Killian ran his right hand over his hook, staring so intently at the attachment that he could burn a hole in the metal. His left leg had been constantly juddering since David had convinced him to sit down, stating that the pirate's pacing wasn't helping anyone. Least of all Emma. It was the mention of her name that had managed to pull him out of his daze and listen to his father-in-law's reasoning. Well future father-in-law, seeing as he hadn't actually put a ring on Emma's finger yet. Maybe now you will never get the chance. He ignored the voice in his head and just thought about Emma. His Emma. And the life they would have together. His mind went back to 6 months previously, when she told him. When she gave him everything.

Emma was sat at their kitchen table when he walked in from the end of a long day working at the docks; after he returned from the Underworld they both agreed that they needed to start living their future, which included him getting a proper job in Storybrooke. She had made him a steak dinner, and the table was set with the delicate plates that only surface on special occasions with a candle as a centrepiece.

"What's all this for?" He asked as he swaggered over to Emma and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, before shaking off his jacket and sitting down on the chair opposite her.

"Just thought I'd do something nice for you." Emma spoke softly as she reached across the table and took his hand in her own. "I know how hard you've been working these past few weeks, even though it's not exactly captaining a ship."

Killian could tell by the glint in her eyes that this wasn't the whole story. Had she really forgotten how he could read her like an open book? Anyway he wasn't going to delve further as he was sure that her true purpose would be made clear in due course. "Well I thank you love, but you know that you don't have to do this. You've worked today as well, and I'm sure upholding the law of the whole town is more taxing than the up keep of a few boats."

In response Emma merely shot him a little smile and squeezed his hand.

They barely talked as they ate. Killian occasionally chatted about his day at the docks and, even though Emma smiled along nodding at the right moments, he could tell that her mind was elsewhere.

Once they had finished and Killian cleared the table, leaving the plates to soak in the sink, Emma led him over to the couch. She started to kiss him, gently at first and then more passionately, her hands reaching up to roam through his hair. Killian nearly lost himself in her embrace before the nagging feeling from dinner hit once again. He pulled away from her and the look in her eyes urged him to kiss her again. Instead he brought her hand up to his lips kissing it lightly, and then letting his mouth brush over her skin as he spoke.

"So are you going to tell me what's really going on then, Emma?" Killian stared into her eyes intently, searching for some clue between her long lashes. "Or do I have to continue pretending to believe that this is all just spur of the moment."

"I'll just be a minute. Be patient." She said with a wink and then hurried off. Killian stared after her as she ran up the stairs and disappeared from view. His mind was trying to work out what was so special about that day. It wasn't any anniversary that he could think of, and the day that they had picked for his birthday had passed a couple of months ago.

Killian was still looking in the direction of the stairs when Emma came down them, waking him from his thoughts. She softly walked over to him with one hand behind her back holding something.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands, well hand, pirate." She said as she stood in front of him with a mischievous grin. Killian looked at her questioningly, but did as she said, his burning curiosity getting the better of him. He felt her place something soft in his hand and it took all of his control to not open his eyes immediately. He didn't want to ruin whatever surprise she had planned for him.

He sat there in silence for what seemed like a painstakingly long time, for he was beginning to grow anxious that he had indeed forgotten something important. Something that was important to Emma.

"Open your eyes then." The first word had barely left Emma's lips before his eyelids flung open and his gaze landed on the object in his hand. It was some blue material wrapped around itself. He lifted his eyes to look at Emma with a confused expression, to which she replied with an encouraging nod of her head. Killian raised an eyebrow at her as he again focused his gaze on the subject of this evening. Using his hook, he started to unwrap the cotton material and discovered that it had been hiding something. A white stick with a two small pink lines displayed on the screen. He placed the material on the couch and looked up at Emma for an explanation. A wave of worry rushed over him when he saw that her eyes were welling with tears.

"What is it Emma? What's wrong?" Killian asked dropping the stick to the floor as he reached to cup her cheek with his hand. As soon as his skin touched hers, a lone tear escaped from her left eye and ran down her face. Killian caught it with his thumb and rubbed it away, completely unaware of the reason behind her emotional state.

Emma smiled weakly and cast her eyes down to the blue material on the couch. Killian followed her gaze and picked up the article with his hook. He now saw that it was a small blue onesie with writing on the front. He lay it on his lap, reading the large white and red writing: 'Daddy's Little Pirate'. The special aspect of the day hit Killian full force, all the pieces of the puzzle finally slotting together. He stared at the baby-grow in silence for ages, this time it was of his own choice.

"Well say something… Killian." Emma's voice was soft and he could tell that she was trying to keep calm about the situation. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes for the first time since the news had hit. He could see that she wanted him to tell her everything would be okay. That he wouldn't leave her like everyone else.

"I...you…er…we…" Killian tried to speak but it was as if his throat had clamped shut. Any words that were forced out came up in a barely audible squeak.

"Are you not happy?" Emma's expression wavered and more tears fell down her cheeks as doubt clouded her eyes.

"No…no I'm not." Killian managed to find his voice after seeing the despair on Emma's face. Emma lowered her head and started to shake after hearing his words. He took her hand in his and forced her to meet his eyes. "I'm thrilled." He said with a huge grin crossing his face. She let out a relieved laugh and looked as if she wasn't sure whether to hit him or kiss him. He decided not to let her decide and lent forward to capture her lips in a slow gentle loving kiss. And hell did he love her. His Emma who had given him everything he had ever wished for. And would now make him a father. Him. Captain Hook. A family of his own. He couldn't believe it.

"Killian…Killian…HOOK!"

Killian was snapped out his memories by David calling his name. He jumped up from his seat as soon as he saw that Dr Whale was now present in the relatives' room. He took in the doctor's sombre expression and his heart stopped in his throat.

"It seems that Emma has gone into premature labour and –" The doctor started to explain in a calm mechanical tone, one which all medical professionals excel at over time.

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" Killian interrupted as he stepped towards Whale, planning to take out his frustration on the unsuspecting doctor. David got to him first and pushed Killian away to the other side of the room, leaving Snow to speak with Whale about Emma's condition.

"You need to calm down Killian. For Emma's sake." David harsh tone immediately softened when he saw the look in the pirate's eyes as he slumped down onto a chair. David placed one opposite Killian and sat down to face the broken man in front of him. "I know this is hard for you. It's hard for all of us. That's my daughter in there right now and I am terrified. But I'm keeping it together for Snow, and for Emma. You need to try to do the same."

Killian looked up at the man in front of him and he could see why he was a prince, a leader. "Aye, I think I can manage that."

"Have faith." David said as he got up clapping Killian on the shoulder, before making his way back over to his wife.

Killian sat in silence, once again turning his attention to his hook, whilst willing with all his mite that Emma was going to be ok. She had to be.