Hi, everyone! So this is a next generation Once Upon a Time fic as I'm sure you can tell. Season five is not canon and neither is Dark Swan (sorry aha). I hope you enjoy it! Warning: This is my first publication of this fic. It's been in the works for a long time but it's my first big project with my friend, Garrie (thepermenanttemp) We appreciate constructive criticism but we will not tolerate rudeness.

Emma shivered from the cold. She ran her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to get rid of the goosebumps lining her skin. She knew she'd be warmer if she stood up and got off the cold tile floor of her bathroom, but she couldn't bring her eyes away from the item on the floor in front of her.

She took another deep breath and listened for any sound coming from the living room. Killian wasn't due home for another hour or two, but she didn't want him barging in and figuring this out before she was ready and knew for sure. She glanced back down at the floor only to grab the white stick and shoot up onto her feet.

She looked it over, again and again, trying to find a way it could be wrong. She couldn't find any. She had to accept it. She stared at the little pink plus sign intently. She was pregnant.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

Without a thought, she walked out of the bathroom and put the test on the kitchen counter. She was pregnant. Pregnant.

"What am I supposed to do now?" she asked, aloud.

She pulled a water bottle out of the fridge and sat down on the stool in front of the counter. She glared at the test. It wasn't that she didn't want to have children with Killian, quite the opposite actually, but were they ready? The last time she was in this situation, she was sitting in a jail cell without the father of her baby and Killian was off in God knows where hunting goddamn Rumplestiltskin. Sure, she had Henry with her now, but he was ten when she met him. This would be a baby. Could she handle a baby? Could Killian? What would Henry think? Would he be mad? Would he feel replaced?

"I'm being ridiculous," she said out loud once more. It steadied her nerves. She debated calling her mother and asking for advice. She shook her head. Snow would be too excited to give advice. Her father would probably kill Killian for getting her pregnant. Maybe she should call Regina.

Looking at the time: 1:30pm; she decided that was her best option and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed the correct number before putting it up to her ear. It rang twice before it clicked and Regina answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Regina, it's Emma."

"Oh, hi Emma."

"Are you busy?"

"Not currently, no. Henry and Roland won't be back for another hour and a half. Why?"

"Because I have a bit of a problem."

Regina paused. "Okay, I'll be over in a minute."

"Thank you." Emma breathed. "See you soon."

"See you." The line went dead.

Emma shoved her phone back into her pocket before padding over to the coffeemaker. She prepared it and clicked the button. She grabbed two mugs and placed them on the counter beside the coffeemaker. She stood to wait for a minute before she found herself pacing. She really needed to relax. She sat back down on the stool and waited for the coffee to be ready. When it was, she poured herself some and sipped it.

About five minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Emma stood up so quickly she almost knocked her stool over. She was at her door in a few strides and she yanked it open. She greeted the person she considered her best friend and they sat down in the same place Emma was seated before.

Regina raised an eyebrow at Emma as she accepted a cup of coffee. "So what's the problem?"

"The problem?" Emma echoed

"Yes, Emma," Regina quipped, rolling her eyes. "The one you said you had on the phone."

"Oh, that problem," Emma replied.

"Would you spit it out already?" Regina snapped.

"Okay, okay." Emma conceded. She reached to where she hid the test and slid it over to sit in front of Regina.

Regina looked down at the test for a moment before her eyes widened in recognition. "You're pregnant?"

Emma nodded, not quite sure how to respond.

"Well," Regina faltered, "that was unexpected."

"I know." Emma agreed.

The pair stayed silent for a few minutes, contemplating what would happen next. Emma took a deep breath before making her only thought known: "I don't know what to do."

Regina sighed and gave a small, comforting smile. "The first thing you should do is tell Killian."

Emma trembled. "You're right. I'm going to have to."

Regina smiled reassuringly. "Obviously."

Emma laughed at her friend's sass. "I guess I'll just tell him when he gets home."

"That's a good idea." Regina sipped her coffee. "This is a good thing, you know."

"Yeah," Emma mumbled, "it is."

"Then what's bugging you?"

Emma sighed. Regina knew her too well. "It's nothing. I just don't know if we're ready."

"You will be a great mom. You already are." Regina reassured. "Now, Killian… well, I don't know about him…" Emma laughed. "I'm kidding. You will both be wonderful parents."

"Thanks," Emma answered. "I'm sure everything will work out."

"It will," Regina replied forcefully.

Emma nodded in agreement. She stood to make herself another cup of coffee and asked Regina how Roland was adjusting to school life. The conversation picked up again and soon it was nearly 3 o'clock. Regina announced that she had to go pick her boys from school and Emma decided she should figure out how she was going to tell Killian about the baby.

Twenty minutes later, Emma was sprawled across her bed with absolutely no idea how to tell him. She figured she would just tell him and see what his reaction was. The problem was his reaction. She didn't know how he felt about kids. They had never talked about it before. Killian was good with Henry and, when it was called for, Roland, but this would be his own baby. Their own baby.

She jumped a little when she heard the door slam and the shuffling of Killian taking his shoes and coat off. She steadied her breathing and stood up. She leaned against the bedroom door frame and smiled at the sight of her boyfriend. Their little boy would look just like him. Dark brown hair and sea blue eyes that shine in all lights. He would have Killian's laugh and call everyone 'luv'. He would be an exact copy of his father… Emma blinked and shook her head. Not the time for daydreams.

Killian finally looked up and spotted Emma standing in the doorway. He strode over to her and smashed his lips against her's. Emma grinned into the kiss as it deepened. When he finally pulled away for breath, Emma leaned onto his chest.

"Hi," she whispered. "How was your day?"

"It went well, Luv," Killian responded, "but I missed you the whole day."

"Well, aren't you sweet," Emma laughed.

"How did your day go?"

"It was good. Regina was over for some coffee not too long ago, but she had to go pick up Henry and Roland from school." Emma paused, internally debating whether she should tell him now. Deciding it was now or never, she added, "I have a surprise for you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you now?"

"Mhm," Emma hummed in response. She gestured for him to follow her into the bathroom. She grabbed the test from where she had placed it back on the counter and handed it to him.

Killian shot her a confused look and asked, "What's this, Luv?"

Remembering that he mightn't know what it was, she explained, "It's a test. To see if a woman is pregnant. If they are it has a plus sign, if they aren't it has a minus."

Killian glanced down at the little pink plus. "You're pregnant?" Emma nodded. Killian looked down in shock. "We're going to have a baby?"

"Yeah, we are," Emma smiled.

A grin split across Killian's features a moment later and he leaned forward to kiss her. She accepted it gladly and ran her hands through his hair. When they broke apart once more, Killian bent down and rubbed her currently flat belly. "Hello, Little Swan."

"Little Swan?" Emma raised her eyebrows.

Killian nodded. "She's going to be just like you."

"Well, I want a Little Pirate," Emma smirked. "He's going to have your eyes. And your hair. And he's going to be exactly like you."

"We'll see," Killian said, standing up again. He kissed Emma softly again before pulling her into the bedroom. "Let's celebrate." Emma nodded and smashed her lips against his.

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