A/N: This was written for Lena's ( .com) birthday! You are such an amazing person! Happy Birthday chica!

This started out as a one-shot that quickly spun out of control. After much convincing, I have decided to turn it into a multi-chapter fic (my first one). The good news? I already have most of it plotted and written!

A HUGE thank you to the-lady-of-misthaven, o-u-a-timer, and zengoalie for helping me edit this monster!

Now, I hope you enjoy this!

Killian wasn't listening as the woman in front of him spoke. His hand came up to comb through his hair. It was a nervous habit he had picked up from his mother. A habit that had come in handy for moments like this. Bloody hell, how could he have been so careless?

When he had landed in port that morning, Killian had actually been excited. He had missed her and it had been a very long time since he had missed anything. A very long time since he had cared for anything other than his revenge. For the first time in a long while, he had felt a glimmer of hope inside of himself.

Her name was Sarah and they had met months ago in a tavern. They had spent the night simply talking, which was something he never did. She was wild and adventurous, speaking of dreams of visiting far away places. She had a sharp tongue. She took nothing from his crew, often giving as good as she got. She reminded him of Milah, which was likely why he was so drawn to her.

It wasn't love, but it was something. Something to keep his heart warm at night. Something that reminded him of the man he used to be. The man before the pirate.

Now? Now, he wasn't sure what he should do. No. He knew exactly what he should do. He was still an honorable man. He would never leave a woman to deal with his problem.

His hand reached out and grasped hers. She stopped speaking immediately and met his eyes.

"It will be alright, Sarah. I will be here for everything. I won't abandon you." He moved to sit next to her, tucking her small body into his side. His hand tucked her auburn hair behind her ear and he kissed her forehead.

She said nothing in response, only nodded her head in agreement. Her brown eyes showed relief at his words.

When he pulled his ship into port that morning, Killian never knew how much his life was going to change. A part of him was worried. Scared to the bone. A small part of him was excited. It may not be the right time, but it was something he had always wanted deep down.

He was going to be a father.

Killian paced the hall in front of his quarters as screams echoed from his cabin. Smee sat to his right, Thomas to his left. He was too excited to sit. The blood in his body was humming, his heart beat faster. It was time. His child was ready to be born.

After he found out Sarah was pregnant, he moved her to the Jolly as quick as possible. Initially he had been terrified, but after several weeks he began to take his new role to heart.

They lived together comfortably, sharing the same room. The same bed. It was nice… having a woman on board again. Even his crew took to her well. They had made port three days ago, just in time it seemed.

More screams sounded from behind the door. What the bloody hell was taking so long? She had been in there for hours with no end in sight. They wouldn't even let him in there. His own child and they wouldn't let him in.

Killian stopped pacing as the screams seemed to quiet. A moment later, Killian heard a wail through the wood. Except, this sound was different. It was no longer Sarah screaming. It was his child.

Killian turned to the door and moved through it quickly. The sight that greeted him was one he would never forget. Sarah laid in their bed, pillows propping her up. Her hair was a mess, it stuck up in random places. Sweat glistened her skin.

In her arms she held the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. His child.

"May..can..I wan.." He could barely form words. He was a father.

Sarah smiled and gestured for him to come closer.

"Hook, I'd like you to meet your son. I thought you would like to name him." She held the baby out for him to take.

Killian hesitated staring down at his hook in disgust. Who would trust him with a child? He was no where near fit to to hold a baby, let alone his own son. He was kidding himself when he thought he could make this work. Tears unleashed from his eyes as he looked away from his son.

He felt a hand grip his arm and he looked back to see who it was. Sarah. She had a small smile on her face. From her place in the bed, she pulled him to sit next to her. She took his good arm and placed his son into it, then she grabbed his hook and placed it under the infant, in order to support his body. Then, she met his eyes.

"You are his father, Hook. He will love every part of you. Even the parts you don't love." She laid back and closed her eyes. She fell asleep moments later.

Killian stared at his son in awe. Sarah wanted him to name him and he knew just what name he wanted.

"Welcome to the world, Liam. I am your papa and I promise you, nothing will ever harm you."

He would protect his son with his dying breath if need be. After all, he was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Liam cried from his crib next to the bed. He was hungry and wanted his mum. The room around them was in shambles. Killian sat on the bed with his head in his hand. What was he supposed to do now?

For six months, they had lived a happy life. For six months they had been a family. He had put his revenge behind him, for Liam and Sarah. Content to live the rest of his days with his son.

About a week ago, Sarah had developed a fever. The healers were unable to find a cause. As the week passed she became sicker and sicker. Until, yesterday, she passed in her sleep.

He didn't even get to say goodbye. To say thank you for the wonderful gift she had given him. She was just gone.

He had let himself love her. Maybe not a love as great as Milah, but a love nonetheless. You cannot have a child with a person, live with a person, share your life with a person and not love them.

She had made his life have meaning again. It was something he would always owe to her.

Sighing, Killian stood up and placed Liam in his arms. He placed light kisses onto Liam's head to soothe him.

"It is just you and me now, wee lad. Just you and me."

He would never forget Sarah and what she had meant to him, but he had a child to care for. As much as he wanted to break - he couldn't because of Liam.

All that mattered now was Liam and his safety.

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