Can you do a Killian's first "Fathers Day" with Henry wanting to surprise him and gets Emma to help?

“So.”

Emma gives a slight jump at the sound of her son’s voice. They’ve been sitting in companionable silence in the living room for the past twenty minutes. Henry with his phone, and Emma with her book.

“Father’s Day is Sunday and I think we should do something for Killian.”

She looks at him dumbfounded before her face settles into affectionate pride.

“Don’t look at me like that, mom. I’m not talking anything big here.”

“I think it’s a great idea. What did you want to do?” Emma asks, resisting her compulsion to go up and hug him. It’s one thing for him to accept Killian as his mom’s husband and part of the family, but it is another thing entirely for him to consider him a father figure.

Henry gives a light shrug. “I’m not really sure. Neither of us have really done the whole ‘Father’s Day’ thing and I don’t exactly have a budget here, being a teenager and all.”

“You knew what you were doing when you spent that pawn shop paycheck on a new XBox,” Emma teased, trying not to think too heavily on the fact that honestly none out of the three of them had much Father’s Day experience, making a mental note to do something for David as well.

“Back to the point here: what should I do? What should I get him? He likes rum and boats, that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”

Emma huffs out a laugh at that. “Well the last I checked, they don’t let 14 year-olds buy liquor, and I’m sure a boat is well outside your budget range. Honestly kid? I think the best thing you could give him is the knowledge that you see him as a father figure. Maybe just pick out a card or something.”

Henry considers this for a moment, nodding along with his mom’s advice. “Wait,” his face lights up, “I have an even better idea.”

Killian wakes with the sun. He always has, but now he has the pleasure of waking up next to his wife.

He admires the flecks of sunlight shining on her hair, refraining from digging under it to find her forehead to kiss (she’s a stomach sleeper), knowing it would wake her at a far earlier hour than she would appreciate. As he rolls over to get up, he notices a bottle on his nightstand.

It is one of the bottles of the rum Emma likes to buy him because it has a pirate captain on the label. The bottle is empty, however–empty of alcohol at least. There is a rolled up parchment inside, and he immediately goes to inspect it.

Killian,

You probably don’t know this since you’re from another realm and all, but in this realm, today is Father’s Day. It’s a cheesy Hallmark holiday, but I never really had the chance to celebrate it before.

It’s probably safe to say that I have about as much experience having a father as you have being one, and even though you aren’t technically my father, you are my dad. If you ask me, that’s much more important.

Happy Dad’s Day.

Henry

It takes him a moment to process all that he’s just read, and he’s not sure that he emotionally can at this hour. He places the note back on his bedside table, slides on his flannel pajama pants, and heads down to the kitchen in search of the Pop Tarts.