Authors note:

Hey guys, thanks for checking out my story! This is my very first fan fiction even though I've been reading fan fic for years. I wrote this story before the start of season 7, but I completely forgot about it, so there are some things you should know before you start

1. This is set in the enchanted forest

2. I envision Emma and Killian moving back to the Enchanted Forest at some point, along with the rest of the Storybrooke residents!

-OUAT-

Elizabeth Ruth Jones opened her eyes to the bright sun streaming in her window. On any other day she would have curled up deep in her blankets and shut the world out, but not today. Today she was all smiles and excitement. She only turned sixteen once! She hoped out of bed as she inspected her closet on what to wear. She knew her grandmother was probably going to buy her a new outfit that she would end up wearing anyways, so she chose the simple purple sun dress. She attempted at brushing out her mangled blonde locks, but after failing several times she decided she would ask her mom do it later.

As if on cue her stomach growled so she decided to head down stairs. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement when she burst through the kitchen door, "Well good morning my little love," Killian greeted.

"Morning dad! What's for breakfast?" questioned Elizabeth.

"Well, that's a surprise Lizzie" Killian said with a smirk on his face. His daughter much like her mother, hated surprises. Speaking of her mother, Emma entered the kitchen with a big smile on her face.

"Morning baby, happy birthday" Emma said as she kissed the top Elizabeth's head.

"Good morning mum, but I think you can stop calling me 'baby' now, I am sixteen." Elizabeth exclaimed.

"You may be sixteen but you will always be my baby" Emma replied.

Elizabeth just chuckled as she rolled her eyes, she didn't care too much if she was being honest.

"Alright my loves pancakes with whipped cream, strawberries, and bacon is now being served, if you would please take your seats" Killian said as he gestured towards the table.

"Aye aye captain" Emma taunted.

As the trio sat down to eat Snow and Charming walked through the door,

"Where's my grand baby, come give your old grandma a hug" Snow said with a loving smile.

"Hi grandma" Elizabeth said as she hugged Snow.

"Does your grandfather get a hug too" David added.

"Well of course" Elizabeth teased.

"So what do you have planned for your birthday today, other than this sugar packed breakfast?" David inquired.

"Aye mate, don't hate on this delicious breakfast I made" Killian defended.

"I wasn't hating, I am merely trying to keep my daughter and granddaughter from getting sick from all this sugar so early in the morning" David countered.

"If you two are done bickering," Elizabeth interrupted, "I am planning on going sailing with dad today, and maybe he will actually let me take the jolly out by myself."

"Hmm, that doesn't sound like something I would do, but I suppose if I don't give you permission you'll do it anyway?" Killian questioned.

"You'd be right" Elizabeth said with a devious grin on her face.

"Well if you are going sailing you need to eat up so we can get the best winds which I am judging will be around noon." Killian replied.

--OUAT--

"Alright dad, we have been sailing for two hours now, I have gotten used to the winds like you wanted me too, can we please head back to the harbor so I can drop you off and then go out by myself?" Elizabeth pleaded. Killian knew he was done for, how could he ever say no to his princess? She looked just like her mother, with her long blonde hair and sharp jaw line. The only thing Killian could see of himself in Lizzie were her eyes, they were all Killian, bright, big, and blue. He couldn't believe his baby was sixteen, it felt like just yesterday Emma was telling him that she was pregnant. He could still picture Emma's excited, nervous grin when she told him.

It had been a long day of work. A brutal snow storm the night before had left downed trees and power lines all over Storybrooke. Much of Main Street was closed off, and all the other streets were disrupted by the detours, which he got many complaints about. Luckily there were no evil villains around to make it worse, but nevertheless he hadn't felt this exhausted in a while. He hoped he wasn't coming down with what Emma had. She had been sick these past couple of days, and even though she tried to insist she was fine he wouldn't hear anything of it. All he cared about was that she got better.

As he entered house, he couldn't help but think it was too empty now that Henry had gone off to find his own story. It was also uncharacteristically quiet. He had expected Emma to be watching some show on the magic box, but it was pitch black.

"Emma" he called out.

The silence did nothing to ease his fears, and just as he was about to reach for his sword, he heard a rustle in the kitchen.

"In here" came her sweet reply.

Killian breathed a sigh of relief as he walked over to the kitchen. He made out the faint glow of candles that accompanied take out from Granny's. He chuckled at Emma's dinner plans, given he was normally the cook.

"What's all this for?"

"I'm the one who hates surprises, not you, so enjoy it" Emma said with a twinkle in her eye.

Killian was left feeling more confused than before, but didn't hesitate to take a seat and dig into the delicious grilled cheese only Granny could make.

Once they were done, and he had told her all about his day, he noticed her fiddling with her wedding ring. Something she only did when she was nervous.

"Swan, what's on your mind?"

"What, nothing, I'm fine"

"Darling, have you already forgotten, you're an open book." He stated. When he didn't get an answer he said in a more serious tone, "Emma, I vowed to stand by you, and I still hold to that, you can tell me anything, you know?"

To his surprise tears started to well in Emma's eyes. She handed him a long, thin, black box that she had taken out from behind her back. Not knowing what else to do Killian took and opened it, wrinkling his brow at the contents. He pulled out a small white and purple stick with a questioning look, and was met with a teary smile from Emma.

"It's a pregnancy test." Emma stated. It only took a second for Killian to put the pieces together, but his face became animated as soon as he did.

"Swan, are you with child?"

"Yes." Emma said with a laugh. Killian couldn't contain his excitement, he jumped up and twirled Emma around. He was going to be a father. After being alive for more than 300 years, he was going to be a father!

"Earth to dad" Elizabeth said as she waved her hand in front of Killian's face.

"Hmm" Killian said as he was pulled back to reality, "ah yes, yes we can head back to the harbor but let's circle around this up coming island before heading back. If we tried to turn her around now the winds would be working against us."

"Sounds good to me" Elizabeth smiled. She couldn't believe her dad was actually letting her go sailing by herself, butterflies started to form in the pit of her stomach. She was a great sailor, anyone could see that. She had been sailing with her dad since before she could remember, but something about going out by herself added a new thrill.

Killian and Elizabeth were both caught up in their own thoughts when suddenly Elizabeth heard her fathers frantic yell to grab his sword. That's when Elizabeth saw it, it was Blackbeards ship, headed straight for them. "They must have been hiding on the other side of the island" Elizabeth thought to herself. She raced to get her fathers sword, but she couldn't help thinking about how it was only her and her father verses Blackbeard and the rest of his crew. Fear started to overcome Elizabeth when she heard her fathers stern voice say, "Lizzie I want you to go below deck and hide, don't come up for any reason unless I tell you to do so, do you understand?" Killian said seriously.

"Yes I understand" Elizabeth replied. God she hoped he could work this out with words, because she didn't want to think about what would happen if he didn't.

-OUAT-

Authors end note:

Please review/leave comments, I would love to hear constructive criticism as writing is not my strong suite, thanks!

-N