"Our kid is the luckiest in the entire universe," Emma grumbled, struggled to pull the leather pants up her legs. Killian tried to hide his amusement, he really did, but when the pants slipped from her grip once again, falling to her ankles - once fucking again,- he couldn't have held his snickers in if he tried.
"Hey!" she snapped, her glare intensifying. "This is all your fault. So, shut up and help me."
Still chuckling, he pointed to her pants, his eyes shining with mirth. "Love, you have the pants on the wrong way," he managed to get out before he was once again in fits, holding his stomach as he laughed.
Emma felt her face go red with embarrassment and anger as she quickly put them back on correctly, the pants sliding up much easier now. "This is still your fault."
"Oh, no," he shook his head, grinning wide. "You were the one who promised our child anything to get her to sleep."
"And you were the idiot who suggested we enact her bedtime story!" she cried, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. "IN COSTUME!"
He winced, "Careful with the yelling, Swan. A man's ears get sensitive as he ages."
She rolled her eyes, stomping away to Lyla's room, grumbling about 'centuries old pirates' and their 'fucking charm'.
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"Mama, you're not doing the voice right!" Lyla chirped, her eyes wide with no hint of exhaustion, unlike Emma, who looked like she was going to fall asleep standing, her eyes drooping wearily.
"Baby, mama's tired. How about we finish with this and you go to sleep, hm?" she suggested, turning to her husband, all decked up as a prince (looking annoyingly dashing, she must say).
"But then I won't know how it ends, mama!" her little girl protested, pushing her dark, wayward curls away from her eyes, her lips pouting automatically.
"Lovebug, you've heard this story a million times now. You know how it ends. How about we continue tomorrow?" Killian coaxed, pulling her blanket up closer.
"But daddy," she whined, her eyes widening and - uh oh, she was puppy-doging him. He always falls for it, and then she'd have to do the fucking voices.
No, no. Stay strong, Killian, she mentally urged her husband, subtly shaking her head when he threw her a desperate look over his shoulder. And she scowled severely when he sent her his own version of a puppy-dog look.
Emma sighed, "Lyla, we love you so much, but mama's exhausted, honey. If you sleep now, maybe tomorrow daddy and I will take you out for ice-cream. Does that seem fair?" she asked, stroking her under the chin, making her girl giggle and nod, her curls bouncing adorably.
"Sorry, mama. Thank you," she smiled apologetically, with all the poise and grace of a little princess, making Emma's heart melt.
"Oh, that's okay, baby. Mama loves you," she whispered, pressing a long kiss to her forehead. "G'night."
"Night, mama. I love you. Love you too, daddy," she added, turning to grin at her father, her eyes hooded slightly now.
"I love you, my little pirate princess," he nuzzled her hair, tucking her in properly and kissing her good night. "Sleep tight," he whispered as she drifted off to sleep.
Emma sighed, gently closing the door and tiptoeing to their own room. She felt more than heard her husband come up behind her, his arms hugging her around the waist. "You're the best mother, Swan," he praised, his nose buried in her shoulder.
She huffed out a laugh, "And despite making he wear this ridiculous costume, you're the best father," she smiled, her hands entwining with his. Her smile soon turned into a smirk as she looked back at him, her eyes shining with something more intense. "Now, how about you help me get rid of these pants?"