themmaswan:

sure she sits with him for a while after he’s put henry to bed following a late stakeout and sure she invites him over to make dinner more often than she doesn’t but that’s their usual. it isn’t because she likes him, likes him. 
(no one tell henry he agreed to this silly masquerade because he likes, likes her, okay?)

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for the wonderful @shady-swan-jones! it is i, your once upon a time secret santa. thank you so much, again, for all of your patience while my muse got itself together. a very special thanks to @thereqinamills and @swankkat for all their idea help and read-through help, too!

without further ado, please enjoy!

“Are you sure you’re okay to watch him?”

Killian nods as he stands by her front door, watching as she slips on her boots then reaches for her jacket.

“As I’ve told you countless times, Swan, what good is it for you to pay a babysitter when I’m next door?”

Emma shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just…weird. You drop everything you’re doing just to look after Henry whenever I get a call and you won’t even let me pay you.”

Killian smiles as he grabs the beanie from the table and slips it on her head. “I can assure you, I had no other plans tonight but to watch the game, something I can easily do with your television.”

She grumbles something under her breath, something that sounds like an, if you say so, before she grabs her keys from the bowl and slips them into her pocket.

“Just make sure he’s in bed by ten and no sweets after dinner,” she tells him, zipping up her jacket.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

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