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Emma was awoken abruptly bright and early one dreary Saturday morning by excited shouts coming from the living room of her home. Groggily, she scrubbed her hands over her face before climbing out of bed to investigate the excitement.
As she descended the stairs, the voices became clearer and she could properly understand what they were saying. She shook her head and laughed to herself when she realized what was happening as she reached the last step.
"Not today, old man!"
"Old man?!"
"Just because you know how to steer and captain a ship in the water, doesn't mean you will succeed on screen. Admit it!"
"Never."
When she rounded the corner, she stopped in the doorframe of the living room. Seated on the couch, deeply involved in a racing video game were Killian and Henry. Their eyes were practically glued to the screen.
She laughed and crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned up against the door frame. There was a small part of her that wondered how long it would take them to realize she was standing there. However, the other part of her wanted to get back to bed and sleep for a few more hours.
Clearing her throat, Emma said, "Do you two have any idea what time it is?"
The look on Killian's face when his head snapped around to look at her was priceless. A soft smile grew on his face when he saw her standing there and then quickly disappeared when he glanced up and noticed the time on the clock.
"Sorry about that, love," he said, offering up the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.
"Sorry mom," Henry said quickly with a half-hearted smile.
"It's okay," Emma replied, "I'm happy to see you two bonding. Even if it has to happen at seven am on a Saturday."
"We'll try to keep it down," Killian insisted, blowing her a kiss, which she caught before turning to head back upstairs.
"Boys will be boys," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head.