Emma flopped herself out of bed and headed for the baby's room. It was one in the morning, but, like a perfectly working clock, her little one was hungry, again.

Emma slowly popped the door open, not wanting to wake anyone else in the house.

When she opened the door though, she saw that she wasn't the only one up.

Sitting in the rocking chair in the corner was Killian, with their daughter in his arms, singing. Emma couldn't tell what he was singing, she supposed it was some old lullaby from the sea, but it didn't matter. Just his voice and how it could soothe their little girl, as much as it could soothe her, made her smile. She quietly backed out of the room and stood against the wall, listening to her husband sing. He really did have one of the most beautiful voices in the world, she thought.

Emma stood, listening to him, until he stopped. Then she scurried back to their bed, not wanting him to know she spied on a private moment of his, and went back to sleep, dreaming of his singing.