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untitled (aka fluff)


When she stands outside the apartment she can hear two muffled voices on the other side of the door – voices that without a doubt belong to Killian and her father.

"You have a better chance of not making her pissed at us!" her father says in quick words, heavy breathing audible through the door.

"You're her bloody father! I'd say your chances are rather high as well," Killian responds just as urgently; her curiosity takes the best of her and she enters only to be met by two very suspecting looking faces. She raises her eyebrows, no question needed.

"It was his idea," the men say simultaneously, pointing at each other. She sighs as she crosses her arms over her chest, wondering what kind of ruckus they've been up to this time.

(Only last week, they'd been caught in the back parking lot of Granny's trying out the old lady's crossbow with very little success; they punctured three tires and destroyed a wind shield. Robin had laughed until tears ran by the time Emma, as a sheriff, got there.)

She opens her mouth to ask them what the hell they're talking about when there's a soft whine from behind the kitchen counter; ignoring her father and Killian's pained expressions, she walks around the bar and sees a small basket with three puppies in it. They all try to bark at the same time when they see Emma and her heart just melts as she sees their excited eyes, flurry ears flapping around their heads, tails wiggling back and forth quickly – she composes herself the best she can before she turns to face two of the men in her life that insists on causing trouble wherever they go.

(She does not find it an adorable or amusing trait at all. Nope.)

Instead of judging, she decides it's best to see what the plan was and says, "You've just had a baby," to her father. He lights up at the mention of his only son, and the smile warms her heart.

"Which is why now is the perfect time to bring another member to the family."

"You can't have three dogs, and I highly doubt Mary Margaret will agree to it."

"I'm just taking one," he grins, eyes flicking over to Killian.

(She might get tingles in her entire body at the prospect of owning a dog.)

"Two dogs?" is the only words her mouth seems to be able to form at the moment. Killian meets her eyes, and the smile that touches his lips tells her he knows what she's feeling.

"Just one, love. I reckon Roland might enjoy one as well." He pauses, as if to gauge her reaction.

(She's trying really hard not to jump up and down from enthusiasm.)

"Robin would love a charming little hound," he adds after a moment.

"Okay," she responds simply and squats to pick up one of the puppies; she picks the one that has the kindest eyes that does things to her heart and decides to call it Daisy and when she stands up again, Killian wraps an arm around her waist from behind and presses a kiss to her jaw – she does enjoy this new thing in her life that she once thought was just a myth: happiness.

(Henry agrees to the name Daisy, while David and Mary Margaret settles on Maggie for their little one. Roland gets to name his puppy; he calls it Bear.)