I meant to spend the last couple days taking a few more passes through Chapter 9 of The Long Way Home before it comes out this Wednesday (and I still will, I promise), but after Friday’s episode and Captain Swan’s happy ending, I just had to get this out of my brain and on to paper (so to speak) first. Be warned: parenthood feels ahead.
This is dedicated to my dear @kmomof4, one of the nicest and most supportive readers and friends a fic writer could ask for. Happiest of happy birthdays to you, my friend. Thank you for all your love and kindness.
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Summary: Killian’s first thoughts on fatherhood inspire a name for his little girl. Headcanon and fluffy, fluffy drabble. (Captain Swan. Canon Compliant. Fluff. Rated G.)
She comes into the world squalling – squashy and red-faced, with eyes pressed firmly shut beneath a pair of puffy lids, a misshapen head Dr. Whale insists will get better, and flailing, trembling limbs that end in ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. And, aside from her mother, she’s the most beautiful thing Killian Jones has ever seen.
The day she’s born is a strange patchwork of time, everything flying by in a blur while individual moments almost seem to stand still. Like the moment he first lays eyes on her at the foot of the bed in Whale’s hands. Like the moment Emma first gets a glimpse of her and glances at him with a look of tearful awe and elated disbelief at what they’ve created. Like the moment the nurse finishes all the necessary measuring and poking and prodding and finally hands him his daughter in a small and wriggly bundle. David has been known to say that life is made up of moments. Later, whenever Killian looks back on this day, it always strikes him that he may never have truly understood what that meant – what that felt like – until now.
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