A/N: This is for the Cherish the Peanut Week - Day 1: Milestones, and for the amazing lala-kate - you rock, girl! Thank you for bringing this idea to life!

In this story, little Hazel is five, and so is Neal jr., Roland is ten and Henry is eighteen - probably it's not canon, but anyway :) Enjoy!

DAY 1 - MILESTONES

- You can fly -

The bell rang and Emma rose up from her chair to open the door. As she did it, her vision was entirely occupied by a mop of red hair. Little Hazel had jumped directly in her arms.

"Auntie Emma!" the girl exclaimed, hugging her neck.

"Whoa, easy there, kid," smiled the blonde. She shifted Hazel to her side, and she greeted her other guests.

"Hello, Madam Mayor" she smiled, and moved aside to let Regina pass.

"Miss Swan, could you please teach your pirate how to park properly?" snorted the queen.

"He's practicing," informed Emma. "Hi, Robin"

"Hi" he answered, closing the door behind him. "Ignore Regina, she thought we were late"

"You're just in time," informed Emma, as they moved towards the living room. Henry was already there, sitting on the floor with Roland and Killian.

"No, you see," he explained, as Roland leaned in to watch, "the disc goes here, and then you push," he pressed a button and the device attracted the DVD to the inside.

"Has he eaten it?" asked Killian. Emma repressed a laugh and Henry shook his head. "He's reading it," he said, a defeated look on his face.

"I'll never understand this bloody technology," he muttered. "Oh, hello, your majesty, Robin" he greeted. "And the little princess! Doesn't uncle Killian get a hug too?"

Hazel descended Emma's arms to fly in his embrace, and she giggled a little when he tickled her hips. Regina looked at Emma, who was watching Hazel and Hook intensely. The blonde met her gaze and blushed. Oh, there's something going on here, thought Regina, hiding a smile.

"Hi, mom," said Henry and she diverted her attention to her son, going to hug him. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, mommy!" added Hazel, disentangling from Killian's arms and joining them.

"Oh, I'm more than ready," grinned Regina. "I look forward to see the pirate's face…"

"It will be dashing as always, no matter what I'll see" replied Killian.

"Come on, let's begin," urged Henry. They settled on the sofa, and Regina went immediately to cuddle in Robin's arms.

"Your hands are cold, milady," he protested when she laid them on his arm.

"Would you like a fireball to warm you up?" she proposed.

"Okay, now shut up, I'll press play" said Henry, still toying with the DVD player.

"Swan, come here," said Killian, and Emma sat between him and Regina with a bowl of popcorns. The familiar music of every Disney movie began to play, and Henry went to sit on the floor between Roland and Hazel, who was resting her head against her father's knee.

The second star to the right shines in the night for you
To tell you that the dreams you plan really can come true.
The second star to the right shines with a light so rare
And if it's Neverland you need its light will lead you there.

"Are you kidding me?" protested Killian, hearing the words.

"We said no comments" pointed out Emma.

"It will be difficult, if that's this world's version of Neverland" muttered the pirate. The story began and the Darlings brothers were fighting with a fake hook. Hazel started to giggle, because Killian was whispering well-audible words under his breath – Oh come on, that hook is ridiculous, and That wouldn't be the proper way to draw a map, and The real shadow wasn't so nice – before Emma put some popcorns in his mouth to shut him up.

"Mom, is that Tinkerbell?" asked Roland, fascinated by the moving figures. Regina met Robin's gaze and smiled before answering, "Yes, sweetie," and the boy nodded. "She's cute," he approved. Hazel climbed her father's legs to sit on his lap, and Regina dropped a kiss on her curly hair.

Peter Pan began to fly around the room, and the little girl widened her eyes. "You know, Hazel," Henry turned his head towards her, "I flied like that too"

"You did?" asked Hazel, and her mouth opened in a comic, little O. Robin felt Regina's hand tighten around his arm – she didn't like to revive the hellish trip in Neverland, but clearly, the memories of his flights were good memories for her son. He squeezed slightly her hand, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Think of a wonderful thought
Any merry little thought
Think of Christmas, think of snow
Think of sleigh bells
Off you go, like reindeer in the sky

You can fly! You can fly! You can fly!

"So, if I think wonderful thoughts, I'll be able to fly, mommy?" asked Hazel.

"Well, you'll need the pixie dust, baby," Regina answered. "Auntie Tink made me fly with that, once," she smiled at Robin, both remembering page twenty-three.

"Why has everyone flown except from me?" protested the little girl.

"I didn't fly!" exclaimed Roland from his place on the floor.

"But you saw the shadow!" Hazel crossed her arms. "And so did Daddy!"

"That shadow wasn't a good thing, lass," said Killian.

"Hazel, be quiet," whispered her mother, and she took the girl in her arms. "Let's do this," she proposed. "Try to think of lovely thoughts and see if you manage to fly without the dust, okay?"

Think of the happiest things
It's the same as having wings
Take the path that moonbeams make
If the moon is still awake
You'll see him wink his eye

You can fly, you can fly! You can fly!

Hazel closed her eyes and concentrated, as she had been told.

She thought of her mommy, of her goodnight kisses, of her smile when she had picked her first apple from the tree, of her perfume when she embraced her after coming home. She thought of her daddy, of when he read her stories, of when he helped her tie her shoes and when he ruffled her hair. She thought of when Henry had helped her hide her orange cat in the garage. She thought of Roland, of when he had given her his stuffed monkey as a gift.

She felt a strange feeling coming from her belly – a warm, light sensation, and she directed it towards the outside, without thinking. She opened her eyes, and felt many different things all together.

Everyone was staring at her, even her brothers were turned towards her, and the popcorns Emma had on her bowl were all on the floor. But this was not the most surprising thing.

All the candles her aunt kept in the living room were fluctuating, and little flames were burning on the top. She felt her mother's gentle touch on her hip. "Hazel," Regina whispered, careful not to startle her. "Baby, now focus. Make the candles go down, slowly"

She closed her eyes again, too surprised to protest or react, and tried to do the same thing as before. She didn't know what exactly she was doing, but she focused on the sensation of when her father put her down on the ground, after holding her in his arms. She felt her mother's hand tighten and she opened her eyes. The candles were now back at their original place. She smiled, and the flames burnt a little higher.

Regina sensed that Hazel hadn't let go the magic yet, so she continued to instruct her: "Hazel, stop the flow now". The girl held her breath, suddenly worried, and the candles returned back to normal.

"Mommy, what have I done?"

"You used magic for the first time, sweetheart," smiled Regina, and at her words, everyone in the room relaxed.

"Great job, kid," said Emma, ruffling her hair.

"You have been very good," said her father, hugging her, "a real Mills girl indeed" he chuckled, looking at Regina.

"She used light magic, didn't she?" asked Henry.

"I think so," answered Regina. "After all, evil isn't born, it's made," she smiled. "And now it's time for some lessons, sweetie," she said to Hazel.

"You'll teach me?" asked the girl, and her mother nodded. "Me, Auntie Mal and also Auntie Emma," she grinned, looking at the blonde. Emma widened her eyes, starting to shake her head, but Hazel turned towards her, a huge smile on her face.

"Please, Auntie Emma!" she asked, and Emma gave up. "If you look at me like this, kid," she said.

"In this way you'll practice, Swan," said Killian, and Emma shot him a deadly glare.

"What?" asked Henry, sensing there was something the pirate wasn't saying.

"Nothing" dismissed Emma.

"Swan, spit it out," said Regina, a knowing smile on her lips.

"Fine," Emma rolled her eyes and took Killian's hand. "Henry, I know you have already two brothers… but," she held her breath, "I think you'll have a third in some months"

"Yes!" Henry lifted from his position to hug his mother.

"I knew it," grinned Regina. "Does your mother know?"

"Yes, I told her yesterday," answered Emma, still engulfed in Henry's embrace.

"I can't believe Snow actually kept a secret," muttered the queen, and Robin let out a laugh. "Congratulations, mate," he said to Killian.

"Mommy, what does that mean?" asked Hazel.

"It means Emma and Uncle Killian are expecting a baby, Hazel," answered her mother.

"Oh," nodded the girl. "Will you teach me anyway, Auntie Emma?"

"Sure," answered the blonde.

"Oh, come on!" Hazel jumped slightly at the sound of Killian's voice. He had thrown a look to the television, Peter Pan still playing. Peter and the Darlings had just met Captain Hook.

"And that one would be me, Swan?"