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Charlotte sat in the small bay window and watched as the raindrops ran down. She was holding little races in her head to see which one would win each race. As much as she enjoyed these 'rain races' they weren't as fun as what she was meant to have done today. Her Daddy had promised to take her out on the Jolly Roger, just the two of them while Mommy worked, but the rain had soon put a stop to that. She didn't care about the rain and had begged him all morning to still take her out on the ship, but he had said something about a storm coming and how he wouldn't feel safe taking her out during a storm.

So now she found herself stuck inside the house with nothing to do. Her father had told her that was a lie when she said she had nothing to do. Apparently it wasn't that she had nothing to do, because she had plenty of toys to play with, but it was that there was nothing she wanted to do. Which was true. All she wanted to do was to go sailing on the Jolly Roger.

"Lottie, Are you sure you don't want to do some drawing?" Her father asked for the third time as he came to sit next to her.

"No," she pouted as she stared out the window.

"Look, love, I know you were desperate to go out today, and so was I, but I have to put your safety first. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you out there."

"But nothing would, Daddy, you're the best captain!"

"Aye, but the weather can be unpredictable, and I can't risk taking you out alone. Hopefully this storm shall pass tonight and we will be able to go sailing tomorrow."

"You Promise?" she asked as she crawled from where she was sat to Killian's lap.

"If the weather is better then yes love, I promise," he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her against him. "What shall we do in the mean time?"

Charlotte rested her head against his chest and thought for a moment. "Can we play dress up?"

"And what would you like to dress up as today?" He knew that it would be one of two things: a princess or a pirate.

"A princess!" she grinned.

"And a princess you shall be," he stood up with her still in his arms and carried her to the playroom where her dressing up box sat. "Which princess dress shall it be today?" he asked as he placed her on the floor.

Charlotte opened the box and began to rummage through all the dresses that sat in there before pulling out her favourite pink dress. It was a simple satin dress, with thick shoulder straps, a white ribbon which sat around her middle, with a little flower on the right side and a couple of layers of netting which sat under the skirt of the dress to make it poof out.

With some help from Killian, Charlotte managed to take her own clothes off before putting the dress on. "Look, I'm a princess," she giggled as she twirled around causing the dress to float around her.

"You are always a princess," Killian told her as he watched her twirling around in front of him. "I know your mother doesn't like to admit it, but she's a princess and so are you."

"That makes you a prince, Daddy," Charlotte said as she made her way back over to her dressing up box to find her plastic crown.

"Aye, I guess you could say your Mother and I are the Prince and Princess of the seas."

"Cos your pirates too?" Charlotte placed the now found crown on top of her head. "Do you think Mommy prefers being a pirate to a princess?"

"I'm not sure," Killian came over and sat on the floor in front of his daughter and pulled her onto his lap. "I know what her favourite title is though."

"What's that?"

"Being your Mommy"

Charlotte giggled as she snuggled up to him. "She liked when she got to be a Princess in Henry's book; she told me."

"Aye, that was a good time, the first time your Mother ever attended a royal ball, and I was the lucky man who got to accompany her."

"Grandma and Grandpa are always telling me about them, are they fun?" She asked, looking up at him with curious eyes.

"When you go with the right person they are the most fun. There is lots of dancing, not the kind your brother does when he's in his room and thinks we're not watching, but traditional dancing, delicious food and sometimes they'd even put on some fireworks at the end of the night." Killian hadn't been to many balls himself, but he had enjoyed the few he'd got to attend. He especially enjoyed the one he went to with Emma.

"What's 'ditional dancing?"

"It's when a man leads a woman around the dance floor..."

"Can you dance, Daddy?" Charlotte interrupted excitedly bouncing up and down on his lap.

"Aye, I can dance a little," Killian scratched behind his ear nervously.

"Will you dance with me?" She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes.

"How can I say no to them gorgeous eyes. Now stand up, and I shall have a dance with you."

"Yay! Thank you Daddy!"

They both stood up, and Killian took hold of his daughter's hand and let her hold his hook in her other. He'd always worn his hook around her; although when she'd been a young baby, he tended to wear his fake hand, which he had hated as he was never really able to do anything with it. As she got older, he started to wear the hook more. He hadn't wanted her to be scared of it and thankfully she wasn't. He even wondered if she really even noticed it any more.

"Right now, follow my lead," Killian began to move around the floor, but it very quickly became apparent to him that Charlotte may be a bit small to dance properly with him. "I have an idea."

"You do?" she pouted up at him. "I wanna dance, but it's just too hard"

"I know, but look, why don't you stand on my feet, and I'll dance you around the room? Would that be better?"

Charlotte nodded excitedly. "We need music though, Daddy! We forgot music!"

"Okay, okay," he made his way over to where Emma's Ipod sat on the shelf in the toy room. He still hadn't worked out how to use this contraption entirely, and he was pretty certain he never would, but he did know how to make music come from it. He pressed the button and the last song Emma had been listening to started playing; he recognised the song straight away. He'd heard it a few days after Charlotte had been born. They had gone round to see Emma's parents and brother with their new arrival, and Neal had been watching Tarzan on the TV and the song 'You'll be in my heart' was playing. Killian had immediately warmed to the words, and it had very quickly become his and Charlotte's song. "How about this one?"

"It's our song, Daddy!" Charlotte squealed with excitement. "I love this song!"

"I know, love, so do I."

Hook came back over to her, taking her hand, he lifted her up so her white socked feet sat on top of his boots. They danced around the room together, twirling and spinning. Killian looked down at his daughter, and she looked back at him with her bright, blue eyes full of joy and a smile on her face that could light up the world. He had been disappointed not to be able to take her out on the ship today, but right now he was also glad he hadn't be able to as he wouldn't have changed this moment for the world. Charlotte was getting older by the day, and he knew that soon moments like this would be a rare occurrence, so he knew he had to take every second in, make every moment count.

They danced around for a good ten minutes, the song played on repeat, which made him smile as he knew he hadn't done that. Emma must have been listening to it over and over.

Charlotte got off her father's feet and wrapped her arms tightly around his upper legs. "Thank you so much for dancing with me, Daddy."

"You're more than welcome, love," he picked her up and held her on his hip. "I'll always dance with you, whenever you want me too. You just have to say the words"

Charlotte rested her head on his shoulder. "Can we do more dancing in a bit?"

"Of course. What would you like to do in the mean time?"

"Can we watch Tarzan?"

"That sounds like a perfect plan," he said as he planted a kiss on her temple. "With popcorn and hot chocolate?"

"And cinnamon?"

"I'd never forget the cinnamon," he laughed as he carried her into the kitchen where they made what they needed for the film before snuggling on the couch to watch it together.