prompt: send me a line, I'll write you 5 more- "Killian, what the hell is this?!"
"Killian, what the hell is this?!"
She holds the book up, her eyes wide with confusion, and Killian opens his mouth, hesitant.
"Erm… do you remember when I told you I'd be helping Belle more with those… community activities?"
Emma nods before looking down at the thick book. She opens the cover and her heart clenches tight at the images she sees.
"One of the classes she needed help with was something called scrapbooking and I made one. I hope you don't mind that I borrowed quite a few of our photos. I didn't know what else to do."
She smiles, she can't help it, and flips the page, finding a picture of she, Henry, and Killian at Granny's over a blue backdrop with a sticker bearing the word 'family' placed delicately underneath.
There's a lump in her throat when she looks up to find Killian expectantly nervous.
"It's fine," she tells him gently. "I really like it so far."
He scratches behind his ear. "Yeah?"
Emma hums, flipping the page to find that he placed the black and white ultrasound images on their own page, having written the baby's due date in his delicate cursive on the side.
"Baby Jones," she murmurs happily, smiling up at him.
He grins, his ears turning a little pink, and he tosses his head to the side. "Well, we've yet to name our little one, so…"
Emma steps forward and captures his lips in a kiss.
"It's perfect." For a moment, they stare at one another, but then Emma laughs. "But don't think I'll let it go that Captain Hook is into arts and crafts, because-"
She can't do anything but laugh from then on, and Killian just rolls his eyes and tosses his head back on a groan, grumbling about how she better not tell David and how he only did it to appease Belle.