This story doesn't have any correlation to the previous one. Both are one shots, but I felt like it belonged here more than in my drabbles
He watched as Emma played with her brother on the floor. She had never really spent much time with him before, but since their return from the Underworld, she'd made an effort to take more time for herself, for her family. He reveled in watching her bond with the youngest Nolan.
He thought back to their house below, filled with toys never played with. Too focused on the mission at hand, they'd never discussed those playthings, never even touched on the pasts they'd lost; the futures they thought they'd never have. But now, given this second chance, he was determined to have everything.
"We could have one, Swan." He moved to join her on the floor, sitting in front of her brother.
She didn't pretend to not know what he meant.
He stacked up blocks in front of the boy, a challenge. Neal reached out, staring at the familiar, but not truly known, man in front of him, and with one swift motion knocked the tower over.
He eyed the boy in mock indignation that he'd dared to undo his handiwork. No one had played with him like this as a child, but he knew the game.
The young Nolan broke first, laughing hysterically as Killian made to re-stack the blocks. They continued like that until Neal grew bored and crawled towards a new amusement.
Emma leaned into his side, as they both watched her brother pull himself up on the coffee table, unloading it of all of Snow's carefully stacked magazines.
"We could. Do you think we're ready?" He knew what she really meant. 'Do you think I'm ready?' Being the Savior and being a mother were two entirely different sets of skills.
He placed a kiss on her temple. "Aye, love. You'll be brilliant."