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A/N: Future CS fic where Emma and Killian are married. They’ve got a little one already and are expecting another child in the next few months, and as such this is basically just 100% fluff. It’s told from Killian’s POV and I’m tying it along with another reader request for the song ‘H.O.L.Y’ by Florida Georgia Line. Rated M because when in doubt always smuff. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Sleep was a precious commodity for any parent, but when those parents also happened to be the protector’s of a small, magically inclined town, and self-proclaimed heroes fending off many a dark force, it was all the harder to come by. A sane man would cling to every opportunity he had for some shut-eye, and yet here Killian was, wide-awake in the earliest morning hours smiling like a fool over the sight before him.
With the new morning’s rays of sun moving through the curtain, the room was bright enough for Killian to make out every detail of his lovely wife and there was nothing about her Killian wasn’t entranced by. Her golden hair was all over the place, tousled and tangled around her on the pillow, begging Killian to fun his fingers through it. The delicate freckles that came out more and more during the sunny summer months were clear as day now, and her lips were curved into a half smile, as if Emma’s dreams were lovely enough to keep her happy even in the depths of slumber.
Killian traced every last detail with his gaze, moving down her body and finding the surest sense of joy when he saw her hand, gently placed upon her abdomen that was currently swollen with their child. Even in sleep Emma was protecting that little boy or girl, and Killian’s hand moved there too in a silent show of support and love.
The action had Emma shifting in her sleep, stirring awake, her green eyes opening and a smile forming as they did. She made for the most beautiful picture right now, with her calm sense of serenity and a genuine aura of happiness hanging around her. Years ago Killian never could have dreamed of mornings like this one, but now they were the norm. Gods he was a lucky man.
“Why are you awake?” Emma asked, stretching slightly as she did, her movements shifting the sheet that was covering them and drawing his attention to the lithe lines of her body only shielded by a thin nightgown.
“It’s morning, love,” Killian replied with a soft kiss to her lips.
“It is, but I would think you’d need a little extra rest after the night we had.”
And what a night it had been. After getting their daughter Hope to bed, Killian tried to do something romantic for his Swan and had apparently been successful. They’d gone out to the porch swing and there he’d had some candles and a few flowers ready for her along with cocoa and a bit of dessert that he thought she might enjoy. Killian wanted to give Emma something beautiful and thoughtful after a string of busy days, and the next thing he knew she was tearing up and telling him that it was perfect and that he was perfect too.
Of course that was far from the truth, but Killian eventually conceded that perhaps they were perfect for each other. Emma agreed, and after enjoying the coastal breeze and staring up at the stars for a while together, he brought her back inside so that Emma could have her way with him. Their exploration of each other had been thorough and started and stopped more than once during the night thanks to Emma’s insatiable wants that came around each time she was pregnant, but Killian had been a very eager and willing participant every step of the way. Just the thought of it now all these hours later had Killian grinning uncontrollably.
“What can I say, love? It’s a gift.” Emma laughed, the gravel of sleep clinging to the sound and making the melody of it even richer to his ears.
“A gift huh? Who for?” Emma asked, her hand trailing down Killian’s chest in a slow, tantalizing fashion.
“Well for my insatiable wife of course,” Killian countered before moving above Emma and getting her to admit that she was just as desirous for this as he was right now. She might pretend otherwise, but Emma was always right there with him in this need for more between them and honestly, that was just the way Killian liked it.
It was impossible to tell who started the kiss that came next, but Killian took comfort in the sound of impatience that passed Emma’s lips when he moved away, his mouth trailing down her neck and then to her breasts that he exposed by moving the straps of her nightgown off her shoulder and then down her body. They were all the more sensitive from the presence of their baby and begging for his touch, and though it was always easy to rile Emma up with the right amount of attention and purposeful, meticulous care, in this state, emboldened by her hormones and baby-induced cravings, she was a conduit to bliss itself.
Under his ministrations, Emma shared all of her honest responses and pleas for more and it left Killian feeling eternally grateful for the spell she’d managed to conjure when their daughter was born that kept any noise from exiting this room while leaving them privy to outside influences. Killian could listen out for anything that might draw their attention elsewhere in these early morning hours and still have the life-affirming words and moans of his lovely wife too, and that was a precious treasure indeed.
After riling her up to a point of clear frustration, Killian had mercy on Emma and with the use of his hand, and the gentle swirl of his thumb against her clit, he sent her gasping into her climax and releasing that gorgeous flush against her creamy skin. She was a siren here in their bed, a goddess made real, and Killian was in awe of her and everything she’d given him, not the least of which was the baby on the way who Killian murmured loving words to as he kissed Emma’s stomach and then headed further down her curvy figure.
“You know with two little kids running around here it’s going to be so much harder to find time for this,” Killian growled against the delicate flesh between Emma’s thighs and felt her jump at the sensation. He grinned at that, loving how everything about the way they were together made Emma more desirous.
“We’ll just have to get creative then, Swan. Won’t be the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last.”
Emma looked liable to ask what he meant by that, but before he could make mention of his hopes of having at least one more child after this baby with her, he set about pleasuring Emma with his tongue. He could easily have made quick work of this, but drawing out Emma’s anticipations was a luxury Killian didn’t dare toss away. It was risky to go so slow, not only because his stubborn wife grew more hot and bothered with every second, but because interruption could come at any moment. But still Killian ran that risk, holding off on letting her shatter again until she begged for release.
“Killian, please!”
The simple words were everything to him, and Killian felt revitalized in every way when he realized that he was the only man who could give this to Emma, the only man that his lovely wife wanted or trusted enough to be here. It was a miracle to love someone as much as he loved Emma and have that love returned, and as he moved back up her body after letting her fall apart again, he brushed some hair away from her face and told her exactly how he felt.
“There is nothing in this world that compares to loving you, Emma. You’ve given me everything, my love. Everything.”
Her soft green eyes lit up at his words the way they did every time he attached any possessive turns of phrase that drew them closer together. Sometimes she did the same thing, and more than once he’d heard her describing him as ‘her Captain.’ That was easily his favorite moniker, aside from when she called him her husband or her true love.
“And you’ve given me everything too. Everything we have, everything we’re going to have, it’s all possible because we found it together.”
“Aye, love. Together.”
With those sweet words of affirmation, Killian thrust home, part of him worried for their child though he knew by now that there was no real danger. He started slow and steady, filling her with his hard length over and over, but soon enough (thanks to the sheer brilliance of his wife and her hastening pleas) his softness deteriorated and gave way to a hard and fast claiming, designed to sate them both on this glorious morning.
When they both gave way to that pleasure, basking in the afterglow of their love, Killian felt more alive than ever and ready to greet the day, but he noted that Emma was still tired and he knew if he gave her the opportunity she would doze some more. He wanted that to be sure, and he knew just the way to make it happen.
“I love you, Emma. With all my heart,” Killian said, pulling a lazy, sleepy smile from his wife as he kissed her one last time.
“I know,” He chuckled at Emma’s reply, his hand tracing a delicate pattern on her back and Emma fell back into sleep once more, appearing as serene and peaceful as he’d ever seen her.
Hard as it was for him to do, Killian eventually eased his way out of bed, leaving the perfect sense of completion he got from holding Emma in his arms as she slept in the hopes of granting her a little more peace and quiet. The Jones family was a clan of early risers, but Emma was more tired than she otherwise would be thanks to the baby on the way. In three more months they’d meet the newest member of this family, and Killian could hardly wait to meet the little lad or lass and prove to them that their father would always love them and this family more than anything in all the realms.
As Killian slipped on clothes for the day and went about his morning routine silently, his mind wandered to the truth of how he’d been blessed a million times over when he found Emma. She was the reason for his redemption, the guiding light that had brought him back from darkness, and everything he had in this life he owed to her. Every ounce of happiness he’d tasted these past few years were a gift from his beloved wife, and that didn’t make Emma a savior – it made her an angel, one that Killian truly believed had fallen just to bring home.
Yet Emma wasn’t the only divinely sent person in his life, and as Killian heard the fast patter of little footsteps moving around inside his daughter’s room just next door he knew his darling girl was awake bright and early, just as he was.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
Killian smiled in spite of the volume and he shushed Hope lovingly, causing her to giggle and shush back. She was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen, with curly brown hair and her mother’s eyes. She was a rascal and had all the makings of a pirate, but to Killian she would always be his princess. At nearly four years of age, Hope was growing far too fast for his liking, but there was still time to watch her grow, and Killian planned to make the most of every moment that he had with his little girl.
“Good morning, little lass. Sleep well?”
“Of course. I had Henry.”
Killian smiled at the stuffed bear that his daughter carried with her more often than not. It had been a gift from her elder brother for Christmas one year, but none of them could have imagined how attached Hope would be to it. It was her placeholder for her brother when he was away at college, and even when everyone said she could give the bear any name she wanted she maintained that the best name was Henry. After all, there was no one else who protected her like her big brother, aside from her parents who Hope reasoned were always there no matter what.
“I’m glad to hear it, love. Now, what do you say to a new mission? Operation ‘make your mother breakfast.’”
“Can the breakfast be pancakes?” Hope asked and Killian pretended to consider. “Please Daddy! Mommy loves pancakes especially when I help make the faces with the blueberries.”
“Alright, love, pancakes it is.”
With a fast forward motion Killian scooped his daughter up in his arms, pulling another giggle from the little tyke as he peppered kisses to her face. Gods it did his heart good to hear his daughter laugh like this. It was an incredibly powerful thing – knowing that the two most important women in his life were happy and safe.
“Do you think you can keep very quiet as we go down the stairs?” Killian asked and Hope nodded immediately.
“Super duper quiet,” she promised and Killian shook his head at the strange phrasing, chalking it up to one of those sayings Hope had learned from her grandparents or some passing townsfolk, and heading down the stairs and into the kitchen where they would set off to work.
Killian knew that he and Emma were incredibly lucky to have a daughter like Hope. Despite her boundless energy and curiosity that was bound to get her into trouble sometimes, she was a dear, always looking to help with anything, and better behaved than any young child Killian had ever met. She was going to make a remarkable older sister, and as if she could read Killian’s mind she brought up the new baby while sprinkling in her blueberries into the pancake mix.
“Is the baby coming today, Daddy?” she asked, still not understanding the time parameters of this sort of thing.
“Not today, angel,” Killian confessed helping her reach when her lack of height kept her from doing so.
“Tomorrow?” Hope asked, clearly wanting the arrival to be sooner rather than later.
“Afraid not. We’ve a few more months to go.” Killian realized she likely didn’t understand that concept and corrected himself. “Many more mornings and many more sleeps.”
Hope gave a little sigh, the sound almost sad in its sincerity. It pulled at Killian’s heartstrings even though there was really nothing wrong. The pregnancy was going fantastically, the doctors had assured them of that, and though Emma was still working hard at the station, they had a system designed to keep her healthy and happy and to keep the ship afloat despite the changes to their once normal routine. A few more months were actually necessary in order to get everything prepared and baby proofed again, and to thoroughly explain to Hope what exactly would come with the arrival of her new sibling.
“I wish the baby would come today. I love him already,” Hope claimed.
“Him?” Killian asked with an amused expression. Emma and Killian had decided not to find out the sex of the baby just yet, planning to do what they’d done with Hope and to be surprised instead.
“My baby brother,” Hope stated matter-of-factly.
“You know, Hope, it could be a baby brother. But it also could be a baby sister. You’d love the baby no matter what though, right?” Killian asked, smiling as he brushed away a bit of flour from his daughter’s cheek.
“Yes. But he’s not a baby sister. He’s a brother. Maybe the next baby can be a sister, but not this one.”
Killian had to wonder then in the face of his daughter’s sureness if this weren’t one of those moments when Hope’s magical abilities were manifesting again. Her being so young made it hard to tell, but if there was one thing Killian knew it was not to bet against the women in this family. If they were certain they were right, it wasn’t Killian’s place to question them. Not without definitive proof.
“Well I guess we’ll just see then won’t we?”
“Yes, sir,” Hope gave a mock salute and Killian laughed, fluffing up her curly hair as he did and then letting her lead through the rest of what she felt the morning needed.
For the next half an hour, Killian kept Hope entertained and managed to finish the breakfast spread for the three of them. They still set a forth place though, for Hope always wanted Henry to have a spot, even if he was busy at school for the time being. It was a sweet gesture, as was her desire to give her mother one of the roses from the bushes outside. Killian helped his daughter remove it from the greenery, careful to remove all of the thorns and then watched as Hope touched it with the tips of her fingers and shifted the color of the petals from pink to yellow. It still amazed Killian what his daughter was capable of at so young an age, but he made sure to smile and encourage her gift since it was used sparingly and in the hopes of making Emma happy.
“Now it’s like the sun,” Hope said excitedly. “And Mommy’s hair.”
“Aye love. That it is.”
“Look at all of this,” Emma’s voice came from the doorway and instantly Hope was off, bounding towards Emma at a sprint and then barely stopping in time when she remembered the baby. Her little hand came out to pat on Emma’s stomach lightly before she wrapped herself in a hug around Emma.
“Good morning Mommy! Good morning brother!” Emma hugged Hope tight and made eye contact with Killian.
“Brother?” She mouthed his way and Killian shrugged, pulling out her seat and placing a light kiss to her cheek.
“Just go with it, Swan,” Killian murmured and his wife instantly smiled again, falling into Hope’s surmises on the coming day and her dreams the night before.
Their daughter was a definite talker, giving even her grandmother a run for her money, but both Emma and Killian loved that about Hope. Even at this age it was apparent that their little lass was getting something neither of them ever had – a steady stream of love from two parents who were present and nurturing. It felt like undoing a great wrong, and for Killian and Emma it was the most important work they’d ever done. Forget finding passage out of the Underworld or defeating the forces of evil that came and went; this was the hard stuff, and yet still the most rewarding.
Just when breakfast was wrapping up, a knock sounded at the door, and on the other side were Emma’s parents and her siblings, hoping for a chance that the whole family could go to the park. Hope was thrilled at the prospect, begging and wishing for the opportunity to go, and since Emma and Killian were wrapped snugly around her finger, they caved instantly, planning out a day away that would no doubt be exhausting and lovely all at once.
“You know a trip to the park means Hope will be out for a while during nap time today,” Emma whispered when they were just about to leave and Killian swallowed hard.
“Aye. Any thoughts on how we might make use of all that free time?” Emma’s seductive smile shot through him, leaving a dull ache low in his gut.
“I’ve got a couple ideas, and I think you’ll be very impressed,” she whispered.
“Sounds like a date then,” Killian countered and Emma laughed, taking the blanket he’d grabbed in her arms.
“I’ll be the one wearing your ring.”
“Damn right you will,” Killian growled low before kissing Emma, unable to hold back.
“Daddy! It’s time to go. No more kissing,” Hope cried from across the room.
“To be continued then,” Killian whispered, taking Emma’s hand in his.
“I certainly hope so.” And luckily for both of them, they got exactly what they wanted, and it was just one tiny moment in the scheme of a very happy, and loving life together.
………..
When the sun had left and the winter came
And the sky fall could only bring the rain
I sat in darkness, all broken hearted
I couldn't find a day I didn't feel alone
I never meant to cry, started losing hope
But somehow baby, you broke through and saved me
You're an angel, tell me you're never leaving
'Cause you're the first thing I know I can believe in
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you, high on loving you
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you, high on loving you
You made the brightest days from the darkest nights
You're the river bank where I was baptized
Cleanse all the demons
That were killing my freedom
Let me lay you down, give me to ya
Get you singing babe, hallelujah
We'll be touching, we'll be touching heaven
You're an angel, tell me you're never leaving
'Cause you're the first thing I know I can believe in
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you, high on loving you
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you, high on loving you
I don't need the stars 'cause you shine for me
Like fire in my veins, you're my ecstasy
You're my ecstasy
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you, high on loving you
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you, high on loving you
You're the healing hands where it used to hurt
You're my saving grace, you're my kind of church
You're holy
Post-Note: Hey all! So I just want to assure those of you who have requested baby fluff that this is not the only chapter of this kind I will be writing. Some of you had different visions for what a baby chapter would look like, and I plan to get to all of them (because CS baby fluff is essentially what I live for). Just be a little patient with me because I have so many wonderful, thoughtful readers and a list of more than 20 songs/prompts I am still working on for this series. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed and that it brightened your days a little bit. Thanks so much for reading!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,Part 11, Part 12,Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45, Part 46, Part 47, Part 48, Part 49, Part 50, Part 51, Part 52, Part 53, Part 54, Part 55, Part 56, Part 57, Part 58, Part 59, Part 60, Part 61, Part 62, Part 63, Part 64, Part 65, Part 66, Part 67, Part 68, Part 69, Part 70, Part 71, Part 72, Part 73, Part 74, Part 75, Part 76, Part 77, Part 78, Part 79, Part 80, Part 81, Part 82, Part 83, Part 84, Part 85, Part 86, Part 87, Part 88, Part 89, Part 90, Part 91, Part 92, Part 93, Part 94, Part 95, Part 96, Part 97, Part 98, Part 99, Part 100, Part 101, Part 102, Part 103, Part 104, Part 105, Part 106, Part 107, Part 108, Part 109, Part 110,Part 111, Part 112, Part 113, Part 114, Part 115, Part 116, Part 117, Part 118, Part 119,Part 120, Part 121, Part 122, Part 123, Part 124, Part 125, Part 126, Part 127, Part 128,Part 129, Part 130, Part 131
When the sun had left and the winter came
And the sky thawed to only bring the rain
I sat in darkness
All broken-hearted
I couldn't find a day I didn't feel alone
I never meant to cry, started losing hope
But somehow baby
You broke through and saved me
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