“Killian!!!! Come fast… HURRY!!!” - Emma screamed from the bedroom.
“What is it, love? Is everything alright with you and the babies?” - Killian asked worried, fear clear in his eyes.
“Yeah! Everything’s fine. Amazing, actually. Fast, give me your hand.”
He was completely confused, but did as she asked.
Without even thinking, Killian felt to his knees. He wasn’t one to cry, but this miracle he was witnessing was wonderful and he couldn’t… and quite frankly didn’t want to stop the tears. Their babies were kicking, very strongly. They were already amazing fighters if he had any say in that, his little pirates.
“I love you both so much, and I love your mother more than life itself. I can’t wait for you to come meet us and meet your brother Henry, he’ll love you very much, and you’ll have the best grandparents in any realm. Oh, you’re going to be so cherished by everyone.”
Killian kept talking to their babies, while Emma just looked at him in awe. Everything was worth it, all the trials, challenges, good and bad moments. Every single step that took them to that moment was worth it.
Suddenly he noticed a special type of magic floating in the air.
“That’s really beautiful, Emma.”
“The lights. Your magic, love.”
“I’m… I’m not doing anything, Killian.”
Both of them were amazed to see that their babies were influencing her magic without her even noticing. Little pirates indeed.
Pride was bubbling on Killian’s chest and he couldn’t avoid kissing Emma’s belly to try and transfer a little bit of his love to their children.
And now Emma was crying as well.
“Damn, those hormones…”
They stayed like that for a while, just the four of them, their little family.
~ he sings to his baby. Sea shanties, lullabies, songs he makes up just for them. ~ he watches his baby sleep incessantly. (I wrote an entire series about this.) ~ he’s the first to hear the baby cry in the night. He goes and gets the baby, and snuggles him/her for a few minutes to calm him/her down before waking Emma up so she can breastfeed. ~ he loves picking out the baby’s outfits. Emma thinks it’s adorable and lets him do it every day. ~ he always makes sure the window is open (even if just a crack) in the baby’s room. Exposure to fresh, sea-scented air is important. ~ when the baby is seemingly inconsolable, his go-to is direct, skin-to-skin contact. The baby in just a diaper, him with no shirt. A blanket covering them both on the back porch, the baby tucked under his chin, against his heartbeat. It works every time. ~ he’s a baby-face kisser. Nose kisses, forehead kisses. Soft little eye-lid kisses when the baby’s asleep. And cheek kisses. There can never be enough cheek kisses. ~ when he talks to his baby, he gets this special tone of voice. This soft, velvety lilt that is the gentlest, most soothing thing that Emma has ever heard in her entire life. It frequently gives her goosebumps when she hears it. ~ he hates being away from the baby in any capacity. What if he misses something? What if she/he needs him? (He doesn’t leave much) ~ he tears up whenever he hears Emma talking to the baby. He is very certain that she’s the most wonderful mother in all the realms. ~ he takes the baby sailing, and tells stories about his past. About his mother, his brother. About Milah. About how he met Emma and she saved him in every way a person can be saved. And all about Henry, too. He tells the baby everything. ~ he loves giving the baby baths. He loves the smell of the soap and the sound of tiny toes splashing about. ~ he’s always concerned about the baby’s warmth. “Don’t leave without a hat for the babe, Swan. Are you sure those pyjamas are warm enough, love? It’s supposed to be cold tonight.” When Emma questions him about it, he reminds her that she herself is always cold. And they wouldn’t want the baby to be cold, now would they? ~ there’s no sight he cherishes more than the sight of his baby smiling. Nor is there a sound he cherishes more than the sound of his baby laughing. ~ and above all, he makes damn sure that baby knows they’re loved. Infinitely, timelessly, irrevocably loved.
If, during season 7, Killian has a kid with Emma, I want him to have a daughter. I want his cursed life to be compared/paralleled with Charming + Emma during season 1 and season 2.
I want him to know his daughter but unknowing that’s she’s related to him.
I want him to try to get along with her.
Give me scenes of them doing the same facial expressions or having similar tastes towards anything and only the viewers of the show are aware of that.
Give me a reverse scene where she’s the one who’s in coma, her name is Jane Doe and suddenly wakes up, goes to nowhere, people is searching for her but it’s Killian who finds her (bc it runs in the family: they will always find you).
Give me awkward scenes where she thanks him for saving her life.
Give me scenes of Killian arresting her for X reason (just like Emma did with her dad).
Give me scenes of Killian suddenly gazing at her and realizing that there’s something in her face that looks familiar to him but then realizes it’s a silly thought, she reminds him of no one specific (PERHAPS HIS WIFE. )
Give me a reverse scene of the girl thinking the same about her dad (”WE KIND OF HAVE THE SAME CHIN”).
Give me PRE curse Killian fighting for his baby with a sword. With Charming’s sword. Whoa, badass pirate.
Jane Doe Rogers (yeah, I’m naming her that atm) owning her mother’s sword. (Someone will tell her “That’s your grandad’s sword. Your mother killed a dragon with that to save your uncle. And then your father tried to save you with this.”)
Give me Jane Doe promoting officer Rogers for sheriff.
Give me a TLK, bring his memories back!
Once the curse is broken his firsts thoughts are Emma + Jane Doe and he kind of freaks out bc Emma is not around.
The tear of joy, tho, when he notices and recognizes Jane Doe.
I NEVER IN MY LIFE THOUGHT THAT I WOULD DERIVE SUCH JOY FROM A NERVOUS KILLIAN JONES OK?
DO YOU THINK I AM GOOD ENOUGH FOR EMMA LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DUDE OF COURSE YOU ARE I LOVE YOU DAVID LOVES YOU EVERYONE LOVES YOU.
AND LIKE DAVID IS ALL CONFUSED WHEN KILLIAN STARTS TALKING ABOUT GROWING HIS FAMILY LOLOL
LIKE, DUDE, BRO, KILLIAN. I ALREADY HAVE A BABY SON, WHAT’RE YOU TALKING ABOUT MY MAN?
AND THE FUCKING NERVOUS SWALLOW AGAIN
LIKE I FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE JUST SO SO WANTS THIS AND IT IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL
AND HE FUCKING ASKS HIM IN THE MOST ADORABLE WAY POSSIBLE AND I JUSTTTTT
AND DAVID IS LIKE DUUUUUDE WHATTT WHICH I LOVE
BECAUSE IT GIVES ME MORE OF NERVOUS KILLIAN LIKE POOR BABY I ALMOST FEEL BAD BUT THEN HE IS JUST SO ADORABLE?
AND THE SECOND HE SEES HALF A SMILE ON DAVID’S FACE HE’S LIKE FUCKING FUCK THANK FUCKING ALL THE GODS OMFG
THE SMILING OMGGGG AND I LOVE DAVID FOR BEING LIKE YES YES OFCC! I MEAN DEPENDS ON EMMA BUT I LOVE YOU MAN
THE FUCKING RELIEF THO LOL I MEAN PRINCE CHARMING DOESN’T SET THE BAR HIGH AT ALL
AND THE FUCKING GRINS
I LOVE THE FUCKING GRINS LIKE AHHHH
LOOK AT THESE BROS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THEY’RE FUCKING FAMILY OK. THEY HAVE SOMEHOW FOUND THEIR LIAMS AND THEIR JAMES’ IN EACH OTHER AND MORE AND I AM SO HAPPY THESE SMOL BABIES HAVE ALL FOUND THEIR FAMILY
I saw this cute video of a dad using his confused lil baby as a puppet and it gave me early S4 feels so I wrote a drabble lol. Some CS babysitting and traumatising poor little Neal.
Emma’s couldn’t control her giggling. She was on the verge of having tears running down her face. They were seated on the couch while Killian had her baby brother resting in the crook of his arm, his finger wiggling the baby’s bottom lip up and down in time with his grumpy voice.
“Why are you laughing at me, Emma? You’re supposed to be my big sister, not a bully!”
The absolute outraged look on little Neal’s face made the situation all the more hilarious to her, causing her laughter to grow.
“You’re going to traumatise him, stop it.”
“What’s traumatising is this powdered slop you make me drink.” he continued in a gruff voice, moving the baby’s bottom lip up and down. “I’m a prince, I deserve the good stuff!”
Poor little Neal’s face scrunched up even more, completely confused by what what going on, causing Killian to continue.
“I’ll be needing the cricket’s talking phone number too. There’s a fifty percent chance i’ll end up looking like my father.”
Emma smacked Killian’s arm at that comment, making him chuckle. It didn’t deter him from using the baby to talk for him.
“Bad form, big sis. It’s not nice to take my misfortune out on your boyfriend.”
Emma’s breath hitched at the term. They’d yet to have had the ‘what are we?’ talk. They’d only been seeing each other for a month or so.
Thankfully, Snow chose that moment to make her presence known, clearly catching the shenanigans in action.
“Just what exactly are you doing with my son?” she questioned good naturedly.
“Just teaching him to talk, your majesty.”
“Hmmm” she gave him an ‘i’m not buying it’ look and relieved him of his duties, picking the baby up to greet him.
Little Neal’s head kept turning to take in the strange man that had been manhandling his face.
“You’ve clearly made an impression.” Snow chuckled before carting the baby off to change his diaper.
Emma moved in closer now he was free, nestling herself into his side and sliding her arm around his waist.
“This is new.” he murmured.
“You being openly snuggly in front of your parents.”
“Yeah well… I found out my boyfriend’s a bit of a dork and it’s kind of endearing.”
His grin widened at her use of the word boyfriend, sealing their mutual confirmation that they were indeed an item.
“That he is, love.” he agreed, placing a kiss to her forehead and pulling her in close.
A Few Headcanons to Ease The Ache I Feel From Not Getting A Glimpse of the CS Baby:
(and, to disclaim, I liked the storyline, the way they exited. I just wish we had gotten some parent!CS! goodness! But I guess that’s what fanfiction is for, right?)
~ when they get back to their house after that portal jump, the first thing Emma gets is a long, long lecture about how she shouldn’t have come, how he told her to rest, because by gods she’s carrying their CHILD and she needs to be safe at all times. (The second thing she gets is a foot massage.)
~ Killian already talks to the baby, even though Emma tells him the baby can’t hear him yet. He snuggles his face up to Emma’s tummy and whispers. His beard tickles Emma’s belly button.
~ At their first ultrasound, Killian cries. Like, a lot.
~ They decorate the nursery together. Killian insists on building the crib all by himself. Emma hushes her father’s insistence to help his son-in-law.
~ Killian insists the baby is a girl from the beginning. So when they find out that it is, Emma is surprised at how nervous he gets. Later, when she asks him about it, he says, “I just can’t believe there will be a lass in this world that I love as much as you.” Emma smiles, and brushes his hair back, and kisses him. And then she says gently, “Well, you best get ready, pirate. Cause my bet is you’ll love this lass even more than you love me.”
~ Killian always, always has his hand on Emma’s belly. Like, always. So imagine his reaction when he feels a kick for the first time. Just imagine.
~ When Emma is 8-months pregnant, she accidentally knocks a lamp over in the nursery and it shatters. This results in her having a full-fledged breakdown that unearths her insecurities about raising an infant. Killian rushes to her side, pulls her into his arms, carries her to bed, and spends the evening comforting her and assuring her that she’ll be the best mother in the world.
~ When the baby is born, the delivery goes smoothly. After the tiny little thing gets placed on Emma’s chest, she doesn’t want to let her go. She’s scared to hand her to a nurse or a doctor, even to clean and weigh her. Killian speaks softly in her ear, soothes her worries, and promises her that he won’t let the baby go. That calms Emma down, and she hands her husband their brand new teeny daughter. He falls instantly, instantly in love.
I wrote an unbeta’d baby bit on the plane today based on my own theories and speculation for CS post 7x02. Even though they found their HEA, I can’t help but add a little angst to Killian Jones’ life. Sorry?
It’s a question that comes up often now that word of Emma’s pregnancy is public knowledge. Like most expectant parents, he parrots back the answer, “I could hardly care what our babe is, as long as he or she is healthy, I’ll love them regardless” hoping that his voice doesn’t betray his true feelings regarding the matter of his child’s biological sex.
Killian Jones isn’t lying when he says that he will love his child regardless of how he or she is born. Boy or girl, the knowledge of their mere existence is miracle enough to bring him to his knees. But, he’s a superstitious man and the fates have conspired against his family and loved ones one too many times to make him quake in his boots over one thing – a daughter.
Once upon a time, he hadn’t been afraid. In fact, if pressed, Killian might have admitted he wished for a daughter. He can picture her perfectly – Emma’s hair, his eyes – a perfect combination of both. A girl would mean one of each for Emma, a son and a daughter, and gods does his wife deserve to have everything life would have to offer.
But then Killian met him, and everything changed.
He can recall with distinct clarity the moment he felt as if he were looking into the mirror several years in the future, encountering his older self from Emma’s wish, alive and real and broken. And then all had come to light – the other man, the other him, had a daughter, but also lost one.
It’s a tale that’s haunted him for the past few months. He doesn’t share his anxieties with Emma, unwilling to add extra stress to her pregnancy. They had tried for so long and had their hearts shattered over the years in an effort to have a child, that Killian is unwilling to add any unnecessary pressure if he can avoid. After all, he doesn’t know if his fears could ever come to light. He only theorizes, but gods, he prays to whichever god will listen that he’s wrong.
He can’t help but wonder that if he and Emma have a daughter, that the fates might conspire to steal her away – lock her in a tower, place her in a wardrobe and whisk her realms away. He knows not everything is the same between he and his other self, but enough is to make him question just what his and Emma’s future hold. The other Killian Jones has his face, his hook, and his name. If they share the same past, could they also share the same future?
Logically, he knows there are differences. In this world, he has Emma. If the child growing inside Emma proves to be a girl, he knows the science enough to know that she wouldn’t be the same as the one sired by his other self. But Killian also knows that though the DNA, as he’s learned, is different, some things are always the same. Snow White bites a poisoned apple. Sleeping Beauty falls under a sleeping curse. Cinderella loses her glass slipper. Could he be fated to have a daughter and lose her, no matter the realm?
It’s something he can’t bear to find out. Killian isn’t sure how he would survive failing both Emma and their child. After everything Emma suffered with Henry, he will not let her miss more years with her second child. And he, himself, refuses to allow his child to grow up like he and Emma had – alone, scared, and without a set of loving parents.
He would die to keep his family safe, already has done it before. He prays the opportunity never arises, and perhaps, perhaps a son might prevent that. But fate’s a strange mistress, and it’s with Emma gripping his hook, he learns just who his child might be.
“Congratulations! It looks like you’re having a girl.”
I meant to spend the last couple days taking a few more passes through Chapter 9 of The Long Way Home before it comes out this Wednesday (and I still will, I promise), but after Friday’s episode and Captain Swan’s happy ending, I just had to get this out of my brain and on to paper (so to speak) first. Be warned: parenthood feels ahead.
This is dedicated to my dear @kmomof4, one of the nicest and most supportive readers and friends a fic writer could ask for. Happiest of happy birthdays to you, my friend. Thank you for all your love and kindness.
Summary: Killian’s first thoughts on fatherhood inspire a name for his little girl. Headcanon and fluffy, fluffy drabble. (Captain Swan one-shot, post 7x02. Canon Compliant. Fluff. Rated G.)
She comes into the world squalling – squashy and red-faced, with eyes pressed firmly shut beneath a pair of puffy lids, a misshapen head Dr. Whale insists will get better, and flailing, trembling limbs that end in ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. And, aside from her mother, she’s the most beautiful thing Killian Jones has ever seen.
The day she’s born is a strange patchwork of time, everything flying by in a blur while individual moments almost seem to stand still. Like the moment he first lays eyes on her at the foot of the bed in Whale’s hands. Like the moment Emma first gets a glimpse of her and glances at him with a look of tearful awe and elated disbelief at what they’ve created. Like the moment the nurse finishes all the necessary measuring and poking and prodding and finally hands him his daughter in a small and wriggly bundle. David has been known to say that life is made up of moments. Later, whenever Killian looks back on this day, it always strikes him that he may never have truly understood what that meant – what that felt like – until now.
Summary: Emma and Killian experience important moments in her pregnancy together. (Includes some missing scenes from 7x02.)
Note: Well, I am mourning CS and I wasn’t all that happy with their last episode. I was especially disappointed that we never got to see any important moments in her pregnancy and didn’t get to see them with their baby. I was hoping we’d at least get a few little snippets. So that’s what fanfics are for and that’s why I wrote this one. I hope you enjoy it! ~Steph
…This is Us: Part 1/1…
Emma smiled as she finished lighting the last candle on the dining room table. She glanced at her watch. Killian would be home any minute now. She wanted everything to be perfect when she told him he was going to be a father.
They had been trying to conceive for a long time. Emma was starting to worry that they wouldn’t be able to conceive naturally and would have to explore alternatives. There had been a couple of false alarms. Emma was late, but when she took the pregnancy tests they were negative. Her doctor attributed her late periods to stress.
There was a part of Emma that feared she might never be able to have a child with Killian. She worried that maybe she was being punished for giving Henry up all of those years ago. But Killian, always understanding, had soothed her fears, assuring her that when the time was right, they would conceive a child of their own. She wanted nothing more than to raise a child with her husband, her true love, right from the start of its life.
About a week ago, she realized that her period was a couple of days late again. She wanted to tell Killian, but he had been so disappointed after the last two false alarms. This time, she wanted to be sure before she got his hopes up. So she took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. Two more confirmed it. Still, Emma wanted to be absolutely sure, so she had confirmed it with her doctor this afternoon. The joy she felt at knowing she was carrying Killian’s child was indescribable. She wanted to run and tell him, but she resisted. They had waited this long and she wanted it to be special when he found out he was going to be a father.
Emma heard the front door open and then slam closed.
“Emma, I’m home,” Killian called.
Emma smiled at the sound of her husband’s voice. Even after years of marriage, his voice still made her heart race.
“In the dining room,” she replied.
Killian appeared a moment later, a smile on his lips at the romantic dinner before him and his wife in the dress she’d worn on their first date.
“What’s all this?” he asked, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Did I forget a holiday of this realm?”
Emma shook her head and took his hand. She led him to his seat.
“I wanted tonight to be special,” she said, as he sat down.
Killian cocked an eyebrow and looked up at his wife. “And why is that?”
Emma moved to the hutch on the wall behind him and picked up a bottle of rum. She came to stand in front of him and placed the bottle on his plate.
“This should answer all of your questions.”
Killian looked down at the bottle of rum. A label had been printed and affixed to it that read:
DRINK THIS FOR ME.
I’LL JOIN YOU IN ABOUT 9 MONTHS.
BABY SWAN-JONES ARRIVES IN FEBRUARY.
Killian stared at the bottle, his mouth dropping open in shock. Emma scanned his face, trying to gauge his reaction.
His gaze finally lifted to hers. “Are you…You’re…We’re having a baby?”
Emma felt tears fill her eyes as she nodded her head. “Yes, Killian, you’re going to be a father.”
“And you’re sure?” he asked.
Emma nodded. “Three pregnancy tests and my doctor confirmed it.”
A huge smile swept across his lips as realization finally dawned on him. “I’m going to be a father. We’re going to have a baby!”
Emma laughed, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto his lap. She looped her arms around his neck, as Killian’s lips met hers. They pulled back a moment later, their foreheads still touching.
“I can hardly believe this is finally happening,” he breathed.
“It was the right time, just like you said,” she replied with a smile.
Killian placed his hand on his wife’s belly. Emma covered his hand with hers. “Turns out, you were right. I do have a little pirate in me.”
Killian laughed and then kissed his wife again. “Or princess,” he whispered.
This is kind of a mess but it’s been sitting in my drafts for over a week while I try to kick my writing habits back in gear, so here you go. CS pregnancy/daddy Killian tooth-rotting fluff, because we all know that’s the best kind.
Word count: 1,060 | spoilers for 7x02
He wakes to an empty bed and the sight of Emma standing in front of the mirror beside their closet, her shirt- his shirt- pulled up above her midsection as she examines her reflection.
“What exactly are you doin’ there, love?” he asks, voice thick with sleep as he rubs his eyes to get a better look at his wife.
“Trying to figure out if it’s starting to look like there’s actually a baby, or if I just ate too many cookies at Mom and Dad’s last night.” Although people they hadn’t yet shared their news with likely wouldn’t notice, there was indeed a subtle curve to her thin frame that wasn’t there a few weeks ago.
She rubs her stomach with one hand and smiles at herself in the mirror. It makes Killian smile, too. When they had first began discussing the idea of trying for a baby, Emma confessed she was worried about how she might handle pregnancy a second time considering her circumstances when Henry was born. He’d tried to comfort her and reminded her that things were different now, and she would never be alone again as long as he had any say in the matter. While her fears still crept up from time to time, his efforts obviously paid off in one way or another- she had been beaming with excitement the day she came to find him at the station, clutching the plastic stick in her hand that would change their lives forever.
“I dunno, Swan. I think the little one is beginning to make their presence known.”
Emma hums in agreement as she readjusts her shirt and comes back to bed. He opens his arms to her when she lays down and she scoots over to curl up against his bare chest. “How are we this morning? Are you feeling alright?” He was surprised to see her up and acting like herself after the awful bout of morning sickness (which, he’d learned, was not at all reserved to mornings) she’d dealt with for the majority of her first trimester so far.
“I’m okay. I’m still nauseous but I haven’t actually been sick, and it feels like I have a bit of energy back for once.” The exhaustion had almost been harder for her to deal with than the morning sickness; there had been more than one instance when he’d found her asleep at her work desk before lunchtime.
“I’m glad to hear it. The books say most of the sickness and fatigue changes after the first trimester; for your sake, I hope they’re accurate.”
Since her first doctor’s appointment, Killian had made an effort to comb through every pregnancy book and website he could find. Of course, he knew some of the basic facts, but learning more about pregnancy and seeing it play out firsthand through his wife was a different story he never knew he’d be a part of. He was trying to learn as much as possible to make things go smoothly for her sake as she was already doing more than necessary.
“Me, too. And at this rate, your kid could be kicking the daylights out of me in no time.”
He can’t help but chuckle at the mental image. “Perhaps the wee lass wants us to be prepared for what’s to come.”
Emma rolls her eyes and swats at his chest with the back of her hand. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: already as stubborn as their mom. And do I need to remind you yet again that we won’t know for at least another month if it’s even a girl?”
“Pirates intuition, love. Don’t question it.”
“I’m not doubting your intuition. I just don’t want to think you’ll be disappointed if we have a boy.”
Killian can sense by the hesitation in her voice this has been something she’s thought about since he’d absentmindedly been referring to the baby as “she” or “her.” “Emma, my wife is carrying my child. As long as you and the babe, whether it be a he or she, continue to be in good health, there’s nothing I could possibly be disappointed by.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head and rubs her small bump, hoping she believes him.
“I believe you,” she tells him, as if she knew what he was thinking. “You know hormones get the best of me and I still tend to forget things aren’t the way they were last time, even though you try so hard to help me remember that they’re different now.” She hasn’t said as much, but he knows this must be related to telling Henry goodbye just a few weeks ago. “I want to make sure our kid doesn’t have the same kind of childhood we did, y’know?”
“Aye. They won’t, Swan. Our child already has a home and two parents that love them, not to mention the rest of the family.”
“You’re right.” She pauses for a moment and then begins to laugh. “If it is a girl, can you imagine just how over protected she’ll be between you and my dad? I kind of feel sorry for her already.”
He laughs too, and Emma yelps as he rolls her onto her back and scoots down the bed until he’s at eye level with her midsection. “Apologies, but I’ll have nothing but the best for you, princess,” he says, more so to the bump than to Emma. “And no suitors until you’re thirty; I’m sure grandpa Dave will agree with me there.” He pulls up the hem of her shirt just enough so he can press his lips to her stomach while she runs her fingers through his hair. The idea of being a father has managed to change him so much in mere weeks; he can only imagine what it will be like when he’s finally able to hold in his arms what he and Emma have created together. “I love you so bloody much.”
He feels a tug on his arm as Emma pulls him back up to her and kisses him softly. “We love you. You’re gonna be such a good dad, Killian. You already are.”
That’s a lot of faith she’s putting in him, and it’s not for the first time.
“I’m going to try my best, love. My absolute best.”
There was a thing about Killian singing “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” to a Captain Swan baby and I saw a post with @alyssinmymind requesting the fic.
What can I say, I’m a sucker for babies and Daddy!Killain feels.
It starts with this stupid toy that Mary Margaret buys for Destiny before she’s even born– a doll with a little sailor’s hat that sings “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” when you press her hand. Emma thinks it’s cute at first, but by the time their six month old figures out exactly what to do to get the doll to sing and does so every two minutes, Emma is about ready to set it on fire.
Still, when the soft plush doll is the only thing that gets that six month old baby to stop crying, she can’t help but be grateful to have it, even while she dreams of it getting lost in the depths of the sea.
One day, she’s washing Destiny’s bottles in the sink when she hears the melody of the song, only to realize it isn’t coming from the doll.
No, it’s coming from the man standing next to her who has a towel hanging off of his hook, drying the dishes as she hands them to him.
“Are you seriously humming that song?” she asks, shooting him a half glare out of the corner of her eye.
Emma didn’t have a family for the longest time. She didn’t have anyone to wipe her tears when she cried, or soothe her when she was sick, or hold her when she had a nightmare. Sometimes, in those dark nights, she’d wake up in the early hours of the morning, crying. Her arms would be prickled with goosebumps after nightmares of purple smoke and a sobbing woman with raven hair.
She’d wrap her arms around her and pretend it was her parents who held her. She always managed to get back off to sleep when she imagined that.
As the years went by, she realised that no-one was coming for her. They, her parents, weren’t coming for her. She had to grow up fast and learn to think realistically. And the truth was: no-one would abandon their baby at the side of the road if they loved them, or if they had any intention of coming back.
There wasn’t any magic in the world, except from the magic she made herself. So that’s what she intended to do.
Of course, it wasn’t her parents’ fault they were cursed. She knew that now. She had a loving family and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.
But sometimes she still couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if Mary Margaret had travelled through the portal with her. Or better yet, they never went through at all. The wish world might have given her a glimpse, but it was all fabricated.