Captain Swan One-Shots

My Happy Ending, Part 2

I didn't plan on expanding "My Happy Ending", but I received a request that involved a whole bunch of different suggestions. I really liked a couple of them, and I wanted to write about them. So, that is where this one-shot, and the next came from. Enjoy!

Emma and Killian were sitting on their couch fawning over Alena. Neither one of them were sure how long they had been there - all that mattered is that they were together.

Alena then began to cry.

Killian's eyes immediately widened with worry as he asked, "Is she okay?"

"She's fine, Killian. She's probably just hungry - you can't freak out every time she cries," Emma pointed out.

"Can you blame me, love? I've relatively new to this fatherhood thing," Killian told her.

Emma grinned at him before she flicked her wrist to make a baby bottle full of milk appear.

"Can you go heat this up in the microwave?" she asked him.

"Is that the box in the kitchen with numbers?" Killian asked in confusion.

"Someone really needs to teach you about modern technology," Emma observed.

She then gently passed the baby to her boyfriend before she got up and walked to the kitchen, bottle in hand.

Once the milk was at the right temperature, she wiped her wrist on her jeans. Just as she was walking back into the living room, her phone rang.

She answered and greeted, "Hey, Mom."

"Hey, Emma. How are you, Hook, and the baby?" Snow asked with slight worry in her voice.

"We're all fine," Emma assured her mother.

Snow sighed in relief before she asked, "Are you up for a celebration at Granny's? Everyone wants to celebrate you being saved, and they're looking forward to meeting the precious little girl."

Emma smiled as she responded, "Sure. We'll be there after we feed her."

"Okay, sweetheart," Snow replied before hanging up the phone.

When Emma hung up, Killian asked, "Where will we be going, Swan?"

"To Granny's for a celebration," she answered as she sat down beside him.

"Ah, of course. It wouldn't be a victory without Granny's," Killian told her with a teasing grin.

Emma rolled her eyes in response.

He then looked down at their daughter and smiled as he told her, "Well, little love, Mommy is going to feed you now."

As he handed Alena to Emma, she observed, "Daddy is going to have to learn to help feed you, too."

Her voice was teasing, but the implication hit Killian like a ton of bricks.

"Emma, how in the bloody hell am I supposed to take care of our daughter with only one hand? I'm no expert, but I'm fairly certain that most things require two hands," Killian told her worriedly, as he gestured with his hook to their daughter, who was gulping down the milk.

He then ran his hand over his face and through his hair.

"Killian," Emma began softly, making him look up at her. She then continued, "I know that Alena was unexpected as it was, and the fact that she's here only after a day of us finding out about her is more than a little overwhelming. Most people have nine months to prepare.