Disclaimer: Same as always.

A/N: I'm so happy to finally post a new one shot! I meant to get one up a couple of weeks ago, but that obviously didn't happen. I'll be honest and admit that I really haven't been liking the new season all that much, save for a few things. I do think Colin has been doing a great job, even if I'm not loving (and actually kind of hating) how his storyline is being handled. The upside to the most recent episode is getting to see Colin with a baby. It's funny because at first I was so irritated that I didn't want anything to do with OUAT for a couple of days, but then I kept seeing all these pictures and gifs of him with the baby and they ended up inspiring this one shot. I have a few others that are just about ready to be posted, but decided to bump this to the front of the line. I've shown you highlights from Emma's pregnancy with Catalina and now you're going to see some scenes of Catalina as a baby. Some are sweet and a couple are silly.

Preview of what's coming: Catalina's first magic lesson(s), the truth about Clara's nightmares, a look back at season 4 (mainly the 6 weeks between 4a and 4b), Grandpa Charming, more bad dreams, birthdays, a dance and a look at how the ghosts from Emma and Killian's pasts can still haunt them. Like I said, some of them are nearly ready to go up, but the schedule is still to be determined. If there's one (or more) that anyone would like to see sooner than later, let me know. Hope you enjoy this one.

Rating: K

Mama's Ray of Sunshine

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray." Emma was sitting on the soft mat they had set down on their living room floor. Five month old Catalina was lying on her back in front of Emma while she sang. Emma had never considered herself much of a singer. She'd liked to sing as a kid, but gave it up after a fellow foster kid bluntly told her that no one cared about her singing.

Emma hadn't sung too much after that. She hadn't had much cause to sing, after all. And that kid had been right. No one cared about her singing anyway.

That wasn't the case anymore. She'd found herself an adorable little fan in the form of her sweet daughter before her. At the moment, Catalina was gazing up at her mother with a look of adoration on her angelic face. She smiled down at her daughter as she continued with what she'd begun to think of as Catalina's song. "You'll never know, dear, how much I love you." Emma sang softly, gently tapping Catalina on the nose on the 'you' and making her coo in response. "So please don't take my sunshine away."

"You are my little ray of sunshine, aren't you, baby?" Emma asked softly, making Catalina laugh by tickling her tummy. "You're mama's ray of sunshine. Yes, you are."

Sensing movement out of the corner of her eye, Emma looked up to find Killian standing nearby with a smile on his face. "How long have you been there?" Emma asked.

"Only a little while," he answered, his smile widening when Catalina let out another coo at the sound of his voice. "You sounded lovely, Swan." He sat down beside them. "And I daresay that our little lass agrees with me. Don't you, lass?"

"Yeah, well," Emma said, somewhat embarrassed.

"I like when you sing," Killian told her. "You should do it more often."

"So should you," Emma countered, giving him a little push with her arm.

Problems with Peas

"Chugga goes the choo-choo!" Emma cooed as she attempted, yet again, to get her daughter to try peas. She added train noises to try to sweeten the deal, but Catalina was having none of it. She clamped her lips together as she turned her head away from the spoon. Emma sighed as she happened to glance across the table at Killian, noting that he had his eyebrow lifted at her. "What?"

"Chugga goes the choo-choo?" He repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "Really, Swan?"

"You think you can do better?" Emma asked, sticking the spoon in the little jar of peas before sliding it across Catalina's high chair towards her husband. "Be my guest."

"Gladly," he said. "Watch and learn, love. Watch and learn." At this, Emma rolled her eyes. "Catalina? Oy!" Killian said, drawing Catalina's attention. "Alright, my girl. Enough fooling around. It's dinner time and you're going to eat your peas, alright?" He brought the spoon to Catalina's mouth.

Only to have her bat at the spoon with her hand, catapulting the peas at his face.

"Oh, you showed me alright," Emma snickered.

Killian inclined his head in acknowledgement as he wiped the peas off his cheek. "Perhaps that wasn't the right tactic," he conceded. "But neither was the train."

"Yeah? I didn't get peas flung in my face," Emma pointed out.

"You didn't get them in her mouth either," Killian countered. His face lit up in inspiration a moment later. "I think I've got it."

"This oughta be good," Emma said.

"Quiet you," he said, playfully. "The Captain stands on his deck watching the horizon when all of a sudden, out of the corner of his eye, he spots...a kraken." At this, Killian hunkered down over Catalina's high chair and drawing her attention once more. "Oh and it's a vicious sea monster at that. Just look at the wee beastie. She's a ferocious one, alright." The wee beastie in question was sitting in her high chair wearing a purple onesie, her bib covered with little whales, her eyes focused on her father's face.

"You did not just turn our baby into a sea monster," Emma said, in slight disbelief.

Ignoring her, Killian continued. "The Captain sets his sights on the wee beastie and loads up his cannon." He stuck the spoon back in the peas. "He takes his aim." He raised the spoon. "He fires!" He made an explosion to Emma's astonishment, slid the spoon right into Catalina's mouth. "Are you kidding me?" Emma asked as Killian let out a whoop of victory.

"Who's Daddy's little sea monster?" Killian cooed to Catalina, grinning at their baby as he scooped up another spoonful of peas. Catalina reached out to grab it and he deftly pulled it out of range. "Aye, love. You're my little sea monster. Now open up." Another explosion sound. Once again the spoon went right into her mouth.

"Unbelievable," Emma muttered as Killian shot her a wink.

It was a week after Killian had somewhat miraculously gotten their baby girl to eat peas and now Emma was trying again. With no luck. Trains were clearly a no go. Planes didn't work for peas.

Emma sighed as spaceships failed her. Killian, meanwhile, had excused himself from the table to use the restroom.

"Okay, Catalina," Emma said. She glanced behind her to make sure Killian wasn't on his way back as she loaded up the spoon. "The Captain, um Savior, stands on her Captain's ship and spots a kraken." She lowered herself over Catalina's high chair as she said this. If she was really doing this, she was doing it properly, darn it.

"She's a tough little beastie. The Savior sets her sights on the monster and takes her aim. And she fires!" Emma cried before making the obligatory explosion sound, successfully sliding the spoon into her daughter's mouth. "That's my girl! Aw, who's Mommy's little sea monster?"

"Ahem." The smile faded from Emma's face, her expression turning sheepish as she looked back to find Killian standing there.

"Oh hi," she said, earning herself a cocked eyebrow in response. "It's the only thing that works!" she added, somewhat defensively.

"That's alright, Swan" Killian smirked as he made his way back to his seat. "If you're going to steal, at least you're stealing from the best."

Dancing with Daddy

It was amazing the amount of love the human heart could hold, Emma mused as she watched Killian and Catalina. She'd been watching them for a while, mesmerized by the picture they made together.

She'd left Catalina in Killian's care while she took a quick shower. When she came back downstairs, she was greeted by singing. She found Killian dancing in the middle of their living room with Catalina in his arms. He held her tiny hand in his as he swayed side to side in time to the lullaby he was singing. Slowly moving them in a circle.

Emma didn't recognize the tune, but the song itself hardly mattered. He was singing the song so sweetly and looking at their little girl with such love in his eyes. Having their daughter had introduced Emma to a side of her husband she'd never seen before. A side that she absolutely adored. Killian loved Catalina with everything he was, plain and simple. It was as if there'd been a piece of his heart just waiting to be given to the beautiful golden haired baby in his arms. He was fiercely protective of his little princess and yet so remarkably tender with her.

Catalina, for her part, definitely seemed to share Emma's adoration for Killian. At this moment, she only had eyes for her daddy. Emma couldn't resist the urge to pull her cell phone out of her pocket so she could film them, wanting to capture this moment so she could look back on it. Not that Killian singing to their daughter was so unusual. Not that Emma hadn't filmed them before.

Killian's song came to an end and he gently lifted Catalina's hand up, bowing his head to kiss it. "I love you, sweetheart," he said, his voice tender. "Yeah. Daddy loves you so much." He turned and finally spotted Emma, the faintest of smirks appearing on his face. "Don't look now, my girl. But we have a spy in our midst." That was said to Catalina. To Emma, he asked, "How long have you been standing there?"

"A while," Emma said, smiling at him as she stopped recording.

"Sneaking pictures, I see," he said, nodding to her phone.

"Video, actually," she corrected him, feeling somewhat sheepish as she slid the phone back into her pocket. "I couldn't help it. You're so sweet together."

"How about you come over and dance with us, love?"

"You stopped singing," Emma replied.

"The song was finished. Perhaps if you join us, I'll start another," he said, extending his arm in invitation. Emma decided to accept it, going over to join then and putting one arm around his waist. She lifted her other hand to Catalina's back.

Their positioning made it a bit awkward at first, but they began swaying together. Soon settling into a nice rhythm as Killian hummed. Emma let out a happy sigh as she smiled at their daughter. "This is nice, isn't it, baby? Dancing with Daddy?" She turned her attention to her husband. "We love Daddy, don't we?"

"Daddy loves you both," Killian said, smiling at her. "My two golden haired lasses."

"Killian?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm happy. I'm really, truly happy," Emma told him.

"Aye, love. Me too." He leaned down to give her a soft kiss, causing Catalina to start crying. "Uh oh. I think someone's jealous."

"It's okay, baby," Emma cooed to her daughter. "Kiss sandwich?"

"Of course. We can't have our little sweetheart feeling left out, now can we?" Killian replied. With that, they both leaned in to kiss Catalina's cheeks at the same time. This had become customary in the Jones household. If Emma and Killian kissed in Catalina's presence, they then had to give her one too. "We love you, Catalina."

"We love you very, very much," Emma added.

The Tickle Monster

Emma was greeted by the sound of Catalina laughing as she came in their front door. Waddled in their front door, to be more accurate. She was pregnant with what would be her and Killian's second little girl and her due date was a little over a month away. It was hard to believe that they were so close to meeting their baby girl. Not only that, but their Catalina would be two years old in a few months. Emma tried not to think about how in a month's time, her and Killian would be the parents of a toddler and a newborn. It would be a challenge, she thought. But one she was certain they could rise to.

Mostly certain.

Most of the time.

She had her moments, okay? Moments where she'd be overcome by a rush of anxiety and someone, usually one of her men or her mother, would have to calm her down. In her heart, she knew that her and Killian would be okay. They'd figure it out. Besides, her excitement over meeting their newest baby girl, their Clara, far outweighed her anxiety.

Emma had been out with her mother, leaving Killian with Catalina. And apparently the two of them were having a grand old time. She walked in to find Killian in their living room, lifting Catalina in the air while he spun them around. "Uh-oh lass, it looks like we've been hit!" he was saying.

Emma watched in amusement as Killian spun this way and that, shooting her a grin when he saw her. "We're the Flying Roger on the run from our foes," he informed his wife. The Flying Roger bit had started a couple of months ago. According to Killian, it was the name of his and Catalina's spaceship. Emma had teased him about his lack of creativity, but he'd merely rolled his eyes at her criticism. Because Catalina liked the name, he'd said, and that was that.

"Not doing a very good job of it, are you?" Emma asked. "Heard you've been hit."

"Oh we have." He swooped a giggling Catalina off to the side and back again. "We've been hit! And we're going down. Ahh!" Now Emma was giggling as Killian made a show of collasping onto their couch. "It's to the depths of the ocean for us," he added, slowly lowering Catalina to sit in front of him on the couch.

"I thought the Flying Roger was a spaceship," Emma cut in as she joined them in the living room.

"Aye, it is," Killian confirmed.

"So you're falling into the ocean. From space," she said.

"Indeed we are. It was a terrible fall, it truly t'was," Killian said, dramatically. "Alas, the poor Flying Roger wasn't equipped for the sea. But uh-oh! What's this?" His eyes were wide as he looked at his hand, curving his fingers to make a claw. "Oh no. It's even worse than I feared, lass. It's the most heinous, the most dreaded, the most horrible Tickle Monster!" He looked between his hand and his daughter. "Stay away from my daughter, you fiend! No. No!"

Emma rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help being entertained by his antics as he pretended to struggle to keep his hand from reaching Catalina. "It's going to get you," he warned her. "It's got you. Not my daughter!" he cried as he made his daughter shriek with laughter as he tickled her. "Oh the humanity!" He finally grabbed his right wrist with his hook and yanked it back. He then lightly smacked the back of his hand with the curve of his hook. "Bad Tickle Monster." He made a whimpering noise as he made a complete fist and dropped his hand to the side, letting out an exaggerated breath. "Whew. That was a close one, that."

"Are you done?" Emma asked, unable to wipe the smile off her face as she stepped closer to him. She shook her head at him, reaching down to ruffle his hair affectionately before looking at Catalina. "Silly Daddy."

"Silly Daddy," Catalina agreed.

"Ganging up on me, are we?" Killian asked. "That's alright. I bet Clara's on my side." He brought his hand to Emma's stomach. "And how is my littlest love doing?"

"I think your littlest love might be throwing herself a little dance party in there," Emma said. "That or she can't get comfortable. Just like her Mommy."

"Aw, come sit with us," Killian said, scooting backwards on the couch to make room for Emma to sit down. She did, letting out a sigh of relief. "Better?"

"Better," Emma admitted. "It feels good to sit."

"Good. Do you need anything, love? Some water, perhaps? Or something to eat?" he asked.

"Not right now," she assured him. "I just want to rest for a little while. Now if Clara could rest some too, that'd be great."

"Hear that, my darling girl?" Killian asked as he put his hand back on Emma's stomach, gently rubbing in an attempt to soothe their unborn daughter. "Time to rest now." He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her stomach. Emma felt her breath hitch in her throat as Catalina followed suit, mimicking her father and leaning forward to kiss Emma's stomach too.

"West now, baby," she said, sweetly.

Little Sister

The big day had finally come. Catalina was officially a big sister. Clara had finally arrived, nearly two weeks after Emma's due date. She'd been born in the middle of the night and now it was mid-morning as Killian headed to the waiting room to meet Henry and Catalina and introduce them to their new baby sister. Emma and Killian had done their best to prepare Catalina for Clara's arrival, but Killian couldn't help feeling anxious as he entered the waiting room and found Henry and Catalina sitting with their grandparents and Neal. He so wanted this first meeting to go well. Killian's eyes focused in on his daughter, who was sitting on David's lap.

Killian managed to get David's attention and his father-in-law smiled as he lowered his head to say something to Catalina, pointing in Killian's direction. Killian smiled as Catalina's face lit up. "Daddy!" she squealed, wriggling her way off of David's lap and running towards her daddy. Killian crouched down and caught her as she flung herself into his arms. "Daddy!" she repeated, happily.

"Hello, my sweet girl! Daddy missed you," he told her, cuddling her close and kissing the top of her head. "Guess what?" he said.

"What?" she asked.

"You're a big sister, lass," he told her, his voice bright. "Your baby sister is here!" Killian glanced up and grinned at the rest of their family. "Clara Marie is here. 6 pounds and 8 ounces. She's beautiful." He turned his attention back to Catalina. "Just as beautiful as you were when you were born."

"And Emma?" Snow spoke up.

"Perfectly alright," Killian assured her. "Better than alright, I'd say. She's doing great. And I know she wants to see her Catalina. What do you say, love? Do you want to go see Mommy and meet your baby sister?"

"Yes!" Catalina agreed.

"Good because I know Mommy really, really missed you," Killian beamed at her as he stood, lifting her up with him. "And you know what else?"

"What?"

"I think your little sister is going to be so, so excited to meet you," he told her. "Shall we go?" He gestured to Henry to join them as he spoke.

"Let's go, Daddy!" Catalina insisted.

The moment of truth had arrived. Emma had opted to have Clara in the bassinet that the hospital had brought in so she could greet Catalina with both arms. It was important for her to show Catalina that she wasn't going to pushed aside in favor of the new baby, to let her know that she was still just as loved as she always had been. So Killian had set Catalina down on Emma's bed so Emma could cuddle her for a bit while Henry got acquainted with his newest little sister.

And then Catalina sat next to her mother as Killian took Clara from Henry's arms and placed her in Emma's. "Hey Clara," Emma cooed to her newborn. "This is your big sister, Catalina. Yeah." Looking at Catalina, she said, "Do you want to say hi to your baby sister?"

"Hi baby." So far, so good. Catalina was peering at her sister with obvious interest. She reached her hand out to Clara experimentally, but froze when Clara let out a small cry.

"It's okay," Emma encouraged softly. "You can touch her. Just be really, really gentle, okay?" Catalina patted her little sister as she looked her over.

"Baby." This was said to Killian who was smiled at his girls.

"Yes, sweetheart. That's your baby sister Clara," he told her.

"Clawa," Catalina repeated, leaning closer to her sister's face. "Hi Clawa. I love you."