Captain Swan - Tangled Up In Blue

What's in a Name?

Notes: Sorry this ended up being so long and also it's a ton of dialogue, but very much needed. And I don't know all of the laws in Maine so please don't shoot me if something's not accurate.  Also, I find it difficult to avoid cliffhangers with this particular story because I have to switch between Emma's and Killian's POV from chapter to chapter, so please don't shoot me for the ending either. However you can throw virtual objects at me if you'd like, I'll just be off hiding, away from my computer 🙈🙈🙈

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"The little lad was hungry, love."

Emma managed a small laugh, watching her son suckle on her nipple to get his breakfast. "Yes, he was." Although being sent to the OR had put an interruption in a timely breastfeeding after her birth, he had caught on very quickly and didn't need much encouragement to latch onto her.

When she had awoken, feeling woozy from the anesthesia, she had panicked when her son wasn't in her arms, because that was the last thing she remembered before passing out. And then of course, there was the chance of Neal showing up and taking him. The possibility loomed over her like a dark cloud threatening to rain on her happiness. Needless to say she was overwhelmed in a blanket of relief when Killian picked her baby up and brought him to her. Emma's heart was fluttering as she saw her son in Killian's arms for the first time and suddenly all of her energy came in bursts as she reached out for her son, all of her worries melting, feeling the warmth of her baby in her arms.

Mesmerized by the small miracle of life that quietly fed from her, she thought about all of the months she spent worrying and dreading the idea that perhaps she wouldn't be capable of being the best mother she could be to her child. But that was all now behind her now. Maybe it was her natural motherly instincts or maybe it was her protective nature or the eruption of emotions she felt from holding the baby that lived in her womb for nine months, but she felt comfortable knowing that her son would be properly taken care of. In fact she looked forward to spending every moment attending to his every need and every cry, even though it meant months without sleep. She didn't have one doubt that she would be the mother she always wanted as a child.

Smiling and stroking his cheek as he continued eating his breakfast, every now and then making tiny suckling noises, Emma was looking forward to bringing him home, but then it occurred to her that because she was two weeks early, she was not as prepared as she should of been. She peered up at Killian who was standing next to her watching, just as entranced as she was. And he should be used to this as an OB, but her son wasn't just another baby to him, Killian would be apart of his life.

Worry lines were creasing her forehead as she spoke softly, so as not to disturb her newborn while he was feeding. "His crib... we have to get his crib from the loft."

"Don't worry about that love, it's taken care of," Killian assured as he leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"It is?"

"Aye, the crib will be there when we get home, you'll see. And David brought Mary Margaret to get your your car and the baby seat so you don't have to worry about that either. The only thing you have to think about is the wee lad."

Emma's features relaxed, sighing in relief as she gave him a small smile.

"Thank you."

"Of course sweetness." He flashed her a warm grin that made her heart melt as he caressed her arm.

When her baby was done feeding, Emma covered her breast with the blanket he was laying on and kissed his head and snuggled him against her chest as she felt him breathing softly against her skin.