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Of Earth and Sea: 9/9 (Epilogue)

My fic for the 2019 @cssns will drops TOMORROW, so to celebrate, I’m re-posting my fic from last year (and also because I was a tumblr newbie back then and didn’t post the chapters here, just the link to Ao3)

Gorgeous art by @shipsxahoy!

Summary: Five years after their wedding, Emma and Killian are ready to start a family. But Emma discovers that raising a family isn't that simple when your husband is a Dunedin (half-elf) and your mother-in-law is neither dead nor alive.

Rated T

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Epilogue:

Killian still wasn’t quite used to seeing his mother this way: sitting with a cup of Granny’s coffee, wearing a cream colored blouse and dark wash jeans. A necklace hung around her neck of green, blue, and brown beads, a gift from Emma and Elien. His little girl had explained that the colors reminded her of the elven lands. Tauriel’s red hair was pulled back from her face in a barette rather than in the loose knots of an elf. But the hairstyle still put her pointed ears on display.

“How are you settling in?” he asked her before taking a sip of his own coffee.

She smiled contentedly. “My room here is quite comfortable. And Moe French is being very patient with me at the flower shop. I’m still having trouble with that . . . what’s the magic box called again?”

Killian grinned over the rim of his cup. “A computer, mother.”

“Right, the computer,” she replied with a matching smile.

Belle was kind to put in a word for Tauriel with her father. The shop was the perfect fit for her, putting her close to the sights and smells of growing things. Still, he sometimes caught her looking longingly towards the woods at times. That was why he was secretly negotiating with Rumple to purchase his old cabin. He knew she would be happier out there.

Tauriel set down her mug and regarded him thoughtfully. “But checking up on me isn’t the reason for this breakfast, is it?”

Killian sighed. “No.” He ran his finger along the edge of his mug nervously. This had been Emma’s idea, though he knew she was right. He and his mother needed this conversation.

“You can tell me anything,” she said softly.

His mother already knew his darkest sin. How could he possibly make things worse? “Why did you stay away so long? After . . . you know, what happened with father.”

Tauriel’s brow furrowed. “You asked me to stay away.”

Killian swallowed hard. “I thought . . . perhaps . . . that I had fallen too far. Become too dark for you . . . to love me.” He blinked furiously, willing himself not to let a tear escape. He suddenly felt like a small boy again.

“Oh, darling,” Tauriel said, reaching across the table to grasp his hand and hook, “nothing could ever erase my love for you. And trust me when I say I was never far. But you had suffered so much loss, had so much pain and anger, I thought it was best to heed your wishes and give you space.”

Her eyes shone with tears as she continued. “And I was watching when you met Emma the very first time, and I knew you had found your true love.”

Killian chuckled. “It wasn’t exactly love at first sight.”

“A mother knows. So I kept watching, so proud when you became the hero I always knew you were. And when Emma accepted your proposal, I finally thought that maybe you would allow me back into your life again.”

She squeezed his hand and hook with affection and Killian lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss there. “I love you, mother. I’m so happy you’re here with us.”

Tauriel’s smile was beaming as she pulled her hands into her lap. “I have waited so many long years to hear you say that.”

The tender moment was interrupted by a perky voice bustling into the diner.

“Tauriel,” Snow exclaimed, approaching their table with a large binder in her arms, “I hate to interrupt your breakfast, but I found some things on Pinterest this morning for the party, and I just had to show them to you.”

Emma was behind her mother, her hand grasping Elien’s. She caught Killian’s eye. “Sorry, I couldn’t stop her.”

“Nonsense!” Tauriel said, sounding almost as eager as Snow, “I can’t wait to see it all.”

She gestured for Snow to sit next to her and the two women began to eagerly pour over the contents of the binder. Elien insisted on sitting between her Grandma and her Effie, practically climbing over the table to squeeze between them. Emma shook her head at the three of them as she slid into the other side of the booth next to Killian.

“Oh, I like this,” Tauriel said, pointing at a picture in the binder.

“Isn’t that adorable?” Snow gushed, “The kids get to decorate little bottles and put sparkly sand inside as fairy dust.”

“Real fairy dust?” Elien asked eagerly.

“No, sweetie,” Snow laughed, running her hand over her granddaughter’s strawberry blonde curls, “just pretend.”

“Oh, and look at this, an archery competition,” Tauriel continued, turning the page.

“With foam tipped arrows of course,” Snow explained, “I thought we could put it right next to the horses. David’s going to dress up in his Prince Charming clothes and give the kids rides.”

“Mom,” Emma spoke up, “it’s just a kid’s birthday party. It sounds like your throwing Elien a full blown Renaissance festival.”

“Five is a big birthday,” Snow argued, and Emma laughed lightly at the indignation on her mother’s face. “And she’s a princess.”

“On both sides,” Tauriel put in.

“That’s right,” Snow said, a hint of teasing creeping into her voice, “Killian never did tell us he was of royal blood.”

Killian coughed, his face turning red. He scratched behind his ear as he muttered, “Well, I never said anything about being part elf either.”

“But Papa’s proud of being an elf now, and so am I,” Elien announced, pushing her hair back to show off her ears. “See how cool my ears are? Just like Papa’s and Effie’s”

Everyone laughed at Elien’s pronouncement and Tauriel pulled her in for a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. Emma watched her daughter, sandwiched between two grandmothers who looked no older than her parents but were technically 60 and 500. Then Emma squeezed the hand of her daughter’s father, who was 300, but didn’t look a day over 35. Emma was sure there would be days when Elien got older that she would roll her eyes in embarrassment over her crazy family, but Emma hoped she would also know how incredibly blessed she was.

Killian leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Nin ylv na-pant.”

Emma grinned, her eyes bright. She always loved to hear him speak elvish. “What does that mean?”

He kissed her forehead before answering, “My cup runneth over.”

He always could read her mind. She wondered if that was an elf thing.