Emma sat at her kitchen table having the stare down of her life. She'd defeated evil queens, wicked witches, traveled through realms and time, she's even slayed a dragon for god's sake! But, nothing compared to the stubbornness of a 5 month old who doesn't want to eat his carrots.

That was what Killian walked into that afternoon; his wife, in one of his new t-shirts and sweatpants, glaring at their 5-month-old son who had a matching expression. The dreaded carrots sat between them and all over the baby seat.

"Everything alright, love?" He asked as he walked over to them and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"It will be, once your son decides to eat his lunch," She said as she tried, yet again, to make the baby eat the spoon full. But, her attempt was blocked again by a chubby hand.

"Oh so now he's my son?" Killian said with a chuckle. He smiled and scooped his son up and lifted him high, earning a delightful squeal. "Mommy just doesn't understand that us pirates don't like carrots," He smiled at Emma as she rolled her eyes.

She just sighed and started to put the carrots away, "Okay, Dad-of-the-Year, you try feeding him."

Killian gave her a mischievous smirk and walked to the fridge to grab the mashed squash, "Every pirate loves the color of gold," He said with an arrogant nod.

Emma just rolled her eyes again and left him alone as she walked into the living room. As she sat on the couch, she couldn't help but reach for the book that had become a permanent fixture on their coffee table for the last 5 months. It was a big, blue and white scrapbook with "Finn" written in big letters on the front with a picture of her newborn son. She smiled as she flipped through and remembered all the memories that had recorded so far.

Ten minutes later, Killian walked in with a triumphant smile, and squash coated shirt, and Emma couldn't but snort and laugh. Standing, she smiled and took Finn from his father's arms, "Way to go, Captain, but you got some 'gold' on your shirt," she teased.

Killian simply shook his head and shrugged, "Sometimes sacrifice is necessary."

And with that, he promptly whipped his shirt off and through it at the laundry room door. Emma, obviously caught off guard at the sudden exposure of Killian's perfectly chiseled chest, sputtered then glared at where the shirt lay.

"So you're the reason Henry can't get his clothes into the basket," Emma blushed.

"Wow love, I didn't think you wanted another baby right now, but with how hard you're blushing, I'd argue the opposite," Killian teased with a smirk and a wink.

Emma froze. This was sensitive ground for them right now. Killian was all ready for another baby. He was so smitten with Finn and thought him the perfect baby. And yes, while Finn did sleep the night relatively well and he was generally a good baby for most accounts, Emma was still reserved to the idea of having another baby so soon. Most couples today waited a year or more before having another baby, and she wasn't sure she could handle it. But Killian was so sure that she could, and it hurt her to disappoint them. And every time he brought it up, it caused Emma's insecurities to flare. Finn was, in a sense, her do over baby since she didn't a chance to try with Henry. Emma needed to prove to herself that she could take of a newborn and be a good mom.

Killian saw Emma's walls go up and in that moment he pulled her into his arms and placed a kiss on her head. "Love, you know I would never force you into having another baby. I can wait however long you need, I just like to live in my fantasies, you know that," he said with a wink. When Emma laughed, it made him grin.

"Now," He said as he dramatically pulled Finn to him and looked the baby right in the eyes, "I do believe that we have a Sunday dinner party to get ready for. We wouldn't want to hold everyone up because of Mommy's inability to resist Daddy, now would we, Finn?"

Emma just smiled and they both went to get Finn ready.

When he was done, they had managed to get him into a teal polo with crabs and anchors and blue and white pinstripe shorts. As they placed him in the bouncy seat in their room, they gave a soft high five before getting dressed themselves. Emma slipped into a water to navy ombre low cut button up blouse with white capris and sandals. Emma watched from the bed as Killian slipped into a black t-shirt and a pair of black shorts with his vans. Emma couldn't help but grin, somethings never change it seems, and for that she was happy. Having sensed his mother's good mood, Finn decided he needed to join and let out a loud squeal and kicked his little legs. Emma picked him up as Killian got the baby bag ready and then they were off to her parents for sunday dinner.

When they walked into David and Snow's new house it was awash with children. Henry and Robin sat playing video games (which Robin was sorely losing), Roland and Neal sat on the floor playing with some toys, Emma's newest sister Anna sat in her playpen playing with her stuffed bunny, and Regina's new baby girl, Lydia, sat in an automatic rocker by her father. Emma smiled as Finn squired when he spotted Henry. The boy in question immediately jumped to hold his little brother when he noticed them.

"Emma! Killian! We're glad you could make it," Snow said as she enveloped them in a hug.

David snorted in the kitchen, "Like they had much of a choice, Snow. If they hadn't shown up you would've hunted them down." Snow just stuck her tongue out and closed the door behind Emma and Killian.

Chuckling, Emma sat next to Robin on the couch and Killian immediately grabbed up Neal and Roland and spun them around under his arms, making them shriek and laugh. Unfortunately, the loud noises woke up Lydia and she started crying. Regina scooped up the little girl and glared at Killian and the boys.

"Just great, I had just gotten her down."

Killian just smiled and winked. Once Lydia was settled again, Snow called them to dinner. The food was incredible of course, but the company was better. The men bantered and teased each other and the kids were all happy and behaving for once. Everyone at the table was surrounded by their happy ending.