“You think I’d be an expert at this by now,” David grumbled, a screw between his lips and an illegible set of instructions in his hands. “These damn things are so complicated!”
Snow tossed him an amused glance. “I’m pretty sure putting together one and a half cribs does not make you an expert, sweetheart.”
Just then, the door to the loft swung open and a flustered Emma stumbled inside, followed by an anxious looking Killian.
“Love,” the pirate began, “You should rest-”
“I’m fine,” she snapped. Killian had spent all afternoon trying to get her to relax. She did not have time to relax. She had a sheriff station to run an a million other things to do.
As the door closed, a chubby-cheeked Neal toddled up to his big sister, holding out his arms, asking to be picked up. “Em-em,” he mumbled.
“Neal,” Snow warned, sweeping in to scoop up her son, “Your sister can’t pick you up right now.”
“Mom, really it’s-”
And then she noticed her father sat on the living room floor with a pile of unfinished flatpack.
“Is that-” she continued.
“A crib?” Killian finished, his voice unexpectedly soft, coming up around his wife, placing gentle hands over her shoulders.
“It was meant to be a surprise,” David frowned as he stood.
“Surprise,” Snow grinned, giggling when her son tried to copy her, the sounds coming out in a babyish jumble.
Without warning, tears sprang to Emma’s eyes. Her hands slid onto her growing bump as she took in the scene before her.
(She would blame the hormones when asked later, but the truth was she was just really freaking happy.)
This was really happening.
“Hey,” Killian soothed, pulling her into his arms, “What’s wrong?”
She sighed, letting herself melt into the soft warmth of his leather jacket. He had this way of holding her that made everything feel better. Like he was actually holding her together with his arms.
It took a few seconds to compose herself, by which time her parents had joined Killian by her side, David taking his son from Snow.
“I just,” she sniffed, pulling away from her husband’s embrace, “I just never thought I would have this.”
Snow cupped her daughter’s face, wiping away a lingering tear with her thumb. “Neither did we. And we are so grateful. We want to experience all of this with you.”
Pulling her daughter close, the two men slipped away to the unfinished crib, mother and daughter enjoying a moment that only a few years before would have seemed impossible.
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