Captain Swan One Shots

Carpool Hell

Summary: Killian has recently gotten his license so Emma tasks him with taking over carpool duty. He soon finds that villains, curses, and the Underworld are no challenge compared to six children in a minivan.

Rated: T

Note: Not sure where this came from, but I thought it would be fun to write. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...Carpool Hell: Part 1/1...

Killian joined his two children on the couch in the living room. Nine year old Liam looked up at his father, his dark hair falling across his forehead and his blue eyes mirroring his own.

"Why did Mom call this family meeting, Dad?"

Killian shrugged. "I haven't a clue, son."

Seven year old Ruthie met her father's eyes, her blonde curls falling around her shoulders. "Yeah, Mom only calls family meetings when there's a new villain or curse."

Liam's eyes lit up. "I hope we have a Villain's Day off from school tomorrow! We haven't had one in forever."

Ruthie threw her arms up in the air, her gap-toothed grin growing wide. She had Emma's smile and her father wrapped around her finger.

"Yeah!"

Killian shook his head. "Loves, I've heard nothing about a new villain or curse. Perhaps we should just wait for your mother before making any other-..."

"I'm here," Emma said, as she entered the living room and took the chair across from them.

"What's going on, love? Is everything okay?"

Emma nodded. "Everything is fine. No new villain or curse."

Killian breathed a sigh of relief, while Liam and Ruthie adopted pouts.

"Now I have to study for that stupid science test tomorrow," Liam muttered.

"Good to hear," her husband replied, looking at her. "So why did you call this family meeting then?"

Emma leaned forward as she looked at their children. "So you guys know that Daddy got his license a few months ago."

Killian beamed with pride. It was certainly not easy learning to drive, especially with a hook for a hand, but he had done it. Emma had a few gray hairs to prove it.

"Just barely," Liam mumbled under his breath so only his sister could hear.

Ruthie laughed, while Killian looked at them quizzically.

"We are all very proud of your father," Emma said. "And I was thinking that now he can help out with some of the things I always have to do."

Killian's eyes grew wide. "What did you have in mind, Swan?"

"Well, you are an incredible husband and an amazing father. We are very lucky to have you," she said.

"I'm sensing a but is looming," he said.

Emma smiled slightly. "But you don't exactly carry your weight around here."

Killian's jaw clenched. "Love, you've banned me from using all the appliances in the house. There's not much I can do."

"Do you blame me, Killian? You set the stove and dryer on fire. You flooded the kitchen with the dishwasher and the basement with the washing machine. And you somehow made the coffee pot and microwave explode. Twice."

Liam and Ruthie laughed, as Killian's face grew red in embarrassment.

He smiled sheepishly as she shrugged. "It's true I can still struggle with modern technology at times."