Can't believe I managed to pull this off! I have an idea for the second part. You might not get it tonight though. Gotta open presents and such and spend time with family. I do hope you enjoy the read!

It was a little late in the morning, Regina could tell. She felt a lot more rested than she usually does when it comes to a regular day filled with getting herself and the rest of her family ready for the day. Especially with her new job of creating new life. She absently stroked her belly that seemed a little more taught this morning. She could feel butterflies dancing all the way up into her chest giddy with excitement of finally getting to share her news with her closest friends. She also felt someone staring at her. Her eyes snapped open to two smaller eyes staring right back at her. They were the eyes of a young boy filled with innocence, but he was far from it. She was pretty sure she'd locked the bedroom door before retiring to bed with her husband, just in case setting out Christmas presents led to other late night activities. That darn bump of hers had other plans. Plans that included sapping all her energy. It was really good at doing that. She couldn't recall feeling this exhausted when she was pregnant with Henry. That was years and a lifetime ago, it seemed. The pair of eyes watched her intently before a finger came out of nowhere to tap her on the nose. She blinked her eyes to gain focus.

"Roland," she mustered out, her voice laden with sleep. "What time is it?"

"I don't know mama. I can't tell time." Regina couldn't help but to chuckle at that. She rolled onto her back and let out a sigh. Roland moved a little further down the bed so he could climb in beside her. That's when she noticed Robin's side of the bed was, well, empty. She sat up with a start.

"Roland, where's your father?"

"Um he's, he's downstairs making Christmas breakfast. He said it's almost ready and to see if her majesty was up yet." Regina chuckled again and pulled Roland down with her to cuddle him against her side. "What are we doing mama? It's time to eat! Then we can open presents! Daddy said so!"

"He did, did he?" Roland shook his head in the affirmative.

"Uh – huh," he said while pulling from Regina's grasp and pulling on her arms to drag her into a seated position, as well as he could for he was still a small little boy. Regina flopped back down on the pillows that seemed to have multiplied now that baby Hood was making its presence known.

"Mama, come on! Get up!"

"Roland! I sent you up here to see if she was awake, not to actually wake her." Robin scolded his son.

"But she is awake! Her eyes openeded up! I saw! She even talked! She asked me where you were." Roland explained with a pout. Regina smiled with her eyes closed and opened them when she felts Robin's presence.

"Regina, love, are you going to get out of bed? I don't know if I can contain Roland for much longer." Regina shook her head and mumbled something a tad incoherent before shutting her eyes and snuggling down in the blankets.

"Roland, why don't you head back downstairs for a moment while daddy sees if he can't wake up Sleeping Beauty here, okay?"

"Okay daddy, but don't take too long!" Roland scampered out of their room with his warning. Robin sat on the side of the bed and gazed at Regina. She had gotten to sleep a little later but it seemed she still wasn't really rested. He stroked her forehead and let his hand wander down to her cheek and rest there for a moment. She squinted her eyes open and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Didn't get much sleep, did you?" She shook her head.

"Not in the least. It took me forever to asleep what with putting out all the presents, oh the adrenaline rush and my back, my goodness."

"I told you to just let me pull out all the presents. I can follow directions on where they should go."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry; I should've listened to you." Robin let out a chuckle.

"What was that? Are you admitting that I was right about something?" Regina let out a moan before rolling over to the other side.

"Don't make me say it. Inferring should be enough for you." Robin let out another chuckle before gingerly rubbing her low back. She arched at his touch at first, but soon relaxed into his ministrations. "My god, where were your hands last night?" She sighed out.

"Well, they were other places, if you do recall." She grinned at his response. He continued kneading her back for a few more minutes before a pitter patter of feet could be heard coming up the stairs. It wasn't long before a small body launched itself onto the bed.

"Roland!" Robin yelled harshly at the boy who began to cry. Robin had scared him. Robin was more afraid of what damage the little boy could cause Regina and the unborn child she carried. Roland was still not exactly self – aware that he could possibly injure someone. Robin scooped the little boy up and began to rock him, hoping to soothe his tears. Regina rolled over and sat up. She situated herself against the pillows and reached out to take Roland from Robin. Robin climbed into bed and sat the little boy between the two of them.

"Roland, son, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but you have to be careful around Regina, okay? No roughhousing." Roland looked up between the two of them, slightly confused. Regina used to roughhouse with him and Henry and daddy.

"Why not? We used to."

"Well, not anymore, okay? At least not for a while."

"But why?"

"Because, because mommy has a sore back." Roland looked back and forth between his parents again, trying to decide if he believed them. Henry appeared in the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He walked over to the bed and flopped down.

"Did you stay up late waiting for Santa, young man?" Regina joked.

"Did you see him Henry? Didya? Didya?" Roland pestered his older brother. Henry winked his eyes open. He didn't see Santa, he was too focused on his comic books. He wanted to get done reading them so he could immediately start on the next set he asked Santa for. He shook his head, "No Ro, I didn't see him. But I heard him downstairs! I didn't want to chance him seeing me spy on him, so I just stayed in my bed." Roland looked down at his hands in his lap, a little saddened. "Oh," he sighed out.

"But that doesn't mean he didn't come, does it? You said there were presents under the tree, didn't you?" Regina said, bopping the boy on the nose. He shook his head yes. Henry then climbed onto the bed and nestled himself against Regina. She scooted over ever so slightly to allow Henry a little more room on their bed. She thought they might need a bigger bed if she expected to fit five bodies onto it. She chuckled lightly. They sat there cuddled together for a moment before Roland dragged everyone's attention back to the task at hand.

"Can we go open presents now?"

"How about we eat first? Hmm?" Robin suggested.

"But we're all up here! How can we have breakfast downstairs if we're upstairs?" His logic was impeccable.

"I know! Why don't we have Christmas Day breakfast in bed? Then we'll all head downstairs to see what Santa brought, how does that sound?"

"Okay, but you promise not to get seconds mama? It always takes you longer when you do that and you're getting squishy," Roland exclaimed as he reached across a pudgy finger to poke Regina's belly. She supposed she was starting to gain noticeable weight. Robin caught Roland's hand.

"Roland, that's not very nice. Where did you hear that?"

"The kids at school. They said if you get seconds you get squishy! And mama gets seconds and look! She's squishy."

"Well, that's still not a very nice thing to say about someone, okay? We love everyone, no matter how squishy they are okay?"

"Okay papa. Can we get food now? My tummy's eating me!" Robin pulled Roland off the bed and set him on the floor.

"Hey Henry, why don't you catch up with Roland downstairs, I'll only be a few moments with your mom, okay?" Henry nodded his head and reluctantly slid off the bed to follow Roland down the stairs. Robin leaned onto the bed to gather Regina into his arms. She sniffled a little bit and he caressed her arms, up and down.

"Who knew kids that young had body issues? He didn't mean anything by it, dear." She sniffled once more.

"I know, but it's true, I am getting squishy." She'd sat up by now, pulled out of his grasp and motioned towards her belly. Robin pulled her forward a bit and shifted himself so that he was seated behind her. He clasped the small, imperceptible bulge and stroked it tenderly.

"You are not squishy, you are with child and it is beautiful. And I think you are all the more beautiful for it. Roland just doesn't know there's a baby in there and that sometimes mama needs to eat seconds, or thirds and desert." Regina let out a soft chuckle, causing tears to streak down her face.

"I have been rather gluttonous, haven't I? I just can't help it! I think I'm making up for those first few weeks where I could hardly keep anything down. I do need to be more mindful of what I'm eating, starting after today. Because we're going to have an awesome amazing Christmas dinner and it won't really matter how much I eat because then everyone will already know I'm feeding this parasite." Robin pulled her hands underneath his so they both could stroke her belly. Roland appeared in the doorway again. He was a little impatient.

"Are you playing with mama's squishy? Is that why you're still up here? Henry's making the breakfasts, but we need help to get it up the stairs." Robin and Regina paused. He pecked a kiss to her cheek and extracted himself from behind his wife to follow his son downstairs. Regina let out a contented sigh. She dragged herself from underneath the cozy sheets and blankets and straightened up the bed some. She flicked on the tv to the channel that was airing A Christmas Story the entire day. It was somewhat of a tradition. She and Daniel would watch the movie, just the two of them after they returned home from spending the entire day at her parents' house. It was something for just the two of them and they looked forward to sharing it with their children. While she continued on the tradition with their son, she didn't think Daniel would mind if she included Robin and Roland and Baby Hood in the tradition as well.

She was startled out of her reverie by the clanking of glass onto ceramic. Her boys made it up the stairs with the Christmas breakfast. The ever so eager Roland appeared in the doorway with his tray first. She took it from him so he could properly situate himself on the bed. She set the tray on the table and picked out a towel from the closet to spread on the bed. Then she returned the tray to Roland who was eager to start his breakfast and then move on to presents.

"Ah ah, Roland, please wait for your father and Henry. It wouldn't be fair to start without them now, would it?" Roland pouted a little bit. Henry came in next, with Robin bringing up the rear. Henry perched himself on the edge of the bed next to Roland and settled his tray in his lap. Robin motioned for Regina to sit back on her side of the bed, nestled against her pillows. He set their trays down on the dresser so he could drape a towel across her lap. Finally they were all seated to enjoy breakfast in bed and watch a little bit of the movie Regina put on for them. Most of the jokes were above Roland's comprehension. It was quite cute to watch him laugh when all the adults laughed even when he had no idea what was going on. Soon, Regina's plate was cleaned and Robin noticed her eyeing his last two remaining pieces of bacon. Her hand absently snuck over to his plate, which he lightly popped. She snatched her hand back and looked at him slightly offended. She motioned to her 'squishy' and he acquiesced, placing both pieces for her to scoop up the last little bit of syrup. She let out a small yawn.

"Hey boys, why don't we take these trays downstairs and load them in the dishwasher? I can turn the movie on downstairs."

"But when are we gonna open presents?" Roland said as he too let out a slight yawn. It was getting to be about time for his midmorning nap at school, which Regina thought was perfect because she could feel the fingers of sleep tugging at her. A nap sounded wonderful.

"Uh, as soon as we get all this put away, okay?" Robin responded. He walked around to Regina's side of the bed, picked up her tray and kissed away the dribble of syrup that landed on the side of her lips. He whispered in her ear, "Maybe if I turned the movie on he'll drift off to sleep? You look like you could use a few more hours of sleep." Regina reached up and grabbed his cheek with one hand.

"You know me so well, thief. A midmorning nap sounds quite enticing. I missed your arms this morning. Do you think you could join me?"

"I'd be delighted! Let me go check on the boys first." He pecked Regina on the nose and hurried down the stairs. Henry had already turned on the tv and Roland cuddled up against him to continue the twenty – four hour binge watching of A Christmas Story as was his and his mother's custom every Christmas. Henry knew it was a tradition started by his parents and this one moment was one way he felt somewhat connected to a father he hadn't really known.

"Hey Henry, Roland, are you guys okay down here?"

"Yeah Robin, we're great."

"Good, your mom's still a bit tired and I'm afraid she's fallen asleep after such a big breakfast."

"Does that mean we're not gonna open presents?" Whined Roland.

"Oh we'll open them, after everyone's had their nap."

"But I don't wanna nap! Naps are for babies and school. We're not at school and I'm a big boy, not a baby."

"I know you're not at school and you're not a baby, but your body is used to the routine. Why don't you and Henry stay down here and watch the movie? I'm gonna go back upstairs and make sure mommy only sleeps for one hour, is that alright?" Roland huffed a bit. He held up is index finger in front of his dad's face.

"Fine, one hour. Henry will you let me know when it's been one hour?" Both Henry and Robin chuckled at Roland.

"Will do buddy, will do."

Mary – Margaret, David and Neal were all cozied in their queen sized bed having succumbed to another night of co - parenting sleeping. This particular tradition she didn't think was so bad. Neal had fallen asleep close enough to his usual bed time, allowing Mary – Margaret and David to spend some quality time together the night before Christmas. Mary – Margaret worked on wrapping some last minute presents while David prepped food for Christmas Day dinner. He was making a couple of side dishes while leaving roasting a big fat turkey for Robin and Regina.

"How's it going in there?" David called out to his wife.

"Fine, it's going fine, I think."

"You think? Ha ha ha, still having trouble wrapping gifts, I see."

"Don't laugh! You know it's never been my strong suit. This is why I buy gift bags."

"I know, I know, but wrapping paper is cheaper!"

"It's not cheaper if I have to throw it away because I messed it up. And besides, you can reuse gift bags, so there!" Mary – Margaret exclaimed while sticking her tongue out at her husband. She decided to take a break and pulled herself off the floor. She joined her husband in the kitchen area to watch him cook. Man, she loved a man who could cook and wore tight jeans so she could stare at his ass while he did it. She picked up her wine glass off the counter and took a sip. She nipped a couple of cracker, cheese and summer sausage pieces from the discarded platter on the counter and chewed contentedly. She let out a long sigh and swiveled back around in the direction of the pile of presents yet to be wrapped on the floor.

"I just don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"Well, I figured with all the stuff she bought for the boys Regina would be just as behind in wrapping gifts, but alas! 'That's where you're wrong, Mare!' Apparently she wraps them as soon as she gets home. Why am I such a procrastinator?" She sighed again and slid off the chair.

"Well, I am almost done in here. I can help you finish those." Her eyes went wide.

"Really? Oh you're such a prince!" She walked around the counter to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Yep, just a regular old Prince Charming here." David finished rinsing off the dishes he used to prep the food and stuck them in the dishwasher to let run while they finished wrapping presents. It only took them about forty – five more minutes to finish wrapping with David's help. If Mary – Margaret had to finish all by herself it probably would have taken her two hours. Mary – Margaret helped David strategically place the presents around the tree, so that all the ones they would open for themselves were in the front and the ones they were taking to Regina's were in the back.

"Did you make sure to remind Emma and Killian to stop by here first so they can help load the crib?" David shook his head, "Yep, they'll be here around eleven – ish. You know they can get a whole lot more sleeping in than any of us."

"Lucky bastards."

"You wanna watch a Christmas movie? We've got time now that you rescued me from all that present wrapping."

"Sure! What looks good?"

"I don't know, how about 'A Nightmare Before Christmas'?"

"Really? That's what you want to watch?"

"Wha? It's not your traditional sappy Christmas movie. Come on, it'll be fine!" David shrugged his shoulders and pulled his wife against him as they settled down to watch the movie. About half way through he could hear soft snores coming from his wife. He knew that was going to happen. He clicked off the tv and shook his wife ever so slightly.

"Hey Snow White, you fell asleep again," he whispered. Mary – Margaret mumbled something incoherent. He supposed he would just have to carry her to bed. He scooped her up and she subconsciously adjusted her body to the new position as he walked the few feet to their bed and slid her onto her side of the bed. He pulled the covers from underneath her and tucked her in. He smiled down at his wife and sweet son slumbering together. He then climbed into his side of the bed and joined them in the Land of Nod.

David woke to find a toe crammed up his nose. It appeared that Neal found a new sleeping position. He pulled the toe and slid out from under the covers. He went to the bathroom to get in a quick shower and start on a light breakfast fare. While he and Mary – Margaret could probably wait until the mid – afternoon for the feast at Regina's, a certain little two – year old would be a little cross about not having his dry cereal. He came down the stairs to find Mary – Margaret already starting on a pot of coffee.

"Good morning and Merry Christmas!" She greeted him. He walked over to his wife and captured her lips in his.

"Good morning indeed. Did I wake you?"

"Mmm, no, your absence did. I heard the shower running. Our little prince still slumbers on. I can't wait until he's a little older to properly enjoy this."

"Heh, I'll settle for this. A few moments early in the morning without being disturbed by little kids."

"Kids? More than one? You sure about that?" Mary – Margaret chuckled as she rounded the counter to place a bowl of Neal's cereal so that when he woke all she had to do was place him in his high chair. "I'm going to shower. Neal should be up soon, his cereal is all ready."

"Aye – aye captain."

Mary – Margaret returned a short while later feeling rather refreshed. David managed to cook up a light breakfast of toast, eggs and orange juice to go with their coffee. Neal seemed to have finished his cereal and had even gotten into some eggs, judging from his new hairstyle. She went to pick up her son. She held him her lap while she ate, making sure egg actually got into his body and not his hair. Once they were all done eating, Mary – Margaret placed Neal on the floor, grabbed his hand and led him over to the Christmas tree. They all sat down around it.

"What did Santa bring you?" Gasped Mary – Margaret as David passed her a present to help Neal open. She started peeling the wrapping paper back for the toddler until he got the hang of it and started shredding the paper himself.

"Nemo!"

"That's right! Nemo!" It was another Finding Nemo shirt. Practically everything they got for Neal was Nemo – themed. Heaven forbid the next time Regina comes over and sees that Nemo vomited all over their loft. She would probably actually vomit which would be quite unfortunate now that she was out of the morning sickness phase. Mary – Margaret was actually looking forward to the afternoon at Regina's. She was finally going to make the announcement to everyone and she could finally relax and enjoy her pregnancy.

David passed her a present. She slowly pulled the ribbon and peeled back the wrapping paper. It was a small white box. Jewelry. She smiled to herself. She opened the lid to reveal a necklace with a pendant on it, well not exactly. It was her engagement ring. She hadn't been able to fit it back on her fingers after Neal was born. They'd gone out to get another set but she really missed her original ring. She let out a little sniffle and sat up to pull David into a hug.

"Oh David, it's wonderful, thank you."

"You like it?"

"Yes, I've missed this ring. Will you put it on for me?"

"Sure thing!" David leaned forward, unclasped the necklace and draped it around his wife's neck before reclasping it. Mary – Margaret reached up to slide the ring down the necklace so it sat between her breasts. Next she pulled out a present to give to David, it was from Neal.

"Is it Nemo – related?" He let out a chuckle as he tore the wrapping paper. Mary – Margaret let out a shy giggle.

"Maybe. You know Neal and Nemo!"

David finally opened the box. It was a larger version of a Finding Nemo tie they'd gotten for Neal. He couldn't help but laugh. "Really Mare?" Mary – Margaret was shaking so hard from laughter she'd fallen onto her side. David hopped off the seat he was sitting on and he and Neal started a tickle fight.

"I give! I give! That was from Neal! This is my gift to you," she said as she passed David another box. It was rather heavy and really had him stumped.

"Ahh, the Joy of Cooking?"

"Yep, gotta love a man who can cook! And that apron underneath is the only thing to be worn while you're practicing. I wanna see your ass." She yelped out that last part before falling down into another fit of laughter.

Killian stood over Emma with a steaming hot cup of hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon in his hands. She looked utterly adorable. Well if you called balled up in the covers, one leg hanging off the bed and hair mussed about her face adorable – she was the poster girl. She might even have been drooling just a little bit. They stayed up late last night wrapping presents and watching awful Christmas movies on the Hallmark channel. He pushed the hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. She smacked her lips and brushed her hand absently in the air. She rolled over and burrowed deeper under the covers. As much as he wanted to let his girlfriend sleep 'til her heart's content, they had a schedule to keep to. A Regina schedule. It amazed him how one woman could direct the lives of so many people. Mary – Margaret and Emma seemed to be the sisters she never had. He chuckled lightly to himself and set the cup of hot chocolate on the end table next to their bed. He gently shook her.

"Emma, dear. It's time to get up. Come on love, wake up. I brought you hot chocolate." He said in a sing song voice. She moaned a little bit, a sign that she was possibly entering into the land of the living. He shook her a little bit more. "Come on, that's it."

"Ughh, what time is it? My internal body clock tells me it is not noon. I don't like waking up before noon, you know this." She commented with her eyes still closed.

"I know, but we promised Mary – Margaret and David we'd meet at their loft around eleven to help them with Robin's surprise gift. And we still have presents to open and pack up." At the word presents Emma abruptly sat up. She rubbed the side of her head and reached her hand out for the hot chocolate. So, she had heard him when he told her he made her hot chocolate. She took a sip and let the soothing liquid slide down her throat. It was cozy warm in their apartment and the hot liquid ignited her insides. She winked her eyes open at Killian and he bent down to kiss away her whipped cream mustache. They shared a laugh. She set the mug down on the bedside stable and drew herself to her knees. She pulled Killian by the collar of the housecoat he was wearing. The shared more kisses. The first one started off soft and innocent, but each one progressed a little more. Soon they were both opened-mouthed, grasping hungrily at each other. Emma's hands pulled the tie on Killian's robe so that it hung open and she ran her hands up underneath the ribbed tank top he wore to bed. Killian's hands drifted to Emma's arms, rubbing them up and down to warm her up. He pulled back to stare into her eyes.

"What?" She questioned, searching his eyes in return.

"You're beautiful. I'm glad we've gotten to know each other over the year." She scoffed.

"What year? It's only been about six months, ya big goof," she sighed as she slapped his shoulder. She made a move to grab her mug of hot chocolate and swing herself off the bed. She set her mug on the kitchen table so she could use the bathroom in the two bedroom apartment one bath apartment they shared.

"Actually, it's seven months, apparently I'm the only one that's counting," he chuckled as he took another swig of Emma's hot chocolate. She exited the bathroom brushing her teeth. It was their usual morning routine. Killian went into work at the docks early in the morning. She would wake with him and prepare her day until it was time for him to leave. She would pitter around the apartment until around ten o'clock when she would lie down for a mid – morning nap. It was her kind of work schedule and she enjoyed immensely. She returned to the bathroom to finishing brushing her teeth and to rinse off her face.

"Do we have time for a quick shower?"

"Yeah, sure, a quick one! I let you sleep til ten, so that leaves us little time to get over to the Nolans. And perhaps I should shower off as well." Emma peeked around the door frame.

"You wanna join me? Save some time, save some water?" Killian chuckled at the proposition.

"Not quite sure it would be a quick shower if I went with you. Go ahead, I'll finish making you a bite to eat."

"Fine, suit yourself."

Killian had a special gift planned for Emma. Sure it had only been seven months, but he couldn't really dream of a life without Emma Swan and he was certain she felt the same way. He made a deal with Granny to have some fresh Bear Claws for Emma for breakfast. She came through for him and he'd gone over to the diner early in the morning to pick them up from her. He also picked up a couple of other pastries to take to Regina's. Emma signed them up for the desserts because neither one of them were exactly the best cooks around town. After he set the table, he set out a little gift bag next to her freshened mug of hot chocolate and surveyed his presentation. It was another few minutes before Emma emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair and wearing a ribbed tank top with pajama bottoms.

"Oh, you grabbed breakfast! How sweet! How'd you convince Granny?" She asked as she approached the table to take a bite of the pastry.

"I told her I had something special planned for you." Emma paused and slowed down her chewing enough to swallow her bite of pastry before continuing.

"You what?"

"Here, have a seat." He pulled out the chair for her and motioned for her to sit down. She sat and he helped push her chair up to the table. She returned her pastry to the plate and turned to face Killian as he took the chair adjacent to her.

"Swan. Emma. Emma Swan. I know we've only been dating for seven months, but I feel this incredible connection to you." Emma started to protest. "No, no, no, hear me out, okay?" She paused and nodded for him to continue. "I know we've talked about marriage and all the reasons we can't see ourselves that way. It took some time to get that through my head, to accept that. But I do know I can't not have you buy my side and I can't not let the world know that we are together. And so," he said as he picked up the small gift bag and pulled out a velvet box and opened it, "will you, Emma Swan, be my non – wife?" Emma stared at him, mouth wide open. After a few seconds, her jaw started working, but no sound came out. She stood up from the table, gasping.

"Wh, wh, well, um," she stared back at him. "Your non – wife?"

"Yeah, think of this as a promise ring that we'll be together. I will respect you. You respect me. We love each other, well, I know I love you and pretty sure you said as much yourself last night," Emma blushed. "This isn't a proposal for marriage. I know that's something you're not comfortable with. As long as I know you want to be by my side for as long as you'll have me, we don't need a bloody paper. Whadya say?" After a few heartbeats she shook her head vigorously.

"Which hand does it go on?" Were the first words out of her mouth.

"Uh, hadn't really thought of that. How about the right one? No one will think it's an engagement ring and ask all sorts of weird questions." She stuck out her hand and he placed the celtic knotted band onto her finger. They pulled each other close and shared another kiss. She brought her hands to his chest and he held her there for a minutes more. She looked up into his eyes.

"Right, so about that shower? You're kinda sweaty. Regina's gonna be able to smell you from a mile away," she laughed into his chest.

"I suppose you're right. Go get dressed, I'll be ready in a jiffy." While Killian hopped in the shower, Emma finished getting dressed. She spun the promise ring around her finger, trying to adjust to the feel of it; to the weight of it. Sure she knew in her heart right in that moment that she wanted more than nothing to spend the rest of her life with Killian. She just never knew that he felt the same way. She loved him even more for understanding that she might not want to get married and how much she would appreciate this commitment from him. And now she felt kind of bad. There was no way her present would top his. Often times she felt like the guy in the relationship as far as sappiness goes. Emma pulled on a pair of corduroys and a warm cranberry sweater. She lightly dusted her face with foundation, some blush and eye – liner. She felt like sprucing up a little bit. She returned to the kitchen area to finish her bear claws and to set out her own tiny gift bag for Killian. This was how he found her when he emerged from the bedroom.

"Amazing! You're actually dressed!"

"Yeah, well we're cutting it close, wouldn't you say?" She stood up with her hands behind her back and walked into Killian. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him. She brought her hands from around her back and presented the gift bag to Killian.

"What's this here?" He asked as he pulled the tissue paper from top and pulled out a key ring with a key attached to it.

"Well, since you practically spend all your time here with me, I figured why not have your own key and maybe move in with me? Especially since we're promised to each other it seems," she spilled out all at once so it seemed words were tripping over themselves. Killian's mouth spread in a wide grin. He picked Emma up and spun her around, kissed her and set her back down on the ground.

"That would make me most happy, Swan."

Once we get through the holiday - themed stuff the fic will go back to one - shot style. Love you guys for your reviews and follows!

H. A.