@fleurreads asked me for a fluffy CS bit that includes babies, so here we go!
Baby wails cut through the darkened room, startling Emma out of a sound sleep. “Oh, squirt,” she muttered into the pillow.
Before she had the chance to push herself up, a gentle hand slid onto her shoulder. “Let me go, love,” Killian whispered into her ear. “You sleep.”
“I can’t let you do that. He’s my brother; I should be getting up with him.”
In the end, they both ended up climbing out of bed to tend to little Neal. Her parents had gone on a little one-night camping trip (it couldn’t exactly be called a vacation since they were just camping out in the Storybrooke woods) and Emma had volunteered to watch Neal for them. She just hadn’t taken into consideration the fact that Neal was teething.
He’d been fussy all evening but Emma had hoped they’d get a little respite once he was in bed for the night. No dice. He’d woken her and Killian up seemingly every hour on the hour. It was four in the morning and they were both working on maybe forty-five minutes of broken sleep.
To put it bluntly, they were exhausted.
What followed next might as well have been a choreographed dance. Emma lifted a screaming Neal out of his crib and carried him down the stairs. Killian had gone down ahead of her and met her at the foot of the staircase with a frozen washcloth in his hand. Emma took it from him, slipped the end of the washcloth into Neal’s mouth, and waited.
The cold began working its magic almost instantly. Neal stopped crying and gnawed on the cloth instead, letting it soothe his aching gums.After heaving a relieved sigh, Emma carried her calming baby brother to the living room and plopped down on the couch.
Killian followed suit, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Emma snuggled into him and rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes almost immediately falling closed. “Remind me never to offer to babysit when the squirt is teething again,” she said through a yawn.
“Aye, love,” he chuckled. “Though I do have to admit, we make quite the team as caretakers as well.”
“Mm.” Her voice was soft. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
When Snow and Charming returned home at seven that morning, they discovered the most adorable sight. Killian and Emma were sound asleep cuddled up together on the couch, Killian’s arm wrapped around her almost protectively and her head on his shoulder. Nestled in Emma’s arms was a sleeping baby Neal. On the coffee table in front of them lay all manner of thawing washcloths and teethers, every one a testament to their restless night.
“The poor kids,” Snow whispered, swallowing a chuckle.
Charming, on the other hand, simply stared at them, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes were wide and after a moment, they started to glisten. Snow frowned at him and when she looked back at the couch, it was like she was surveying the scene with new eyes.
For it didn’t take much to imagine what her baby girl and her pirate would look like as new parents run ragged by their own teething child.
“They look like a little family,” Charming whispered in wonder.
“They certainly do,” Snow agreed. “They certainly do.”