I own nothing, probably never will own anything cause I spend most of my life either writing or being ill. Awesome way to go. I don't own CS, OUAT, the cast or characters or crew, that's all down to the hard work of the show as a whole- I'm just a faithful watcher.

I WENT TO SEE JESS GLYNNE AND SHE IS AMAZING! :) Title probably stolen from someone in the world, but I'll use it anyway cause they'll never know, right?

It's A Sacrifice

3rd Person

Stirring the mixture in her bowel, she grins and licks her lips unconsciously, drooling at the sight of cookie mix which she has yet to put in the oven- well, yet to even turn into cookies. It looks so good she's tempted to forget the rest of her family and eat it herself, but she promised them cookies if they didn't argue during her brothers birthday last week so here she is, desperate to inhale cookie mix.

What has her life come to?

She used to be out fighting the days big bad, running in knee high boots and skipping romantic moments in favor of kicking the ass out of some villain.

That all stopped after the Evil Queen/ Hyde fiasco, which was properly dealt with thanks to the dream team- as her children fondly named them. It's been almost six years since she defeated them, with the help of her friends and family, and five years since their family began expanding further.

Henry is now twenty one, one of the tallest buildings in Storybrooke (or so she thinks) and is living in a comfy apartment with Violet not too far from herself and Killian- also, conveniently not too far from Granny's... Emma has a feeling that wasn't coincidental. She's rather jealous if she's honest, but then again, Granny's could be next door and it'd still take too long to get there when she craved grilled cheese.

A month after they'd defeated Hyde/ The Evil Queen, Emma had told Killian that they were expecting a baby, and although initially terrified of another villain coming their way, they were the happiest they've ever been. He'd proposed to her when she was four months pregnant and they'd married three weeks later, not wanting to wait and knowing they'd never get the chance once the baby came.

Meredith Ruth Jones came into their lives at seven am on a Monday morning, after a twenty three hour birth and many curse words, as healthy as any baby they could have hoped for. She came home two days later with Emma and Killian, and has been one of the best things in their lives since then- apart from their other children.

In fact, it was Henry who had suggested they have another child. Well, not another child per say. He'd overheard them talking about wanting more kids, a private chat not meant for prying ears, however had thought Meredith was still so small and another baby would be a handful. So he'd suggested adoption, and they'd agreed in a heartbeat.

At the age of fifteen, not six months later, Taylor Davis came into their home and they'd had her name legally changed to Jones- with her consent of course. At first she was distant, polite and never spoke out of turn, yet Killian always claimed he could she she was a spitfire. She, at the time, only had shoulder length blonde hair- nothing compared to her stomach length hair now- and blue eyes that could rival being as stunning as Killian's and Meredith's but she shrugged off their compliments.

Taylor lived up to Killian's expectations, after only four months she was just as much of a spitfire as he'd of hoped- ordering around her older brother, the seventeen year old very much regretting his decision to tell them about adoption when she ordered him to clean up his dirty underwear- as well as doting on her baby sister. She got along fantastic with most of the town, especially Regina, and had all of the hope Snow seemed to possess effortlessly.

It was like she was a mix of Killian, Snow, Emma and Regina into one- that grouped together to create this perfect fit to their family.

She called Killian dad after three months of being in their family, only because he'd yelled at her for coming home late from her curfew- more worried father panicking than yelling but- it ended in her screaming 'it's not my fault, Dad!' before running off to her room.

Killian hadn't stopped smiling all night after that one, practically declaring himself father of the year, and Emma just grinned with him- especially when Taylor continued to call him dad for the rest of the week.

(And their lives, but that is besides the point.)

Emma got called mom after she'd taken her out shopping for Henry's birthday present, a month after she'd declared Killian as dad, and had brought Meredith and Taylor some things too. She paid for them to get their nails done and Taylor had rewarded her with a 'Thanks, mom, everyone at school will be so jealous'.

It was Emma's turn to look smug and they'd decided she was never going anywhere.

Next to come into their family was a set of siblings. It was a shock to find that the little nine year old Mary Margaret had been gushing about, claiming he was all alone since his parents abandoned him, had an older sister. But they didn't care and had adopted a brother and sister without a second thought, having no intentions of splitting them up.

So, three years and some months ago, Dawn Caphillery and Oliver Caphillery came into their family with confident manners that fizzled down slowly to reveal their insecurities after seeing their family.

(Their names got changed to Jones after less than a year.)

At first, Taylor was defensive and clung to her father whenever Dawn was around- not letting anyone take away her father after she had found one- and always insisting her and Emma go for exclusive mother-and-daughter days just the two of them.

However, Dawn fought back against the cold shoulder she was given- Meredith was very happy to invite another two people to her tea parties, Killian very happy to be out of the pink, frilly tiara- and always tried to bond with her adoptive parents. Oliver had called them mom and dad from month one, never going back and never changing, but Dawn took six months and Taylor soon learned to tolerate her.

Though the two didn't have the best start, they were better and more supportive of each other. Dawn proved to be slightly irresponsible and clumsy, loud and confident with an ego like her fathers, while Taylor always remained sensible and professional- goals always in mind while Dawn focused on her next boyfriend or best friend crisis.

Since Oliver and Dawn, they didn't adopt again. Mostly because they wanted to spend time with their existing family and then continue to add later, but mostly actually- in truth- because Emma got pregnant again.

Liam Arthur Jones, Emma had strongly disagreed with the second name until Killian had explained his reasoning and then she was more than happy to agree to it, was born on a Thursday afternoon two years prior and had been doted on since he entered the world.

Growing up, he always proved to be fiercely protective over Dawn and Oliver- Dawn quite often playing with him with Taylor went through with her studies and inadvertently ignored him, she made up for it later. Meredith always played a, safer by Emma's rule and easier for Meredith's little legs, football game with all of her siblings and Liam was more than happy to adapt to this rule.

When Liam was one year and nine months, his baby brother Jesse David Jones was born- Henry laughing over how many siblings he has before remembering how he has so many and looking rather pale. Liam isn't too sure on his baby brother, Jesse only being three months old and only just learning to hold his head up, the two year old cautious around him and clinging to his dad- wanting just as much as attention as before.

Henry is now twenty one, Taylor is very excited for her twentieth birthday despite the fact it's in six months while Dawn is comfortable being seventeen, Oliver turned eleven a few weeks ago while screaming in happiness with the five year old Meredith and two year old Liam, while Emma is holding onto her hopes that the three month old Jesse will stay forever his age.

Huffing out a sigh, Killian stumbles down the stairs to do his usual morning routine, pushing his hair back with his hand and tapping his hook lightly on the fish tank in the kitchen to wish the one fish- who he calls indestructible Dave- good morning.

Grinning, he finds Emma drinking her morning coffee while patting their dogs head, and he resists the urge to roll his eyes at the German Shepard, leg going twenty miles per hour and tail whacking the side of the couch, content look on his face. "Wow." He comments, Emma smiling up at him and the do leaping up to greet him- almost knocking him over in the process.

He rubs under the dogs chin with the curve of his hook, walking into the kitchen and almost tripping over him as he trails in between his legs. "Oi, mate, give me a second, I have many other babies than you."

To his surprise, the dog sits and waits obediently and he wonders if he has the right dog, trying to ignore the paranoia as he makes his morning tea, going to sit by Emma with a sigh- who giggles at him and strokes his hair back. "Morning."

"Hm..." He sips at his tea, finally allowing the dog to greet him with morning kisses. "I'm tired already."

Emma grins, nudging him. "Meredith still on about a rabbit?" He nods, rolling his eyes, sighing. "Just say yes, she'll shut up-"

"No she won't!" He frowns, sipping his tea. "I've said to her, love, we have," He sits up and puts his tea down to list it. "An unkillable fish, a big ass dog, two cats I don't know the names of, a hamster, horses... we don't need any more." She giggles, taking his hand. "I'm blaming Dave for her loving animals, buying her a horse at two months..."

"Charlie and Jake by the way, the cats." He nods, but knows it won't go in. "And the hamster is only for the week while Ollie take care of it, but God I hate that thing! Besides, Capt'n Jack, or in your eyes our 'big ass dog' was your desperate wish when we adopted Taylor so shush." She boops his nose and he wrinkles it at her.

"Yeah but who took in the stray kittens three years ago?" He looks pointedly at her, and she grins, kissing him softly to shut him up. "Sorry, not rabbit."

"Why?"

"Cause, love, if we get her one, all our kids will want one, I don't think my wallet can take it." She raises an eyebrow, knowing he's always got a wad of cash hidden somewhere. "She's getting a holiday, not a rabbit, that is it."

Jack whimpers at him, nudging his arm, but Killian shakes his head. "Not you too, traitor..." Killian frowns at him, but looks into his eyes and can't be mad so he just strokes him behind the ears. "Still no more animals, please," He looks to Emma. "Please, Swan, help me."

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to her." Emma pulls him close, laughing at his misfortune. "I'll tell her to stop pestering you but you know what'll happen, as soon as Dawn hears she'll yell at you."

"Well aware."

Not even two weeks later he has his third oldest child scowling at him, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears as he ignores her in favor of cooing to Jesse, eyes hard and unforgiving, but she looks like she'll pout if he even looks at her so he's sticking away. "No."

With a grunt and a groan, she sits herself up on a kitchen stool and crosses her arms at him. "Dad."

"Dawn." He replies, looking up at her while bouncing his youngest.

"Dad." He raises an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "I am seventeen years old." Killian nods, pretending to look shocked. "And I am the best of all of your children, most mature," He rolls his eyes. "You can trust me, entirely and completely, when I tell you, that your children will look after a bunny."

He scoffs, shaking his head at her and she sighs, throwing her arms up into the air in surrender. "Fine! But don't let Meredith say I didn't try."

"For all of a minute, I'll let her know your struggle." She nods, fanning herself, leaning back in her seat. "I mean, it was like doing a hike in the desert with no water, really horrifying and scary."

She hums in agreement and he resists the urge to point out his sarcasm, but then she leaps up from her seat and takes Jesse from his arms to go play and he might have to thank her for the peace and quiet.

However, like most of his quiet time, it's short lived by her walking back in, baby at her hip and stern look on her face. "For leaving you alone, I want a deal."

"You didn't leave me alone." He points out and she hisses at him, Jesse cooing at her from his place on her bouncing hip. "But continue..."

"I have a date tonight with Dean," He groans and she smirks. "Our three month anniversary, he said he wanted to something special, and I wanted to know if I can stay out past my curfew... by an hour."

"Not a shot in hell, and I've been there." He stands from his seat, walking across the kitchen to make some tea, but feels bad and sighs. "Half hour."

"Forty five minutes-"

"Twenty," She gasps and he turns to raise an eyebrow at her. "Try me I'll lower it down to ten, thirty minutes and not a second later?" She nods, grinning and scurrying out of the room.

"Love you Dad!"

Taylor is arguing with him over a couple on a TV show when Dawn comes in, ten minutes later then agreed, and he ignores her in favor of correcting his second eldest on her opinions. "No, sorry lass, not a chance, they are not... OTP?"

She scoffs, tapping her ring on her mug. "Totally are! He almost died for her, it was super romantic and sad!" Taylor gushes and he raises an eyebrow, pointing to himself. "Okay yeah you did die and it was probably very sad, but you're alive and the best dad in the world..." She sugar coats, spotting Dawn creeping up the stairs, smirking.

"Don't I know it." He winks at her reaching for his own mug while Taylor grins wickedly at Dawn, who's miming that she can't say a word. "Dawn I can see you, stop miming."

Dawn's groan is so loud it drowns out Taylor's cackle of a laugh, Dawn slowly walking down the stairs with an embarrassed look on her face, Taylor smirking while hiding her face into her mug. "What time do you call this, Dawnie?"

"Shut up, Taylor!"

"Shut up, D-"

"Shut up both of you!" Killian groans, eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. "Dawn, go to bed, it's a school night... we'll talk later." Dawn scurries up the stairs and Taylor frowns, eyebrows furrowing together.

"Dad!"

"Taylor, stop taunting her, you've done worse." He frowns, shaking his head at her. "I've had to punish you for vandalism and crap like that, I'm just glad you've kept your head down and studied..."

"Hm..." She agrees, frowning. "Sorry, I was messing around."

He nods, tapping her hand and taking her empty mug to make more tea. "I know..." He grins at her, making their tea. "Now please pick another couple I can thrash, lass."

"Done and ready, daddy-o."

Thanks so much for reading. This chapter was obviously focused around Killian's relationships with his kids but next I'm starting properly with the main storyline, anyway, review or kudos or whatever you do! :)