Title: I Was Made For You
Summary: Emma and Killian’s daughter Ella (short for Eleanor) is acting more mischievous than usual, and though they play it off as the imaginative acts of a typical 4 year old, she just may be up to something they never could have anticipated.
The clanging of metal against metal filled the air like thunder amidst the soft rustling of armor shifting with each carefully executed maneuver. A slash here and a jab there. Finally, victory came in the form of a spin move followed by one final thrust to the chest. The victor smiled and reached up to remove his helmet…to accept the treasures that he had won…and-
"Henry!" a voice called as Henry’s eyes shot open in panic and he jumped to his feet, brandishing an imaginary sword from his dream. He quickly scanned his room and realized that the voice had come from downstairs and that he was not, in fact, preparing for battle.
"What?" he yelled back, annoyed that he’d been forced from his dream before he found out the winner of the duel. He walked out of his room and looked down at his mother from the upstairs balcony as she was fastening her sheriff’s badge to her belt.
"Killian and I are both working at the station today, so I was hoping you could watch your sister." At that exact second, the bedroom door next to Henry’s creaked open and a mess of tangled blonde curls appeared, no face to be found within it. A pair of tiny hands tugged at each strand until Ella finally emerged, her blue eyes bright and the widest of grins stretching across her face. Henry couldn’t help but smile at his baby sister’s excitement before turning his gaze back downstairs.
"Not a problem." Emma responded with a smile and a "Thanks, kid" as his parents disappeared out the door, early enough to make their coffee run to Granny’s before work.
"Looks like it’s just the two of us, Ella," he said, turning back to his sister, whose smile had widened in the last few seconds, if that was even possible. "How about some breakfast?" he asked. She quickly bobbed her head up and down before he lifted her into the air, eliciting a high-pitched giggle that rang out in the open space of the apartment, and carried her down the stairs.
After an expertly cooked breakfast of pancakes in the shape of a hook, per Ella’s request, and a quick bath to tame his sister’s unruly locks, Henry was sitting on the couch flipping through the channels and had just spotted a Disney marathon he thought would be perfect to provide the day’s entertainment when Ella grabbed his hand and began tugging with all her might.
"Look, Ella, Tangled is on! You love Rapunzel!" he said, distracting the little princess for approximately five seconds as she glanced at the screen to watch Rapunzel smack Flynn Rider in the face with a frying pan only to immediately focus her attention back on attempting to pull Henry off of the couch.
"Come…on!" she urged, her socks sliding along the wood floor, though she never lost her balance.
"Where do you want me to go?" he finally asked.
"Upstairs!" she responded, re-tightening her grip and pulling once more. Confused but curious, he obliged by standing and following her while she sprinted as fast as her little legs could carry her up the stairs and into her bedroom.
When he finally caught up with her, she was sitting in the floor in front of a full-length mirror, bouncing up and down with sheer excitement. She patted the space next to her, and he took a seat, with absolutely no idea what she seemed to be so thrilled about. After a few seconds of silence, Ella glanced up at him before turning to completely face the mirror, a gesture that he repeated. She waved her hand in front of it, and Henry’s jaw dropped.