my friend sent me more pictures and I am so weak for daddy!Killian that I couldn't resist :)


you are grace, you are light

Killian Jones never thought he would have this. He never thought he would get to settle down and start a family. Surely, when he was younger, he may have fantasized once or twice, but as time swept him up in its grasp, he found the idea of becoming a father something that may never happen for him.

And so, he was never one to bring it up or consider it.

When he and Emma started dating, spending the rest of his life with Emma and Henry became his future.

And when Emma had approached him, her teeth nibbling into her lower lip nervously, her eyes hesitant and yet a resilient and bright shade of green, to tell him the news- their news- his views changed again.

Instead of living for himself, he's living for a family.

His daughter comes into the world on a Tuesday. She's small, but she's got quite the set of lungs, and she's perfect. Perfect in every single tangible way.

She has toes and fingers that are so small to the touch. Sometimes he worries that he'll harm her or break her, but Emma insists that he won't. Her hair is soft and she has big blue eyes that shine whenever he looks down into them.

She squirms and fidgets and she has little noises she likes to make. Each of them is precious to him and he tries to memorize them, tries to hold tight to these moments because he never wants to let go now that he has her.

He often lies in bed or on the couch with his daughter curled up on his chest. He holds her steady with his palm against her back, reveling in the feeling of this tiny life, breathing and dreaming, still so dependent upon he and Emma for everything in her world.

He kisses the top of her head as she lies there with him, hoping that his wee lass knows that the heart her small ear rests upon is so incredibly full and content with love for her.

Sometimes, he swears it'll burst.

..

Emma leans on the doorframe of their bedroom one lazy morning, watching as Killian holds their daughter so gently against his chest. She adores these moments. Watching him being a father, determined to protect and nurture the baby that's fast asleep against him, is something that almost always brings tears to her eyes.

To know that he'd once been a pirate sailing the seven seas in search of vengeance makes it even sweeter. He'd changed for her, to have this life, and she doesn't know if she'll ever be able to get used to the idea.

She smiles softly at him and he back at her.

"How is she?"

Killian's thumb swipes a soothing circle on the infant's back and she shifts just slightly against him, squirming in her sleep.

"A proper princess," he says lowly.

Emma crosses the bedroom to sit on the bed by his knees, turned so she can gaze down at the sleeping little girl with so much hope and light in her future.

"You're never going to be able to say no to her."

Killian smirks. "I'm quite used to that, Swan." He kisses the baby's head, breathing her in deep, nuzzling his nose against the soft tuft of hair she has.

Emma's heart squeezes tight at the sight of her husband's affections over their little girl.

"I never thought I'd want this, you know." Killian says suddenly.

Emma tilts her head to the side as she reaches out to touch the baby's fingers. "Yeah."

"Now that she's here, I wouldn't change a thing."

She knows what he means. She had been content with her life lived with her pirate and her son before finding out about this little bundle of joy. But having her here has changed everything.

Emma meets Killian's eyes and she smiles lovingly at him. "Me either."

..

Killian wakes one morning and discovers that Emma is missing from their bed. With one eye open, he checks the alarm clock and then slings his legs over the side of the bed to go search for her.

He hears her before he sees her. Her voice is a soft murmur, and he swears his heart isn't ready for the sight he stumbles into.

She's standing in the living room by the front windows that look out on the town and the sun is just starting to rise, casting its warm glow onto the savior as she cradles their daughter close, with one hand on the back of her head and the other snugly pressed against the infant's bottom.

Emma's hair is up and she's still in her nightclothes, a large shirt she'd stolen from his dresser drawer, and she sways a little as she looks away from the sunrise and to the little girl. She kisses the crown of her head a few times and holds her closer toward her chest, shifting on her toes to study the sun again.

He swears he falls in love all over again at the beauty of it all.

She turns then, apparently sensing his presence. A smile fills her lips and she continues to stand there, basking in the warm sunlight, a perfect picture of grace.

"Hi."

Killian smiles in return as he crosses the room. He stops before her, focusing on his wife with adoration for the woman who has given him a reason to live again, simply for loving him.

"You are so beautiful," he says softly.

Her cheeks fill with a sweet pink hue and she laughs as if she's embarrassed, her gaze dropping to the baby in her arms. She kisses the top of the little one's head and Killian wraps his arms around the two gently, drawing Emma's chin upwards in curiousity.

He leans forward to kiss her forehead. "I am so in love with you, Emma."

Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks and her smile is warm as he pulls away. He lifts his hand away from the small of her back in order to reach up when their daughter makes a noise, taking her fingers gently onto his index.

And it's perfect, this moment, so perfect it makes his heart ache. There's nothing he regrets about the life he's lived, not if it means he can have this.

"I love you too."