Opposites Attract (CS AU)

Little Prince

The picture above is of Baby Henry from the show! Did you guys know that Colin's son, Evan, played him? Isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen?!

Anyways, enjoy the new chapter!

Killian's POV

"Phillip, Jonathan, or Archer?" I continued to name off names to Emma from the list I'd come up with.

"No, no, and no," Emma quickly shook her head as she gently bounced our little lad in her lap. "Those are worse than the last 3."

I smiled at the sight in front of me. He was only less than a day old, but already my son was a total momma's boy. Anytime Emma would try to put him down he'd begin to whine and throw a fit.

"Alright then," I sighed, we'd been at this for almost an hour and still couldn't agree on anything. "How about Theodore?"

"Does our son look like a talking chipmunk?" She teased with a brow cocked.

"I thought you liked the name Theo?"

"I do," she defended. "But he doesn't look like a Theo."

"How about Harry?" Now I was just randomly blurting out names. I really hoped she didn't like this one, because I hated it. 

"No, and for the record, I don't like Charles and William either," she shook her head with a smirk.

"I'm Irish, not British, love," I chuckled. "So I wasn't even going to head in that direction."

"Good, because I don't like any of those," she sighed in relief. "What about Mason, Connor or Daniel?" She suggested as our little lad let out a loud burp. We both laughed.

He began to fuss and his little hands reached out towards me. Emma and I smiled at one another as she handed our son over. Even though he was a momma's boy, he liked when I held him, too. He hadn't been set down once since he was born, except for when the nurses weighed him.

Whenever we tried to, he'd throw quite the impressive temper tantrum. And boy, did he have a set of lungs for such a tiny little thing. He mostly wanted Emma to hold him, but on the rare occasions, he would get whiny and want his daddy.

And on those occasions, I'd never smiled so much.
He already had both of us completely wrapped around his finger.

"No, too generic," I sighed as I swayed our son back in forth in my arms. He let out another burp so I placed him over my shoulder and began to cup his back lightly. I'd never tell Emma, but I'd actually read a few of those baby books in between meetings at work and when she would fall asleep night. They'd been very informative and helpful, or else I would've passed the little lad off to her and not known what the hell to do.

"And Jonathan and Harry aren't?" She snorted. "You name your dog Harry, not your son. But I agree, I want something different, something you don't hear everyday."

I looked down at my son in his tiny wool knitted cap and baby blue onesie. It had to be an absolutely perfect name, it had to fit him completely. I gazed down at his big brown eyes, the same shade as my father's.

And that made me think of my grandfather, not my father's father, he'd been an asshole. But my mother's father. Grandpa Henry had been a good man, kind and loving. Loyal, honorable, and hardworking.

He'd spent his whole life breaking his back by working 5 jobs so that my mother could have a better life. And she had, but then all the wealth went to her head. Grandpa Henry was all the things I wanted my son to be.