A/N: This chapter incorporates some critical things for me. Number one – I wanted a way to get the ship name in my story. I think I managed that well enough. Number two – puppy fluff, because puppy fluff is amazing fluff. And Number three – naming said puppy after one of my favorite characters from a movie I find largely underrated. You'll see what I mean. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

Killian

Killian found himself up long before the sun, marveling at the great beauty lying next to him, as he did most mornings. He allowed himself this time each day to thank the heavens for Emma Swan and thank his lucky stars he'd listened to the counsel of his friends and told her what she'd meant to him. They'd waited long enough and Killian found himself wishing they were quite a few steps farther along. Yet time and time again he held back, worried that he might scare off the fare Emma by proposing after only a matter of weeks.

Then last night they'd talked of children. He'd listened to the woman he loved tell him what she wanted for her future and include him within those dreams. That feeling couldn't be compared to anything else and it was what had his wheels spinning so early this morning. He had to believe that this was a sign.

With that in mind, he slowly extracted himself from the bed, doing his best to leave Emma undisturbed and headed to the kitchen. Once there, he scrounged around through all the baking essentials until he gathered everything needed for a chocolate croissant. About thirty minutes in, it began to dawn on him that perhaps this hadn't been the best choice of recipe to try as a novice. With each passing minute there was more and more of a chance that Emma would wake up and wander into the kitchen that now resembled a war zone.

Yet luck it seemed was on his side for Emma didn't stir and he managed, finally, to bring forth a tray of two semi-decent chocolate croissants and hot cocoa with cinammon. The clock on the bedside table read 8 AM. Damn, he'd been doing this for hours. But it was all entirely worth it as soon as Emma stirred back to awareness, blinking her bright eyes his way and throwing him a happy smile. The moment when she realized he'd brought her breakfast, he watched a look of surprise and delight mark her features. It was breathtaking as was her shuffling from under the sheets towards the pastries he'd made.

"You did all this for me?" She sounded surprised.

"Don't do anything rash like thank me until we've established they're edible." She pulled him down to her for a loving kiss then looked at the display full on.

"Is there one you think I'd like better?" Killian held his breath as he shook his head. The truth was that he's added something below each croissant. Under one was a ring, under the other was – well it was what Emma had chosen, a key to his house. And, not so surprisingly, she had missed it. She was so transfixed with the croissant, eyeing it for texture and cutely sniffing at it for a moment. It wasn't until she'd placed it past her lips, and had sighed around it claiming it was 'really good' that she looked down on the plate and saw the key. Her eyes flashed up to his with a look of questioning so sincere he couldn't help but laugh.

"I think you should move in."

"With you?"

"Aye."

"In here?"

"Until we want something bigger, yes." She blinked back at him. This was the first moment in which he started to feel worried that perhaps he'd read things wrong. Maybe he had moved too soon.

"Yes."

"Yes?" He couldn't contain the excitement in his voice and watched as her face broke out into a grin nearly as wide as his.

"Yes I will move in with you." He barely managed to move the tray onto the nightstand before taking her in his arms to show her just how happy she'd made him. "But I have conditions."

"Anything, love." Hell, she could ask for the bloody moon and he'd make it work.

"You tell me how you made that croissant. It's actually really good." He kissed up behind her earlobe, eliciting a shudder from her as he whispered his response.

"Fancy me the baker now, do you love? I guess that makes you the Captain." He leveraged their positions so that she was on top, golden hair tumbling down as her cheeks flushed with wanting. Her deep green eyes stared back at him, the window to her every, completely assuring him that she was with him. He watched as that desire transformed into confidence and the spark in her eyes told him that her taking the reigns while in their bed would pay off, but might drive him near to wild.

Her initial perusal of him with her hands was slow and though Emma's hands on him always felt like heaven, the sensations they left were borderline torturous. When she finally aligned her body with his eagerly waiting cock, after tender kisses and mild strokes everywhere, he was using all of his will power to keep from bucking up to her. He watched as the control she exerted started to slip, when she lowered herself upon him, the flush against her skin, the catch in her breath all told him that she was giving over to what she was feeling versus the control she wanted.

"Killian?" The airiness of her voice made him smile in response.

"Yes, Captain Swan?" She smiled and leaned down for a kiss.

"Care for your old job back?" In seconds he had flipped their positions, keeping her facing away from him, urging her to hold the headboard as he took her from behind. He took great pains to show her that he'd always be here for whatever she needed. And judging from the not one, but two orgasms she readily succumbed to, he'd say he'd done his job damn well.

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Emma

The next day, Emma was still sailing on cloud nine. She had given her notice for not reupping her lease, and her landlord had been really understanding. Didn't hurt that her landlord was Granny Lucas, a firm supporter of the Emma and Killian relationship. So supportive was Granny, that she'd introduced Emma to a gaggle of women in town who met daily at the diner to talk gossip. Their newest endeavor was to decide on what couple name each relationship in town needed. This was the only thing with even the hope of bringing her down, because Emma and Killian's name, courtesy of Granny and the others was Captain Swan.

Yeah – so now she couldn't hear that without thinking of being on top of him. Every time she heard it she blushed she was sure, and the only people calling them that were elderly ladies. It was nightmarish. But she wouldn't ever trade the memory between her and Killian, and despite it's antics, she'd never choose to move out of this strange little town in Maine. She'd found home here, found her people here, found love here. She wanted to get married and have her kids here. Then someday, she wanted to be one of those old women in the gaggle, dishing dirt on the young people and baking cookies for her grandkids. The thought made her smile. She hadn't realized she wanted all of that. Not until Killian.

As she got out of her car, the scene of all these particularly interesting musings, she noted that the day was shaping up to be extremely warm. She was instantly glad for the AC in the bakery, or today would have been a rough one to get through. Something pulled her from that thought though. It was a low whine and a scratching sound.

That's strange, Emma thought to herself, but she followed the sound. She rounded the parking lot to the side street off the main road, just around from the bakery. There, looking helpless and scared was a small black dog. The poor thing was crying, but on seeing Emma it stopped. It's sad brown eyes fixed on her, Emma moved forward to check it for a tag. What she saw instead made her so angry – the poor thing didn't have any identification, and what she thought was a leash was really a makeshift rope. Someone was either a horrible pet owner, or had done this out of some cruelty she couldn't understand.

Very carefully, Emma removed the scissors she had in her purse and cut through the rope to free the poor thing. She whispered soft endearments to the pup to keep her calm, and the brave little dog stood very still even after the rope had been removed. When Emma tried to step back though, the dog immediately followed. Staring up at her with those abandoned eyes, the dog was slowly crushing Emma's resistance until she was compelled to bend back down and pick the pup up, holding her in her arms. At the same time she pulled out her cell phone.

"Missing me already, love?" Killian's voice calmed the anxiety seeing this poor helpless animal in distress had caused and Emma let out a sigh. "Emma what's wrong?" She told him about the puppy and he said he would be right over. Minutes later, he rolled up in a cruiser to take a statement and check the dog out for himself.

"She's a beauty, Emma, and she seems to have taken a fancy to you." His comments came while the little dog was showering him with kisses. Emma smirked, they were both lost to this little beast. All there was left was admitting it.

"Killian – she needs a family." Killian's eyes flashed to Emma's.

"No she doesn't she's got us. We're her family." Emma leaned up to kiss him, only pulling back because of the strange sensation a puppy kiss on the cheek provided during an actual kiss. "I know you need to get back to work, love. I'll take her over to the veterinarian." Emma nodded and gave the pup one more good scratch behind the ears.

"Can I come see her at lunch?"

"Of course, love." Emma gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned to go only to hear him call her. "Any thoughts on a name, love?"

"Kala."

"Well you don't hear that everyday. Kala it is." Then he turned back to his cruiser and Emma could hear him imploring the pup not to go and make a mess of his car. The puppy yipped happily and Emma walked back to work firmly back on her cloud.

Later that night, when Emma got back to their home (and yes, thinking of it as theirs made her very happy) she found that the living room had largely been filled with assorted dog supplies. Between the mini mountain of toys and the excessive varieties of food, Emma felt her own modest bag of things she'd bought on her way largely unnecessary. Until little Kala came bounding in from the kitchen, wagging her tail and looking very happy to see Emma.

"Hey girl, I think you might like…. This one." Emma pulled out a small stuffed monkey – well Gorilla, if she was being technical – that had been on a far shelf in the grocery store, largely forgotten amongst the other dog inventory. Kala took one sniff and put the toy in her mouth, carrying it away with her.

"Of course you managed to find one that she likes." The playful huffiness from Killian at the doorway caused Emma to raise a brow.

"You mean you bought all of this and she doesn't even like it?" He shook his head dumbfounded.

"I've never met a dog who didn't want a thousand toys. But she merely sniffs and retreats. Except with that thing." Emma and Killian looked over to where Kala was now lying on one of the doggy beds nestled with the toy between her front legs and her head against it.

"We got a dog today." Emma whispered as Killian came to greet her for real with a soft kiss to her lips.

"We got a dog today," He replied. "And joy of joys, she'd house trained. Not an accident yet." Emma laughed as she watched the distinct look of pride color his expression.

"How was it having her at the station?"

"Brilliant. The rest of the crew loved her. Dave practically tried to take her home when the day was done. I expect he and Mary Margaret will be getting a dog once those babies have had time to grow up a bit. Told them she'd be a regular guest now." Emma smiled against his chest, happy that Kala wouldn't have to be by herself during the day.

"If you have her all day, I'm going to have to work really hard to get her to love me as much as you." She was teasing, but Killian wrapped his arms tighter around her.

"Nonsense love, you saved her. You'll always be her favorite."

"That's true. And I tried out a new recipe today for peanut butter cookies – they're dog safe."

"And just like that, any hope I had of winning her top affections evaporated." Emma laughed at his comment, grabbing her bag and moving into the kitchen. While the two of them made dinner, Emma tested out the treats and Killian was proved right – there was no topping the love between a dog and it's peanut butter. Except maybe the love between a dog and it's peanut butter provider.

Post-Note: Hey guys! Sorry the chapter ended up being on the shorter side. Just wanted to get an update out today since I'm trying to see how many days I can go in a row with a fic each day. For the record we are at day 47. Coincidentally, that's how many days I have been publishing my fics. Anyways, hope you enjoyed. I love the beautiful feedback you all have been sending. As always, let me know if there's something you want explored in this story I will do my best to grant wishes!