A collection of Captain Swan one shots. They will be unrelated to each other. There maybe the occasional two part story, however that will be made clear at the start of each one shot. Ratings for each one shot will be included in the one shot summary at the beginning. If you have any on shot requests/prompts, leave a review with your idea's.

Post 6x22.

Rating - Suitable for all.

It was a normal Friday evening in Storybrooke. The birds were chirping and singing, the sun was just setting and in terms of crime, it had been a relatively quiet day. Apart from Grumpy putting up a fuss outside of Granny's earlier in the morning, there had been nothing else to report in the small, quaint town.

Emma was lying in bed, with a book rested upon her swollen stomach. Ever since she'd found out she was expecting, David had all but banished her to the walls of the sheriff's station, or now, her home. And as she was edging ever closer to her due date, she was becoming even more frustrated and bored at the lack of things she could now do.

It was at this moment when the baby growing inside her decided to give her quite a big reminder that it was still there with a kick to her ribs. Emma winced, moved the book out of the way and pulled up her shirt.

"Hey there little one" she whispered and smiled at the thought of the little nickname she'd given this baby. She then started to rub her stomach in circular motions. "I haven't forgotten about you." Emma couldn't help but smile as she felt the baby move underneath her fingers. It was an incredible experience that she wanted to take in.

In her first pregnancy with Henry, she hadn't let herself enjoy the little moments like this, knowing what was going to come. If anything, she despised these moments and it felt like a constant reminder that what she had made, was real, no matter how much she'd tried to forget about it and what she was going to do.

In her second pregnancy with her daughter Leia, Emma was convinced something terrible was going to happen, no matter how many times Killian had held her hand and told her not to worry, she still did. Every movement and every flutter was a gut-wrenching reminder of her pregnancy with Henry and the conditions she was in then. She was also worried that for some reason, her magic would somehow mess everything up and the baby would be born with 3 heads or something.

And this was her third pregnancy. This time it was different though. There were no monsters to fear, no 'bad guys' to fight and she felt like she could finally enjoy the little moments of a pregnancy that so many woman experience on a daily basis. For Emma, it was all very strange. After giving birth to Henry she'd never imagined that she would get to have this experience not once, but twice more with the man she loves by her side.

Emma looked over at the clock situated on the night stand next to their bed. 7:34pm. She could hear Killian down the hall reading Leia a story out of Henry's Storybook. If she knew her daughter, it would most likely be their story. Her and Killian's. The story of how they met and eventually fell in love. She was a Daddy's girl through and through. She was even a carbon copy of Killian with brown hair that fell below her shoulders and blue eyes that reminded her so much of the ocean.

A little while passed before she heard Killian softly shut the door to their daughter's door and tip toe down the hall to their room. He slowly and quietly opened their door, before peeking in to check on his wife.

"Hi" Emma whispered as Killian closed the door behind him. He got onto the bed and Emma curled up and settled into his side. His 'hooked' arm draped behind her head, while his hand was on top of hers which was still resting on her stomach. "Is she asleep?" Emma looked up at her husband who had his eyes closed.

"Just about" Killian answered and pulled Emma closer. He sniffed in the scent of her hair while his hand started tracing Emma's stomach and signed a peaceful sound.

"What story was it tonight?" Emma asked.

"Guess." Killian simply said before opening his eyes and giving his wife a knowing smile.

"The beanstalk" Emma stated and laughed. "Of course she'd pick that one."

"I tried to get her to choose another one, but no. Snow's, Charming's, Regina's, the Dwarf's, hell even Granny's because I know how much she loves that woman. But no, she wanted ours."

"She's stubborn."

"Just like someone else I know." Killian smiled and then placed a soft kiss upon Emma's head.

"Hmmm." Emma grunted as the baby once again, kicked her in the ribs.

"How's our Prince?" Killian asked as she shifted to get in a more comfortable position.

"Or Princess." Emma reminded him.

"Right." Killian grunted. He was still pissed off that she hadn't allowed him to find out what they were having. She'd argued that she hadn't done with Henry or Leia and she wasn't going to start now. Emma liked the surprise at the birth. It gave her something to think about while the contractions got more painful and as the intensity rose. Plus, she put up the argument that if she had the carry it for 9 months, then she should decide, and Killian couldn't argue with that.

Then, the door leading to the hallway, creaked open and in popped a little girl. She poked her head around the corner of the door at first, but upon seeing her parents were awake, rushed into the room and jumped onto their bed.

"What are you doing Princess?" Killian asked once Leia had squirmed her way between himself and Emma.

"Mommy didn't come and give me a kiss goodnight." The 4-year-old said and rested her head upon her mother's shoulder.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." Emma said and placed a kiss upon her daughters' forehead. "Mommy just gets a little tired now" she continued as she pulled her daughter closer, the bump now getting in the way. But it didn't seem to bother Leia.

"Is it because of the baby?" Leia asked and looked between her mother and father.

"Aye." Killian replied. It was at this moment, when a wave of emotion crept onto young Leia's features and she burst into tears.

"Hey." Emma soothed and rocked Leia backwards and forwards. "What's the matter sweetheart?" She asked as Killian picked up their daughter out of Emma's arms and then cradled her in his arms. Leia snuggled into her father's chest as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"If you think for even a second, that me and Mommy would forget about you when the new baby arrives, you're wrong." He whispered soothingly into her ear.

"But you'll love the new baby more than me" said Leia as she lifted her head.

"Why would you think that? Of course won't." Emma said and stroked Leia's hair.

"Leia Jones. We'll love you both equally but know this… you'll always be my little Princess. No matter what." Killian said, wiping the stray tears still situated on her face.

"Now, give me a kiss goodnight. You need to get back into bed." Emma said and sat up, taking Leia into her arms and giving her a kiss. "I love you" she said and held her daughter tightly. "And I will always love you."

"I love you too." Leia replied. She got up from the bed, her feet padding across the carpet, and then the door closed once more.