The ceremony finishes without a hitch, not even Hope complaining about the circumstances or the absolutely bizarre happenings over the last few… well, all of her little life. The past few months have been insane, but Regina's happy, her parents are happy, and both Henrys are grinning and greeting everyone. And Hope is here and healthy, so Emma figures the craziness is worth it.
So worth it.
It's overall mass confusion in the great hall, which is why Emma's sitting on the sidelines, holding her baby. It's not as confusing there.
Hope squeaks and Emma smiles down at her. Her bright blue eyes are open and her wisps of blonde hair are all over the place. She waves her little hands around and Emma manages to grab one fist and kiss it. She's equal parts Emma and Killian, and she's beautiful.
It's not the first time she's thought it, of course—and it won't be the last—but there's something about your child that makes you feel like you've created the most perfect thing in all of the world.
Emma hears Killian's laugh across the hall. He's talking to Henry—their Henry—and leaning down for Lucy to clamber onto his back. They're grandparents, she and Killian, and there's something about that that's just wrong. But then again, it runs in the family, and she wouldn't change it if she could. She glances over at Snow and David, who are looking down at their people and discussing grave matters with little Neal.
She feels Killian's eyes on her and she looks back to him, smiles. The soft joyous look in his eyes hasn't faded, not since Hope was born. She's pretty sure it never will.
He sets Lucy back on the ground and she runs to the other Killian. Alice laughs as Lucy hugs her and Robin before climbing on Killian's back. Emma sighs—Lucy and Hope are going to get into all of the trouble once Hope can move on her own. It's going to be great.
Killian appears before her and she can't—and won't—hold back her grin. "How's my girl?" he asks, sitting down and wrapping his arm around her in one movement. They both look down at Hope, who blinks and gurgles, just about smiles. Daddy's girl already.
"Are you okay, Swan?" Killian murmurs.
Emma leans her head on his shoulder. She's exhausted from a previously screaming baby, marginally overwhelmed from the sheer number of people, and still confused as to how there can be two versions of her son in one room—but. Henry's finally home with the rest of his family. She's surrounded by the people she loves, every single one of them. And Hope, her baby, is happy and here.
"I have you and Henry and Hope," she whispers. "It's a new world, Killian."
She hears the smile in her husband's voice. "A happy beginning."