She had gotten her hopes up. It was just - they had been trying for so long, at least it felt like it was a long time. And each month brought nothing but disappointment, and there hadn't even been a time yet when she even thought she might be pregnant, but then last week she was late and she thought maybe… She had gotten her hopes up. That they were finally going to have their chance, but no, the damn test had come back negative, and Emma… Emma had been heartbroken, crushed, and Killian had pulled her close to him, whispered in her ear that he loved her, that it didn't matter. He told her to keep hoping, but she didn't want to, not if hoping meant feeling like that every month.
When it happened again, a few months later, and she was late again, Emma didn't get her hopes up. She told herself that it didn't mean anything, that it could easily be the anxiety of Henry starting high school, or the stress of the latest crisis in Storybrooke, or really anything else. She bought a few tests, but she wasn't feeling at all optimistic as she waited for the results. It was almost better that way. When she saw the answer all three tests gave her, Emma's heart soared, leapt, somersaulted. She threw herself into Killian's bewildered arms, and when she whispered in his ears that she loved him, that she loved them, she watched as his blue eyes widened and he spun her around and yes, maybe she shouldn't have given up hope, but that moment was worth it all, every second. She would let Killian and her parents be the ones to teach their kid about the importance of hope, and Emma would be the one to teach them how wonderful surprises could be.