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"Look at him," Emma murmured, smoothing her finger down her sleeping newborn son's cheek. "He's perfect."

"Aye, that he is, love," Killian agreed. He sat on the bed beside her, his arm around them both as the pair of them gazed upon their new little boy.

It had been another successful, but long, home birth, considering he was rather a big baby. But now that it was all over, they were the proud parents of a son, much to their own surprise. They had decided not to find out the baby's sex once more, Killian liked to keep that part traditional. But everyone around them had been so sure that it would be another girl that they'd had the parents completely convinced as well.

However, they couldn't be happier with their new arrival.

"He looks just like you," Emma commented.

"Aye, I'm perfect too," he quipped.

Emma rolled her eyes. "It's just all this dark hair." She ran her hand gently over the soft down of his head. "Not to mention his blue, blue eyes, even his little ears, he's the spitting image of you." She looked up at him and smiled.

"His eyes might change colour," he pointed out.

"Hope's never did. But, you have your mini me, so now I get a mini you."

"We certainly make some grand looking babies, Swan." He tucked the blanket in around the newborn more and kissed his wife's cheek.

"Hmm, well this will be our last one," she warned him.

"Aye, I know. I wasn't suggesting we had any more, our family is complete now."

"Yep. And before any more sex goes on in this house, you can get yourself down to the hospital for the snip!" she informed him.

"For the what?"

"The snip. You can go and get a vasectomy," she clarified for him.

"I will do no such thing!" He told her, his eyes wide and looked utterly offended by the very idea.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, it's a simple procedure. If I can push two of your kids out of my vag, you can get that done for me."

"Swan, besides you, no one is ever fiddling with my…" he paused as he eyed his newborn son and chose his words carefully, "my family jewels. And I am certainly not allowing anyone to slice me up down there!"

Emma tutted. "No one is slicing you up, you damn fool! It's a very quick procedure and…"

Killian held his hand up to stop her continuing. "Since I am sure that even the subject of sex will be off the table for months, the point is moot right now anyway, Emma. We can discuss it again at a later date," he tried to be diplomatic about it.

"Fine," she agreed with a tired sigh as she lay her head on his shoulder. She was exhausted and sore and not in the mood to argue with him now. "So, what do we name this little boy?" she wondered, asking for his opinion. They hadn't discussed many boys names, having been convinced it would be another girl.

"I may have one suggestion…" he began.

"Go on," she nudged him.

"I know that we talked before, about not naming our children after some long dead relative or in memorial or something. But...I would really like it if we could give him the middle name, Liam?" He phrased it like a question.

"Liam?" she repeated.

"Aye. I know I have my half-brother who is named Liam, but...it's not the same."

"No, it's not. You didn't grow up with him and you don't know him the same. I can understand you wanting to honour your brother. You know, I think Liam for his middle name would be perfect," she agreed.

Killian kissed her softly and parted with a soft smile as he rubbed his son's foot. "And what will his first name be, love?"

Emma shrugged gently. "I don't really know where it came from, but I like the name Oliver. I thought we could call him Olly?"

"Oliver," Killian said the name out loud. "Oliver Liam Swan-Jones. Baby Olly." He smiled at Emma then. "Aye, I think that sounds grand."

"Hey Olly," Emma murmured gently to the baby and bent her head to kiss his forehead. Killian watched on with a big smile, completely captivated with his wife and newborn son whom he loved more than life itself, more than he ever thought possible.

Sometimes, and now was one of those times, he could hardly believe that this was his life. That he was a husband to an incredible, smart, talented, brave, beautiful soul such as Emma. Or that he was a father to now two amazing and adorable kids. It was a life he never really knew he wanted and wouldn't change for the world.

There came a gentle knock at the door then and they both looked towards it. "Ready for a little visitor?" Snow asked through the closed door.

"Aye, come on in," Killian called.

The door opened quietly and Hope raced through, excited to see her parents again. Once Emma had gone into active labour, their daughter had been packed up and sent to stay with her grandparents for the night.

"Hey my little cygnet," Killian held his arm out for Hope.

"Come and meet your baby brother," Emma told her, holding up the small bundle in her arms.

Hope clambered up on the bed and leaned across her dad's lap to get a look. "A brother?" she asked, wrinkling her little nose.

"It's a boy?" Snow asked, gleefully.

"It is," Emma nodded. "We have a son."

"But...I wanted a girl!" Hope complained. "I was s'posed to get a sister!" she pouted.

"Aaw, honey. A brother is nice too," Snow said, moving closer for a peak at her new grandchild.

"Nuh uh!" She folded her arms and shook her head.

"You don't like your little brother, lass?" Killian asked their daughter, pulling her onto his lap.

"It's not a sister!" she grumbled, still totally unimpressed. "I already got a brother, Henry!"

Emma smiled and brushed back her daughter's hair. "I'm sorry you're disappointed honey, but you have a beautiful new baby brother. We're going to call him Oliver. Do you want to say hello to baby Olly?" Emma asked her daughter gently, moving the blankets from him.

She stretched over to give him another glance, but remained unimpressed. "Can we go play now daddy?" she asked, losing all interest.

"Not right now, lass."

"She'll get used to him," Snow whispered to Emma. "And I love the name," she smiled, stroking the babies' fingers.

"Maybe you would like to hold your brother? I know he would like to meet his awesome big sister. He wants to hear about all the things you can teach him." Emma tried again.

"Really?" Hope asked, curious, but a little suspicious.

"Aye, he's lucky to have such a clever big sister to teach him about life." Killian caught on quickly.

"Oh," Hope muttered and leaned a bit closer. She touched him gently and the baby opened his eyes as his fingers closed around Hope's finger. "He's holding my finger!" she whispered, beaming up at her parents in amazement.

"Yes, he is. Because he already loves his big sister," Emma told her, kissing her forehead. "He knows your voice from when you spoke to him in my tummy."

"I'll hold him now," she decided.

Killian got Hope into position between his legs with his body supporting her back before they placed little Oliver on her lap and showed her how to hold him. The baby gazed up at her and Hope smiled down at him. "I think he likes me," she giggled and looked up at her parents.

"I think he does too, little cygnet, he's going to adore you. You're going to great friends and you'll have so much fun together. And you know that your mother and I love you both very much?" He never wanted her to doubt that.

"I love you daddy and mommy too, and baby Olly," she whispered. "I s'pose it's okay if I don't get a sister. Maybe I can I get one another day?" she asked.

Emma and Killian shared a look as Snow snorted. "We'll see, kid," Emma told her.

I figured I should introduce you all to little Oliver, before I post more stories with him in them!

Hope you enjoyed...reviews/faves are all welcome :)