A/N: This addition to the Mixtape tracks an afternoon from Killian's POV, post-Underworld. He reminisces about four times Emma has surprised him and it is, as to be excepted, extremely fluffy and adorable. This song was prompted for the series by a follower and is called 'Wasn't Expecting That' by Jamie Lawson. Great song, but the end is kind of sad SO for my CS babies we are excluding that portion. Hope you guys all enjoy, and as always, thanks for reading!

Loving Emma Swan was an education in surprise - this much Killian was sure of. Since their first meeting, the woman had been an undeniable force of strength, determination and sarcasm. But even when all of her walls were up, even when her heart was hardened to the outside world, she help a power over Killian that he could have never expected. One day his life was a thing of darkness and vengeance and greed, until suddenly it wasn't. Where those dark pieces fell away, light and hope with green eyes and golden hair remained and now, more than a few years later, his life was one worth living again. He had found love, and a second chance and more than that he had found his home and his family.

Still, nearly every memory with Emma remained seared in his mind. Clear as day, awash in vivid color, the moments where they'd had every first, and every twist and turn in their story were there, and nearly all of them were images he never planned to let go.

Like their first kiss, when she'd allowed herself just a fleeting instance of teasing and it had morphed into the start of his redemption. Killian remembered that the forest was dense and muggy and truly oppressive in that Neverland way. He recalled how David gave a toast, even if he was keeping the whole truth from his family which made Killian uneasy. But the best thing to come were her words, Emma's playful tone and the way a smile somewhat toyed at her lips. She was in the midst of one of her life's biggest struggles, saving her son in a strange land, but she had still been remarkable.

"Did you really save his life?" She asked, still a ways away from him, not skeptical, but taken slightly aback.

"Does that surprise you?" He replied with a bit more edge in his voice than he would have liked. Even then he hated to keep anything from his Swan, but she didn't seen through him, not then at least.

"Well you and David aren't exactly…how do you say it, mates." She did a terrible impression of him, for truly all of her impressions of his accent were pretty awful, but in her eyes, he didn't seen the fear and the anxiety and the pressing need to keep moving. She was softening, she was lightening up, and it had been all Killian could do to keep his breathing steady.

"Doesn't mean I'd leave your father to perish on this island."

"Thank you." Her sincerity rang out so strong that he had to look away. Her green eyes could see through the façade he'd so desperately been trying to keep in place, and he was Killian Jones, a centuries old pirate captain, feared by many, loved by none. He didn't want her to see that he was so fond of her, but he was giving himself away left and right. So he fell back on a trusted companion, humor and over the top charm.

"Um…well perhaps gratitude is in order now." When she'd gone along with it, instead of rolling her eyes and walking away, he hadn't known what to do or what to say, but damn if he was going to look away from the smile that came to her lips and the fire in her eyes.

"Yeah. That's what the 'thank you' was for."

"Is that all your father's life is worth to you?" He stepped forward, until they were mere inches apart, but she stood her ground, assessing him in full as she took him down a peg with her words.

"Please, you couldn't handle it."

"Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it." He fully expected her to turn away, to leave him, innuendo and all, in the jungle. That was what was supposed to happen, but instead, she'd pulled him close, crushing her lips against his in a demanding kiss that more than proved him wrong. He couldn't handle all of the emotions that surged through him, all the pleasure that coursed through his veins at the feel of her skin on his, but in a blink it was over. She was pulling back once more, relegating him to his position as assisting pirate and separating them once again. He'd run his fingers across his lips, just to try and keep the feel of her there in place. He'd memorized every detail, and hoped beyond all cause or sense that it wouldn't be a one-time thing like she'd said.

"Killian, are you sure you're all right here?" Snow's voice cut through the remembrance and brought him back to the here and now, where he stood in the kitchen of his and Emma's house. He nodded, resolute in the knowledge that he was more than all right here.

"We're all set, love. When Emma wakes I'll let her know you were here." That seemed to calm Snow enough for her to gather Neal and the little Prince's things and head out on her way. Now alone once more, Killian set out to get some of the mess and disarray cleared up before Emma awoke. Things had been rather busy here the past few days, and the last thing he wanted was his true love to wake and find their home in near shambles. Besides the act of cleaning let him fall into another memory, one perhaps more surprising than the kiss.

She walked into Granny's with purpose and resolve so strong, he had only believed it could be on matters of business. So when the bell above the diner's doors chimed, and he looked up from his darts for just a moment, a weary sort of misunderstanding had washed over him. There was never a quiet moment like he hoped for in this town, and when there was, Emma seemed too scared still to take them. Surely something was going wrong with their new town villain.

"The Snow Queen turn up? Did I miss the search party?"

"Oh, nothing to miss. There's no sign of that ice witch yet." Her voice was almost awkward, as if charged with some foreign sense of doubt that Killian couldn't place, so he'd believe it was just her own insecurity about her ability as savior. Attempting to reinforce her worth and ability he replied with a few more words.

"That's all right, Swan. You'll find her."

"Yeah I know. Uh, that's not why I'm here."

"Then why are you here?" She paused, looking away before finding the courage to continue. When she spoke again, her words were coming so quickly, they were almost impossible to catch.

"Well, I thought about what you said last night about being a survivor, and you're right."

"It's like I said, love, you don't have to worry about me." He turned back to the darts, attempting to conceal how much it meant that she'd been thinking about him and his words, but then she dropped the biggest part of her verbal meanderings.

"Good because I'm here to ask you out." Like a half-wit fool he'd thrown the dart, hitting the far wall with a loud thunk, his heart pounding and mind racing, but he had only seconds to compose himself. "To dinner or something."

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you out?"

"I should have known you'd be old-fashioned given your age – what are you like three hundred?" Gods she was the best woman in all the realms, the way she smiled and used this joke to lighten the mood. He was ill equipped to handle this fantastic turn of events without it, but her lightness gave him a means to accept without appearing ridiculous.

"Curses and Neverland may have given me experience. But as you can see, I've retained my youthful glow." She scoffed and gave him that eye roll he'd come to adore and now, finally, he could speak normally. "I happily accept on one condition – you let me plan the evening."

"I know how to plan a date!" The slight insult in her tone soothed any lingering turmoil inside him, for it meant she was comfortable enough to just be Emma with him.

"You know how to chase a monster. I know how to plan an evening out."

"Well I don't pillage and plunder on the first date, just so you know." Gods those words had damn near driven him to lust induced insanity, but he somehow, through the grace of whatever magical entity lay beyond this life, managed to channel that heat and desire into words that transferred the feelings to Emma.

"Well, that's because you haven't been out with me yet." There was no denying the blush that came to her cheeks and the smile that she gave in response. If he was to take her hand, he knew her pulse would be speeding just as his was. "See you tonight."

The front door to the house banged open and in stepped Henry, fresh from his day at school and looking a little discombobulated. His brown hair had gotten just a tad too long, and from the blustering winds outside was now thrown out of place. He was huffing his breath, as if he'd run the entire way home, but there wasn't any sense of real worry in the lad's features. If anything, he took one look at Killian and sighed in relief.

"Oh good, you're here. Where's Mom?" Killian nodded upstairs.

"She's asleep for the moment, lad. Is everything all right?" Henry nodded, and dropped his bag by the sofa before stepping towards Killian.

"Tomorrow is Mom and your anniversary, and I just didn't know… do I get you guys something? Or is this like something you give someone a card for? You're my first step-dad, so I don't really know how this works." Killian smiled, glad the boy's fixation wasn't on a more pressing issue, though truth be told, Killian was somewhat at a loss. He may not be brand new to this realm anymore, but he certainly was no expert.

"You know, I'm not exactly sure, but I do know that your mother made a point of wishing your grandparents well. She might have made a card come to think of it. But as for me, there's no need to consider my feelings on the day, lad. Your acceptance of the way things are now, each and every day is gift enough." Henry smiled but then shook his head.

"You and Mom both went really soft with the whole true love, marriage and a family thing. You know that right?" Killian nodded, patting Henry on the shoulder.

"Trust me lad, there are far worse fates in life than finding the person you were meant to be with and securing a home and a family in the process." Henry considered that statement before inspiration seemed to strike.

"Thanks, Killian, I think I know exactly what to do for Mom tomorrow!" With that Henry scurried up the stairs, luckily with limited noise as Emma was sleeping, and Killian was left on his own yet again. He moved through the living room and picked up one of the many photos distributed through the space, this one with him and Emma on their wedding day. While that moment in time had come with very limited surprise, their engagement could not be categorized as such, and as he ran his fingers over the way the light hit them both, smiling and incandescently happy, he remembered just how that engagement came to be.

Laying with Emma in his arms one night, not long after his return from the Underworld, Killian could feel the unspoken power that flooded this home and this space. Whether Emma was aware of it or not, she was protecting them, filling their bedroom with hope and love so strong that Killian was certain nothing could touch them here. He absently traced a swirling pattern along the bare skin of her back and smiled at the contented sigh she let pass her lips at the feeling.

"I never feel safer than I do when I'm in your arms." Her words filled his chest with pride. It did his heart well to know that Emma trusted him. Even knowing that the love between them was true, Killian was certain that he would never stop feeling so much when she made these little confessions. For so long he tried to get her to open up to him. He'd been patient for a very long time, and doubting that it would ever happen all the while, so now, each and every profession seemed like a gift.

"And I never have my purpose without you by my side Emma." Her hand came to his cheek, her fingers tracing the line where skin met the stubble of his beard, and her green eyes were so focused on his blue ones that he felt invincible. There were no secrets between them and they were both free from darkness and baggage as long as they had their love.

"Sometimes… Sometimes I think about how we almost never happened. I wasn't expecting a pirate captain to wiggle his way past my defenses." He grinned, intertwining his fingers with hers, and pulling her hand to his lips to brush a kiss there.

"Just as I was not expecting a princess warrior to light up my world with merely a smile." Emma moved closer to him, snuggling closer.

"You broke down all my thoughts on love and you built them back up. I thought love was toxic, I thought it was never meant to last. Even looking at my parents, who pretty much wrote the book, I had doubt. I saw all the things that went wrong and I didn't understand how worth it all of those bad moments are just to have the good ones." Killian was going to reply, but Emma placed a finger on his lips to keep him quiet. "No no no. If you open that mouth again, you'll distract me with perfect words and I need to say this. I love you, Killian. I love you so much that life without you isn't an option. In your smile and in your eyes, I see all the promise I need that you're never going to hurt me, and never going to leave." Here he had to interrupt.

"Nothing could ever take me away, love. We're done with the separations." She smiled at that.

"See, there are those words again. But that's one of the things I love about you. You make me see you, make me hear you, make me love you, and still I have a choice. Love hasn't made me weak, it hasn't taken my power. It's made me stronger, made us stronger, and now I want to make sure the whole world knows that you're mine and I'm yours. So Killian, will you marry me?" He'd stilled at the words, completely and utterly shocked but all it took was one second for him to reply.

"Isn't it I who should be asking you to marry me?"

"Killian," she pleaded, not wanting their usual humor. He kissed her passionately, distracting her for jut a moment and when he pulled back, placing his forehead against hers he replied happily.

"Yes, Emma, I will marry you. But, don't think that since you asked I'm not giving you a ring, for I already have one." She looked at him with wonder and surprise in her own eyes.

"You do?"

"Aye love, even before we passed all those tests from the Gods, I knew you were the only one for me." She kissed him again, and soon the kiss turned into more. They'd married only a few weeks later, not wanting to wait, on a gorgeous day in late spring, and all the while he'd been consumed with thoughts of Emma. She was his savior and his salvation, and by the most amazing magic conceivable, she was his.

The monitor that Killian had kept close all afternoon sounded, and through the little bit of static came a soft cry. Instantly, Killian headed up the stairs into the nursery where he found his daughter Leia. They'd only just brought her home two days ago, but Killian couldn't imagine his life without her. She was so small and so precious, that Killian took extra special care with her, protective almost to a fault of his new little princess. Very few things in his life felt as wonderful as when the little angel looked into his eyes and seemed to calm from her fussing. It was matched only by the smile of her mother, and the certainty that sometimes came when Killian knew their whole family was safe and together.

"There, there my little one. It's all right." Leia was quiet once more as Killian made his way to sit in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. This chair was the closest he would get for some time to showing his daughter the motion of the sea, but it always seemed to keep her happy, and Killian liked to think she would one day be as good a sailor as he was. Holding his Leia, Killian allowed himself to slip into one last memory from six months ago when Emma had told him she was pregnant. It had changed his life forever, as most of his moments with Emma did, and just as those other moments were, it was perfect.

"Emma, love, you can't go into the station. You've been sick all morning. Surely your father can handle it, and if he needs a second, I can fill in. Let me just call your mother and she can be here to help with you and with Henry and-"Killian felt like he was losing his mind, but he had no power to make things better right now. All he could do was protect her from herself, and surely going to work would make her sickness worse. She needed rest, but she was too stubborn to take it.

"Killian, we need to get used to me being sick like this for a little while." Killian bristled at the thought. No he most certainly was not going to get used to his wife's being in pain. If this lasted any longer, they'd go to the hospital, have her checked out by Whale and figure out how to stop this. "I can see the defiance in your eyes, but there's no fighting this off. It's not some big bad monster. It is actually good news."

Killian watched as Emma's eyes filled with tears, that appeared to be happy, but hell if he could understand why her being so ill would ever make her happy. He reached his hand to rub along her back and tried to search her features for a hint of what was going on.

"Swan, what aren't you telling me?"

"I'm pregnant." And just like that, she had done it again! She'd completely staggered him with her confession. He was nothing but surprised for a moment and then he was completely and deliriously happy.

"You mean it love?" She nodded, and some of the tears shed onto her cheeks. Quickly he wiped them away, and asked her why she was crying.

"I don't know. I'm so happy, but scared too, and I didn't know how you would react. We haven't been married that long, and we went from going so slowly to everything happening so fast." Killian would have stopped her worries with a kiss, but as she'd been ill so much this morning it wasn't an option. Instead he kissed her forehead, taking a moment to breath in the sweet smelling fragrance of her hair and to revel in the feeling that she was here and his and expecting.

"You are already far and away the best mother, Emma. This child will know nothing but love, and as such, will never face the pain that you or I did. For each day I live and breathe, I live and breathe for you and our children." She hugged him close, but still her whispered insecurities came.

"What if we mess up?"

"We will mess up, love. That's just the way life goes, but we'll learn from our mistakes, as we always have. And we'll always be guided by what's right and what's best for our family. So let go of the fear, Emma, because I promise we can do this. We are ready for this next adventure."

"I love you."

"And I love you, Swan. More than I can ever, ever say."

"How do you do it?" Emma's voice sounding from the doorway pulled Killian to the moment once more and he looked up to see his still sleepy wife stretching a bit against the doorframe.

"Rock back and forth in this contraption? Rather easily love, it is perfectly well fashioned." Emma came into the room and shook her head, a smile on her face until she was standing above him and bending in to kiss him softly.

"Very funny. No I was asking how you manage to tempt me mere days after having a baby. It's entirely unfair." Killian growled lightly and grumbled under his breath about how it was she who was doing the tempting and when she laughed he attested that there was his proof.

"My laugh is a turn on?" Killian scoffed as if it was the most ridiculous of questions.

"Everything about you is appealing to me, Swan." She smiled and her hand came to hold Leia's very small one. Their daughter held on tight, already strong and fiercely driven as her mother was.

"I can't believe we did this. We made this perfect little girl." Emma's voice was charged with feeling, and Killian nodded.

"Aye, love. She's the best thing in the world, tied only with you." Suddenly the lights in the room grew brighter, and it was timed just as Leia was making a little baby yawn. Killian's eyes flew to Emma's whose face was shocked and surprised, no doubt mirroring Killian's own expression.

"I didn't do that." Emma said, completely confident and Killian returned his gaze to his daughter once more. When Leia's eyes caught his, the lights flickered again.

"Maybe it was foolish to assume she wouldn't have magic, but since your brother has shown no signs of such an affinity, I thought perhaps in this world, we'd have children with no powers." Still Killian couldn't keep away the smile. A child with magic, now she truly was just like her mother. They would make sure to teach her not to be afraid, and not to try and hide who she was. They'd teach her that doing good made magic what it should be.

"This may just have gotten ten times more complicated." Killian extended his hand and intertwined his fingers with Emma's."

"Still not more than we can handle, love."

"I know. Just might put a hold on my time table." Killian got up from the chair to put his daughter back in her crib, for she was now definitely asleep once more before responding to Emma.

"What time table?"

"I was thinking we should have all the kids close together, so they could have each other. But a toddler with magic? That may not be the best environment to bring more babies into." Killian was beyond surprised to hear Emma's thoughts on growing their family so soon. They'd never spoken about it, but it was just like his Swan to throw him for a loop.

"I think we can manage just fine, love. I always trust your first instincts." He brought his arms around her to pull her close and she smiled, kissing him surely.

"Good. Have I told you I love you today?" He smirked.

"Perhaps once or twice. But don't let that stop you."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Swan." And with that, Killian worked hard to crystallize the memory of today along with his others, for surely he would want to look back on such a remarkable moment often.

It was only a smile but my heart it went wild
I wasn't expecting that
Just a delicate kiss, anyone could've missed
I wasn't expecting that

Did I misread the sign?
Your hand slipped into mine
I wasn't expecting that
You spent the night in my bed,
You woke up and you said
"Well, I wasn't expecting that"

I thought love wasn't meant to last,
I thought you were just passing through
If I ever get the nerve to ask
What did I get right to deserve somebody like you?
I wasn't expecting that
It was only a word, it was almost mis-heard
I wasn't expecting that
But it came without fear,
A month turned into a year
I wasn't expecting that

I thought love wasn't meant to last,
Honey, I thought you were just passing through
If I ever get the nerve to ask
What did I get right to deserve somebody like you?
I wasn't expecting that

Isn't it strange how a life can be changed
In the flicker of the sweetest smile
We were married in spring
You know I wouldn't change a thing
Without that innocent kiss, what a life I'd have missed

If you'd not took a chance on a little romance
When I wasn't expecting that
Time doesn't take long, three kids up and gone
I wasn't expecting that
When the nurses they came, said it's come back again
I wasn't expecting that
Then you closed your eyes, you took my heart by surprise
I wasn't expecting that!

Post-Note: So there is my CS fluff for the day. Thank you so much to my lovely reader who sent this prompt in to me. Seriously such a cute story to write, and I hope it did your vision justice. Cannot believe the finale is tomorrow! Hoping it all ends well, without more ridiculousness! Anyway thanks for reading!