"'Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cooooold out there today.' 'It's cooooold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?' 'Not hardly.'"

Killian groaned and opened one eye, giving his wife a suspicious look as she stood above him in their bed talking in a weird voice. She had just returned from the bathroom and was wearing nothing more than the top to his pajamas, which he never wore and had gladly given over to her for her use.

"Swan, it's 6AM. You've taken the day off work. Why on earth are you up?"

"It's Groundhog Day and I have plans for us."

Killian had rolled over to his back, and Emma settled down on the bed next to him.

"And pray tell what is Groundhog Day? And what does it have to do with booties or the beach?"

"Groundhog Day is February 2nd every year. We watch to see a groundhog come out of his den. If he sees his shadow there will be six more weeks of winter."

"Swan, I'm a sailor and we have lots of stupid superstitions. But that is a load of codswallop."

"Of course it is. But there's a part of it I do like. There's this movie, Groundhog Day, and in it this guy lives the same day over and over and over again. He's not a very nice man, but by the end of it he learns to be good, and accept people, and love. I love the movie, and I have always wanted to spend a day doing things that I wouldn't mind doing if I had to repeat the day over and over again. I've decided that this year we're doing that. Today."

Killian groaned. "Your mother is crazy, kids. Do you hear that? Crazy."

She rolled her eyes. His new habit was talking to her stomach. Mostly about Emma. Some days it was to sing her praises. Your mother is the most amazing person on Earth. If you even are one tenth the person she is you'll be lucky. Other days it was airing his grievances. Your mother is making me go out in the snow because she wants fried chicken. She's blaming you guys, saying you are making her hungry. But I know it's her. You guys would never do this to me. He kept telling Emma he needed someone on his side in this house, and maybe if he started early he'd have a chance at being their favorite. Emma always laughed at that, knowing that her children were going to adore their father as much as she and Henry already did.

"So, Swan. This day of doing fun things. What's in store?"

"Well, I think you'll be on board for the first activity," she said as she started running a trail of kisses down his chin and then his chest.

"MMM, yes. I think you're right about that," he said as he closed his mouth over hers. "Children, don't listen to this next part."

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They emerged from their room a while later, a good while later, and left for Granny's. Emma had already explained that they would be ordering everything on the menu that they could ever want. Hot chocolate and coffee, doughnuts and pancakes, eggs, bacon, waffles, fruit, everything. Killian was commenting that Henry was going to be very upset that he was missing this meal, but he was at Regina's for the week.

Ruby gave them quite the look as Emma placed the order, and Killian simply looked at her and said, "Don't ask."

As the food started arriving, Emma took one bite out of everything, not finishing any one thing. Except the bacon. She finished all the bacon. And her hot chocolate. They got refills on his coffee and her hot chocolate, and left for the next activity.

"What's up next on the agenda?"

"Well, we are limited, seeing as this is Storybrooke. The years I've dreamed about doing this in Boston or New York I planned trips to the theater, shopping sprees, ice skating at Rockefeller Center, boat rides. But in Storybrooke I think packing a picnic to eat at the beach, a walk through the woods, NO shopping since I think you bought me this whole town for Christmas, and then a nice dinner out. Then we get some take out dessert, go home, and watch Groundhog Day. How does that sound?"

"If I'm with you, it sounds wonderful." He leaned down and gave his wife a kiss.

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Emma queued up the movie, and Killian got a little excited as he saw Bill Murray on the screen. "You didn't tell me Peter Venkman was in this. I like him."

"Bill Murray, Killian. His name is Bill Murray. Peter Venkman is just his character's name in Ghost Busters." She knew he knew that he was an actor, but it drove her nuts that he insisted on referring to people by their character's names.

"Whatever, Swan. You know what I meant."

Emma curled into his side as they settled in to watch the movie. She actually hadn't seen it in a few years. It always felt wrong to watch it on a day that wasn't February 2nd, and the past few Groundhog Days had been pretty chaotic in Storybrooke. She noticed that Killian seemed to be enjoying it, only sometimes interjecting.

When it was over, Emma spoke first.

"Whenever I think about your time in Neverland, I think about this movie. I guess Neverland wasn't really like Punxsutawney though, was it?"

"No, Swan. Not at all. For one, Neverland is never cold. And your life is in considerably more danger. And everyone else is frozen in time with you."

Emma went to get up from the couch but he pulled her back down, gathering her in his arms.

"I would say his life was a little like mine, Swan."

"How's that, Killian?"

"Neverland for hundreds of years. Waiting out the curse for 28 years. But I never really started living again until I met you."