Amelia was the first one to date. Granted, she wasn't the eldest, but Liam never had time for girls and he hadn't quite grown into his long, lanky limbs yet and despite his best efforts, wasn't exactly the ladies man his father had grown to be. He was however, a hard working , strapping young man who obviously would wake up one morning ridiculously handsome like his father, as soon as he stopped growing and his body settled down a little.

Emma hadn't been able to convince Killian to come to bed that night, instead he camped out in the lounge, watching the clock like a hawk in preparation. As soon as there was the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway, he was at the window, watching. Emma sighed and stood up, pulling him back by the fabric of his shirt. "Hey...give them some space." She warned, dragging him back to the sofa.

"But Swan! I need to check-" Emma raised a finger, which instantly stopped his flow of speech. "Excuse me. Do you remember what it was like having my father breathe down your neck every time you came to the house. Or every time you took me on a date? Don't be that dad. Let her make her own mistakes." She warned him gently, stroking his jaw line. She stared up at him, hoping that he'd calm down enough to give their daughter some space. Amelia was fifteen, and sensible. She had a calmness about her that Emma wasn't completely sure of where she got it from. She'd been taught by her eldest brother, her father and her grandfather how to defend herself since she was a young child, and every young boy in Storybrooke knew who her parents and grandparents were. Any boy stupid enough to break Amelia Jones' heart wasn't worth fighting.

At first, Emma had hesitated at the thought of her little girl dating an eighteen-year-old, but the boy Amelia had brought home was more than pleasant. He was polite and dashing, and his parents were candle makers. He was a tame boy, who was hard working and intelligent. Emma liked him, and she knew how much Amelia did too. It was Killian who had the biggest problem with Amelia's boyfriend.

Emma frowned slightly, realizing that it'd be several minutes since they'd heard the car door slam and there was still no Amelia walking through the front door. She pushed Killian to the sofa and marched herself over to the door. Flipping the porch light on at the same time she opened the door, she caught an eyeful of her daughter making out with her young boyfriend. Emma pulled a face and grabbed Amelia by her arm, pulling her inside. "Thank you for bringing her back on time Peter, but kissing my underage daughter on the sheriff's front porch isn't exactly something you want added to your record, is it?" She asked, closing the door on the flustered boy.

Killian gave his wife a quick smirk, scratching the spot behind his ear. "What was that about giving her some space love?"

"Shut up." Came her quick reply as she faced Amelia, hands folded across her chest. Amelia looked mad and flustered, her bright blue eyes shining just as his did when he was furious. "Don't give me that look Amelia Snow Jones. You know that the only reason I agree to you dating that boy is because I trust you not to mess around with him. Kissing leads to-"

"-babies... right, sure thing mom. Because every kid knows that babies are really made from a really good make out session." Amelia snapped back, looking at her mother as if she were mad.

"Well...that's how you and your sister were made." Killian commented, grinning to himself at his own joke. Emma shot him a glare and Amelia looked horrified. "God, that is so gross. But see! Even you and dad get to kiss and make out and no one tells you to quit it."

"First off, I'm an adult...a married adult, so I get to kiss who ever the hell I want to. Well...your father. I get to kiss your father. Secondly, you guys are always telling us to quit." Emma cried back, getting more and more frustrated.

"Mom! You threatened my boyfriend with the sheriff card!" Amelia cried back, her cheeks blushing bright red with passion and anger.

"He was kissing you at my front door! What do you expect me to do? Leave the two of you to go at it?" Emma asked incredulously.

"Yes mom! That's exactly what I expect you to do! I'm not a baby anymore. You have to let me grow up god dammit." She yelled, storming up the stairs to her bedroom. Emma was about to follow when Killian grabbed her arm and halted her in her steps.

"Leave her to cool down love. She needs space when she's mad, just like her mother." He told her gently. Emma let herself be pulled into a hug as Amelia's bedroom door slammed from upstairs. She let out a heavy sigh onto his chest, holding onto his shirt tightly. "I envisioned that going slightly different."

"Mommy?" Came the sound of their youngest child's voice from the bottom of the stairs. Emma turned away from Killian to see her ten-year-old daughter Ava standing there looking a little upset. "Why is 'melia mad?" She asked softly. Emma gave her a kind smile and walked over, picking her up in her arms. "It's okay baby girl, Amelia's only mad at mommy. She'll be fine in the morning." Emma explained, pressing a kiss to the young girl's temple. "Let's get you back to bed, huh?" She whispered softly. Ava nodded and held on tightly to her mom's neck. "In your bed?" She pleaded. Emma glanced at Killian, who shrugged slightly. "Fine then love. Just for tonight." Emma promised, taking her youngest up the stairs. A few years back, there had been a particularly evil villain in town who had taken it upon herself to kidnap several of the children in Storybrooke. To Emma and Killian's horror, Ava had been one of the children taken and even though they had found her and taken her back, none of them had been the same since. Emma still had nightmares about her children being stolen from her and she frequently awoke in the night just to check that they were all still safe in their beds. Killian feared the kids being alone for any period of time, whether it was to walk home from school, or to sit in Granny's alone for five minutes while he popped to the bathroom. Ava however, still suffered from all of the above. She spent many nights in with her parents, nightmares tormenting her dreams, and when she was left alone, she often had panic attacks. Emma and Killian weren't sure how to handle it other than just giving the child the love that she needed to feel safe. They never argued about her sleeping in her own bed, no matter how old she got. She would always be welcome in with them for as long as it made her feel safer.

Emma tucked her little one into her double bed and kissed her forehead. "Now...you go ahead and get a head start on me and daddy, and then we'll come up to bed real soon." Emma promised. Ava took her mom's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "You promise you won't be long?" She asked quietly, looking a little scared. Emma nodded and kissed her daughter's forehead. "I promise. I'm just going to go finish cleaning up the kitchen from your daddy's attempt at cooking dinner and then we'll be up here, okay?"

Killian was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, looking concerned. "How was she?" He asked as soon as Emma came into sight. Emma sighed and shrugged, heading into the kitchen. "Rough...she wanted me to stay." She said softly, filling the sink with hot water and washing liquid. "But I think she's slowly getting better." Killian came up behind her, passing the dished to her to put into the sink.

"I wish I could bring that witch back from the dead, just so I could kill her again after what she did to those kids. Who the hell kidnaps children?" He said, sounding worked up and mad. Emma smiled softly and shook her head. "I don't know babe...i really don't know. How about you head up to bed and spend some time with her. She might want her daddy to feel safe. I'll be up in a few minutes." Emma urged him gently. She knew that when he got like this, the best thing for him was to be with Ava to see that she wasn't in danger anymore. Killian nodded and kissed Emma goodnight then headed up the stairs to his bed and his youngest daughter.

It didn't take Emma long to clean up, it never did. Soon enough she was entering her bedroom using the light from the hallway as guidance and finding her pajamas. Killian watched her from the bed, Ava asleep in his arms. "She told me that she thinks the nightmares are better when she's with us, because she knows that we'll always save her." Killian whispered as Emma crawled into bed. She looked down at her baby girl and pressed a kiss to her cheek carefully as not to wake her up.

"We have to teach her how to save herself." She whispered back. "I know we'll always save her." She added, when she saw Killian's appalled face. "What I meant is that she might feel safer if she knew how to defend herself a little. And I'd feel better too. That...and there might be a day when she needs to save us, and she's going to need to know how to fight just like her siblings do."

A/N: I know I threw in a reference to a major plot there, and I'll eventually get round to writing about that, but I am still on my Europe vacation and wifi comes and goes whenever it feels like it and I'm trying to make the most of being over here, so that one probably won't come for a few weeks yet. However, THANK YOU to the people leaving prompts...YES I am still taking prompts and they've all been great so far (one even asked for Amelia's first date and I figured that this one I'd already written kind of fits. That being said, I'll work my way through the other prompts so keep sending them in :D

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