A/N: Inspired when I saw that they do in fact sell pirate ship beds at Toys 'R Us and I could totally just imagine Killian's absolute delight at that fact.


She sees it before he does, and she curses the damn waddle she's had to adopt these last few months because otherwise she would have been able to quickly redirect him before it had caught his attention. But alas, the fates apparently had other plans for her that day.

She knows the moment he sees it too because he suddenly stops dead in his tracks, brilliant blue eyes growing wide with wonder, and she doesn't even bother smothering the groan as he leaves her side with four quick strides of his long legs to get a closer look. "Swan, look!" he calls. In his excitement, his voice takes on the tone of a boy on Christmas morning.

"It's a pirate ship!" And Emma just rolls her eyes, but try as she might, she can't stop the grin tugging up at the corners of her mouth. "Yes, Killian. I can see that," she says as he moves around the large plastic pirate ship shaped bed.

Judging from the bed sheets that are on the store's model, the bed is supposed to be a replica of the Jolly Roger from the television show "Jake and the Neverland Pirates". (It makes her think of the time that Henry decided to turn on the cartoon one Saturday morning-which resulted in Killian cursing a blue streak as his ears tinted pink at the truly unflattering animated incarnation of himself.) But despite the bed's association with the "abominable piece of entertainment" , the grin on his face as he looks at the bed is bright enough to light the streets of Storybrooke and her heart does a little flutter at the sight.

"We have to get it, Emma!" Killian exclaims.

He walks around to the other of it, inspecting the little lights that sit on either side of it, opening the little cubbies that are situated at the head of the bed, muttering to himself about storage space and functionality.

Emma sighs. "No, Killian. We can't."

The look he gives her is absolutely thunderstruck. "But… but. Pirate ship, Swan!"

"Yes and we are here to look for cribs, Killian. That bed is meant for a three year old, at best!"

And the man actually pouts, he freaking pouts, at her in reply. (And its times like these that Emma wonders how in the world he was ever able to build up a reputation as a fearsome pirate captain when he looks at her like a god damn puppy). She can't help but soften a little at the way his blue eyes sparkle as he invades her space and rests his hand on her hip. Her voice is gentle when she says, "I just think our little pirate will have to wait a bit to upgrade to the pirate ship," Emma says, resting her hand on her rounded belly."I'm not saying no, just… not today. Okay?"

"As you wish, darling," Killian replies with a grin. He gives her cheek a gentle peck before he threads his fingers with hers and tugs her back down the aisle towards the store's selection of cribs. He glances back over his shoulder at the bed for one last look, head tilted contemplatively. "Besides, it's not that great a likeness to the Jolly Roger. Maybe I could send some sketches to Marco and have him recreate the ship out of wood. Much better quality than that plastic nonsense."

Emma just sighs and shakes her head at her pirate, knowing that this is just the first of many extravagant plans for their child and knows that this kid will end up spoiled rotten (between her husband and overjoyed parents and everyone else in town, she knows she is so screwed). But as she watches her husband look at all the little baby items with unrestrained glee ("Look, Swan! This burp cloth looks like a treasure map!"), she can't find in herself to even remotely care.


A/N: So this may turn into a drabble series cause I'm a sucker for Daddy!Killian and there is never enough.

Let me know what you think. Reviews are always appreciated!