There are some things in every woman's life that she just knows. Things like if it's going to be a good hair day, if certain pants make your butt look big, or when the only thing that will hit the spot is a piece of chocolate.

There are also certain things about a woman's body that you know when they are off and when you need to start asking yourself questions and no longer blame the fact that they are off because of the magical disarray that is your life. Questions like how long have things been off? Or how careful have you and your pirate husband been about protection. And most importantly asking yourself when you are going to get the courage up to just take a test and get the answers to said questions? All of this and more were running through her mind as Emma showered, dressed, kissed her boys goodbye and drove away from their home by the sea.

When Emma opened the door to Granny's the smell of frying bacon and percolating coffee hit her in the face, causing her throat to tighten and her stomach to roll. "Breathe deeply, in through the mouth, slowly out through the nose," she murmured softly as she made her way to the back booth where her mother waited for her. "Get something into your stomach fast," she continued just as she reached her mom and baby brother and slid across the seat.

"Emma, I'm so happy you could meet me this morning."

"Sure, mom, I'm starving where's the waitress?"

Snow frowned at the anxious tone in Emma's voice, "Here she comes now. Go ahead and order honey."

Emma looked up into the expectant face of Candy or Mandy, one of the Hubbard twins, she wasn't sure which as she could never could tell them apart.

"Good morning ladies, what can I get you?"

Instead of ordering her usual, Emma looked down at the menu, "I'm starving. I'll have a three- egg omelet with ham, cheese, peppers and mushrooms, a glass of orange juice, a short stack of pancakes with butter rich maple syrup and a bowl of strawberries with whipped cream." She finished her order, shut her menu and looked up into the face of her mother who was sitting there with her mouth hanging open.

"Emma," she hesitated, "did you just order for the table?"

Frowning at why her mom would ask such a ridiculous question, Emma shook her head, "No, I'm just hungry. Handing the menu to the waitress, she encouraged, "please ask Granny to put a rush on it," she looked at the clock over the door, "I'm in kind of a hurry." She hoped they would think the hurry was work related and not that her stomach threatened to turn itself inside out if she didn't get something into it quickly.

As she sat there waiting for her food to come, she watched her mom feeding Neal pieces of a banana and spread O's cereal in front of him for his chubby little fingers to reach toward. Her stomach continued to roll and, feeling the acid climbing up her throat, she was happy when a cold glass of water was set in front of her. She picked it up quickly and took a sip, swallowing slowly. As it trickled into her stomach the nauseous feeling settled a bit.

"Emma, are you feeling ok? You look a little peaked."

"I'm fine, Mom. Just a tired."

"Oh?" Snow asked. "You didn't sleep well last night? Killian keep you up late?" she winked.

Emma felt her face redden, "Mom! No! In fact, I fell asleep before 9 and slept through the night. I probably just got too much sleep."

Her mom looked carefully at her and Emma had to close her hands into fists, digging her short, blunt nails into her palms to keep from squirming in her seat. "Maybe you should stop in to see Dr. Whale. You know, just to make sure."

"I will, Mom," she said, mainly to placate her just as several plates loaded with food were set in front of her and only a small plate with scrambled eggs and fruit was placed in front of her mom. Shrugging her shoulders sheepishly, she picked up her fork and dug in. The omelet was fluffy, the pancakes sweet and the berries succulent and before she knew it, she had eaten everything, wiped her mouth and put down her napkin. "That was wonderful." Thankful that her stomach, for the time being anyway, seemed to have calmed down a little. "Mom, I need to run. I'll call you soon."

She slid out of the booth and picked up the check. "I'll get this."

Snow laid her hand on top of Emma's, stopping her from running, "Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"

"Nothing, Mom. I'll see you later." After paying the check she stepped outside and took a few deep breaths of the cool, clean air allowing it to settle her senses and ready her nerves for whatever lay ahead.

The walk from Granny's to the station cleared her head but didn't do much for her stomach. As with most foods and most days, what she had eaten tasted delicious going down, but keeping it down was the trick. She just wanted to get to her office, sit at her desk and discreetly nibble on crackers until the feeling subsided.

Thankful she didn't see anyone she needed to stop and talk to, she opened the station door, bypassed the coffee pot and sank into her chair gratefully. She popped a lemon drop into her mouth and laid her head on her arms waiting for the tiny candy to work its magic.

"Emma?" She heard her dad call as he arrived for the day.

Lifting her head she grabbed a folder and sorted through some papers wanting to look busy, when she saw him stop to pour a cup of coffee and notice that none had been made.

"I thought first arrived made coffee," he smiled at her.

"Sorry, Dad, I forgot," she mumbled.

A concerned look crossed his face, "Honey, you feeling ok?"

That irrational feeling that seemed to be appearing more often lately hit her, and as if it had a mind of its own, she slammed her hand down on the desk, "I said I was sorry. Do you have to make such a big deal out of everything?" and by this time was practically screaming at him. The rational part of her could see that he was just as confused as she was, but the irrational part paid no attention, "And why does everyone keep asking me if I feel alright. I'm fine. Don't I look fine?" Her emotional outburst caused her breakfast to bubble up, and flying past him, she barely made it to the ladies room before losing everything she'd eaten that morning.

Holding a cool cloth to her head, she waited for her stomach to settle. Once it finally did, she was glad she had an extra toothbrush in there, and once her teeth were brushed felt a semblance of normalcy return. Realizing she owed her father an apology, she stopped and made coffee hoping that the smell didn't send her running all over again.

Returning to her desk she noticed he was getting off the phone and assumed that he had tattled on her. Question was whom did he tattle to, her mother or Killian?

The rest of the morning passed without any more incidences, and as long as she nibbled on saltines and sucked on lemon drops, she felt fine. When lunch came, she excused herself and picked up a cup of soup and sat by the lake in the park drinking it. It soothed her stomach just as much as watching the ducks on the lake soothed her worries.

Revisiting the question road she had started down earlier that morning, she asked herself what she was waiting on. Killian loved her, she loved him, but while they had talked about adding to their family, it was always something they might want in the future. Did he want that? Did she? More and more she was coming to realize that the decision just might have been taken out of their hands. Tossing the containers away, she went back to the office and hoped she could stay awake until quitting time.

Parking the bug in front of the house, Emma leaned her head on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. She popped another lemon drop, hoping it provided a bit of energy to counteract the lethargy that seemed to invade her body in the afternoon, and began what felt like a long walk into the house.

Killian met her as she opened the door, "Swan, you're just in time to choose what we have for dinner. I thought chicken, the lad suggested tacos. So, what shall it be?"

The thought of greasy tacos or chicken turned her stomach and brushing by Killian she barely made it to the powder room before losing the apple she had eaten on the way home.

A knock on the door, and her worried husband asking, "Swan?" pushed her to splash water on her face before opening the door.

Tamping down the irritation she felt at everyone asking her the same question, she walked into his arms not giving him a chance to say anything else. Burying her face against his shoulder, she relaxed for the first time all day and felt herself drifting until he squeezed just a little too tight, causing pain from her tender breasts and eliciting a hiss.

Killian leaned back, "Emma, your father called earlier today and said you weren't yourself. Don't you think it's time you shared your burden?"

Tired of being pushed, Emma felt tears spill and unable to hold them back or to give her husband what he wanted, she tore herself from his arms and ran up the stars as if the very hounds of hell were after her before barricading herself in the bathroom and sliding into a tub full of bubbles.

As the water cooled and the bubbles disappeared, she climbed out of the water and slipped into one of Killian's voluminous shirts before exiting the bathroom and entering the bedroom. New tears threatened to spill when she saw that Killian had left her a sandwich and a cup of soup sitting on her nightstand. She finished the meal and curled up on her side of the bed, letting her mind drift knowing she really should apologize for her behavior but not having the energy.

She fell into a light sleep and when she felt Killian climb into bed behind her and pull her back against his warm body she vowed that tomorrow she would face those questions she had been running from for several weeks.

The next morning, Killian didn't say anything but the concern on his face and the love in his eyes gave her the courage to seek confirmation for a question she had been too frightened to look at too closely. Thankful that the magic barring people from leaving town had been removed, she drove to the closest store outside of Storybrooke, bought several tests and drove back with no one the wiser, at least that's what she thought.

Since the test had to be taken first thing in the morning, she stopped by home, hid them where she didn't think Killian or Henry would find them and went into the station to make nice with her father. It turned out he wasn't there when she arrived but she wasn't alone, which caused her already tender stomach to do extra flips as none other than Grumpy, the town crier waited for her.

"Leroy, can I help you?"

He looked her up and down as if he was trying to uncover her darkest secrets. Emma felt bile rise in her throat and maneuvered her way into her office and tossed a lemon drop in her mouth. Sucking on the candy, she concentrated on keeping her breakfast down while she waited for Grumpy to say his piece.

"Well sister," he began, "I want to know what you were doing over the town line today. You looked pretty worried when you came back home. Everything okay?"

Emma huffed in exasperation, "Why is it that everyone keeps asking me if I am ok?" Feeling hysteria creep into her voice, she paused trying to keep her voice steady. "Yes, I'm fine. The town is fine. You have nothing to worry about. Now can you just go?"

If you say so sister, but just what is it you needed that caused you to leave Storybrooke?" He hesitated before continuing in a secretive voice, "After all everything you need is right here. You have that pirate of yours and your parents and Henry. What else is there?"

"What else indeed?" she snapped, "If you must know, I went across the town line to get some lady things," she finished with a devilish tone in her voice.

Grumpy's head dropped, his ears and face turned red, "Oh," he mumbled before running out of the station.

Emma shook her head and dropped down into her chair, relaxing for the first time. "A few more hours," she repeated to herself as she watched the clock count down the hours of the day. Once her father arrived, she made nice and apologized for her behavior the previous day while keeping her fingers crossed that she wouldn't have to make any mad dashes to the lady's room. That activity was becoming old.

Her stomach generally cooperating all day, Emma left the station early hoping to arrive home before Killian and cook him a nice meal to make up for the way she had behaved the night before. Surprisingly, when she walked in the house it was to discover Killian pacing back and forth waiting for her.

"Hello, love," he kissed her gently, "Do you feel up to accompanying me to Granny's for our evening meal?"

Emma's body was tired and she had really been looking forward to putting on one of his old shirts, sans the binding bra, cook, eat dinner and then relax in his arms watching something on Netflix. However, looking up into his face and seeing the anticipation of wanting to do something for her, she took a deep breath and kissed him lightly before responding, "That sounds great. Let me change."

"Do you need some help?" He wagged his eyebrows playfully.

Not ready to deal with explaining the tenderness of certain body parts, she kissed him on the cheek, "Raincheck, babe, I'm starving." and ran up the stairs.

Changing out of her work clothes, she put on an old pair of leggings and an oversize sweater and they left.

Walking into Granny's she was surprised it was busier than usual but they were able to get a booth in the back, and even more surprised when Killian slid in next to her instead of across from her as usual. "Oh, this is new," she leaned her head against his shoulder.

Killian looked down at her and rubbed his fingers along her jawline, "I've missed you."

Knowing his comment had several meanings, Emma smiled up at him, "I've missed you too," but was interrupted from saying anything else by the arrival of the waitress who set her usual grilled cheese and onion rings in front of her and a burger and fries in front of Killian. "Wait a minute, I don't remember ordering."

"Since you always order the same thing, I called ahead and ordered so it would be ready. I hope that's alright."

Looking at the greasy sandwich and onion rings normally made her mouth water with anticipation, today though it caused The nausea to start churning again.

"Eat up, love." Killian dipped one of her onion rings in ketchup and ran it along her bottom lip until she had no choice but to open up and take a bite. Dropping her food back on her plate he started working on his own meal and she had no choice but to nibble on the corner of her sandwich and hope that it agreed with her. After a few bites, she decided that maybe it would be fine and ate as she normally would. She had just swallowed the last bite of sandwich when she got that feeling and knew she might not make it to the bathroom in time if she didn't go now. "Killian, let me out," she pushed against him, hysteria in her voice.

He slid out of the booth and held his hand out to her. "Alright love?"

Emma let him pull her out, and immediately turned toward the ladies room, "Fine. I'll be right back," she called over her shoulder as she took off, praying there was no one in it. Luck was on her side as she rushed in, locked the door and barely made it to the toilet in time before everything came back up. "Ugh, I'm so tired of this," she murmured silently. Rinsing her mouth out she left the room and almost ran into Granny who was standing not far from the door and giving her the side eyed look like she knew what was going on.

"Granny," she nodded to her as she went back into the diner to find Killian.

He was waiting for her next to their booth, "Come Swan, let's get you to bed." With his hand on her back, he led her out of Granny's and back home, and stood quietly by as she changed and climbed into bed. "Sleep now. I'll just shut off the lights and be right up."

As the light dimmed, Emma drifted to sleep with feelings of both hope and fear, thinking about the question that, come morning, she would finally have her answer for.

Emma came awake slowly the next morning with fear and hope both residing in her brain, but determined to not put off the answers she needed - no, they needed, any longer. Gently lifting Killian's arm from around her, she slid out of bed and locked herself in the bathroom, carefully followed the instructions and waited.

Standing there waiting for three minutes was one of the hardest things she had ever done in her life. By nature, she was not a person who waited easily, but one who jumped in with both feet. And while she wanted a child with Killian more than anything, the thought of actually being pregnant was terrifying. Was she ready? Were they? Was it the right time?

Looking back down she watched the black squares move across the screen and then stop. There it was. Her answer. Pregnant! Her breath caught in her throat, her heart rate increased and her head spun causing her to grab the countertop to keep from falling. Pregnant. Now what?

She moved across the room, slowly opened the door and came face to face with Killian, who was nonchalantly leaning against the wall, waiting for her. Emma backed into the bathroom and pointed down at the stick still on the counter, "We're pregnant," she breathed out quietly.

He stood there silently, a tender expression on his face but saying nothing. Waiting for her to what? Finally, she couldn't stand the silence any longer, "How can you be so calm?"

"I knew. I was just waiting for you to share." He moved closer to her and pulled her into his arms. "How do you feel?"

"Scared, excited, freaked, elated, panicked, happy, shall I go on?"

"Why scared, love?"

"Killian, what do I know about babies? What's more, what do you know about babies?"

"I've never seen you fail, why would you start now? And what we don't know, we'll learn together. Our child is very blessed to have you as its mother."

His last comment started the tears and Emma found herself weeping uncontrollably in his arms. She felt him pick her up, carry her to their bedroom and sit on the bed with her in his lap. As she settled there in his arms, a peace came upon her making her wonder why she had waited so long. Killian had always been there for her and would always be there. Together, they could do anything.

As her emotions moved from shock to hope and happiness, she relaxed against him and nuzzled her face into the bend between his neck and shoulder, "When did you know?"

She felt him smile against her head, "Would you believe me if I said I knew right away?"

Emma leaned back in his arms and rolled her eyes, "Seriously? You're going to go with that?"

Killian cupped her jaw, wiping the tears away with his thumb, "You don't think that the father can know these things?"

Emma opened and closed her mouth several times, "I'm not even sure when it happened, how can you know?"

Tucking her tightly back against his chest he said quietly, "Remember when you were not feeling well a few months ago and took that pastille that Dr. Whale gave you?" Emma hummed in agreement. "Do you remember what he said to us when he handed me the bottle?"

Emma frowned trying to remember the specific words, "Something about being careful, right?"

"Aye love, he said we would have to use extra precautions during relations and I can remember a few times when we..."

Emma put her hand over his mouth before he could elaborate, "I remember those times, they were hot," she giggled. "I'm sorry I waited so long to take the test. Forgive me for being scared?"

"There's nothing to forgive. Are you truly happy?"

Emma smiled at her husband, "Are you?"

Killian kissed her putting all of his love and passion into the kiss stretching them out on the bed. "Having a family with you is something I thought of but never dared to hope would come true. Now, shall I show you properly how happy I am?"

Emma looked into the blue eyes of her husband and saw love and desire mixed together. She didn't think the panic attacks were completely a thing of the past, nor did she think the nausea was gone for good but in this moment and time, she had never been happier than she was right then. "Please."

As his lips met hers all worries faded and time stood still in their little corner of the world.

I hope you enjoyed reading Emma's POV. Stay tuned for Killian's POV, same time frame which will be posted tomorrow. Please drop me a line and tell me your thoughts.