A/N: This is my very first fanfiction, and really the first thing I have written in YEARS. But I had ONCE dream about CS and just couldn't get away from this idea. I hope you enjoy it and please feel free to comment with anything constructive for me. This is going to be multi-chapter and the whole story is written, I just need to find time to type it up. Disclamer: I don't own Captain Swan or any of the OUAT Characters.

Chapter One.

Emma awoke to a light giggle near her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and squirmed back into the warmth behind her. The giggle was heard again and the arms around her stomach tightened, pulling her back into the hard body behind her.

"If we lay here long enough, maybe she'll find a new victim." Emma murmured. She felt the lips in her hair form into a smirk, and then a tiny finger poked her on the nose.

"It was a nice thought, Love, but I don't think she will be appeased that easily," Killian laughed behind her, his accent thickened with sleep.

"Momma! Daddy! It's Saturday!" The little girl's voice whined. "It's pamcake time!" Emma finally opened her eyes to see her 3 year old daughter leaning across the bed with her nose right next to hers. Brilliant blue eyes, just like her father's, met hers and a huge smile broke out on her little face.

"Pamcakes it is, Melanie" Emma finally gave in as her daughter started cheering. The tiny girl jumped off the bed and started bouncing on her toes, long blonde hair tousled with sleep and her pink nightshirt swirling around her.

"Clothes first, Little Love, we will meet you in the kitchen," Killian chuckled as Melanie ran off into the other room. Emma started to roll out of bed, but Killian pulled her more securely into his arms. "It'll probably take her awhile to find the 'perfect' outfit for today," he murmured huskily into Emma's ear.

She giggled and put her arms around his neck as their lips met. They kissed sweetly until Emma pulled back and looked into his eyes. She smiled at him until a cloud of confusion passed over her face.

"What is it, Love?" Killian asked.

"I just feel like something is…off. Something is, I don't know, missing?" Emma tried to put what she was feeling into words. Killian thought hard and tried to clear his sleep muddled mind.

"I think…" he started, then the sound of a baby crying interrupted him.

"Oh! There he is." Emma smiled. "The morning just isn't complete without YOUR son crying," Emma smirked at Killian, getting up to check on baby Liam.

"That's not very fair, Emma!" Killian called after her as she walked out of the room. He sighed and laid back down, trying to make his mind catch the fleeting thought that was interrupted before.

"Daddy!" Melanie shouted as she launched herself onto the bed, dressed in a sparkly yellow shirt and purple tutu. "Pamcakes now pwease!"

"Very well, Little One" Killian said, shaking his head and picking up his squealing daughter to carry her to the kitchen. The thought he was trying to chase down was gone anyway.

Melanie's squealing continued all the way to the kitchen until Killian set her in her booster at the table. "Pamcakes! Pamcakes! Pamcakes, pwease!" she chanted as Emma entered the room with her black haired green eyed one and a half year old perched on her hip.

"Indoor voice, Sweetie," she said and Melanie continued her chant in a whispered voice.

"Good morning, Little One," Killian kissed his son on the forehead as the boy gurgled contentedly. Emma set Liam in his high chair and set about getting his breakfast together as Killian started on the pancakes. Moving with a practiced ease around each other and through the kitchen with laughs and smiles and loving touches, the couple prepared breakfast for their children.

As they brought everything to the table and sat down, Emma looked around in confusion.

"What is it, Love?" Killian asked her.

"I just feel like there is something important missing." Emma said with concern. She and Killian tried to place what it was, until Melanie shouted "Syrup!"

"Of course!" Emma laughed as Killian stood up. A quiet banging interrupted him on his way to the cupboard. He looked at Emma, a question written across his face. Emma shrugged her shoulders and was about to reply when the banging grew more persistent.

"…mma! ...ook! Open…" a very muffled shouting could be heard coming from the door. Killian headed over to see who was interrupting their breakfast.