A/N: Hi guys! Little Jones was supposed to be a one-shot, but you guys seem to like it! So as a thank you for my nearly 200 followers on Tumblr and all the lovely reviews I got (a special thanks to miley-avril because she specifically asked; and my girls Meg, Hilary and Monika on Tumblr because you guys put up with my flailing and moaning), here is part deux!

Disclaimer: Since I didn't do this last time, I do not own OUAT or its characters, because if I did Emma and Killian would have banged on the Jolly Roger by now. :P

For once in his 300 years, Killian Jones was truly speechless.

Eyes misty and wide, mouth agape and body crushed against the rail of the hospital bed, he could not stop staring at the squirming pink bundle in Emma's arms. She was beautiful, just as beautiful as her mother, with rosy cheeks and wisps of soft blond hair peeking out from under the little cap on her head.

A daughter. He had a daughter. They had a baby.

"You're bloody brilliant, love. Look at her."

"I … I know… I just…"

A crocodile tear rolled down Emma's face and Killian wiped it away with his left hand (there wouldn't be a day when he wasn't grateful that Emma had outright threatened Rumplestiltskin for his hand upon their return from Neverland, after she had seen it through the window of his shop).

"Emma, are you alright? What's wrong?"

"I… I never held Henry. I couldn't even look at him when he was born. But her… I'm never going to let her out of my sight."

"And I won't let either of you out of mine."

"Here… take her for a little bit. I'm being a baby hog. You only had her for a few minutes."

And the little pink bundle was back in his arms. She immediately stilled and Killian held his breath, waiting for a cry, a sign that he wasn't meant to hold this precious thing. With a great yawn, she squinted, opened her big blue eyes (like looking in a bloody mirror) and cooed, freeing a little wrinkled arm from its fuzzy confines.

"Hey beautiful… that's my girl. Don't worry love. Your daddy's got you."

Then, she reached out and touched the end of his nose, soft flesh meeting sea-weathered skin. When wet marks appeared on the pink fabric, he realized that he was crying. Killian Jones, the fearsome Captain Hook, who has fought his way through the world for over 300 years, was crying because of a baby, his baby. Half of him and half of Emma nestled in the crook of his elbow. He was so enraptured with this tiny miracle that he barely heard Emma talking to him.

"…. I didn't realize you were one of those guys, Jones. Get a hold of yourself, daddy. I think I can hear my parents down the hall. I'm surprised Henry hasn't sweet talked his way onto the maternity ward before now."

Killian wiped his face on his sleeve, repositioned the bundle in his arms and scooted closer to Emma as the door burst open and Henry took a running leap onto the bed.

"It's a girl! It's a girl! It's a girl! I told you! Cough up Killian!"

E&K

Hours later, when the Charmings had taken Henry home and visiting hours were over (Ruby had shown up with a baby blanket made by Granny, Belle had arrived with an arm load of children's book for the new babe, and even Neal had stopped in with a tiny pink sleeper), Killian was sitting on the bed, with Emma's head on his shoulder and the baby snuggled between them. She was sleeping now and they took turns stretching out her tiny fingers.

"So do you think Henry is happy?"

"He's ecstatic, love. I don't even think he was disappointed that we didn't name her Charlotte."

"Like I told him, we both had to agree and you were dead set against it…"

"I most definitely was not. She just doesn't look like a Charlotte…"

"And what does a Charlotte look like exactly?"

"Don't think I should say… I may have met one or two umm… questionable women named Charlotte in my travels. And my daughter will not be akin to that."

"Glad to know we didn't name our kid after a prostitute, thanks Jones."

"Don't mention it. I quite prefer her name, as did your mother. I'd say she was overjoyed."

"She was definitely honored, even if it's only her middle name."

"Very true. Now my beautiful, marvelous lass, you need to sleep. You've done quite enough work for the day."

"You don't say? You need to sleep too mister. I'm surprised you're still standing after being up all night with me cursing at you."

"Foul language? Out of your mouth, princess? Surely not, though I do remember you mentioning that you would be removing something other than my hand for putting you in such a state."

"Yeah, yeah, heat of the moment. She's worth it though."

"Yes, every little minute of it. Say goodnight to Little Jones."

"You'll never stop calling her that, will you?"

Emma rolled her eyes and kissed her daughter's forehead before letting Killian get up and put the baby in the bassinet, which he dragged closer to the bed before climbing back in. Emma was already fast asleep, the night and day's events taking a toll on her. Killian kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arm around her, checking once more on the sleeping figure in the bassinet.

"Goodnight, Audrey Margaret. Daddy loves you."