Based on a particularly cute little Captain Swan line: "I always knew there was a little pirate in you, Swan." from the season three finale. I can't be the only one whose mind ended up in this place...
Also, if this is well received, I'm considering making it a two-shot, with the second part being the events of the story from Hook's perspective.
Killian had always known there was a little pirate in her; he'd said as much himself back in the Enchanted Forest, when she'd helped him kidnap Marion by hitting her over the head with a branch. When he'd said that, however, this was not what he'd had in mind. Of that much, she was almost completely certain.
That meant nothing right now, though. Not when there were three pregnancy tests, each displaying two undeniable lines, sitting in the bottom of the bathroom trash can. She'd skillfully buried them under what garbage already existed there in hopes of putting off him finding out for just a few days at the very minimum. She needed the time to think; more importantly, she needed to decide how she felt about this.
On one hand, she was terrified. She hadn't exactly been around to raise Henry, and while she had the memories of it, the knowledge that they were fake made it hard to take them seriously. She wasn't ready to be a mother again, and especially not on such short notice. Besides, what would Killian say? He was a pirate, for Christ's sake, and as much as he'd changed his ways, she couldn't help but wonder if his commitment to her was as far as he was willing to go- if a family with her was asking just too much of him.
But on the other hand, the situation wasn't exactly bad. She wasn't in jail, hadn't recently been abandoned by the baby's father- in fact, Hook was all but living with her these days, so at least she knew he was serious about her at the very least. And between her parents, Henry, Regina, and the rest of the town, she had a widespread support system regardless of how Killian reacted upon hearing the news. She couldn't help but feel just a little bit reassured by that, though that was minimized by what was perhaps her biggest fear in this particular situation: the fear that she'd lose the man she loved.
For that reason she knew she needed some time to think before she told anyone the big news, which was why she found herself curled up on the couch in front of a television show she wasn't even paying attention to when Hook walked in that evening. His presence instantly filled her apartment with the smell of sea salt and wood polish, betraying immediately the fact that he'd been out sailing, most likely with Henry. The thought alone made her smile. He and her son had become quite close in Neal's absence.
"You're home early today, love." She twisted her body and peered over the back of the couch at him, noting the warm smile and unable to help but return it. He was right, though. She'd come home just a few hours ago under the guise of not feeling well in order to take the tests, and stayed home ever since.
He didn't wait for an explanation before stepping closer to kiss her, but as their lips pulled apart afterwards she found herself peering into his eyes searching for one of the many, ever-present reminders of his love for her. He'd never been one to hide his affection from her, and right now, she needed that.
She must have stared for longer than intended, though, because the next thing she knew, Killian's hand had come to rest on her arm, squeezing gently to reassure her. "Love, is everything alright?"
She shook her head, forcing a small smile as she peered back up at him. "It's fine. I'm fine."
"I thought we agreed never to lie to one another." he lifted an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a knowing smile of his own as he stepped closer to the couch. He lifted his hook to rest gently below her chin, lifting it up ever so slightly so their eyes remained locked. "What is it, Emma?"
The panic she'd been trying to forget finally hit her like a ton of bricks and despite her best efforts, she felt her eyes well up and the smile she'd been forcing fade into nothing, instantly inciting concern from him.
"Emma, love, what is it?" his own smirk had faded by this point and he let go of her to make his way around the couch to crouch in front of it instead, and at the same time she turned to face forward. Their change in position had left her higher up than him, but that was forgotten as they watched each other solemnly, Killian's hand clutching her own even as her other hand wrapped around his hook.
So much for time to think, she supposed, but she didn't think he was letting her get away with excuses or outright denial anymore; not after everything they'd already been through together. It took her a moment to decide just how to approach the topic, but finally her eyes raised to his again and she spoke.
"Have you ever thought of... of having kids one day?" It was as direct as she could bring herself to be.
It was his turn to hesitate, his brow furrowing the slightest bit as if unsure what to make of her question. "Of course I've thought about it, but..." His words trailed off, but before she could interject the realization of what she was saying seemed to hit him all at once. In an instant, what had been an expression of confusion turned to one of disbelief and he simply stared at her with wide, blue eyes. "Are you...?"
There was no use denying it. She nodded almost imperceptibly, managing only one word. "Yeah."
The next moment felt like an eternity, though in reality it only lasted a second or two. Her eyes searched his entire face for any sign of a reaction, positive or negative. As much as she hated to admit it, even blatant horror would have been better than unwavering shock. At least then she'd know where he stood.
She had just opened her mouth to speak again- what she'd have said, she didn't know, but she would've figured something out- when all at once, his expression evolved from surprise into something that could only be described as sheer happiness. His eyebrows shot up, his lips curved into one of the biggest grins she'd ever seen him give, and his brilliant blue eyes even seemed to lighten a shade. In an instant, she felt all the tension that had built up flow out of her body, and before she could say anything he'd returned to his feet, tugging her with him, and spun her in one fluid gesture, his eyes never leaving her own.
"How far along? How long have you known?" The questions began spilling out even before he set her back on the ground, though his hand- and hook- never left her hips even once she was back on her own two feet. Her own mouth formed an overjoyed smile of her own and she wiped her eyes briefly.
"I don't know- I- I just found out a few hours ago-" she stuttered, a mixture of shock and surprise and glee. The grin he wore made it impossible to remember all the fears she'd had just minutes before.
His only response was to pull her closer, his forehead pressing against hers and his eyes falling half-shut as he held her against him. The intimacy of the action helped settle her racing heart more than she cared to admit, though his next few words sent it fluttering again. "We're going to be parents, love."
"You always did say I have a little pirate in me." she said simply, eyes welling with fresh tears, albeit not from panic this time. These tears- like the ones in his striking blue eyes- were ones of pure joy. Her words brought forth a soft bought of laughter from him and she pressed her lips to his again, relishing in the moment. Some of her fears were still there, in the back of her mind- the ones about motherhood, primarily- but now she knew for sure she wouldn't have to do this without him, and that meant everything.