Just a little Daddy!Killian One-shot.


Spring

It happens slowly - almost accidentally.

They had fallen into a routine - but she hates that word - so he deems it as falling into some sort of normalcy that they both craved.

Her clothes were beginning to be too much for his small quarters to hold, her shoes were no longer standing tidy next to his - rather they laid is piles in random corners. Her various artifacts, and devices of this world littered every available crevice - and her books slowly crept onto his tables and toppled over onto the floor more often than not.

It was crowded, and congested - but he loved how at home she had made herself.

But it wasn't their home.

She had found a place by chance - and mentioned it in passing. He saw the small turn of her lips, and the glint of hope settling into her eyes when she suggested that it was time they move to a bigger place - where they could each have a proper place for jackets and beanies, and heels and worn out boots.

He agreed with her - and slowly, slowly they transferred their various belongings into the house by the docks. He missed the feeling of being lulled to sleep by the waves rocking his ship - missed the call of the gulls in the early morning, and even missed how small his quarters were - because he was closer to her.

But here - here there is space - and she fills them. He watches her - watches as she hangs various portraits- or pictures, as she calls them - onto the walls. Watches as she hangs his shirts next to hers - watches as she places the plates in the cabinets and the rum onto the top shelf next to her wine. Watches as she assorts the towels - making sure that the ones he loves - the ones with anchors on them - are always within his reach.

He watches her make their living space more comfortable - more her.

And he loves it - loves seeing her finally settle into a place and feel at home with him. For he never thought any of this would be possible.

She takes the left side of the bed - and he the right. She lays her jewelry onto her nightstand - and he his rings. The bed is bigger than what he is used to - but they find themselves tangled together in the middle - pressing against one another as if they are still on the cot back on the Jolly. He doesn't mind that she hogs the blankets or that she snores. He doesn't mind that her hair always ends up more in his face than on her pillow - he loves it, this - being close to her.

He loves her.


Summer

Her freckles have deepened in color - and her leather jackets are tucked away in the back of their closet along with his. They have been traded for flowing dresses that hang just above her knees - the straps always fall dangerously down her shoulders and he yearns to push them down further.

Her skin has been kissed by the sun and has left a lovely pink hue to her cheeks in its wake. Her hair has lightened - and there is a glow about her he is not used to - she is warm and soft and the season seems to be a much welcomed change after the hellish winter they faced.

She looks happy - and her hands are easy to hold and the stars are easier to see and the water is cool on their bare skin when they go for late night swims. It's late one night - when they're out long after the sun has set- with their toes in the sand and she is wearing his favorite dress that she says it for the first time.

She is tucked against his shoulder - and the tide is rolling in when she whispers that she loves him. He kisses her hair as he rubs her arm she pushes him into the sand and claims his lips as her own - (they made love by the ocean - as they waves crashed around them.)


Autumn

The sun is setting earlier - the days are getting shorter and the nights a bit colder. She comes home late one evening - her eyes give away that she is up to something. She is holding a bag - and she is biting her lip in that adorable way she does when he knows she is nervous. She hands it to him - and he eyes the peculiar anchor hooks with a questionable glance. She takes it from him - and moves towards their front door and holds it against the wall.

"Would look good here, wouldn't it?" She asks, her eyebrows quirking up. Her eyes are still glowing that dangerous shade of green - and her cheeks are flushed and she is smiling that toothy grin she does when she is particularly proud about one thing or another.

"One for me - one for you, one for Henry…" She begins, ending the sentence as more of a question than an answer to her peculiar purchase - still eying him carefully.

"Who's the last one for?"

She laughs - a small things that reverberates through him and echos around him - that reminds him how much he loves that sound and how much he loves her- as she moves back towards him.

"We'll find out in a couple months." She answers - as she reaches for his hand and places it on her stomach. He stares at her - slightly bemused, and more so confused by her statement -and then

One, two, three -

"Emma?" It comes out more breathless than he would have liked - but his fingers trace over her clothed stomach with gentle curiously as he looks at her - searching her eyes for any hint of a lie.

"Yup." She says - popping the 'p' - "I'm pregnant."


Winter

It's all a blur - really.

A blur of bliss and baby beanies and hearty congratulations -

A blur of machines - and hearing his child's heartbeat for the first time.

A blur of blue onesies - and Henry shouting at how excited he is for a brother.

A son - a son -

It's all a blur.

And with the winter - Emma's stomach grows - just as the pile of unnecessary (but really - truly necessary) baby items does too.

She is partial to the boats - and captain puns that are etched into the delicate little clothes -

He is partial to the dinosaurs and ducks - and the little booties that match.

It's a mess - a random assortment of various things all for their little bundle - but it's perfect -

And the anchor hooks - well, those are hung up neatly by the front door and a small, blue baby beanie is already adorning his - Liam's hook.


Spring

They welcome Liam into the world late in April - just as the sun has begun to become brighter - just as the days have become warmer and the last remnants of winter drift away.

It's a fitting season for their child to be born - a perfect reminder of how their love has grown just as the seasons had passed.

It happened slowly - and somewhere between a beanstalk and now they had fallen into something. Maybe it was all accidental - or perhaps it was fate that the pirate and the princess were to meet -

And perhaps it took longer than he would have hoped for her to fall in love with him - but it was natural like the passing of time - and easy like the changing of the seasons.

He has loved her for many years - has been with her through snowstorms and sunburns - and he will love her for a thousand more.

(The anchor hooks aged with them - weathered and slightly crooked now - they held their son's first leather jacket - Henry's first girlfriend's shawl - Emma's various beanies and his various coats - and they may have fallen - and been hastily hammered back into place - but like their love - they stood the test of time.)