Summary: It’s bad enough Emma was goaded into helping her college roommate throw a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend who Emma hasn’t gotten along with since they’d met. It’s even worse when he accidentally walks in on her in the shower thinking she’s said roommate. Talk about a birthday surprise he’ll never forget…
A/N: This was meant to be a birthday gift for my dear friend @rouhn and it’s way early, but I decided to post the first half to cheer her up. I hope it at least makes you smile, and I hope you can find inspiration to finish your story, Lydia!
Thank you @resident-of-storybrooke and @teamhook for taking a look at it and for all of your help!
Starts with Millian, but definitely ends with Captain Swan.
Also available on: AO3Â FF.N
“Crap! We’re out of milk.”
Emma casually shrugs in the entryway sipping her mug of cocoa and cinnamon, indulging in the sugary hot liquid as she watches her roommate frantically run around the kitchen making pancakes. Milah’s trying to at least.
“How can we be out of milk?!”
There’s butter smudged on the countertop, there’s white flour dusted all over everything, including her angry friend and a spot on the floor where Emma can assume Milah tried to clean up a broken egg based on the smeared yolk, glop of egg white and remnants of egg shells.
“Do you need any help?”
“No, I told you I can do this on my own!” Milah shrieks in vexation. “I don’t need any help. It’s Killian’s birthday and I’m perfectly capable of making him chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast on my own, without your assistance,” she insists, adding some ingredients in the bowl, her pale features twisted in disapproval at her unfinished concoction. “I just need to get some milk.”
Emma responds with an eye roll, because how could someone forget an important, yet basic ingredient such as milk? Okay and there may be several other reasons to be annoyed.
For weeks, Milah’s been droning on and on about doing something special for the guy she’s been seeing for four months now. And although Emma’s been helping her plan his birthday party, adding her input with every last detail—the decorations, the food (not to mention that pirate ship birthday cake), the invites and even what gift to get him (she unfortunately knows the man better than his own girlfriend does)—Milah won’t let Emma help make him breakfast. Don’t ask her why because she has yet to fathom a reason.
Milah can’t even cook a box of macaroni and cheese, which is why the task of making most of the meals is always left to Emma. But Milah wants this day to be special, and absolutely insisted on making pancakes by herself. So, Emma just leans back and watches her roommate make a complete fool out of herself.
“You know, you could’ve just made pancakes from a box. They probably would’ve turned out better anyways,” Emma teases waggishly.
Milah flashes a scowl and sets the mixing spoon down to pick up a rag and wipe off her mess from the counter. “I’m going to the store to get some milk. Killian’s supposed to be here in twenty minutes, but if he does arrive before I do, I’m sure you could occupy him until I get back?” Milah drops the rag and approaches Emma, clasping her hands together, her lips forming a pout. “You two can get along for two seconds, right?”
Emma emits an exasperated sigh as she turns around, making her way out of the kitchen. “Consider him occupied,” she assures her roommate, and at the same time, she’s anxious to hop in the shower because she really doesn’t want to be seen by him in her current state. She may hate the man’s guts but the thought of him looking all gorgeous and cleaned up while she’s in her bathrobe with no makeup and her hair a disheveled disaster—well, she just can’t give him that kind of satisfaction.
“Oh, and can I take your car? Mine’s on empty.”
“Go for it. The keys are in my purse,” Emma replies dimly and proceeds down the hallway, wishing this day would fly be as quickly and painlessly as possible.
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