prompt from OTP Prompts on tumblr: "Imagine Person A, walking back into their room and finding out that Person B has apparently found pictures of them when they were young (being a baby, being a kid), and they're currently gushing over them. This obviously embarrases Person A very, very much.

A/N: Hey like I said, I will be doing prompts for the next couple of chapters. These are fun and really help me get inspired to write!

Emma wasn't really one for cleaning up. Most of the time, her stuff stayed all over whatever place she was until she had to move again. But now, with Mary Margaret and David moved out, Emma thought now would be a good time to clean up abit.

And not just because she asked a certain pirate to move in with her.

Nope. It was definately not that!

Emma sighed as she cleaned out the closet in her room, throwing old clothes aside and hanging up the ones she wanted to keep. She was sorting through boxes that were on the shelf of the closet. She was cleaning because Killian agreed to move in with her. Honestly, Emma asked since he spent so much time here anyway then on his ship. She thought she was joking at first, but than she realized how serious she was as soon as the words poured out of her mouth.

She did want Killian with her. Of course it still scared her, to open herself to someone, but she wanted to try with Killian. She started to notice the feelings she had for the pirate, and for the first time in awhile, she was really happy.

Emma's thoughts were interrupted when she knocked the last box down from the shelf of her closet, almost having it fall on her foot. The thud it made when it hit the ground shook her out of her thoughts.

"Shit," she mumbled, as she bent down to pick it up, but a loud knock on the door stopped her. She let the box stay there as she walked down the stairs to open the door.

When she opened it, her eyes widened, even though she shouldn't of been suprised by who it was. She told him to come over, and he usually didn't waste time getting to her when she called. Still she gasped a little at the smirking blue-eyed man in front of her. He fit in more with his modern world clothes, wearing black boots, dark wash denim jeans, a dark grey sweater and a black leather jacket. Emma had helped him pick out those clothes. And even though she enjoyed the pirate get up, Killian had to wear more practical clothes here.

"Hello love," Killian gave that smile that made Emma's heart go wild. That smirk of his made it hard for her to think. Damn him!

"Hook. Good you are here. You can help clean my apartment," Emma added, as she opened the door for him to enter. Killian gave a small smile at Emma calling him by his monkier, but didn't say anything. She usually called him 'Killian' now unless she was mad or he made her nervous, and from Killian could tell, Emma wasn't mad at him.

"Really, making me clean for you Swan?" Killian joked, as she stepped inside.

"Yeah, might as well put you to work."

Killian walked closer, obviously still not clear on personal space, because his nose was almost brushing Emma's. His blue eyes scanned her lips briefly, before flicking back up to stare at her clearly suprised hazel-green eyes, "Well darling, I don't mind helping you."

Emma gulped, and moved quickly to the side, almost running back up the stairs, "Follow me pirate!"

Killian chuckled as he followed Emma up the stairs into her bedroom. He noticed that her room had clothes thrown all over and other items placed all about the room. She looked far from cleaning.

"Looks like you do need my help, lass."

"Haha," Emma deadpanned, "Come on, I was just trying to clean up to get ready for-" Emma quickly snapped her mouth close. She told Killian she was cleaning, but not why. She didn't need to inflate his ego more by letting him know she was cleaning to get the place ready for him to move in with her.

Her no longer speaking did not go unnoticed by the pirate. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at why she stopped mid-sentence, but Killian recovered and his face became amused. He knew why Emma was cleaning.

"My, my, Miss Swan, are you cleaning up your home for a certain devilishly handsome pirate to stay with you?"

Emma felt him walk over, standing so close to her she felt his breathe on her neck. She almost felt the urge to cave in and just kiss him senseless, but she had to just ignore the feeling and finish working.

"No, it's just messy. And I just thought, since it was going to be your place too, you could help clean to make room for your stuff. Now get to work, mate." And with that Emma moved from next to him toward the door.

"Alright, I am going downstairs to work on the kitchen. You can just stack those boxes back on the shelf in the closet and come help me downstairs after. And no peeking in the box pirate."

"Aye love," Killian watched Emma walk away, eyeing him, before leaving.

Killian looked down at some of the boxes on the floor. He went to work trying to put them on top of the shelf. There were only three, so it wasn't too much. He put the first two up, but the third one that was toppled over, he bent down to grab. It was turned on its side, so the top was opened, and when he tried to pick it up, out spilled a few things of Emma's.

Killian sighed, and starting grabbing the items. Nothing about it was really interesting, just a few papers that he put back in the box. But one thing caught his eye, a medium sized book. It was bare, in a light color and had a plastic cover all over. Killian looked at it and back toward the door.

Well he didn't really peek in the box. The item fell out. And Emma would no doubt get mad at him for something else, so he thought, why not look?

Killian opened up the book carefully, leaning it on the box and using his good hand to turn the pages. Killian's eyes widened at what he saw. It was Emma. Well whom he assumed was Emma, if the child's golden hair and hazel-green eyes were anything to go by.

Killian's face softened as he looked loving at the pictures. Hell, he knew it was his Emma. It was a few pictures of her as a very young lass at a variety of ages.

One picture was her at about five years old, with pigtails, standing near a pile of leaves in the fall season. She had a big, red coat on and a beautiful smile on her face. She looked so happy.

Another picture was her older, maybe a young teenager, standing near a wall, smirking at the camera. She looked more sad in this photo, already reminiscent to the tired expression she gets nowawdays. It hurt Killian to see her like this, now and even younger.

He kept flipping through the book. There was another picture of her holding a stuffed toy bear sitting on a couch as a young girl, another with her and a group of other kids near a building, standing in line staring at a camera.

The rest were various photos of her, looking happy mostly, and mostly her at a young age. It wasn't many photos, but Killian couldn't stop looking at them. Emma looked so adorable in these photos, he kept smiling over them. And because he was distracted, he didn't hear Emma come back up, see him and snatch the book from his hands.

"What part of no peeking do you not get?!" She yelled in his face, but he wasn't fazed by it.

"Emma," He spoke, not at all surprised by her outburst. She just clutched the book to her chest, "Sweetheart, you looked so cute!"

"Oh my god," Emma smacked her hand to her forehead. She knew this would happen if he ever found this photo album. She should've buried this. But he's a pirate. He might've dug it up and find it anyway!

Killian stood up and walked over, touching the book gently, his fingers brushing it, "Listen, it fell out of the box, so I technically didn't go through the box."

"Oh sure, use a loophole to look at my stuff!"

"Emma," Killian leaned forward to brush his nose on the side of her cheek. She could feel the stubble on his face prickle her skin. It sent goosebumps all over her body, "You shouldn't be embarrassed," Than while she was distracted, grabbed the book from her arms and opened it to look at the photos again.

"Hey!" Emma tried to reach for it, but Killian just wrapped his hook around her waist carefully, pulling her next to him, but keep the book out of her reach.

"The one where you are playing with the leaves. I love this one!"

"Stop looking at it!"

"But Emma-"

"No, Emma nothing!"

Killian pouted a bit, but kept looking at the photo, "Can I keep one?"

Emma let out a growl and that made Killian start laughing at how adorable she was. Emma couldn't stay mad too long and started smirking at him, "No, but you can look at it when you want."

"Well, I was going to anyway, but it's nice to have your permission."

"Unbelievable," Emma wiggled out of his grasp and went to snatch the album back and set it on the nightstand of her bed, "Come on pirate, we still have cleaning to do."

Emma grabbed Killian's hand and dragged him out of the room. He couldn't help smiling at Emma's reaction. She didn't completely shut him out, she said he could look at the pictures again, so that was something. Moving in with his Swan really was the best idea.

Emma thought Killian moving in was a pretty good idea. It wasn't that different from how he would always hang around before. Except his things he had bought while in Storybrooke were all here now. And the sex, without waiting for him to come over or Emma to go all the way to his ship. Saved on time. But all that goes out the window when she comes back from picking up Henry, getting him for the weekend, when she goes to her apartment and sees Mary Margaret, David and Killian all on the couch, gusing over her photo album.

"What are you guys doing?" Henry asked before Emma got the chance. She was angry and speechless at the same time.

"Oh Henry look, it's pictures of Emma," Mary Margaret, who had tissues in her hands, waved her grandson over.

Henry obliged and walked over to smile and point at Emma as a kid. She felt like kicking something. Mostly Killian.

"Emma do you think we could get copies of these?" David asked, smiling at his daughter so lovingly, she felt her anger slip away and get replaced with anxiety.

"Uh well-"

"Yeah. And we can take more pictures now and fill up your photo album mom." Henry added.

That was it. After Henry asking, she felt her resolve go completely and now she was going to be stuck taking photos and making memories with her family and friends. And suprisingly, Emma didn't mind it.

She glanced over to see Killian staring at her, hesitant, probably trying to gauge her reaction. Emma just smiled at him and seeing that made him exhale a large breathe he was holding and smile back at her. Emma, though still mad about him finding her pictures, was glad she had Killian.

"Hey mom, come tell us about your pictures," Henry asked.

Emma smiled and walked over looking at the few pictures. The memories around them weren't so bad. She kept them for those reasons and it was sad there were so few because she had few good memories.

As Emma was telling the stories behind the photos, she felt a pair of blue eyes watching her, listening intently at her share more of her life and she thought that since they lived together now, they could do that more often.