Here's chapter 9 :) I don't think it's completely canon with Emma's back story, but my memory is awful and I tried to remember the best I could! I think I'm going to start updating this story once a week now. I'll try to update on a Wednesday, so this one is a day early for this week :)

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Killian sat in bed, they'd put Charlotte to bed an hour ago and had been relaxing together down stairs until Emma decided to get a shower, So Killian came up to bed to read his book that Belle had lent him from the library all about modern day piracy. It was a good book and he was enjoying it but he felt that these people had a cheek to refer to themselves as pirates. For starters they didn't even have big beautiful vessels like his Jolly Roger, they went round on tiny little boats with engines. He wondered how anyone could refer to themselves as a pirate and not have a pirate ship to sail on, a 'pirate boat' didn't really have the same ring to it. He had to laugh when he came across an image of them, how could they go round dressed like that? Pirates, especially the captain had to look sophisticated, well presented, or at least they did in his eyes.

Killian looked up when he heard his bedroom door open and watched as a very tired Charlotte came in rubbing her eyes while her doll Molly sat tucked under her arm. "Are you okay, my pirate princess?"

She shook her head sleepily "My tummy hurts, can I sleep in here with you?"

"Of course" he lifted her up and placed her in the middle of the bed, where she rolled over and snuggled up to him before drifting back off to sleep. It was rare that Charlotte woke up in the night now and even rarer than she came and asked to sleep with them, so Killian knew that she must be feeling really poorly to come in. Reaching over he felt her forehead from where her head laid on his chest and noticed she felt slightly warm, but nothing he'd worry about. Then he saw her arm which laid over his stomach and the little red spots that covered it, he then noticed them on her cheek. "Emma" he hissed trying to get his wife's attention from the bathroom without waking their daughter.

"Yeah?" she asked as she popped her head round the door while drying her hair with a towel.

"You need to go and get that vessel of yours started"

"What, why?" she asked with panic in her voice.

"It's Charlotte, I think she's got the plague or something, although I've not seen it for many years now so I might be wrong. She needs treatment though, look at her!"

"Calm down, let me see" Emma came over to her side of the bed in her dressing gown and sat down before looking at her daughter "It's okay, I think she's just caught chicken pox"

"Chicken pox?! I told you she'd been spending far to long with those chickens on your parents farm!"

Emma laughed and shook her head "She's not caught it from the chickens. It's a childhood illness, she'll get a few itchy spots and in about a week they'll scab over and fall off"

"But where has she picked this up from? And why is it called Chicken pox if it doesn't come from chickens?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.

"She could have caught it from anywhere, the park, Granny's, maybe even from Neal, I'll have to check with Mom tomorrow and see if he's got it. Once you get it though you're infectious a few days before the spots come out and as there are no other symptoms, it's hard to stop it spreading. She'll be fine" she said as she rubbed his shoulder reassuringly "And as to why it's called chicken pox... I'm not entirely sure"

"So... can we catch it?"

"I don't know about you but I shouldn't, it's something you only tend to get once. I remember getting it when I was five, it was the day before our school's Christmas play and I'd been chosen to play Mary in the nativity. I was so excited to wear the beautiful blue dress and carry the baby doll round with me, I'd even learnt all my lines off by heart. Once my foster Mom, Carol saw the spots she said there was no way I could go to school the next day and do the play as it wouldn't be right to spread it around. So I stayed at home with the neighbour from next door, while Carol went to see the play, she said she'd brought the ticket and hated to waste it. The girl I didn't like in that class, Sarah I think her name was got to play my role instead and Carol thought she was fantastic. That was the first time I realised nothing good would ever happen for someone like me."

"Oh Swan" Killian put his book down on his bedside table and then carefully as to not wake Charlotte he wrapped his arm around Emma and pulled her close "Good has happened to you, look at everything you have now"

"I know and I'm grateful for everything I have now, but it was hard back then. I hadn't long been with Carol but I was happy with her, she was lovely. Then the nativity happened and then as soon as Christmas was over I got shipped off to another children's home. I can't even remember why I had to leave now, I just know I remember it being the start of everything bad."

Killian leant over and kissed her temple "I know your childhood was hard but you've got me now and Charlotte and everyone else. You're loved beyond belief and we won't let anything bad happen to you ever again."

"I know" she smiled as she interlaced her fingers with his which hung over her shoulder. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me"

"Aye, Swan, and you are too me"

"True love, right?"

"Aye" he said as he leant over and gave her a kiss. "And we've got our product of true love too" he smiled down at Charlotte.

"We do" she replied looking down at her "She looks so angelic when she's asleep"

"She's always an angel" he laughed.

"Maybe for you, I'm sure her pirate side comes out more when you're not around!"

Killian laughed and then his face turned serious "She'll be okay from these chicken spot things though, right?"

"Of course she will, I promise. She may just be a bit grumpy for the next few days"

"Ah, that'll be her Mom's side coming out of her"

"Hey" she laughed giving his hand a squeeze "I'm not grumpy"

"No... what was it you said Elsa called you..." he thought for a moment and used his stump to scratch his head "Prickly, that was it right?"

"Yeah... how am I prickly?"

"You're not now but when we first met you did shout at me rather a lot"

"Only because you were too busy trying to get into my pants rather than working on the missions we were on"

"Aye, I'll admit I was a little flirtatious back then"

"A little?" she laughed

"Okay, a lot but I fancied you and I had to let you know"

"I knew alright" she leant over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "We should probably get some rest before this one wakes up tomorrow as I don't think she'll be in the best of moods"

"Yes, you're probably right. We will need to be in good form tomorrow for when she wakes"

"Yeah, tomorrow isn't gonna be a fun day, I'll tell you that now" She said as she untangled their fingers and got up before making her way to her chest of drawers. "I'll just get my pyjamas on and clean my teeth, then I'll be back to join you"

"Look forward to it" he smiled at her as he watched her go back into the bathroom. Once she'd disappeared he leant down and planted a kiss on his daughter's forehead before carefully moving her over so he could snuggle down next to her and get some sleep.