in the car, when suddenly Emma shouted “Stop the car!”
“Right now? Swan, are you alright?”
Killian quickly pulled over to the side of the road, just in time for Emma to slam the door open and hurl her guts out.
“What’s going on with you Emma?”
Emma grabbed a water bottle from the door next to her and rinsed, wiping her mouth off with her sleeve.
“I’m not sure I should play today, I think I might have food poisoning. I ate those apple-cinnamon flapjacks from the freezer last night”
“Really mom? Those have been there since last christmas!”
“Hey! I do things like that all the time and it’s usually fine! I was just really craving them okay?”
And with that, the discussion was closed. After checking with her if she was okay to drive on - she was - Killian drove the rest of the way to the stadium in silence. Emma had been acting a little different lately, and something she just said struck a chord with him, and he wondered…. could it be?
Nearly nine months later, on Christmas eve, Emma gives birth to a beautiful baby girl that they name Hope. Her favourite food turns out to be apple-cinnamon flapjacks.
