Santa

"So, you really okay with me marrying your mom, mate?" Killian asked, looking at Henry. "We aren't doing untold psychological damage to you, right"

"Let's see. My great-grand father is Peter Pan. My grandfather is the Dark One slash Rumplestiltskin. The Wicked Witch killed my dad. My mom is the Evil Queen slash my step-great-grandmother. My other mom is the Savior. My other grandparents are Snow White and Prince Charming. AND your first love is my grandmother. You're worried that my mom marrying Captain Hook is what's finally going to push me over the edge?"

Killian groaned. "Something like that. I'd never heard it all listed out there all at once. You've got quite the family tree. But essentially, I want to make sure you're okay with everything."

"I am. You're cool. And my mom is happy."

Satisfied, as he was sure Henry would have told him how he was feeling if it was otherwise, he simply said, "Good."

"Now about Operation Rudolph." Henry loved his secret plans, and was not about to let the engagement derail their plan to make his mom love Christmas. "How are you coming with the gifts?"

"I'm up to 18. Do you need me to list them for your approval?"

"No," said Henry, rolling his eyes. "But we need to think of more stuff to do. Christmas stuff."

"Well, I hear that visiting Santa Claus is something kids here do with their parents. Do you want to get her to take you to see Santa?"

Henry's eye-roll was almost audible.

"Killian, I'm 13, not 5." Henry paused. "But… I could get my grandmother to take Neal, and get my mom to go with us. It won't be the same as taking me when I was a kid, but it's as close as we can get until you two have a kid."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. When have we ever said anything about having a kid?"

"I just figured you would. I mean, you like kids, right? You kind of were a dad to my dad for awhile. You've always been good with me. I just assumed you'd want one."

"Your mom and I have never talked about it. I don't know how she feels, but I guess you're right. It would be nice to have a child. You wouldn't mind?"

"No. I think it would be cool. I'd be a great big-brother."

"That you would, lad."

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Henry and Killian had called Mary Margaret and let her know that taking Neal to Santa was now part of Operation Rudolph. Neal was much too young to understand, but Mary Margaret said she'd tell Emma that she wanted the photos if Emma questioned why they were taking him so young.

When Killian and Henry got back to the loft, the ladies and Neal were ready to leave, and Henry and Killian 'casually' decided they'd like to join them.

Once at the mall, they stood in line with all of the other parents and children of Storybrooke who had decided to visit Santa. Crying children, impatient parents, a very bored santa. It was a lot to take in.

"I think this was a bad idea. This is not going to put your mom in a Christmas mood. This is more like the seventh circle of hell."

Just then the kid in front of them, who had been screaming crying for the past five minutes, leaned over and puked all over Killian's shoes.

"I take it back, Henry. I take it all back. I hope you won't be too disappointed at being an only child."

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Later that night, once everyone else had gone to bed, Emma and Killian sat on the couch snuggling. David and Mary Margaret had been giving them more privacy at the loft, thanks to their newly engaged status.

"What was that earlier, when you told Henry he was going to be an only child?" Emma questioned.

"Oh, I was kind of joking. Henry was talking about us taking our future kid to see Santa, and we briefly discussed if he'd be okay being an older brother. He said he'd like it. I know you and I haven't discussed it, but I think we should talk about it. You know, after Christmas. After the move. After the wedding. But someday."

Emma who had been snuggled in to the crook of his shoulder, sat up and gently kissed him on the lips. "Yes, someday. I think I'd like that."