Based on a gif set by captainpoe on Tumblr. Emma looks on as Killian hold their baby girl and sings her a lullaby - his own version of Hush Little Baby.
Emma's heart swelled as she took in the sight before her. A content, yet slightly giddy, smile pulling at her lips as she listened to her husband finish the final few lines of the lullaby he'd been singing to their daughter before starting a new tune to help her fall asleep.
She loved it when he sang to their little bundle.
He'd started doing it almost immediately after she'd been born. Cleaned off, checked and measured, and then placed into his arms, Killian had just stared at her in awe and wonder until she began to squirm and fuss. With soothing little shushes that Emma had been on the receiving end of a time or twice, he'd begun to hum a little tune. The hum flowed into mutterings which became lyrical prose of a lullaby that had Emma staring at him in awe and wonder.
Captain Hook knew a lullaby. Who would have thought?
"My mother used to sing it to Liam and I," he'd confessed later that first night when they'd finally gotten their daughter settled for a few hours sleep. "Liam would sometimes sing it to me after our father left us. Help to lull away the nightmares on cold, dark nights. I like to think that singing it to our little lass will somehow help her to know them."
He hadn't stopped with the family lullaby. Not long after, he'd asked David to help find songs native to this realm as well. Bedtime became his ritual, his special bonding time with his little love, and Emma cherished that as much as he did. Some nights the songs were soft and sweet, other nights they were playful and silly.
Like tonight's final offering.
"And if that pirate ship won't sail, Papa's gonna turn the winds to a gale, and if that gale should start to storm, Papa's gonna tell it 'that's bad form', and if bad form you should face little lass, Papa's gonna kick it right in the-"
"Killian!" Emma quietly admonished with a laugh causing him to shoot her a playful smirk as he finished.
"In the mast," and then continued to coo in a sing-song voice at the sleeping babe in his arms, "because I'm talking about sailing and treacherous weather on the high seas, not whatever it is your mother's mind seemed to think I was singing about…"
Emma shook her head with a smile and huffed an amused sigh at her ridiculous husband and his pirate lullabies. Lullabies she wouldn't trade or change for anything in the world.