Can't Help Fallin' For You ~CaptainSwan Fanfiction

Chapter 31: Take Your Pick

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Two months later...

Killian's P.O.V:

"Oh, Killian I think this is the one," Emma says with a glowing smile.

And I absolutely agree.

We've been looking at houses for us, our little one, and our puppy who we decided to name Terra. Until today we haven't had much luck, but it appears that changed today for we seem to have found the perfect house.

"And last but not least, the basement. A historic monument where slaves were held and tortured back in-"

"You know what, I think we'll look somewhere else," Emma quickly interrupts, grabbing my hand and dragging me out.

"What was that about I thought you loved it?" I ask Emma, confused.

"Did you not hear what she said?! That's a horrible place to raise a child, Killian, slaves were tortured there..." and she went on.

But honestly I have no bloody clue what she means. Slave to what?

"Right, of course," I say, nervously scratching behind my neck. "Horrible."

"Okay I'm done, that's enough creepy houses to last me a year," Emma sighs, subconsciously holding her hands over her pregnant belly as I help her into the truck.

"One more? I have a good feeling about this one," I suggest, pointing towards a beautiful grey-blue house in the newspaper.

It's almost like a castle- not in size, but in shape. It's got a white picket fence around the premise, and a wide, open backyard for our little on to play in.

"Fine. But last one, I'm hungry," Emma grumbles.

"You're always hungry," I laugh.

"Hey, you try feeding two people at once and one of them is inside of you," Emma glares.

"I was only joking, my love. We're almost there," I say with a chuckle.

When we get to the house, the first thing Emma does ask if there is any unsettling history to the house, and thank the gods, it's been newly built.

"I really like this one, nice pick," Emma whispers in my ear as we take the tour of the house.

I smile, kissing her cheek as I wrap my arm around her waist, helping her up the stairs to get a look upstairs.

"What do you think?" Emma asks me once the tour is over.

"Do you like it?" I ask back. Emma nods with a wide smile.

"I love it."

"Then we'll get it," I smile. Emma's eyes light up and she gets up to hug me tightly.

I chuckle, kissing her softly before placing my hands over her belly gently.

"Hear that, little one? This is going to be your home," I grin, laying a little kiss on Emma's stomach.

She giggles, taking my hand, and we head back over to the sales clerk.

"We'll take it," I say with a confident smile.