Thank you all so much for the love and support! I'm glad you guys liked the first, and there's so much more to come. I'm in such a Christmas-y mood, I could fly Santa's sleigh with sheer willpower.

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Day 2: Making Christmas Cards

Killian tugged at the collar that was tight around his neck. Entirely too tight for his liking. He was used to light, breathable fabric that really only had buttons for show. Something so constricting was not in his every day wardrobe, even after he had gone over to the modern side of fashion. He failed to see why they needed to dress up in such ridiculous clothing, but Emma had been persistent, and frankly, quite persuasive. That was the only reason he agreed to wear the bloody thing.

That had been days before, and now, standing in the living room wearing a reindeer sweater, with bells of all things on it, he was starting to regret his decision to cave so quickly. He'd been wearing it for an hour and the jingling still caught him off guard every time he moved. To say he felt ridiculous would be an injustice. He was the fiercest pirate to roam the seas; he didn't wear animals on his clothing.

Emma straightened Henry's stocking over the fireplace next to where they were planning on standing. Killian still wasn't exactly sure what the whole deal was with the Christmas card they were making, as she had called it. All he knew was that they were going to memorialize that moment forever, and he wasn't sure he wanted to remember what he looked like with a deer on his chest. But then he spotted Emma smiling his way, and it made his resistance to the whole thing melt away.

The things her smile could do to him.

He chastised himself for even thinking anything negative about the whole experience. He had a family to celebrate things with. That was something he hadn't been able to say for such a long time, and, honestly, didn't think he ever would be able again. But he was finally and truly happy with the woman he loved more than life itself and a boy he loved as if he were his own flesh and blood. If he had to wear a thousand funny sweaters to make them happy, he would gladly do it.

The music from the Christmas CD that had been playing since Thanksgiving night flowed through the first story of the house as Henry bolted down the stairs in his sweater. He donned a blue one with a family of snowmen having a snowball fight. Killian would have much rather been wearing that sweater, but Emma was adamant that he wear the reindeer one.

"I feel a bit like an animal you need to keep track of, Swan," Killian commented as he picked up his mug from the coffee table and took sip of cocoa. He stood up then, the bells ringing to drive his point home.

Emma couldn't help but chuckle as he came closer. "I thought it was a nice contrast to your usually serious personality," she said, flicking one of the bells with her finger, laughing again.

He could see her eyes light up and could tell how much she loved being able to just laugh. It was something they cherished now, not wanting to take moments that caused it for granted. It was their first Christmas together; it had been a lot of first holidays that year, and they made sure to take in all of it. Killian assumed that's why she was going all out for the holiday. Mary Margaret had told her she'd been a bit of a Grinch, whatever that meant, during their first Christmas together. And while he was still getting the hang of the holidays in the realm he now called home, he knew that they were important.

A smirk made its way up Killian's lips as he moved in closer, nudging his nose against hers. "You know damn well I can be very playful," he said, teasingly raising an eyebrow.

"Killian, I'm right here," Henry said, feigning annoyance at their flirting. They all knew he was just happy to see his mom happy.

"Sorry, lad," he said, taking a step back, scratching behind his ear. "So what exactly are we doing, Swan?"

Emma smiled at him before she moved behind the camera she had set up on a tripod, making sure it was perfectly aligned how she wanted it. "We're going to take a picture, and then I'm going to print out a bunch of them surrounded by a Christmas theme and send them out to our family." She gave the camera one final nudge before being happy with the angle in the lens. "Hence the Christmas sweaters. It's a Christmas card. To let our family know how much we love them and are thinking about them."

"And I don't suppose you could just tell them in person, love?" Killian teased, leaning against the side of the fireplace. "Given that they live only about two clicks down the road."

"It's not the same, love," she teased back, trying to mimic his accent. When she heard a chuckle from Henry she turned to him and smiled. "Alright. Let's do this. Killian, you'll stand on one side of Henry, and I'll stand on the other." She started to press the button on the camera when she stopped, looking up at her boyfriend. "Now this is a timer setting, so when I click the button, it's about 10 seconds before the picture is taken, so no moving from the pose."

"Yes, m'lady." Killian bowed his head for effect, causing Emma to roll her eyes.

As soon as she thought they were ready, Emma pressed the button, dashing around the tripod to take her place next to Henry. They all gave their best smiles, wrapping their arms around each other tightly. Tight hugs were something they had taken to very quickly, not wanting to let go. For many reasons. It was just a few more seconds before the bulb flashed, blinding them temporarily.

Emma rushed over to the camera, frowning when she flipped to the picture. "Damn it. Both of you blinked. Stay there."

They retook the picture six times, and Killian fell in love with her a little more that night.