He's An Arrangement

Baby Shopping

Emma groaned, rolling over on top of me, "Why do you still let me drink?" She whined, but it was muffled into my chest.

I ran my hand through her hair, allowing it to tangle between my fingers, "I wasn't here while you were drinking, love. I came back to a slightly drunk... and quiet seducing Emma."

She looked up at me, a bright red blush across her face. I chuckled and moved a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"At least I can still be sexy," Emma sighed, bringing her legs up and curling closer to me. She yawned, tracing her finger down my skin.

Our situation may not be ideal, but we've got to make what we have work. Milah has had a funeral, and I can let her rest in peace. She deserved that, now I can let her go. I can move on. Neal's got charges against him for abuse and attempting murder. We have restraining orders against him, and never have to see that bastard again. 

Emma sat up on my chest and laced our fingers together, "I say, let me get some coffee, and then maybe... go baby shopping. Evelyn will want something for Christmas, right?"

"Sounds lovely to me."

Later On

"Look at this!" Emma showed me a flyer showing off a baby with her name stitched into Christmas themed pajamas, "They've got premature sizes too, they'd have one for her!" She said in excitement.

I nodded, handing the flyer back to her. I don't exactly know what I think of having Evelyn spending her first Christmas with her name stitched into her bum. I chuckled at the thought, but quickly shook my head, "Let's keep looking, love. Maybe something... less tacky?"

"That's not tacky! That's adorable!" She dropped the flyer onto a shelf, continuing to scan the premature section.

"That's American," I chuckled. She rolled her eyes and pulled at a tiny hanger and exposed a green and red onesie with reinders on them. I instantly shook my head, and she put it back. My family never celebrated Christmas all that much. We're not all that religious, and we never had the money to afford the commercial version of Christmas. My love of Christmas never seemed to burst, and I guess I still can't love it.

Emma kissed my cheek and furrowed her brow, "You don't want Evelyn to celebrate Christmas, do you?" She tilted her head.

I shrugged, "Do you really think we need to spend all that money on Christmas? I mean, it doesn't even snow here."

"So? It's still Christmas," Emma frowned, and turned back to the clothing rack, "Wait till you've got Evelyn in your arms, putting out cookies for santa on Christmas Eve," she closed her eyes in thought, the tips of her mouth curving into a smile, "Waking up with her on Christmas morning and showing her the presents you wrapped in secret."

I folded my arms, listening to her closely, "You've never celebrated Christmas, have you?"

"Nope," Emma opened her eyes, and the illusion in her mind of Christmas slipped away, "So, we should spend our first Christmas together with your daughter," she suggested with a grin.

I dropped my arms to my sides, "Fine, I'll give it a shot."

"And the grinch has a heart!" Emma proclaimed, looping her arm into mine and grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, yeah," I looked past her, scanning the clothing rack. My eyes trailed the aisle until they reached the end, where a beautiful white crib sat with a $150 price tag on it, "She doesn't even have a crib yet," I said in awe, "That's something people do before their baby is born. She doesn't even have a nursery to call her own."

"You're still house hunting," Emma said as she pulled out the first actual cute piece of clothing yet. It was a red dress with a red and green plaid bow tied around the waist, the skirt poofing out on it's own, "Alright, whether you like it or not, I'm buying this one for her and she better be wearing it on Christmas Eve," Emma dropped it into the basket she held that also had a variety of headbands with bows, pacifiers, baby bottles, clothing in insanely tiny sizes, and other baby items.

I let go of Emma, racing over to the crib, "I'm buying this," I muttered, looking inside of it. It was beautiful, and I can imagine Evelyn now in that crib. We can hang a mobile on top of it for her, and add some nice bedding to it. We can read her bedtime stories to sleep. We can cradle her in our arms until she stops crying, then lay her down ever so carefully. We. Emma and I. Me, Emma, and our daughter, Evelyn.

I was about to tell her that, when all of the sudden she spoke up, "I'm so proud of you, Killian. Being able to handle this on your own. I'm more than happy to babysit and you sure as hell will be receiving a lot of baby gifts from me."

"You're not going to be involved with her?" I asked, looking back up from the crib.

"Well, she's your daughter. I just kind of thought you'd be the one to care for her. We're just together, do you think that has to include Evelyn?"

My eyes almost bulged from my head at that sentence, "Just together? Emma, I have literally been shot because of you. The mother of my child has died because of you. I'm moving away from a country that I love because of you. Evelyn is sitting in a glass cage with tubes to help her stay alive as she fights for her tiny heart to continue beating because of you," the anger built up at once, and I could see tears begin to form in Emma's eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry I've caused you so much trouble," she dropped the basket, leaving me in the baby store alone. I watched her out the window, wiping tears from her eyes as she stood on the sidewalk. 

I ran after her, "Emma! Wait!" I yelled in a frenzy, following after her.

She shook her head, standing up, "I don't know if I can look at that kid, Killian. At your daughter..." She sucked in a breath, meeting my eyes, "our daughter, without thinking of Henry. Even though I did everything I could, Milah was still selfish enough to step in the road and endanger her kid. But still, Evelyn is the one that survived."

I stared at her, not knowing what to say. Of course, she just said she doesn't understand why my daughter gets to live, but yet I still felt love for her. I stood in front of her, placing my hands on either of her cheeks, "I love you, Emma Swan," I stroked her cheek gently, "I love you more than words can put together. I want to spend my life with you, and I want to be the one by your side, even if it means following you to hell. I'll make every bad decision that I have if it means I get to be with you," I watched her emerald eyes fill with tears as she sniffled back more. I reached into my back pocket, "I saw this at a small shop last week, and didn't know what I was doing. I just lost my wife, I have a kid now. But... none the less I bought it. Go me, right?" I chuckled, grabbing the small diamond ring and showing her, "I should probably get down on my knee now," I said to myself, wiping a tear from my eye.

"Emma Swan, will you marry me?" I forced out, disbelief piling in myself. Can I really propose to someone right now? Of course, I am legally divorced, as I did go through with that. Emma and I have been in a relationship for years, no matter what it was. Even if we have just barely been serious for a month. I love her, and that's all I care about.

"No, no, no, no... no," Emma said over and over again, grabbing the ring from my hand. I frowned, standing up and looking down at my feet, "No! I mean yes, yes, of course!" She laughed, slipping on the ring and wrapping her arms around my neck, "I'll always say yes, Killian," she clutching onto me, continuously kissing my face, always slightly missing where she's aiming, "I love you too, Killian Jones."  

Lol I rushed their engagement so much but gah it's cute, right??? I think it is. Just imagine them having an argument while shopping for baby clothes, only for Killian to rush out and propose. I love it. Love, love, love it. 

Lol #2 I love how I just said "later on" cause I had no clue what else to say. 

EEEkkkkk this was so much fun to write. My family literally got mad at me for "aggressively typing" over here in my lil' corner. haha whoops that's not gonna stop me and my Captain Swan loving.