He's An Arrangement

That is the question.

I rubbed my hand over Evelyn's head, watching her through the glass barrier, "Your Uncle Liam got you a little outfit before he left," she looked up at me, as if she was talking back to me, "When you can, you get to wear it. It'll look beautiful on you, little one."

Evelyn reached up her small hands, and I reached down to meet her's. She was able to wrap her hand around my thumb, "You're two weeks old today. Isn't that crazy?"

"She's been doing great," a nurse said from behind, "It's looking like she'll be able to go home right in time for the holidays."

I beamed with happiness, "That's amazing," it's the end of November, Christmas is only a month away. She'll be home before I know it.

House hunting is way more fun than people make it out to be. After selling the apartment in Ireland and putting the cash Milah left for me in her will, I've got enough for a small home. Maybe a townhouse, if I feel like being cheap. I've never had so much money security before. Of course, I wish Evelyn's mother was alive, but I'll be enough for her. And she's got David, Mary Margaret, Liam, Emma...

Emma. Just the thought of her makes me smile. Her perfect blonde hair and piercing green eyes. The way she giggles when I kiss behind her ear. Gods, I love her.

I stood back up, "Do you know when I'll be able to hold Evelyn?" I asked, pulling my mind away from Emma.

She asked the question to a doctor in the corner, "I'd say within the next few days," the doctor smiled at me before turning back to their paperwork.

Loft

Emma opened the door, a bright smile plastered across her face, "Hey there, hot stuff."

"Someone's happy," I shut the door behind me, pecking Emma's lips and holding her back. She kissed me back. Blonde hair tickled at my hand and I laughed into her mouth, pulling away from her kiss.

She laced her fingers into mine, dragging me to the couch. I happily followed her, staying close and nipping at her exposed shoulder.

Emma hopped onto my lap as soon as we sat down, "We have the whole afternoon to ourselves," she grinned, pushing herself down on me.

I grunted, "Emma."

She tilted her head, "Hmm?" Emma purred, digging her nails into my shoulders and tugging at my shirt.

"Nothing, love, nothing," I was barely able to push out, feeling my pants begin to tighten at my crotch. I pulled Emma closer, connecting our lips again.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pushing herself against my chest, "Loft?" I asked

She shrugged, "Why not just do it here... we are alone," I nipped at her ear, and there she went giggling. Emma fell back onto the couch with a heavy sigh, dragging me along with her by my shirt collar.

"Wait... really?" I asked, kissing her cheek.

She nodded as I kissed at her collarbone, "Why not?"

"Why not?" I said back, confidence spiraling in my voice, even surprising myself.

Emma pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the coffee table, causing Mary Margaret's magazines to scatter to the floor, "Looks like someone's excited," Emma laughed, looking past my face and to my pants.

"What you do to me," I breathed out before continuing to kiss every piece of skin she had exposed. I moved on, lifting her shirt above her head to expose her braless breast, "Mmm..." I hummed, kissing above her bellybutton and continuing up, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her stomach. I pressed my lips to her breasts