Request from Mrscreativebaby :"Can you write a second part to this is home?"

This takes place a few years after 'This is Home'. More more information about the names used in this fic, check out my one shot, Significance.

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This is Home Part 2: Full House

Emma remembered Saturdays spent relaxing, watching movies with Killian and Henry, sailing and having picnics during the warm weather and enjoying late breakfasts at Granny's.

It was safe to say Saturday's had changed in the past few years. Henry was getting older, spending a lot of his free time with his friends or trying to impress Paige. Emma alternated working weekends with her father, who had his own family at home to be with on the weekends. Thankfully, this was his weekend.

Emma peered over at the clock and saw a foriegn time. 8:00 a.m. She hadn't slept in that late on a weekend in months, probably years. She turned over in the bed to be greeted by cold sheets. She sighed and forced herself out of the bed.

Emma padded her way out to the large living room where she was met with shrieks of noise, some laughter and some tears. Her four year old daughter, Evie was happily playing with a tea set her grandmother got her for her birthday. Her almost two year old son, Liam, was frustrated that his sister did not understand his babbling.

Emma made her way to the kitchen to find Killian, trying to get breakfast for the kids while making sure they were being good. He smiled when he saw her and left what he was doing to move towards her. "Morning, my love." He gave her a quick kiss. "How are my girls feeling this morning?" He asked, putting a hand to her still flat stomach.

"We haven't found out the gender yet." She reminded him.

"I told you before, love. Pirate's intuition. I was right with Evie, was I not?"

"Yes, you were, but-" She was cut of by a screech from the other room. She rested her head on his chest. "Are you sure four was a good idea?"

"Aye, love. We had to fill this house somehow." He winked. She removed herself from his embrace to go find Liam, who was now a distraught mess.

"It's okay, bubba." She said, picking up the toddler, who calmed at her touch. Evie seemed unphased at her younger brother, not looking up once from her toys, which she considered a very serious business.

Killian called the kids for dinner, resulting in Evie bolting over to the table, completely forgetting about the toys. Emma strolled over with Liam in tow and set the boy in his high-chair. Evie was quick to dig into her french toast. She always insisted that Killian make breakfast on Saturdays. Emma hated to admit it, but Evie was a complete Daddy's girl.

"Papa, can we go sailing?" Evie asked, mouth stuffed with food.

"Slow down, baby girl." He told her, trying to hold back a laugh. "Not today. Soon." Emma and Killian had agreed to not go sailing as a family until her morning sickness completely passed in a few weeks.

Evie frowned. The little girl gave her father the best puppy eyes she could, but he would not budge. "Remember, Evie?" He spoke softly to her. "Momma has got a baby in her tummy."

At first, Evie had not been very excited about the idea of another sibling. With Liam, she insisted she wanted a girl baby, but when that did not happen, she realized she could be in charge of a little brother. But this time she was very adamant that she wanted a sister, and if not that, then a puppy. Liam was about the age Evie was when they found out they were pregnant with him. They had told him the same as his sister, but it did not actually phase him much. It probably would not sink in for him until they brought the baby home and he was not longer the baby of the house. That might result in some tears.

" sister." Little Evie stated.

Emma eyed Killian and decided to take this one. "Remember, we said we wouldn't know if you got a brother or a sister for a few more weeks."

Evie nodded. "But Neal got a sister." She told her parents as if it were obvious.

"Yes, little love, Neal got his little Ruthie." Killian said.

"So, I get a sister too. Minnie." The little girl continued.

Emma held back a laugh, at both her daughter and her confused husband. "Whose Minnie, Evie?"

"My sister."

When Killian realized it was from a show, he muttered. "Should we just have twins and name the other Mickey?"

Emma spoke before Evie could respond to her father. "We don't know what we are naming the baby yet, sweetheart."

"I choose Minnie." The little voice said again. She was nothing if not stubborn. Must have got that from her parents. She was very different than her brother, who was happy just to sit and bang his hands on his tray while getting in a few bits of food.

"What if we have a boy?" Killian asked Evie.

"You're not having a boy. It's my sister, Minnie." Killian sighed.

"Still liking the idea of a full house?" Emma teased her husband.

"Well, my pirate's intuition better be right, otherwise, we are getting a dog."

Three weeks later when they found out they were having a girl, both Killian and Evie let Emma know they had been right. And six months later when Amber Mackenzie Jones was born, Liam cried about no longer being the youngest, insisting he wanted a brother. Evie said babies were cute, but so were puppies. Emma rolled her eyes at her husband who was giving her a knowing smirk. As much work as their full house was, neither of them would have it any other way.

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