He just wanted coffee, wanted to wake up, wanted some time before he had to get dressed and go meet Emma at the station. He thought the B&B's little kitchen would provide him with quiet this early so he could have his coffee in peace, but he was quickly proven wrong. Killian instantly shifted his arms to hold the bundle of baby that had been plopped into them. Looking up in surprise he half expected to find Snow, but instead he saw Aurora digging into the fridge, pulling items out.
(2) “Doesn’t this belong to you?” Killian asked leerily, shifting the infant in his arms. It was wide awake, but didn’t make any noise, studying him instead with big eyes. “Yes, he does,” Aurora agreed, setting eggs out on the counter, and looking in the cupboards for the pans Red had given them instructions on how to use, “But as you owe me, you can hold him for a moment while I make breakfast.” “I owe you?” He stared at her in shock, hoping with every fiber of his being the baby wouldn’t cry.
(3) Aurora looked at him over her shoulder, “You took my heart.” she stated simply. Killian winced, sinking down in his chair a little. “I returned it.” he offered lamely. “Yes, and you’ll return him once I’m done here.” Aurora replied brightly, her voice making the baby smile and his little arms flail. “Do you not have one of those basket things?” Killian hoped he didn’t sound like he was whining, “Or the chairs that swing like Snow has?” “Yes.” “So can’t you put him in one?” “No.”
Feelings? What feelings? I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t cry! I must have something in my eye for it to be watering like this. Jesus what do you think this is?