5 years later

Killian woke to the feeling of lips being pressed to his chest, soft hair brushing against his skin. Keeping his eyes closed, he let his hand wander until he felt the bare skin of Emma's thighs under his fingertips.

"How long do we have?" he asked her quietly, his hand moving up and underneath the shirt she was wearing to bed.

"Probably not long enough," Emma answered and lifted her head to catch his lips in a kiss.

She was about to pull away to get up, when Killian tightened his hold on her and turned them over so that he was lying above her. "Good morning," he told her and leaned down for another kiss.

"Morning," she said and smiled up at him.

Killian lifted a hand and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, before kissing her once more, gratefully accepting when Emma's lips parted to welcome his tongue. Emma's hand moved to the back of his head, pulling him even closer, her other hand wandering down his back and he couldn't care less that they were on the verge of getting carried away, when Emma's legs spread wider for him.

"Daddy? Are you sleeping?"

Their daughter's voice made them interrupt their kiss. "Definitely not enough time," he murmured, resting his forehead against Emma's for a moment before rolling onto his back.

"We're awake," Emma called out and even while she spoke the door opened and Clara practically ran inside to climb into their bed.

"Morning, mommy," she said and let Emma kiss her cheek, before her attention shifted to Killian. "Morning, daddy," she said before pressing a wet kiss to his cheek.

"Good morning, little love," he told her with a smile.

Clara lay down next to him, snuggling close and Killian tried to ignore the knowing look Emma gave him before she got up.

"Daddy?"

He turned his head to look at his little princess, meeting her big green eyes that looked so much like Emma's and he already knew that she would probably get whatever she wanted.

"Yes?"

"Can you make pancakes for breakfast?"

"I think mommy wanted to make breakfast this weekend."

Clara looked over her shoulder at Emma, before leaning down toward his ear, whispering loud enough for both him and Emma to hear: "Yours are better."

"I heard that," Emma answered, but she only smiled at them. "Go on, daddy, make breakfast. I'll make sure this one is dressed and ready to be picked up when her grandma arrives."

The moment Emma mentioned Ruth, Clara smiled brightly and hurried to get up, taking Emma's hand and practically pulling her with her toward her room.

Killian looked after them for a moment, feeling like he's the luckiest man on earth to have these two girls in his life.

It was two hours later, when Ruth left with Clara. The little girl was excited to spend the night at her grandmother's house and she had barely been able to sit still while eating breakfast.

And it wasn't long after they were gone, when he found himself back in bed with Emma, picking up where they had stopped earlier. This time without interruptions.

They spent the better part of the day in bed, taking full advantage of their time alone and it was during a moment of just holding each other, when Killian noticed Emma playing with the engagement ring on her finger that he had given her just six weeks earlier.

"Are you having second thoughts?" he asked her quietly.

Emma looked up at him with a smile. "Don't be ridiculous. In case you haven't noticed, I kind of like having you around and have no intention of letting you go," she told him in a teasing tone.

"Oh you just 'kind of like' me being here?" he answered, pretending to be hurt.

If there was only one thing he was certain about, it would be Emma's love for him. When he had proposed, she had barely let him finish speaking before her lips were on his saying Yes again and again between kisses.

"Yeah… Kind of," she told him and then pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, before resting her head on his shoulder. "Maybe we should just go ahead and get married. I don't need it to be a big event. Just having you and Clara there would be enough."

"Your mom would kill me," he chuckled.

Emma laughed too. "Ok, we don't want that to happen. She can come as well." Then she got serious again. "But I mean it. I don't need anything fancy, I just need you and our daughter. I'm sure we could organize something in a few weeks."

"Why a few weeks?" he asked her confused.

"I want us to be the center of attention and I believe that if we wait a few more months, that's not gonna be the case."

"Why?" Killian asked again, although he was beginning to suspect something.

"You remember how we celebrated the engagement?"

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "It was kind of like this," he said, his fingers stroking over her bare back.

"It was very much like this," she answered with a smile and reached for his hand, moving it to her flat stomach. "I went to see the doctor a few days ago, because I wanted to be sure."

"You're pregnant?" Killian asked, unable to hide his smile when Emma nodded and he took her face between his palms to kiss her. "I love you."

"I love you," she told him.

Killian turned them around so that Emma was lying on her back and he moved down to press a kiss to her stomach, feeling happier than he had ever thought possible.