"Emma! Darling, please!" She couldn't help but smile, shaking her head slightly. It had been six months since she had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, but her husband still couldn't handle swaddling the baby on his own. To be fair, it wasn't the easiest task, if you had only one hand you could use and Lia really wasn't the calmest baby, either. She was an angel, usually, especially when her daddy played around with her. But as soon as someone tried to remove her diapers, she'd start kicking like hell and paddling with her arms like a tiny little duckling trying to escape the cold waters underneath her.
"Nope, sorry." Emma shouted, so Killian could hear her from the kitchen. "It's your turn!"
"But Emmaaaa…!" Now she was grinning. Emma was clearly enjoying this. They had agreed to give her a night off, since Emma hadn't really left the house for the past six months. She was waiting for this day for too long to give in now. She was supposed to meet Mary Margaret, Belle and Ruby at the bar, later that night. Emma wasn't the type that enjoyed girls-nights that much, but she knew she needed this. As much as she loved her new life, with her perfectly imperfect husband, Henry and their precious little baby girl, it was all still very new to her. The lack of sleep made her feel like a zombie most of the time and on somedays, when her breasts swole to twice their usual size, she couldn't help but feel like a dairy cow, who was waiting to get milked. But tonight she wouldn't think about any of this. She promised it to herself.
"Done," she finally said to herself, blowing dry her nails she had painted while Killian was still trying to swaddle Lia. Emma jumped of the bar stool, hearing all kind of sounds from the living room. When she arrived there, she leaned at the door, just looking at the scene. Killian was wearing his hand prosthesis, holding Lia's legs down while wrapping the sticky ends of the diaper around his little daughter's tiny waist with his other hand. He was telling her a story, about pirates and mermaids, fairies and lost boys. The girl was so enchanted by her father's voice that she remained totally still. When he was done, he laughed, lifting the toddler into the air.
"HAHA! There you are, good girl!" he laughed. Then he turned around to the door, hearing the sound of Emma's shoes against the wooden floor, proudly grinning at her, as if he'd won a nobel prize or something equally as important. Emma smiled back at him and as she came closer to her family, it became more and more clear to her; for once in her life she had made the right choices.