Domestic Captain Swan One Shot

Between darkness and the Underworld, Emma has been waiting to get a good nights rest. She hasn’t been able to do so in weeks. Now that they’re back from New York City, she has every intention of sleeping in for as long as she can. She even took a day off of work to lounge around the house. David, thankfully, volunteered to work for her.

Killain stirs beside Emma. Much like her, he’s also had a hard few weeks. They both deserve more than anything a quiet moment. Emma picks her head off pillow, glacing over at him still asleep. His hook is on the bedside table. It’s a different look for him without his hook attached. She puts her head back on the pillow, watching as he sleeps. Snuggling closer to him, she tucks her head against his chest. His breathing is slow as a smile appears on his lips.

“Morning, love.”

Emma smiles against his chest. “Hi.” This is the first time they’re awaking in one another’s arms in their own house. It’s a feeling that makes Emma’s stomach flutter. They’re finally taking the next step in their relationship. The step they were supposed to make before Emma had no choice but to turn them both into the Dark Ones. She was supposed to ban darkness forever and then start their future. But it didn’t go as plan.

“I’m going to make some coffee,” Emma starts to get up, but Killian tugs her back down onto the bed. He kisses her deeply, almost making her forget about anything else.

“Or we could stay here all day,” he suggests.

As much as Emma would love that, she desperately needs some coffee. Not even the ten plus hours of sleep they got is enough to make her awake. Coffee is the only guarantee that will make her not pass out. She manages to get out of bed a couple of minutes later. Grabbing her robe, she ties it tightly and makes her way to their kitchen. The last time she used the kitchen was when she was the Dark One. Everything is still where she left it. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she finds the coffee pot in one of the cabinets. Then she goes in search for some coffee beans and creamer. Once she finds all of it, she inhales the distinct smell of French Roast coffee. Getting two mugs out, she fills them halfway and adds creamer. Just as she goes to bring them upstairs, Killian comes down. His hair is still tousled, making him even more attractive. He wears pajama pants without a shirt, but his hook is back on his hand.

“I was just about to come upstairs,” she hands him his mug.

He takes it from her, setting it on the table. He reaches into his pajama bottoms for his flask. Emma resists the urge to roll her eyes. Only he would make his coffee Irish at ten in the morning. He offers her some, but she declines. Creamer is just as good as his rum. Plus, she’s never been much of a morning drinker.

“It’s ten in the morning, Killian.” She says sternly as she sips her coffee.

He sits down across from her at the table, winking. “Aye, love, but I need it after…everything.”

“Do you uh-” she takes another sip of her coffee. “Want to talk about it?’

His eyes divert away from her, staring intently at the table. “I’d rather not, love.”

She nods her head, understanding. Her mom and dad have continuously asked her if she ever wanted to talk about her days as the Dark One. It’s a time in her life she would love to bury deep and never see or talk about again. It wouldn’t be fair for her to force Killian to talk about his experiences either. If he wants to, he can.

“It’s okay.” The room ensues with silence, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence, it’s one she could get used to. “Do you remember that day in Camelot when you took me on the horse?”

Killian raises his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Swan.”

She rolls her eyes. “Killian…I was talking about those flowers. I want to plant some in the garden. Do you remember what they were?”

“No, but I remember-” the sound of the doorbell cuts him off. Just as well because Emma knows he was about to say something suggestive. You can never take the pirate out of a man.

Emma places her hand on his shoulder, letting him know she’ll get the door. “Put a shirt on, Killian.”

He pushes himself out from the chair. “Why, love? You can’t handle it? Afraid you might-”

She gives him a pointed look, shooing him away so she can open the door. She peeks through the peephole of the door, surprised to see Regina on the other side of it. Henry nowhere to be seen. She isn’t the first person she wanted to see this morning.

“Regina.” Emma greets her, gesturing her to come in.

Killian bounds back down the stairs. “Here I thought it was someone important at the door.”

“Nice to see you have that dazzling personality back,” Regina snaps at Killian. “Remember that hook can easily be replaced.”

“Enough you two,” Emma puts her hands up. “Sometimes you guys act like Henry and his friends. What brings you here?”

Regina folds her hands in front of her, a nervous expression on her face. “It seems the Evil Queen isn’t dead after all.”

“What the bloody hell do you mean?” Killian asks, anger evident in his voice.

Emma’s face goes slack at the mention of the Evil Queen’s name. “I would also like to know what you mean by that.”

“She’s back. Somehow. I don’t know, but she’s here to shred everyone’s happy endings.”

Killian and Emma look between each other. Emma goes over to Killian, taking his hand in hers. “Whatever we need to do to defeat her, we will. And we will defeat her. For good.”

Regina herself looks terrified. “It’s not that easy; if she couldn’t be killed when I crushed her heart, how the hell can she be defeated?”

“By having hope.” Killian takes a page from the hero’s book.

Emma smiles reassuringly at her true love. “Exactly.”



A Captain Swan Baby is Born

Emma stands in the baby’s nursery, admiring the handy-work Killian did in preparation of their pirate or princess’s arrival. With only days left until the baby is born, he managed to get everything into place for their child.

It still surprises Emma that he was able to do it all one-handed. Although, she was often gone at the sheriff’s department while he worked on it. Her suspicions were that Snow or David had a helping hand in this. She knows her mom enough to know how much she loves to decorate. Especially when it’s for her grandchild.

Rubbing her hand over her stomach, Emma feels a sharp pain coursing through her. Letting out a small gasp, she bends over to try to soothe the pain. It only makes it worse. She places her hand against the wall, her head resting against the cool exterior. Managing to get to her cell phone, she hits Killian’s contact. He went to Granny’s to pick up lunch for the both of them. With Emma so close to her due date, David is taking over at the station. She needs to rest leading up to the baby’s arrival.

“Ugh,” she moans as the pain worsens. Killian isn’t picking up his phone. It shouldn’t surprise her though. He still isn’t very tech savvy.

“Killian,” she breathes into the phone. “I think the baby is coming. Please hurry home.”

Minutes later, a red-faced Killian appears in the entrance of the nursery. He grabs Emma’s hand. “I ran as fast as I could when I got your message.”

Gripping onto his hand, she lets out another scream. “It hurts so bad!”

“Come on, love, let’s get you to the hospital. Wale can give you some medication that will soothe the pain you’re feeling.” He gently leads her to the bug.

Emma looks up into his worried eyes. She’s usually the one who drives. Killian also doesn’t really know how to drive a car. Or as he likes to call it “the strange yellow land vessel”. Panicking, Emma brushes the hair from her eyes.

“Killian,” she cries out.

“Get in, love. I got this,” he looks uneasy, but he helps Emma into the passenger’s side. Walking around to the driver’s side, he slides in. He starts the car, clearly pleased with himself for his small accomplishment.

The hospital is only a couple of miles away, surely Killian will be able to manage. David had Henry driving when he was hardly twelve. Killian’s had years of experience navigating with the Jolly Roger. Emma’s bug should be a walk in the park for him.

Emma holds tightly onto the center console as he whips out onto the main road. He’s going way over the speed limit, but Emma doesn’t bother to point this out to him. Swerving so he doesn’t hit one of the dwarves walking around, Emma lets out another scream. Killian glances over to her and then his eyes are back on the road.

“Almost there,” his voice is low and filled with worry.

Parking in front of the hospital, Killian throws open his door, tugging the keys out of the ignition. He runs over to Emma’s side and he pulls her from the seat. With her hand on the stomach, her other hand grips tightly onto Killian’s. He guides her into the hospital.

“We need Wale!” Killian yells at the nursing assitant. “She’s in real bad pain and needs help.” His eyes glisten with tears.

Emma stands in front of him, caressing his cheek. “Killian, hey, I’ll be fine. The baby and I will be alright. We’re surivors, remember?”

“Aye, love.” He presses his forehead against hers, his breathing slowing. “Just like our little pirate or princess’s father.”

“Exactly,” Emma kisses him chastly on the lips. “Now what do you say? Let’s go have this baby.”

Dr. Wale exits from the emergency room. “Last time you were here, you were the one stealing the baby.”

Killian steps into his space. “How about you do your job, mate? Before I-”

Emma places her hand on his shoulder to stop his threat. “Get this baby out of me now.”

Dr. Wale leads them into the delivery room. “Good news, it shouldn’t be too long. Say, how did you get here with one hand?”

Emma glares at Wale from her spot on the bed. “I will literally slap you.”

Killian goes over to Emma’s side, offering hisfor her to hold. Wale continues to urge Emma to keep pushing.

Five hours later, Emma lets out a loud scream. Her face is in a sheen of sweat as she lets out every cuss word in the book. Killian holds her hand, amused at the words she’s spouting. He always knew she had a little pirate in her. “GAHHHH!!!” She screams.

Falling back against the bed, Wale presents her with a little baby girl. Killian lets go of Emma’s hand, walking around to where Wale stands with their child. He takes her in his arms, being careful of his hook. Sometimes he hates having the hook and wishes for his hand again. Now more than ever. What other little girl is going to have a father with a hand for a hook? Looking down at his daughter, his eyes cloud with tears.

“Let me see her,” Emma’s voice is stiff from hours of labor.

Killian sits beside Emma, letting her take their daughter from his arms. Killian is struck by how natural Emma is with the baby. There’s no doubt that the baby is Emma’s because she’s gorgeous. Just like her mom. Killian pushes back Emma’s hair, kissing her on her forehead. She smiles at the baby and then at him.

Killian continues to rub Emma’s shoulder. “What should we name her, love?”

Emma purses her lips. “I like…Cleo.” She thinks of the woman who saved her all those years ago. If it weren’t for her, Emma wouldn’t be who she was today.

“Then Cleo it shall be.”

“I love you,” Emma whispers to Cleo. “I will always protect you. Always.”

Killian moves his hand down to the baby’s cheek. He smiles down at his two girls. He never knew that he could love someone as much as he loves Emma and Cleo. “She’s beautiful, like you.”

“I think she has her daddy’s mesmerzing eyes,” Emma looks up at him.

Killian leans down to capture her lips with his. The door opens and Snow and David enter with Henry at their heels. Snow covers her mouth, tears already springing to her eyes. “Oh Emma, Killian, she is…”

“Gorgeous,” David finishes for her.

“Mom, Dad, Henry,” Emma glances back down at her new baby. “I want you all to meet Cleo. Cleo Jones.”

Killian reverts his eyes back to Emma, tears threatining to spill over again. He still can’t believe that Emma and Cleo are his family. “Mate,” he nods to Henry, “come say hi to your new sister.”


Emma & Killian Crash Henry’s Date

“Don’t you think we’re being a litte…I don’t know…overbearing?” Emma asks Killian as they hide behind a bush in the park, spying on Henry on his first date.

Killian glances at me from the corner of his eyes. “Of course not, love. I know boys and their motives.”

Emma whacks him on the arm. “He’s hardly a teenager.”

“Swan,” Killian drops his hand from the bush where we were peeking through. “You know how to fight monsters, I know about teenage boys and their feelings. Believe it or not, I was his age once.”

“He’s my son…I don’t want to think about him with another girl.” She also didn’t want to think of Killian with any other girls. Past or not.

“And that is exactly why we’re spying on him,” he states as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

Emma sighs, clearly not going to win this fight. If Killian’s anything, it’s stubborn. Much like herself. They watch as Henry unpacks the lunch he packed for Violet and himself. Violet busies herself by lying the blanket down on the grass. Since summer is coming, the weather is nice. Not too hot, but not too cold either. It makes Emma annoyed that her and Killian are wasting a beautiful day spying on her son. Killian may not be Henry’s dad yet, but he watches out for him like he is. Emma smiles at her boyfriend, wishing he would propose to her soon. Otherwise she might have to take the lead and do so.

She goes back to watching her son as he tries to woo Violet. A smile appears on her lips; her son is growing up. And to think she missed out on so many years of his life. If she ever has more kids, she doesn’t want to miss one second of their life. Even if that means becoming a stay-at-home mom. Emma never thought about that-she enjoys working at the police station. It was like a second home. Much like when she was working in Boston as a bail bonds person. It was what she loved to do.

“Swan?” she realizes that Killian has been trying to get her attention for some time.


Killian smiles at her as she continues watching Henry. Or rather, spying on Henry. “Ready to let the boy be? He’s being a gentleman.”

“He’s not you,” Emma jokes.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He said those exact words the day at the beanstalk. A day neither of them have ever talked about before. It’s kind of a touchy subject, but the conversation has to come to light someday.

She presses her lips together to avoid telling him that she thought he was even then. At first, she didn’t trust him. Why would she? He was a stranger, a pirate nonetheless. Not to mention, she was still getting used to her new world. A world which did actually include the notorious Captain Hook. Imagine Emma’s surprise when she found out how hot Captain Hook actually was. Certainly a step up from the one she remembered watching as a kid. Not a waxed mustache or a perm in sight when Killian introduced himself.

“Not the first time I heard that.”

The smile on Killian’s lips fades. “You remember that day?”

He seems surprised ty when she doesn’t think about their meeting. Not a day goes by when she doesn’t think about their meeting. It certainly wasn’t a storybook love at first sight kind of thing, but Emma and Killian never had the traditional fairytale life. Not everything in fairytales are perfect. Emma’s found out that the hard way. After a couple brushes with death and going to Hell, she was ready to find her happily-ever-after. She thinks she deserves it after everything. More importantly, she wants to feel what it’s like to have a family. To not be in constant fear of a villain emerging from the pages of the book. But that wouldn’t happen if they continued living in Storybrooke. Happy endings aren’t easy to come by.

Emma shakes her head. “Of course. I beat you that day.”

“I think what you meant was you beat me up that day.” The smile is back on his face.

“To be fair,” she diverts her eyes from her son’s date. “You had bad form.”

Killian lets out a loud laugh. Too loud of a laugh because the next instance, Henry is looming before them looking mortified. Violet is behind him, her hand covering her mouth. Emma looks down at the ground, suffering from secondhand embarrassment. She would have never thought she would be the lame mom, but it seems like she has. Although, this was all Killian’s idea. So maybe Emma isn’t that lame of a mom. Killian was going to be that dad. The type who constantly embarrasses their children-stepchild or not. Being a pirate most of his life certainly didn’t make him cool.

“Mom…Hook?” Henry’s face is turning red. Either from mortification or anger.

Killian acts fast. “Your mom thought she lost an earring in the bush. We were just scouting the brush for signs of it.”

“My mom doesn’t wear earrings. You do.”

Emma steps in between her son and boyfriend. “What Killian meant was his earring. You know the rum and him.”

“I think we’ve been caught red-handed, Swan. It was all her idea.”

Henry steps back. “I can’t believe you don’t trust me.”

“Of course we do Henry…” Emma reaches for his hand.

“Please just leave us alone.” Henry walks away as Emma stares after him.

She cuts a glare over to Killian. “Nice going. Now not only does he think I’m uncool, but he thinks I don’t trust him.”

“Love,” Killian reaches for her hands but she snatches them away.

“Don’t ‘love’ me.”

He raises an eyebrow at him. “We should go…and maybe work on being cooler.”

This makes Emma smile. “Let’s go swashbuckle or whatever.”

“Oh Swan,” Killian shakes his head. “That was just not cool.”

Rolling her eyes, she reaches for her car keys to drive them to Granny’s. She may not be cool, but Killian still loved her. “Okay, mate, let’s hit it.”

“Seriously,” he puts his hand on his chest. “Your attempts are killing me. Just be your lame self.”

“Do I ever listen?”

“Nope, and that’s why I love you.” He kisses her atop her head before getting in the passenger’s seat.




A CaptainSwan Baby


It’s been a week since I found out that I was pregnant. A week since my dad thought there was something fishy going on. I put my hand on my stomach, smiling down at it. I don’t know how Killian will react to the news. Pregnancy wasn’t apart of the plan.

I continue folding the laundry. The laundry that Killian attempted to do. I observe the former white socks that are now red. I pick up my red turtleneck I wore the other day. I guess he wasn’t ready to do laundry by himself. Even Henry knows enough to separate colors from whites. Then again, Killian is like a million years old; laundry machines probably weren’t the norm in his days.

“Swan,” I hear Killian call from the foyer of the house.

I walk out of our bedroom, nerves racing through my stomach. I can do this. I’ve slayed a dragon before; I’ve survived Hell and Hades; I’ve broken a curse cast by the Evil Queen. Telling the man I love that I’m pregnant with his baby is easy. Right?

He grabs me by my waist, kissing my forehead. “I come with good news.”

“Oh?” I ask. “Because I kind of had some pretty good news too.”

Raising an eyebrow, Killian leads me by my hand to our room. He lets go of my hand and he gets on the bed. He stretches his feet out as he rests his back against the headboard. “Well, have at it Swan. What’s the big news?”

I climb on the bed so I’m sitting across from him. “You sure you don’t want to go first?”

“Clearly you’re nervous about something. You’ve been antsy all week.”

Letting out a breath, I decide to just blurt it out. I reach out to cup his face in my hands. I rest my forehead against his, breathing in his scent. He smells of the sea and a mix of his cologne. His hand covers one of mine, rubbing his thumb over mine.

“Killian,” I stare into his eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

I watch his face for any signs of anger or hesitance. Instead of either of those emotions, he laughs, a huge smile etched across his face. I lean back so I’m looking at him. Not saying anything, he reaches his hand out to touch my stomach. As he caresses the barely there bump, a tear slips from his eyes. I put my hand over his, tears gathering in my eyes. The only time I’ve seen Killian cry was when we thought we would never see one another-when I left him in the Underworld.

“A baby…” he says as if he doesn’t believe it. “Swan,” he shakes his head, “we’re having a baby?”

I nod my head, the tears falling onto my collar bone. “Yes.”

Pulling his hand away from my stomach, he cups my face in his hand. His hook rests on my hip. Then his lips are on mine. I open my mouth to him as he devours me. He pulls me against him so there’s no space between us.

“Our baby,” he says. “Our own little pirate princess.”

“Or pirate prince,” I add. “Dr. Wale said we can find out the sex in a few weeks. Or we can wait until the actual birth.”

Killian kisses my cheek, then my lips again. “I can’t wait that long; we need to know.”

I laugh because he’s acting like a child who woke up on Christmas to his wish list having been fulfilled. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll hold out to spite you.”

“No, no, no Swan. I waited quite some time for you to admit that the kiss in Neverland meant something. Or you know, our climb up the beanstalk.”

I nearly push him off the bed for bringing up our rocky past. The Neverland kiss did mean something. At the time, I was too scared to open up to somebody. Neal had just died, or so I had thought. I wasn’t ready to open my heart-especially to a pirate who was hell-bent on revenge. But that Killian was nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t get me started on the beanstalk,” I get off the bed to resume folding the clothes. Since Henry’s been at Regina’s a lot lately, the laundry load hasn’t been too much. As I bend over to pick up a stray sock, I feel a quick pain in my stomach. Wincing, my hand instantly touches my bump. “The baby…is kicking me!”

Killian stumbles off the bed, the covers flying with him. There’s question in his eyes, almost like he doesn’t know whether to touch my belly or not. Silently answering him, the baby starts to kick again at Killian’s touch. “There’s definitely a pirate in there!”

As much as I love Killian, I really hope our son or daughter doesn’t turn out to be a pirate. Pirates are ruthless, much like my own pirate once was. But like I said, that man is no longer alive. He died when he fell in love with me. “I can’t wait to tell Henry.”

Killian’s eyes meet mine. “He’ll be thrilled to be an older brother.”

“So,” I say. “We should go to Granny’s to celebrate.”

“No, Swan.” He walks to the doorway. “Do you still have the dress you wore on our first date?”

I think about the blush pink dress that I wore when I asked Killian out on our first date. Then again when we were on his ship and I was the Dark One. The same day he told me he no longer loved me. The memory of the dress doesn’t give me the happy memories that it should. I wince and he seems to realize what I’m thinking about. I shake out of my grief. “I think I have one you would enjoy much better.”

“Anything you wear makes you look beautiful.”

“Killian,” I call after him. “I love you.”

He hooks his hook on the ledge of the door. “Apparently you do,” he smirks, looking down at my baby bump.

I grab a pair of socks and lob them at him. “Way to turn a romantic moment into one of your inappropriate innuendos.”

“Pirate,” he sing songs before walking out to let me change.

“Mmm…” I rub my belly. “Wait.”

Once again, he stops in his tracks. “You wanted to tell me something?”

He turns around to look at me. “Right. David told me I had his blessing. To marry you.”

“Wouldn’t have cared if he didn’t,” I smile. “I would’ve married you anyway.”

“Aye….” Killian winks at me.