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Mal has never held a baby before.
Fits right in his hand, she does. With curly, dark hair and big, innocent eyes, she doesn't look much like Wash, but Zoë insists that she does. Something about Emma's smile - though that could be a joke, same as naming the babe after her daddy.
"You're gonna run this whole ship one day, aren't you?" he asks in a serious tone.
"Gonna be the best damn pilot you've ever seen, Sir," Zoë answers proudly.
"Big shoes to fill," Mal tells the tiny baby.
And that's when he smells it.
Ah, there's that smile.