Based on my own prompt #28: Killian is a single father. He and his 2 year old child are lounging by a public pool when his child accidentally falls in the water. Emma is the lifeguard that saves the kid's life. Amazing cover by Thisisartyanna (on Tu...
Emma woke up Sunday morning to a loud banging on her door.
Today was her and Killian's official first date. They'd been texting back and forth all week but Killian had texted her the day before, cancelling Liam's swimming lesson, only giving a succinct reason of 'we can't make it today, love'. So this would be the first time she'd actually see him since the day he'd asked her out, and she was damn well excited.
Taking a moment to reign in her excitement, she screamed into her pillow, before getting up to quiet the incessant thump thump thump on her door.
What irked her most of all was that, upon opening the damn door, she was greeted with the sight of nothingness. Not a human soul in sight. That is, until she looked down to find a pint-sized human staring up at her with doe eyes.
"Umm... can I help you?"
"Are you Emma Swan?"
"Yeah, who are you?"
"My name's Henry. I'm your son."
For a moment Emma's face went slack, her mouth hung open, her body unmoving, and color drained from her face... until she remembered she didn't have a son.
"Kid, I don't know who your parents are, but I am not one of them."
The kid- Henry was it? – stared her down for a good minute, making her tense in anticipation before suddenly breaking into huge grin that morphed into a bark of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Emma asked, still clinging to the irrational fear that this kid could be her son.
That seemed to only make him laugh harder. He clenched his stomach and bent down, really milking the hilarity of the situation.
"Kid..." Emma warned.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not your son, I just couldn't help myself," Henry managed to explain between fits of laughter.
He stood up and wiped the tears off his eyes before he reached off to the side and pulled out a green wrapped canvas and an envelope.
"I'm just the messenger. You should blame Killian; he's the one who stressed the importance of this delivery. I just had to mess with him." With that, he handed her the canvas and envelope then practically skipped around the corner, leaving Emma stuck, flapping her mouth open and shut in shock.
It took her forty-five minutes before she could really appreciate the humor in the kid's antics, and another fifteen after that to stop hysterically laughing and unwrap the stupid delivery.
It was a painting of one of their lessons. All three of them were in the pool together, Emma in her classic red one-piece, smiling as she held onto Liam's hand. Liam looked just as amused from his spot in his little red race car float, while Killian stood off to the back, watching them with a mixture of pride and admiration. It was a simple painting, but it spoke volumes; This is what Killian saw when he looked at them. This is what Killian saw when he looked at her.
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