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From her spot in the doorway Emma watches as Killian sleeps with a little smile despite being cramped on the small toddler's bed—their two-year old son Liam asleep in his arms. While sweet, the part that most fills her with warmth, is that Liam is dressed in his pirate garb complete with hat. It's his favorite thing to where anytime or anywhere. There's even times when he'll not answer to anything but Captain.
She knows that Liam's bedtime story was yet another watered down tale of grand adventure that Killian once had. Or, one of the many he'd shared with her. Forever following in his father's footsteps their little boy is.
Liam Killian Jones is the pride of Killian's life.
Of hers too.
Born two years after their return from the Underworld and almost a year after Emma married her true love. With dark hair and green eyes, he is the very best of both of them. The gift that made everything more than worth it.
Sleepy blue eyes flutter open and the smile gets brighter. "Hello, love."
"Hello," she whispers, walking over to remove Liam's hat and card fingers through his hair and kiss her husband's brow. "Nice night with the little Captain?"
"Only the best. We saved the crew from wicked sea monsters," Killian told her with a smirk and wiggled brow. "Have you been here long, Swan?"
Emma's last name might've become Jones, but knew she'd forever be his Swan. It still gave her butterflies; not that she would ever tell him that.
"For a minute or so. It's a view that's hard to resist you know."
Killian's eyes became brighter and opened his other arm, "Then you should join the lad and I. You might even enjoy that better."
Unable to resist, she climbed into the tiny bed with them, snuggled up to her husband and held his hand on their son's back. After feeling him place a kiss in her hair, she kissed his neck in return. He was right (like usual) that this feeling was bliss.
"The little moments," she murmured into his shoulder.
"Aye, Swan, the little moments."
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