Killian stares at the contraption in front of him as he taps his lips with his fingers. It looks like more like a torture device than a chair. Emma sits on it at an angle with her legs spread and her feet propped up on the metal arms at the end. She’s wearing a cloth gown and her lap is covered by a paper sheet.
Not for the first time that morning, he wishes that he didn’t allow her to leave the book Belle gave him back in their room. He plans to have it read by the end of the week so he’s fully aware of all things they might face.
If only the memories Regina gave him when he left had some knowledge of what was to come.
“Killian, will you please come stand up by my head? I don’t need Whale coming in here and freaking out because Captain Hook keeps standing over him while he’s trying to do his job.”
He lets out a huff and stands next to her. “Tell me again why it must be done this way.”
When she explained to him that she will be getting the procedure done vaginally, he just about fell to the floor. The only person allowed near that area was him, and he sure doesn’t want to see another man there even if he is a doctor.
“Because it’s too early in the pregnancy do it the regular way. This is just to tell us when I’m due.”
“And it won’t… hurt the babe?”
She gives him a small smile and pulls his hand to her lips for a soft kiss.
“No,” she places his hand over her stomach and he feels himself start to calm down. “It’s perfectly safe. We’re not even going to be able to tell the sex of the baby yet, it’s too early. Like I said, this is just to give us a definite on how far along I am and when I’m due.”
His hand tightens over her stomach. “Do we want to know the sex?”
She blinks twice before tilting her head. “Um, well, I guess we can discuss it…”
“Did you learn it while pregnant with Henry?”
Her teeth chew at her bottom lip and she shakes her head. “No. I already knew I was going to give him up for adoption so I thought it would be better if I didn’t know.”
He leans down and kisses her when he sees tears form in her eyes. He didn’t think about how this might be affecting her, the last time she was pregnant, she had no intentions of her keeping her child, now it’s the complete opposite.
“Would you like for us to know?”
His thumb rubs against her stomach and she shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t know… maybe? It might make things easier. But right now I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you’re here and not heading for the ocean, so let’s just take it one step at a time.”
He kisses her again before he rests his forehead against hers. He no longer blames her for her doubts, from the short passage he read in that book, it told him that emotions run high for women that are with child and all of her past memories of being pregnant are coming back along with her past fears of being alone.
“I told you, Swan. I’m not going anywhere. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.”
She lets out a watery chuckle and shakes her head. He smiles when she reaches up to cup his face, her thumb rubbing over the scar on his cheek.
“I love you.”
His lips form into a ridiculous grin again and instead of answering her with words, he gives her another kiss. He wants nothing more than to take her right there, perhaps the chair might work to his advantage, but Whale walks in and interrupts them before he even has a chance to suggest it to her.
“Emma, Hook, good to see you.”
Pink forms on her cheeks when he pulls away and she gives the doctor a smile. He stays quiet as the two talk, but when Whale’s hands disappear under the sheet covering her legs he goes stiff. She pats his hand in reassurance, but his jaw still clenches, and when she flinches, he growls and raises his hook slightly toward the doctor.
“It’s fine,” she whispers. “Just… strange, stow your twitching hook.”
He rolls his eyes at her but gives a smirk when he sees Whale look back at it from time to time. The doctor taps on the keyboard in front of him with his right hand and clears his throat.
“Ah, here we go.”
His eyes move to the screen, it looks like a blurry mess to him and he’s not sure exactly what it’s supposed to be.
“There,” Whale points.
Killian leans forward. “What?”
“You see the circle right there?”
He squints, the entire screen is filled with blurs and circles it’s hard to tell which he is referring to. Emma sits up and puts her hand over his.
“Sweetie, look,” she points to a tiny round bean in the middle of the large black circle. “Do you see this little bean right here?”
She looks back at him with a smile. “That’s our baby.”
His eyes snap back to the screen, the little bean moves and he feels his heart flutter in his chest. He can’t take his eyes off of it and unconsciously leans forward to try and get a better look. He’s broken out of his thoughts when Emma giggles. He looks at her to find that he’s practically laying across her stomach in order to get closer. He moves back and mumbles an apology before his eyes move back to the screen. She reaches up to pat his cheek and his lips twitch.
“From your measurements, Emma, it looks like you’re about nine weeks along, actually.”
“Wow,” she gasps. “Really?”
Whale nods as he works on the computer some more, while Killian continues to stare. It amazes him that the little object on the screen is his child, he feels a sense of longing run through him and his hand tightens on her stomach.
“By this I’m going to say your due date is November 2nd.”
When he’s finally able to form words, he whispers, “We’re having a baby.”
Emma giggles and kisses his cheek while his eyes stay on their little bean.
“Now, it’s still early. But we might get a bit of luck. Shall we see if we can hear the heartbeat?”
Whale moves his hand around the keyboard some more before he hits a final button. The room suddenly fills with a sound he’s never heard before making his jaw drop, because it sounds so beautiful and makes his entire body sing.
Killian blinks and turns to Emma. She has tears in her eyes and he can’t help but smile, her face lights up and he moves forward to press his lips to hers. She giggles again and reaches up to cup his face. When he pulls back, he isn’t aware that he’s crying until she wipes his cheek with her fingers. A watery chuckle escapes his throat and he leans his forehead against her own. He can’t remember ever feeling so happy in his entire life, and it’s all because of her.
His happy ending.
They walk up the stairs to her parent’s loft to find Regina about to knock on the door.
“Hey,” Emma calls out to her.
Regina turns around and gives them a tight lipped smile. “Emma, Hook. How did things go at the doctors?”
With a big smile, Killian hands her the sonogram photo, he’s been staring at it ever since they left the hospital. Regina takes the print out and a small smile forms on her face.
“I’m due November 2nd, which makes me about nine weeks.”
The Mayor looks up at them and hands the print out back to Killian, who puts it in his back pocket. “Congratulations. Have you… have you told Henry yet?”
Emma lets out a sigh. “I thought it might be better if we wait until he gets his memories back.”
Regina brushes her hair away from her shoulder. “Yes, I’ve thought about that. I think it’s time we start working on your magic, Emma.”
She starts to squirm as she murmurs, “I don’t know…”
“Though it pains me,” Killian starts which makes Regina to roll her eyes. “I agree with Regina. It’s the first reasonable plan I’ve heard since this all began.”
She turns to him in surprise. “Really?”
“Magic is a part of you, Swan. Don’t forget…” His hand reaches up to hover over her chest. “I was there when Cora tried to steal your heart, and when Zelena tried what she did at Granny’s. I saw the power inside of you. It’s about time you embraced it. It’s what makes you the Savior.”
“He’s right,” Regina cuts in. “But if we do this, we do this my way. This isn’t drinking stale coffee at a stakeout or… whatever you did as a bail bondsperson. This is a way of life. You have to fully commit to it.”
She looks over at Killian who arches his eyebrow at her before she turns back to Regina.
“Not a problem.”
“Good,” Regina says with a nod. “We’ll start tomorrow.”
They walk into the loft to see David and Henry laughing together while Snow rocks her little brother in her arms.
“Hey, kid. What did you do all day?”
“Had the best day ever!” Henry calls out. “David let me drive his truck!”
Her mouth drops open while Killian chuckles next to her. She throws him a look and he coughs to try and cover his laugh before he reaches up to hide his smile with his hand.
“You let him what?!” Regina gasps and Henry looks over at her in confusion. “As Mayor, I can’t let an unlicensed, underage driver on the streets of Storybrooke.”
Emma is the one that has to cover her mouth that time and turns to hide her face in Killian’s shoulder.
“As Mayor, you might want to throw a little money at road repair,” David winces.
Henry lips go together in a tight smile while Killian’s shoulders start to shake and Emma lets out a little groan.
“Excuse me?” Regina hisses.
Snow shakes her head and walks to her room to put Leo down in his playpen.
“Nothing,” David says quickly and walks into the kitchen.
“This is a terrible mistake!”
Emma lifts her head and takes a deep breath.
“She’s right.” Killian is still chuckling and she smacks him in the arm. “Someone could have been seriously hurt.”
“Only if you’re a mailbox,” Snow whispers toward them before she sits down at the kitchen island.
“It was so much fun!” Henry calls out as David hands him a can of soda.
“What can I say? I’ve got a reckless, carefree… fun side.” David says with a smile.
Killian snorts and Emma smacks him in the arm again. Her parents had their feelings hurt a couple days ago when Henry preferred to spend time with Killian over them so she knows exactly why her father did what he did.
“And how was… our friend?” Snow asks. “Everything go okay?”
David and Henry clink their soda cans together and Emma rolls her eyes.
“Um,” she looks at Killian before she turns back to the group. “Yeah.”
Snow smiles and her eyes go big with happiness. “Well, maybe our luck’s about to change. Dinner at Granny’s?”
“Can I drive?” Henry asks.
“No!” Both Emma and Regina cry out.
Killian and David both chuckle before they start to pack up to leave.
Later that night, Emma walks out of the shower to find Killian lounging on their bed reading the book Belle gave him. His legs are crossed over each other and he uses his hook to turn the pages. She rubs the towel over her head before hanging on the back of the door.
“Love, it says here that it’s not good to consume caffeine.”
She sighs and climbs into the bed next to him, her entire body aches and all she wants to do is fall asleep for days.
“I can have some caffeine. But, yeah, not a lot.”
She can feel his eyes on her but she yawns before she can make a comment.
“Not your typical amount. Perhaps you can switch to herbal tea? Also, it says here you should move around some more, Storybrooke isn’t that large, we can walk to the places we want to go.”
Her head hits the pillow and she has to hold back her groan of frustration. “All I want to do right now is sleep. I’ll make sure I move more tomorrow.”
“Were you ill at all today? Keeping yourself hydrated is important.”
She snuggles into her pillow and yawns again. “No. But I’ll be sure to let you know if I am.”
“Are you breasts sore, because it says—”
“Killian!” She snaps, cutting him off. “You do know I’ve been pregnant before, that boy that’s in the other room? I carried him around for nine months.”
When he doesn’t respond, she opens her eyes to see him staring at the book with a blank stare and a sudden wave of guilt rushes over her. Yes, she’s been through this before, but it’s his first time and he’s only trying to help. Moving closer to him, she sneaks up under his right arm, and lies her head on his bare chest.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “I know you’re trying to help, I’m just tired. We didn’t do much today, but I feel completely exhausted.”
He kisses the top of her head and lays the book down in his lap.
“S’alright, love. It’s normal… from what it says here.”
She burrows herself into his chest. “I’ve had some heartburn, too…”
He picks the book up and flips a page before he speaks, “Would you like me to run out and get you something?”
Another yawn escapes her and she shakes her head. “No. We can pick something up tomorrow. I just really really want to sleep.”
He pulls her closer to him and she hums with a small smile.
She mumbles to him not to stay up too late but she’s asleep before she can hear his response. She wakes up three times that night to go to the bathroom, and each time, he awakes with her. Despite her previous irritation at his constant questioning, she has to admit, it’s nice to have someone who cares for her this time around.
The next day, they are just about to head upstairs to her parent’s loft with Henry when her anxiety kicks in. She’s supposed to go practice her magic with Regina because the Wicked Witch wants their unborn child. A child she’s not even sure she will know how to raise, because she didn’t even raise her first child. She doesn’t know the first thing about being a parent, or even what it means to have parent’s. Sure, she has hers now, but when she was little, the concept of parent’s was foreign to her.
“Swan, what’s wrong?”
Her breathing starts to pick up and her heart is pounding in her chest. Tears form in her eyes as her body starts to tremble.
“Mom? Are you okay?”
“Lad, go upstairs to David and Mary Margaret.”
“What’s going on?”
“We’ll be up in a minute.”
“But what’s wrong with—”
“Henry!” Killian barks. “Please, just go upstairs.”
There’s silence before she hears the front door open and close. Killian turns her to him and takes a step closer.
“Killian, how am I going to do this?”
Her eyes snap up to his and she finds his face filled with confusion. “Do what, love?”
“Have this baby? I’ve never raised a child before. Those memories I have of keeping Henry? They are Regina’s, not mine! And Zelena is trying to get… how am I supposed to protect the baby? I can’t…” she starts to shake her head. “This is too big.”
Her chest starts to heave up and down and she can feel the panic rising up rapidly, there is no way she’s going to be able to protect her child from the Wicked Witch.
His hand cups her face and he rubs his thumb across her cheek. “You’re going to work on your magic today with Regina and it will help.”
She shakes her head again. “Help with what? What if it doesn’t work? What if I can’t learn everything I need to learn?”
“You don’t know that!” she cries out. “I can’t…”
Deep gasps start escape past her lips and she can feel the start of a panic attack coming and she knows there’s only one thing she can do.
Placing his hand and prosthetic on her arms, he tells her softly, “Baby... breathe.”
She takes a step back and continues to shake her head. “No, I can’t. I have to go…”
Turning, she tries to run, but he stops her and forces her to turn to him.
“Emma, stop. Talk to me.”
Shaking her head, she reaches up to fiddle with the ring on her necklace. “No. There is nothing we can do. Talking isn’t going to do anything!”
He lets out a huff and holds her by the arms again. “This isn’t about bloody talking, Emma. This is about you putting your faith in me, in our future. The Wicked Witch won’t get anywhere near the bean, I promise you.”
A tear runs down her cheek and she breathes out, “We’re both orphans, Killian. You really think we can do this? Defeat Zelena and live some white-picket-fence-life?”
His lips brush against hers before he reaches up to put her chin in between his thumb and forefinger.
“I do. I’ll never stop fighting for our family, all you have to do is trust me.”
She feels another tear trickle down her face before she leans her forehead against his. Her body starts to calm down and the panic subsides. It helps, having him near, having him so close, to talk her down… it’s one of the many things she loves about him.
Letting out a stuttering breath, she falls into his arms.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles against his shoulder. “We were walking and it all just hit me.”.
“S’fine, love.” Pulling back, he rubs his hand up and down her back. “Just try to remember you’re not alone in this. I’m here, for whatever it is you may need.”
Before she can answer, David comes walking out.
“Hey, everything okay?”
She wipes her face as her and Killian take a step away from each other.
“Yeah,” she answers. “Just… pregnancy hormones.”
Her father gives her an understanding nod before he says, “Henry’s upstairs, he’s worried.”
Sighing, she turns back to Killian. “He’s not going to let us go much longer like this.”
“Aye,” he breathes out. “You’ll work on your magic with Regina and we’ll figure it all out. Perhaps I should go apologize. I do abhor the idea of spending an entire day with the young lad angry with me.”
Both Emma and David snort before they make their way inside.
It takes all day and lots of sundaes before Henry isn’t mad at Killian anymore. He tells her how Henry is accusing them of lying to him, keeping things from him and how he just wants to go home.
Emma sighs at that and they talk about how to possibly get his memories back.
“Perhaps working on your magic some more?” he whispers to her at night, his fingers brush against her stomach and she lets out a little hum. “How was it with Regina?”
She bites her lip and tries not to let her body go tense. If he finds out what Regina did to her earlier that day just to push her magic, he’s going to have a heart attack, but she’s promised not to lie to him anymore.
Damn him and his ability to read her.
Letting out a sigh, she rolls until she is on her back instead of snuggling into his chest.
“It was nothing. Just a little push to make my—”
“What the bloody hell did she do?”
His voice is dark and demanding, and a year ago, she would have bitched him out and ignored him. But she’s learning, it’s not that she can’t do it, she shouldn’t do it, this child is half of Killian and what happens to her concerns him as well.
She explains to him about the bridge collapsing and before she’s even finished, he’s pushing himself out of the bed, frantically pulling his jeans up over his legs.
“Where are you going?” she asks with an exhausted sigh.
“I’m going to have a nice little chat with the Queen.”
She moves to kneel up on the bed and shakes her head.
“No you’re not. She didn’t do anything wrong,” He quaffs as he throws his button down shirt over his shoulders. “She had to push me to make my powers emerge. It’s the only time they’ve ever worked.”
His face turns hard and he clenches his jaw. She swallows and tries to concentrate on what’s happening, but the way he looks has her incredibly turned on. He’s standing at the end of their bed, feet bare, jeans undone, and shirt unbuttoned to reveal his tight stomach and the dark hair on his chest. She licks her lips and stares at him while he lets out a little growl.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
Her lips twitch and she moves to the edge of the bed with a smile. “Like what?”
He rolls his eyes and fixes his collar. “Like you want to devour me.”
“Maybe I do.”
“She cannot do things that, Emma,” he growls. “What if something would have gone wrong?”
“The whole point of her teaching me is so I can learn how to control my power and it worked. Now please, come back to bed. I would very much like to devour you.”
He doesn’t move closer to her but he doesn’t continue to dress either, so she puts it in the win column.
He lets out a huff and runs his hand through his hair, making it messier and making him look even more irresistible. “You are with child now—”
“Just because I’m pregnant, doesn’t mean I can’t do things. This isn’t my first rodeo, Hook. I’ve been pregnant before, did it all by myself!”
“Aye,” he starts with a sigh. “You did, but this time you’re not by yourself, and I refuse to have the damn Evil Queen put my family in harm’s way just to get her kicks. We all know how powerful you are, Emma. You don’t need to be pushed to learn your powers.” She opens her mouth but he turns and walks out of the room. Before she can move to follow, he comes back in with the scented candle she bought at the store. “Light this candle.”
Pinching her brow together, she shakes her head, “I can’t, I’ve only just learned…”
He takes a step forward and holds the candle up. “Aye, you can. I believe in you, Emma. I know you can do this. Just try.”
Her heart skips a beat because she can feel the belief he has in her radiating off of him and it warms her to the core. He gives her a reassuring smile with a nod before she presses her lips together and stares at the candle.
She concentrates on her magic like Regina told her, it prickles her skin, and she can feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. There’s a slight gust of wind, but the candle stays unlit and she lets out a huff of frustration.
“Hey,” her eyes flicker up to him. “I love you.”
Her eyelashes flutter and a sense of calm wash over her, seconds later, the wick on the candle flickers and a flame sparks. Her eyes widen, and when she looks up at him, he has a dazzling grin on his face before he steps forward, wraps his hooked arm around her and kisses her senseless.
He giggles against her lips and she can’t help but answer back with one of her own, before he puts the candle down on the dresser and pulls her back into his arms.
“I told you.”
She breathes out a chuckle. “Well, now all we need is for you to be there and tell me you love me every time I need to use my magic.”
“I think I can manage that,” he murmurs against her lips before he steals another kiss.
“Will you come back to bed now?”
With his tongue running over his bottom teeth, he smirks. “I do seem to recall you saying something about ‘devouring’?”
She smirks and grips his opened shirt in her hands.
“Keep this on,” she whispers and his eyebrow arches.
She doesn’t give him a chance to respond before she’s pulling him to her. By the time they are finished, the candle is gone and the wick is black.