Ever since they brought home little Liam a month ago, it was becoming a habit to find Killian in the baby's room whenever the little boy even so much stirred in his sleep. While she missed having Killian in the bed with her, she would gladly trade that for the scene she often stumbled upon.

She would find Killian regaling stories of him and Liam when they were children and in the Navy together or even some of his pirating adventures. What warmed her heart was how he told them to their little boy. He often spoke in hushed, but enthusiastic tones so as not to startle the baby, and would tell even the most minute details, wanting to share everything with his son. In return, little Liam would stare intently at his father as if he was soaking up every last word of the marvelous tale. She would find Killian sitting in the rocking chair, with his tiny little replica, cradled in his arms or against his chest- a scene she could watch for hours."You know, you're going to turn him into a little pirate with all these stories, before my father even has a chance to make him a little prince," Emma teased from the doorway.

Unstartled, because he could always just could tell whenever Emma was near him; Killian looked up from his son and gave her a grin that made her heart melt. It was the smile that he had for her, Henry, and now Liam- their little family. Liam sensing that his mother was near, squealed with excitement in the way that babies do with their mothers and Killian waved her over. She sat on the arm of the overstuffed rocking chair and smoothed her little boy's unruly hair, similar to his father's.

"He's beautiful," Killian whispered. It seemed that he still had trouble believing that this was all real- that he finally had his happy ending right here surrounding him. "And he's all ours," Emma whispered back kissing him sweetly and then touching her forehead to his.