A/N: Hey everyone! This chapter was inspired by Anna - thanks for the great idea =). I had a lot of fun with it, so I really hope that you all enjoy it! Also, I obviously love suggestions for future chapters...hint hint...


Impatiently, Killian sat on the couch, staring at the clock. Well, glaring. Or glowering. Nodding, he decided that that really was the best word for the situation. The clock really wasn't that interesting - every second felt like an hour and the intense concentration was going to give him a headache soon, but none of that mattered.

"Okay, that's enough."

Tearing his eyes away, Killian looked into the irritated eyes of his wife. He smiled slightly, even in the face of her irritation, at the thought of their marriage. Even though it had been seventeen years now, she was just as beautiful as the day he had fallen in love with her so many years ago in The Enchanted Forest. "Enough of what, love?" He asked innocently, even though he knew exactly what she was talking about.

She rolled her eyes and plopped down next to him on the couch, sitting sideways so that she could better fix him with her steely gaze. "Waiting around," she said. "Maggie is not going to be happy if you are here when she gets back."

He shrugged, unconcerned. "I think I can handle some teenage annoyance." Their daughter, named after Mary Margaret, had developed quite a passionate temper after going through puberty. He was actually quite proud of her stubbornness - she took after Emma in that regard. However, the downside was that living with the two of them was sometimes, well, difficult was the nicest way he could put it.

Arching an eyebrow at him, Emma asked, "You sure about that?" She didn't pause to let him answer before she continued in a softer voice, "Do you want to talk about it, Killian? This really is normal."

"There's nothing to talk about," he grumbled, refusing to meet her gaze. No matter what she said, he was positive that it wasn't normal for sixteen-year old girls to have boyfriends. And he was going to put a stop to it before the foolishness got out of hand.

"Well," she scooted closer, draping her legs over his lap, "Maybe I can distract you instead?" She leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips.

He chuckled, but kissed her back, grateful again for this wonderful woman in his life. Then, pulling away, he leaned back against the couch and sighed. "As much as I would love to be distracted," he said, hardly believing what he was saying, "I'm afraid that this is not the time."

"And why not?" she asked, her voice low. Dangerously so.

Patiently, he explained, "Because I have to be ready to strangle the pimply teenager that is out with my daughter all night long if he so much as lays a finger on her."

Emma laughed - it was one of his favourite sounds ever. "Killian, it's not even midnight," she pointed out in between giggles. "She's fine."

He had just decided not to press the issue when they heard a car pull up into the driveway, then the sound of voices approaching the door. "Finally." He started to get up, but Emma stopped him.

"Give them their moment," she ordered, her voice firm. That was the voice she used when she was not to be disobeyed.

To the anxious former pirate, their 'moment' seemed to last forever. His hands clenched into fists. If that boy…

He didn't have the chance to finish the thought before the door opened and Maggie walked in, a dreamy smile on her face. However, that smile quickly vanished as she saw her parents sitting on the couch, looking slightly guilty. "You were spying on me?" The outrage poured off her in waves. "How could you? Don't you trust me?"

"I...uh…"Killian was at a loss for words. "You know that I love you?"

She flung her blonde hair over her shoulder and stormed up the stairs. Killian flinched as he heard the door slam behind her.

"The joys of parenting," Emma sighed beside him.

Unable to help himself, Killian started chuckling and Emma soon joined in. "Well, now that that's over," he said in between his laughter, "How about that distraction?"

She just laughed harder as he picked her up and carried her up the stairs.


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