I'm cs as parents trash and also cs snuggling trash so here we are with 900 words of 100% fluff.


what a privilege to love you

It's cold.

Her toes are practically frozen icicles even under the cover of a few blankets and a thick comforter, and the last thing Emma wants to do is get up, despite the little voice that crackles through the monitor on her nightstand.

She groans into her pillow, rubbing her feet against the mattress for heat generated from friction, ultimately finding a set of warm legs beside her that she can stuff them between.

He grunts unhappily. "You're freezing."

"You're warm," she retorts, mumbling into her pillow.

Her pirate sighs, taking an arm and using it to pull her closer to him. She buries her face in his chest, finally feeling warm again. She doubts she'll ever tire of the feeling of being held in his arms.

They rest for a few moments in relative silence, the exception being the babbling little girl in the monitor.

"She wants you," Killian informs her.

Emma huffs unhappily. "I'm sleeping."

He chuckles, deep and sleepy. "Oh, I see." He drops a kiss to her forehead before he leaves her and she makes a discontented noise, opening her eyes to see him sliding out of bed. "I'll be back with a bundle of hugs and messy kisses."

She smiles despite her desperate need to just sleep for a little while longer and closes her eyes, tugging the blankets higher to get warmer.

It feel as if only a second passes when she's greeted by happy giggles ringing in her ears, and she peels her eyes open to look. Killian sits down on his side of the bed, their little daughter in his hold, his lips upon her cheek as she laughs so contentedly.

"Here's mummy, little love," Killian says, settling her down on the bed beside Emma.

Emma reaches out to put her hand on her sweet daughter's side, her own face lighting up in kind. "Hi,"

Her daughter smiles at her and Emma glances up to meet Killian's affectionate gaze. It's been over a year since they had their little girl and he still stares at them like he can't believe it.

"I'll go make some cocoa to warm you up, love."

Emma hums in thanks, unable to wipe the smile from her lips because of the precious girl lying beside her.

"Are you cold?" Emma asks. She moves closer to her daughter, who eagerly wraps her little arms around her neck and wiggles in close so that Emma has no choice but to laugh when she puts her mouth over her nose. "What are you doing? Are you being silly like Daddy?"

"Oi! I'm not silly!" Killian's voice comes from the doorway. Emma turns just enough that her daughter releases her, and Killian just shakes his head, moving toward them with a smirk on his lips. He leans over Emma and makes a face at their daughter. "I'm absolutely not silly."

Emma laughs and reaches up to pat his stubbled cheek. "What happened to getting cocoa?"

"I-" he pauses, struggling for words. He goes to the foot of the bed and crawls across to lie behind their daughter, turned toward them. "I was going to get you cocoa but then I thought better of it. We're overdue for a trip to town, aren't we?"

Emma sighs, thinking of her parents and how they'd just asked to see them. It's too early in the day to think about family get-togethers, despite how wonderful and entertaining they are. "Yeah. I guess so."

"Besides," he says lowly, a tiny smile on his face, "you're cold and there's only one way to warm you up properly."

She arches an eyebrow. "What's that?"

Killian wraps his arm around the two of them, his feet bumping against the icicles attached to her legs as his nose nuzzles against hers. Her heart stutters just a fraction and she hums as her eyes slide shut contentedly.

Their quiet bubble of warmth doesn't last very long. Their daughter begins to get wiggly and complains with a whine.

"Granny's?"

"Granny's."

..

Killian prepares the baby to go while Emma changes into something that will keep her warm. His daughter grins up at him with her sweet eyes shimmering up at him. He can't help but kiss her cheek as soon as he settles the hat Granny had knitted for the wee lass back when he and Emma announced her pregnancy a little over two years ago.

He chuckles as he settles her on his hip and she eagerly clings to him, her arms wrapped snugly around his neck.

"Ready to go, love?" Killian calls over his shoulder, taking the baby bag from the unmade bed.

"Yeah!" Emma calls back, stepping out of the bathroom with her fingers still working nimbly on the buttons of her sweater.

She's so beautiful, his Swan, and he tells her just that.

Emma tilts her head at him. "I'm a hot mess right now and in about twenty minutes I'll probably have food on my shirt."

Killian gives his head a shake and holds her arm while he kisses her forehead. "You're always beautiful to me, sweetheart."

She smiles at him weakly, apparently not used to the compliment. "I'll take her if you want?"

He attempts to turn his head to look at the girl on his hip, but she nuzzles closer, making him laugh. "I don't think she wants to go."

Emma hums. "I get it." She moves to look their daughter in the eye, shifting the hat atop her head. "Daddy's really warm, isn't he?"

Killian smirks, lifting his eyebrows at her. She rolls her eyes and kisses him chastely. "Come on, let's go. I'm hungry."