48. "Boo."
Killian looked at the sea view and took a deep breath, enjoying the salty air and the wind on his hair. The walk from the house to the pier where his boat was stationed used to take him less than ten minutes by foot.
It's been roughly fifteen to twenty minutes and they still had a few more yards to go, but he smiled as he held Liam's little hand in his. The lad had wanted to walk with his daddy to the pier and he was not going to discourage his 2 and a half year old boy.
Besides, Emma could use the time to rest. This pregnancy had taken a toll on her, between her work, fretting over Henry's freshmen year at college and running around Liam (who was a spitfire, like his mother), she was exhausted by the end of the week.
So he'd packed the essentials (still a full tote bag, with cars, trains, little pirate ships, snacks, drinks, change of clothes, warm clothes, lifevest and a second pair of socks and shoes) and hopped Liam on his arms to go on his boat.
But Liam had insisted to walk and he was enjoying the feel of his little hand grabbing his tightly, watching him throttle carefully into the sidewalk.
When they finally arrived to the pier where the boat was stationed, he bended over to be at Liam's line of view and pointed at the boat.
"See, lad, that's daddy's boat. Can you say boat, Liam?" He asked.
"Boo!" Liam said pointing at the boat.
Killian's heart swelled and a grin showed on his face. "Aye, little lad, boat." He said as he kissed his son's forehead.
"Aye, boo."