A/N: Hello, hello! Look who is posting on time! Whaaaaaat?! Thank you for all your reviews - I have replied to them all now! If not, I shall ensure to do so asap! Thank you also for your favourites and follows! I will do my best to get the next update up on time next week but as I mentioned before, I am unable to guarantee anything at the moment as my spare time is spent memorising monologues and songs!

This is a shorter, sweet story because it is Christmas in a few days! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, or if you don't celebrate it, that you have a relaxing few days! Much love to you every single one of you!

Keep Smiling!

She looks down at her little girl. Emma is still in disbelief that she has a daughter. A daughter who is so tiny and so perfect despite being born three weeks early and giving her family a scare. She has ten little fingers and toes, bright blue eyes and wispy blonde hair.

But, life isn't perfect. She doesn't know her brave big brother - and Emma isn't sure if she ever will. Leia Jones is just shy of a month old now and is doted upon by all members of Storybrooke. She is loved so deeply by her parents, but there are times that the family doesn't feel like a proper family with Henry elsewhere. Her nursery is beside his old bedroom, and when Leia is place in there on occasion for naps, Emma finds herself standing in his bedroom door, willing for him to be there in front of her.

Emma feels a kiss pressed to her head and she turns her gaze to he husband, who is offering her a hot cocoa; even despite it being a very warm June day. She lifts her right hand and grips the offered handle, thanking him quietly.

Killian smiles, but it fades when he sees his love's face.

"What's wrong, love? You seem rather vexed, and... far away."

Emma huffs out a laugh before taking a sip of her cocoa, topped only with cinnamon; per her new preference at the moment thanks to pregnancy habits. Killian sits down beside her and takes her mug and puts it on the coffee table in front of them when she tries to do it herself.

She leans down and kisses Leia's forehead, cooing at her when she gurgles up at her mummy. Emma has a small conversation with their daughter, cooing and gurgling at her with a smile.

Killian smiles fondly at his girls and runs his hand over Emma's back.

"What is it, Emma? Remember you are an open book to me, darling."

Emma sighs lightly, knowing he is right, and straightens up. She continues to look at Leia for a moment longer before looking at Killian.

"I wish that Henry could meet his little sister."

Killian presses his lips together. "I wish he could too." he says quietly. "He'd be an amazing big brother."

Emma nods, shifting her arm slightly to better cradle Leia against her chest.

"It's just... we have no idea were he is in the Enchanted Forest." Emma continues. "He could be lost, or alone, or-"

"You know that is ridiculous, Emma." Killian says, shaking his head kindly. "He has Regina and the other version of me keeping an eye on him. He is completely fine."

A sigh releases itself from Emma and she tilts her head to the left, so it rests on Killian's shoulder.

"I just worry about him." she whispers.

"I do too."

They are silent for a few minutes, their gazes cast downwards and watching their little girl as she tries to fight off sleep.

Killian is about to say something when the front door opens and a little someone rushes in.

"Emmy, Killy!"

The pair laugh as Neal comes bounding towards the couch, stopping in front of them.

"Neal, honey, remember I told you to be quiet for your niece." Snow says walking in with David on her heels.

"Sorry." Neal says absentmindedly, his eyes on Leia who is slowly dropping off against her mummy. Instinctively, her rosebud mouth puckers slightly.

Neal gently kisses the baby's head before looking up at Killian with a charming smile. Killian chuckles quietly and carefully lifts his brother-in-law up and settles him on his lap. Snow makes herself comfortable in the armchair and David sits on the floor in front of her.

"How are you three?" David asks.

"Good." Emma says and Killian nods in agreement as Neal leans against him. "Leia is being her beautiful self, and Killian is helping every step of the way as per usual."

Snow looks at her daughter and tilts her head curiously.

"What's wrong, Emma?" she questions.

Emma's eyes blow wide.

"Nothing is wrong." she says quickly; too quickly.

Snow shakes her head. "There is something, sweetheart."

Killian turns his head to his wife and smiles softly at her when her gaze levels with his. She takes a breath.

"I miss Henry."

"Oh, I know, honey." Snow croons. "We all miss him."

Emma sighs and looks down at her little one. Leia has been an amazing addition, expanding their family and bringing a feeling of their family being complete.

Yet, the void in Emma's heart becomes more pronounced.

Sensing his wife's inner turmoil, Killian's hand drifts to Emma's thigh and his thumb sweeps in gentle strokes.

"I just... I hate not knowing."

"That is natural, sweetheart." David says, his voice soft. "It is something every parent experiences. But, you know that he is absolutely fine with Regina watching over him."

Emma nods slightly, eyes still on Leia.

"I wish he could meet his sister."

Snow smiles sympathetically. "He will, Emma."

A pregnant moment of silence passes.

"I'm just being silly." Emma says, sniffing once and adjusting Leia against her again.

"You aren't, baby." Snow says, shifting to the edge of the armchair. "Could I perhaps have a cuddle from my granddaughter?"

David shakes his head slightly as his wife stands up and collects a sleeping Leia, before returning to her chair.

Emma runs her palms down her thighs before suddenly standing and moving upstairs. Killian shares a look with her parents then gently encourages Neal off his lap so he can follow.

Killian finds her sitting in the rocking chair by their large window in their bedroom. She stares out at the sea, her features conflicted.

"Sweetheart?"

Emma's head falls back against the cushion attached to the wooden frame.

"I'm sorry." she mumbles.

Killian shakes his head kindly and kneels beside her.

"You have nothing to apologise for." he says tenderly. "Your mother has apparently forgotten the emotional upheaval that accompanied birthing a babe. Goodness knows we dealt with it from her."

Emma breathes out a snort and her left hand finds its way into his hair, fingers dancing on her husband's scalp.

"Do you think she's right?" she questions a few, less tense, minutes later.

Killian turns his head from the window.

"About what, love?"

"Henry getting to meet Leia."

Killian stands with a light groan, something Emma has delighted in teasing him for, and holds out his hand and hook to her.

"I believe," Killian says, pulling Emma up to standing. "that she is. Henry is curious by nature. When he has found what he is looking for, he will pay us a visit."

Emma nods, her arms rising so they drape over Killian's shoulders. Her arms bend at the elbow so her forearms rest against the back of his head, her hands clasped together. Killian wraps his arms tightly - not too tightly as he knows it isn't much longer until Leia is due a feed, and he doesn't want to cause Emma pain - around her waist. His forehead slowly connects with hers.

"We'll go back down whenever you are ready, my love." he whispers, prepared to give Emma all the time she needs.

"It's all right. I need to make sure that Leia isn't needing a feed."

Killian pulls back and presses a lingering kiss to her forehead, then a shorter and playful peck to the tip of her nose.

"After you then, Mrs Jones."

Taking a deep breath, Emma pulls back, hands sliding over her husband's body as she does so. She moves back downstairs, Killian just behind her, and breathes a slight sigh of relief seeing Leia still asleep in Snow's arms.

The Joneses resume their positions on the couch and Neal is quick to do the same on Killian's lap. David begins a conversation with Killian, primarily discussing the lunch they may order when they go to Granny's when everyone is ready - typical men.

Neal looks at his big sister and sees the lingering sadness. He immediately crawls into her lap from Killian's. Emma smiles at her baby brother and wraps her arms around him as he snuggles against her, head on her shoulder.

"Is your brother no good for cuddles anymore?" Emma asks, teasingly.

Neal shakes his head. "Emmy isn't allowed to be sad." he says. "Have to be happy with pretty smile."

Emma kisses his head. "I am happy." Neal lifts his head. "I just miss Henry sometimes."

Her brother nods before cuddling up to her more.

"Killy has to cuddle too." the little prince orders, turning his head to the aforementioned pirate captain.

"Why is that, lad?" Killian asks, a soft smile on his face.

"Makes Emmy happy, Killy."

Killian's smile broadens before he wraps his right arm around his wife, bringing her and their brother towards him. Neal shifts so he is snuggled between their bodies.

"Are you happier now, Emmy?" he asks innocently, as if cuddles are the answer to all problems.

Despite the heartache, exhaustion and raging hormones, Emma laughs sweetly at him.

"Yes, Neal. Emmy is much happier now."

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