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David knocked tentatively on the door of Emma’s (and now, Killian’s) house, not wanting a repeat occurrence of the last week’s debacle, involving an appalling amount of whipped cream and rather inappropriate activities for a kitchen counter. (Seriously, David was never going to be able to eat in that kitchen again.) When no one answered, he unlocked the door using his key, reluctantly peering into the house for his daughter and son-in-law. Upon seeing nothing (and hearing nothing, thank God. David was still not over the events that transpired during their last family movie night) he started up the stairs to put away the file he had borrowed from Emma, and that’s when he saw it.
His daughter was seated criss-cross applesauce (probably not the most mature way to describe her sitting position, but hey, he had a three-year-old) on the carpeted floor of her bedroom and looked for all the world like she was experiencing her own personal happily ever after. Her head was leaned back against the strong supports of her pirate husband’s legs against the bed he was perched on as he gently combed through her long hair. With her eyes closed, David thought at first that Emma was asleep, but every so often Killian’s slow brushes through her hair would pause, and she would tilt her head upwards to collect a sweet kiss as Killian murmured something soft into the top of her head.
David’s heart felt too large for his chest as he watched the couple, feeling slightly like an intruder but unwilling to tear his eyes away from this display of his baby girl’s perfect happiness. As Killian continued to sweep his hook and a hairbrush through his wife’s hair, David noticed he had begun to sing. Softly, and without much more volume than that of a light hum, Killian was singing his and Emma’s wedding song.
David swept furiously at his eyes, which betrayed his outburst of emotion at the scene before him. Sue him, he was a romantic at heart, and dang it if his daughter hadn’t found the truest of loves, one that rivaled even his own true love, although he would never admit it.
While David had been valiantly attempting not to cry, Killian had swept Emma into his arms and the pair were slowly swaying back and forth, Killian still humming the familiar tune of their ‘happy beginning’. Emma’s head was buried in the nook of his shoulder, and his hand stroked her hair sweetly as they continued to dance. At this point, David had decided to give the two of them some privacy, feeling a bit awkward at the thought of unintentionally spying on his daughter’s intimate moments with her husband, chaste and heartwarming as they may be. As he turned to creep away, however, he heard Emma whisper to Killian in a conversation that made David’s poor dad heart practically leap out of his chest.
“Killian?”
“Yes, my love?”
“You and me? This, this crazy, fairytale, dream come true thing we got here?” She paused, tilting her head to drink in the look of absolute love and adoration on her husband’s face. “It’s everything.”
“I love you so much, Emma. More than...well, more than anything.”
“Careful, babe, might offend my dad there.”
“Eh, I’ll take my chances with your father. You, Swan, are my world.” He bent forward to capture her lips in a kiss, but Emma pulled away moments later to add another tidbit, one that basically destroyed David’s entire soul.
“I think you’re forgetting someone, though, pirate.”
“Of course, darling. Just making sure our little love knows just how much I love his or her mother.”
David’s not sure exactly what happened after that, and if anyone accused him of squealing, he’d deny it, but there may have been some high-pitched noises coming from his general direction. But that, of course, remains a rumor.
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