**got this idea while browsing on Tumblr, so whoever this belongs to, take the credit for the general plotline! Will be adding my own AU to this**

Four months ago, Killian Jones traded his career as a performer for a life of domesticities when he fell in love with a blonde haired, green eyed beauty named Emma Swan. Four months ago, Killian Jones left the wild, unpredictable life of touring with his band for the life of relaxation, love, and happiness that he found in his soulmate.

Emma Swan was home one day, fighting off a flu that she caught from the kids she taught. Killian was away at work, running his music shop. The TV was on the fritz again, and she didn't have the energy to get up and fix it. She fumbled her hand around on the plush chair beside the sofa, in search of the laptop so she could watch Netflix. Upon opening it, music started playing from the Spotify browser Killian uses (Emma personally prefers 8Tracks). "What is this?" she mused aloud as she clicked on the operating playlist; it was entitled ES. The list was filled with all of her favorite songs, as well as some that she'd never heard of before. Songs like "I'll Keep You Safe" by Sleeping at Last, "Home" by Daughtry, those she recognized; but others she didn't. She let the music play, the melodies and harmonies swirling around her warmly. The songs filled the air, and suddenly Emma realized that the music on the playlist were all love songs. And, somewhere in the back of her medicine-fogged brain, Emma recognized some songs that Killian had played for her. A smile crept over her lips, and love washed over her.

"Swan?" she heard over the music, and she quickly snapped out of her love-filled haze.

"Living room!" she called out, her loud voice scratching her sore throat. She coughed, and Killian entered the room with a small smile and worry filling his eyes.

"Still not feeling great then, Emma?" he said lovingly, pressing a kiss to her hair. Emma shook her head and closed her eyes. "What's this?" Killian asked, reaching for the laptop that still rested on her lap that was still playing music.

A scarlet blush colored her pale cheeks as she mumbled, "Nothing."

"Ah, you found my list?" Emma nodded. "Like what you hear, then, Swan?" Another nod.

"Can you play for me, Killian?" Emma whispered softly.

"Of course, my lovely Swan," Killian murmured, kissing her forehead. "Right after I bring you some Tylenol, you're burning up, love."

Killian disappeared and returned moments later with his acoustic, some pills, and a small glass of water. Emma took the liquid and the pills obediently as Killian settled into the couch by her feet. She gently tickled him with her toes, eliciting a small chuckle from the man of her dreams. "Have you any requests, my dear?"

"Surprise me," she whispered.

Killian began to sing and play:

Tell me that you turned down the man

Who asks for your hand

'Cause you're waiting for me

…

All my senses come to life

While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I

Have ever been and I'll never leave again

'Cause you are the only one.

Emma smiled and rested her head back on the sofa. Killian's soft voice filled the room and comforted her. As she closed her eyes, Killian picked a melody that easily bridged into a new song, one that she didn't recognize. Happy tears sprang to her eyes, and she smiled.

"You like that, love?"

Emma nodded, and Killian continued to play. It dawned on Emma that this was a song that he'd written for her, that's why she didn't recognize it. When the song was over, Killian laid his guitar down, looked up at his love and smiled, who was smiling back at him with tears in her eyes and a light blush coloring her cheeks.

"I love you," she murmured hoarsely as she began to feel the Tylenol kick in. Sleep tugged on her eyes and tried to pull her into its arms for a nice rest, but she fought it.

"I love you more, lass," Killian replied softly, "but you need your rest, I can see it in your eyes. Sleep for a while, my love, I'll be here when you wake up I promise." He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, her nose, and then softly on her lips.

"Killian?" Emma asked quietly.

"Yes, love?"

"This couch has room for the both of us, you know."

"Aye, it does, would you like me to -"

"Yeah, it makes me feel safer."

Killian needed no further words. He toed off his shoes and lifted the blanket, gently settling himself behind his Swan and draped his arm around her middle. "You're safe now, my love," he murmured in her ear. "Rest now, Emma Swan."