Disclaimer: Same as always. Don't own OUAT or any of those characters, but Catalina and Clara are mine.

A/N: As always, thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read, favorite or review! I really appreciate it. To Zae Marks, I couldn't respond to you directly but if you read this, the answer to your question is yes. :) I definitely keep bringing up Clara's nightmares for a reason. A reason that's going to have to wait because while there is a brief mention, this was a random idea I had that I thought could make for a cute one shot. In which Killian has effectively been turned into a pillow. Hope you enjoy it!

Rating: K+

Let it be known that all three of the Jones women had a habit of using Killian as a place to rest their weary heads. At the moment he had not one, not two, but all three of his girls using him as a pillow.

He let out a sigh as he thought back on his day and how he'd ended up in this particular situation.

He'd started out his morning by coming downstairs to find Emma making coffee...

Killian slid his arms around his wife from behind, letting out a soft chuckle when she jolted in surprise. "Good morning, love," he murmured into her ear. "Did you sleep well?"

"What little sleep I got was good," she replied, smiling to herself. "But I did have a pirate keeping me up most of the night."

"Hmm, I would apologize for that, but that would require actually being sorry." He smirked at her as she turned in his arms to face him. "And I'm not."

"I can see that," she said in response, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're looking pretty proud of yourself this morning, Captain."

"Oh I am," he assured her, making her laugh as she leaned in to kiss him.

"I love you," she said quietly. These days she said those three words freely and often, but they never failed to make his heart sing when he heard them.

"And I you." He lightly rubbed his nose against hers before kissing her again. The kiss was just starting to deepen when they were interrupted.

"Mommy?" Emma eased away from him at the sound of Clara's voice.

"Yes, baby?" Emma asked.

"I don't feel good." At this Emma frowned, Killian forgotten as she went to their daughter.

"You don't feel good? What's wrong Clara? How do you feel?" Emma asked.

"My head hurts," Clara groaned. "And my throat feels itchy and..." Whatever else Clara was going to say got chased away by a coughing fit. Concerned, Emma pressed her hand to Clara's forehead.

"She's burning up," she said this to Killian as he knelt down beside them. "I think we need to get you back to bed, honey." That was to Clara. To Killian she added, "I wonder if I should call my Dad and have him cover for me."

"No need for that," he shook his head. "Go to work. I'll take care of her."

"You sure?" She asked.

"Positive," he replied.

And so, Emma had gotten Clara settled back in bed before leaving to drop Catalina off at school and then heading to the Sheriff station. She'd left Killian with all kinds of instructions, things he already knew to do but he knew she felt better running through them. So he let her. Right before leaving, she said that she'd try to leave work early.

Killian had then spent most of the morning taking care of some things around the house, periodically stopping in to check on Clara. He'd just gone to sit down for a few minutes when he heard her coming down the stairs, holding the ever present Jolly by the wing.

"Daddy?"

"What's the matter, sweetheart? You're supposed to be resting," he reminded her.

"I know, but -" Killian frowned as she went into yet another coughing fit. He went to her, gently rubbing her small back as he waited for it to subside.

"Alright, come up here," he said softly, lifting her up in his arms and placing a soft kiss on her too hot forehead. "How about some juice?" he asked, remembering Emma telling him to make sure she got plenty of fluids.

At her nod, he carried her into the kitchen where he balanced her against his side with one arm as he grabbed a box of apple juice for her with his good hand.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I stay down here with you?" she sniffled.

"Of course you can, love. Come now. Let's sit down while you have your juice, alright?" He carried her to the living room, maneuvering her so that she sat on his lap as he got settled on the couch. He handed her the juice box and stuck the straw in for her. He, meanwhile, started humming a lullaby to her as she sipped at her juice. His melody occasionally punctuated by a sniffle or a cough from Clara.

She shifted so that her back rested against his chest. Her eyes slowly began to droop as his voice lulled her to sleep. Killian took the juice box and managed to set it on the long table behind the couch. He briefly thought about carrying her back up to her room, but decided against it.

He figured that it was hard enough for her to fall asleep, what with all the coughing she'd been doing. He didn't want to risk waking her by moving her. He knew she needed as much rest as she could get and if that meant letting her stay where she was, so be it.

Killian reached for one of the throw pillows they kept on the couch and stuck it behind his head. May as well try to get comfortable, he thought as he rested his head against it. The next thing he knew, he was being woken up by the sound of their front door opening.

As it turned out, Clara wasn't the only one who had gotten sick. Both Catalina and Emma had fallen ill as the the day went on. David had been trying to talk Emma into going home to rest when Mary Margaret called her to tell her that Catalina was sick. They'd both come home looking completely miserable.

Catalina had immediately gone to sit beside Killian, her head automatically going to his shoulder. Noticing the way Emma had then started eyeing the empty patch of couch to Killian's right, he'd nodded to it and told her that she might as well join them.

And now here they were. Clara leaning against his chest while Catalina and Emma rested against his shoulders. Killian had assumed that they'd all eventually end up relocating to their beds after resting a little while. He hadn't expected Catalina and Emma to fall asleep, but fallen asleep they had. On him.

Killian Jones had been many different things over the course of his lifetime. He'd been an orphan and a slave. He'd been a naval officer and a captain; a pirate and a villain. He'd become a hero and then a Dark One. Miraculously, he'd managed to become a hero again. He'd been a fighter and a lover and now?

Now he'd taken on his most favorite roles to date as a husband and a father. He hadn't known that he'd end up becoming a human pillow because of said roles, however. Apparently he was more comfortable than he'd ever realized.

It'd all started with Emma.

For a woman who'd put up so many walls around her heart, Emma'd become rather affectionate once those walls came crashing down. He suspected that that was because her life as an orphan had been full of loneliness and a feeling of never being good enough. She'd been starved for love and affection for so much of her life and once she found people who loved her, things began to change.

Correction.

Once she allowed said people to show their love for her, things changed. She reveled in it. She flourished in it and soaked it up like a sponge. He could understand that because he'd been the same way. She'd gone from abandoning him at the top of a beanstalk to finding excuses to be close to him. To finding reasons to touch him and to hold onto him.

It could be something as simple as reaching out to hold his hand or wrapping her arms around his waist or his neck. As idly playing with the ends of his hair as they talked. Leaning against him for support. Touching his face as they kissed. Her head just had a way of landing on his shoulder.

Emma wasn't the only one who reveled in affection; he did too. So he had absolutely no problems with her need to touch him. After all, he was just as likely to reach for her hand. Just as likely to pull her into his arms. To slide his hands into her hair and to touch her face while they kissed. Just as likely to guide her head to his shoulder.

So it'd really only been a matter of time before she'd fallen asleep on him. The first time had happened while they were sitting on a couch watching something on Netflix. Once they started sharing a bed, she pretty much fell asleep with her head on his chest every night.

Not that he was complaining.

With Catalina, the habit had started early. Killian and Emma took turns tending to her during the night while she was a baby. Killian figured it was the least he could do, especially since he thought Emma deserved as much sleep as possible.

Besides, he'd grown quite fond of those moments he got to share with his daughter. Not the crying or the diaper changes, but rather the time he'd spent holding her in his arms until she'd calmed down. He'd sit with her in the rocking chair they kept by her crib or, if she was especially fussy, he'd carry her downstairs so they wouldn't bother Emma.

If it was a nice night, he might take Catalina out on the porch and tell her all about the stars and constellations. Otherwise he'd find a comfortable place to sit in the house. He'd tell her stories about his life or ones that he made up on the spot. Sometimes he would tell her some of his secrets or admit some of his fears. There was something about the quiet of the night and the comforting weight of his daughter in his arms that made him want to talk, to pour his heart out.

And truth be told, it didn't really matter what he talked to her about because it was the sound of his voice that soothed her and not the words themselves. He'd cradle her close as he spoke. Sometimes he'd lay down on the couch holding her securely against his chest, taking the utmost caution not to disturb her in the process. Sooner or later, she would be lulled to sleep by the soft lilt of his words.

Sometimes Emma would wake up and find them both asleep, knowing that Catalina was always safe in his arms. Even while he slept. Emma knew that he would wake if their baby moved. She always hated waking them in those moments.

As a toddler, there'd be times when they'd be out somewhere and Catalina would start to get fussy and Killian would sweep her up into his arms. He would murmur comforting words to her while gently swaying from side to side. And she would fall asleep with her head on his shoulder. Just like her mommy.

He never complained about it.

Clara had naturally taken after her mother and sister in this respect. Like Catalina, this had started early with Clara as well. When Catalina started talking, she would often demand to be picked up with a simple "Up up, Dada" at first. Getting more insistent with each request. Somewhere along the way Dada had turned into Daddy.

Ever the quieter of the two, Clara's demands were often wordless even when she did begin to talk. She'd reach out for him, her small hands opening and closing as if she was attempting to pull him to her. Once he'd picked her up, she'd often catch a fistful of his shirt or necklace in her hands. It seemed as if she was always trying to anchor him in place. Like with Catalina, he'd gently sway and soothe her with soft words.

When she got older and began to walk, he'd feel a small tug on his hand or hook and know that she wanted up. And he'd happily oblige understanding how incredibly lucky he was to be so loved by his precious little girl. By all of his girls.

Whenever Clara had one of her nightmares, he'd often end up holding her in his arms while murmuring words of comfort and reassurance to her. He'd stay with her until she fell back asleep, no matter how long it took. Once she fell asleep, he would continue to stay with her for a time. Keeping watch over his sweet little princess as if his presence could keep her monsters at bay, at least for the rest of the night. And she would sleep peacefully, secure in knowing that she was safe in her daddy's arms.

It floored him sometimes.

The fact that Emma had seen fit to enter into a relationship with him in the first place. That she'd agreed to be his wife and build a life with him. That she'd given him not one, but two beautiful little girls who adored him. Who not only loved him but trusted him enough to sleep in his arms. The love of his girls was the single greatest gift he'd ever been given and he treasured it, treasured them, so much.

And so if that meant that he'd spend a chunk of his days acting as a pillow for them, he'd do so willingly. Sure, he was far too hot and his back hurt because he'd been stuck in the same position for too long. His arms kept falling asleep due to the positions they were in. His right arm was wrapped around his wife and Catalina had his left arm pinned to his side. When he'd tried to ease it out from between them to put it around her shoulders, she'd intinctively looped her arm through his and was now holding on with both hands.

Clara was basically a small human sandbag on his lap, keeping him from being able to move his legs all that much. Though he had gotten his feet up on the coffee table, which was something. He'd taken an elbow to the gut when Clara had managed to roll onto her side towards Emma.

Yes, the Jones women had effectively pinned Killian in place. To say that he was uncomfortable would be an understatement. Not to mention that he would, in all likelihood, wake up coughing the next day. He didn't see how he could avoid it, not with three sick women sleeping on him the way they were. He knew that he could wake them up and get them up to their beds and there'd be a point where he knew he would have to just that. But for now he chose to let them stay where they were. His girls needed their rest and as uncomfortable as he was, he didn't want to disturb them just yet. He could stay like this for a little while longer.

Because you know what? They were worth it. He could handle a little discomfort for the sake of his girls. If sleeping on him made them feel better, even if only a little, it was worth it.

He wasn't complaining.