"I do think, in all likelihood, Swan, that it was you who seduced me."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, you always were the one to make the first move. For instance, that kiss in Neverland."
"You asked for that."
This had become their daily ritual, to speculate over the when and the why and the how and the where of their child's conception. They would come up a wildly fanciful theory on Monday, just to replace it with something mundane, but more probable on Tuesday. Sometimes Emma would create a scenario so wickedly erotic, that Killian would have to act on it, and sometimes Killian would present an option so sweetly romantic that Emma would melt into that girl who she'd almost forgotten under the layers of self-protection she had spent years constructing.
Today they were contemplating possibilities that lay somewhere in the middle of those two extremes. The sheriff's station was empty, and they had just finished their lunches while they waited for David to come back from his rounds. It was the perfect time to play their game.
"Just imagine, you found me half frozen and shivering after a brutal encounter with that Ice Queen, and had to drag me back to my room and scrub me down under a hot shower." Killian said.
"Wouldn't that shower have warmed you up?"
"Oh, not all the way, love. I was still chilled through, you see, so you had to lay beside me in my cold, lonesome bed, and keep me warm through the night."
"Or I could have just gotten you an electric blanket?"
"Is that a real device?"
"Lucky for you, you probably won't ever have to find out."
He laughed, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Your turn."
"Okay," Emma considered for a few seconds. "How about this one: We had a terrible fight because you wouldn't listen to me."
"I always listen to you."
"You charged into her evil lair and made a mess out of things and I had to fix it."
"Tell me how you fixed it, love."
"I yelled at you and told you what you should have done, and instead of apologizing, you starting taking off my clothes."
"In this scenario I was wearing your clothes?"
"You know what I mean."
"Aye." He grinned and leaned over to kiss her.
The bell by the door chimed, and David and Mary Margaret came in.
"Again?" David said.
"Shh," said Snow. "It's sweet."
Emma patted her rounded tummy. "We're just trying to decide on which version to tell this kid when he…"
"Or she," Hook added
"…finally arrives."
"Oh, that again," Snow said.
"Also," Emma said, "We need to get around to setting that wedding date."
"Anytime is fine with me, Swan."
"Are you still going to call me that when my last name is Jones?"
"I guess that's another topic for debate," Hook said. "But I say the sooner, the better. We've let far too much time pass as it is."
They continued with their back and forth banter, and Snow grinned up at her husband. "David," she whispered. "That thing I told you the other night – you haven't told them yet?"
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You mean about the fact that they're already married? No."
"Why not?"
"Because," he said. "One memory I never want to lose is walking my daughter down the aisle to marry her true love."
"Oh David, that is so sweet."
"Yeah," he said. "I have my moments."
~End~