Author's Note: Credit goes to ShimmeringCrown on twitter for allowing me to use her random dream sequences to make this cute little Captain Swan gem. I hope you guys enjoy it! (This may or may not have been me when I was pregnant LOL. Except, instead of Oreos it was triple whoppers and fries)
It was a peaceful evening. A nice summer's breeze blowing in through the windows of Killian and Emma's master bedroom. They had purchased a house together, upon selling the Swan residence, after the whole Underworld business died down. No pun intended. Too many memories and horrible scenarios played out in that environment and they needed a fresh start. There was a lovely house near the water, not too close, but close enough to smell the salty air carry in with the breeze. It was perfect. It was what they wanted… what they needed to allow them to move on happily.
Much has happened since their arrival back in Storybrooke. But, nothing as exciting as the news they received 5 months ago, to the day….
"Killian." a soft, but urgent voice whispered.
He let out a soft, inconspicuous sigh, knowing that he'd have to move from the comfort of their bed to retrieve nourishment of some kind. Killian continued to pretend to sleep as another whisper, louder this time, called his name. Nope. Not tonight. He wanted to sleep. He will get sleep!
"Killian!" Emma yelled in his ear.
He jumped, plugging his right ear with his index finger as he hissed. "Bloody hell, woman!" he groaned as he propped himself onto his elbow, rubbing the inside of his canal. "What is it?" he asked groggily and perhaps a wee bit annoyed.
Emma batted her eyelashes and grinned apologetically. "I really want Oreos."
He immediately fell back against the mattress, groaning. "You bloody well ate the entire package last evening! We have none!"
Emma tilted her head as she leaned over, walking two fingers up his hairy chest. "Then go and get some!" she suggested, playfully.
A firm eyebrow raised as his gaze fell onto hers, lips in a thin line. "Are you aware of the hour?"
She looked around the room and shrugged. "I can't help it if our daughter wants Oreos at 3 in the morning."
He sighed heavily, allowing his eyes to fall shut. He loves this woman… he does. But, the cravings, the mood swings, the nausea, the constant need to use the bathroom, the heightened sense of smell… all of it was really starting to take a toll on him. "I'm not getting you cookies. You'll have to tell the wee one to crave something different."
Emma rolled her eyes and, as quick as her belly would allow, turned over onto her opposite side. "Fine! I'll just starve!"
"Emma- that's not-"
"No! It's fine! It's perfectly okay!" she muttered angrily. "I'll just lie here and waste away! It's not like I need to eat for two or anything."
His eyes rolled up into his head as he flung the blankets from his body. 'This is beyond preposterous.' He thought to himself. Gods forbid he would say that out loud! "Double stuffed?"
"And maybe some vanilla ones, too?" she asked innocently.
He gave a deep sigh as he finagled his jeans on with one hand, "If the lady insists." After getting dressed, not really caring how unkempt he appeared, he walked over to the bed placing a chaste kiss to Emma's lips. "I shall return soon…" he moved lower, raising her shirt slightly to place his hand on her baby belly and kissing the taught skin. "... with your Oreos." he smiled softly at her belly before raising his blue gaze to meet her green. "I love you, both."
"We love you, too."
Upon his return from the local store, he came home to a sleeping Emma. He wanted to be angry at her for making him leave the comfort of bed to go and fetch her her cookies for no apparent reason, but seeing her sleep peacefully washed all of that away. He placed the Oreos on the nightstand next to her head and bent to place a gentle kiss to her temple. "Sleep well, my beautiful Princesses."
Killian came home later the next afternoon after a quick, and well needed, drink with Robin. He had received a call from Emma which had cut the outing short since she was in need of a latte… now.
Walking through the front door, he was met with the sounds of a sobbing Emma from upstairs. He ran to where the source of the crying was coming from.
The nursery.
"Swan, what are you doing?" he asked as he placed the latte down on a dresser they have been meaning to refurbish, and quickly made his way to the center of the room where she sat.
Emma began to cry harder as she pointed to the paint can in between her legs. "It won't open!" she sobbed. "I've tried everything!"
"Hey," he soothed, taking the paint can by the handle, "It's alright."
"No it's not!" she sniffled. "I wanted to surprise you- and now it's ruined!" she became hysterical once more as Killian dropped his shoulders. He knew what the monthly cycle did to a woman, but this! This was so much worse!
"I got you your latte. Would that help?" he asked as he got to his feet. "Just how you like it!" he was desperate to stop the crying but somehow made it worse… much, much worse.
"Great!" she yelled. "Now I can get fat! That's so helpful!" her tears quickly turned into anger and then into more tears. "I don't wanna get fat!"
"Oh, bloody hell." he muttered in desperation and exhaustion. "I'm not- you're not- you're beautiful, love! You're as gorgeous as ever."
"You're just saying that!"
"Have I misled you before?" he asked as he made his way back over to her. "I've never, not once, lied to you about your vanity." he wiped the tears away with his thumb before pressing his lips to hers. "Better?"
She looked away sniffling, and shrugged. He chuckled softly as his hand moved to the side of her neck, his thumb tracing her jawline as he placed another, more affectionate, kiss to her salty lips. "I love you." he whispered against them. Her chin started to quiver again, her face scrunching up as he pulled back, confounded. "What did I do now?" he asked desperately.
Emma burst into tears again as she sobbed out, "I love you, too!"
"Then why are you crying?" he asked, wide-eyed.
"I don't know!" she drawled as she fell into his chest. He gave a soft sigh as he made himself comfortable on the floor, and helped her into his lap. "I'm a hormonal mess!"
"Indeed. You are. But, I love you anyway." he spoke softly, wrapping his left arm around her and her belly as his hand rested against her head. "Sobbing mess and all." he smiled against her hair at the sound of the giggle through tears and began rubbing his fingers against her scalp, gently rocking her from side to side. He found it helped calmed her in these times.
After a long, quiet moment, he gave a kiss to the crown of her head as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm going to gather that you've finally decided on what to do with the nursery?"
"No." she replied with a sniff.
He narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows at the odd reply. The whole reason she was like this was because of the unopened paint can. But, he kept his mouth shut. He would not make her cry again.
It didn't work.
She cried anyway. "Emma-" he soothed.
"Our daughter is going to have nothing in her room because I can't make up my mind!"
"Our daughter-" he paused for a moment, raising a brow at his words. Never in 300 years would he have thought those words would be strung together in a sentence. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to it. "-won't mind either way if her room is decorated with shades of pinks and purples or… adorned with sailboats." he hinted with a glimmer of a smile. "It doesn't have to be decided today. Why don't we go downstairs and you can have your latte-"
"I don't want it anymore." she sniffed. "The craving is gone. And it smells disgusting." she breathed out slowly, trying to calm the familiar feeling of morning sickness. Why they called it morning sickness was beyond her. It came at all times of the day! "Yeah- I need to-"
Killian scrambled to his feet, helping her up in the process before watching as she ran out of the room. A puff of air escaped his lips as he slowly walked over to the latte. "She'll be the death of me…" he raised an amused brow as he strolled out of the room and down the stairs to discard the, now cold, coffee. "Again."
"I want ice cream." Emma stated as she looked up at Killian. She was nestled between his legs on the couch listening to him read Hansel and Gretel from her copy of The Complete Grimm's Fairy Tales when her cravings struck again.
"Then I shall go and fetch you some." he snapped the book closed in his hand while she moved from his lap. "Flavor?"
Wrong. Question.
His head was now resting against the open freezer door, thumping it softly against the cool metal, as she shot down a third flavor. "Chocolate chunk?"
She turned up her nose and shook her head. "Gross."
"You had nearly the whole pint yesterday." he argued.
"Yesterday it didn't make my stomach turn." she answered with a shrug of her shoulders.
He gave a roll of his eyes as he looked to the names again, "Right then… vanilla?"
"Do we have caramel sauce?"
He shut the freezer to open the fridge and sighed heavily. "That we do not."
"Then, no."
Killian slowly shut the refrigerator door, lips forming into a thin line as he did so. He knew where this was going. He would be making another trip to Any Given Sundae, and getting yet another pint of ice cream for her to turn down again tomorrow. He should know by now to just hand her her leather jacket when she craves anything. "Fancy a walk, Swan?"
He held the door open for Emma as she stepped inside. Her finger traced over the glass panel as she scanned through the many flavors. She tasted sample after sample as Killian leaned against the wall, checking the sharpness of his hook. (He'd have to file it soon, if you were wondering.) Every night that she craved ice cream was the same. She would try every flavor and find something wrong with each one.
Every. Single. One.
They would be here for at least twenty minutes while she attempted to make up her mind. He'd suggest a flavor to hurry her up, but she'd shoo him away. He's learned to just let her be.
"Let me try the pistachio."
"You despise the pistachio, Swan." Killian stated with a sigh as he pushed off the wall. "We go through this-"
"I want to try the pistachio! What if I like it this time?"
Raising his hand and hook in the air, he watched as she took the tiny plastic tester and made a face around the stick. "Uck! That's disgusting! Why do people even make that?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose to keep his temper at bay as she tried yet another flavor. "Love… please." he begged, calmly. "Pick one. Or five. Just make up your mind so we can go home."
Emma opened her mouth but then scrunched up her face. Suddenly she was in the mood for something greasy. "You know what… I don't even want ice cream anymore. I want mozzarella sticks." she waved the stick in a goodbye to Dopey, whom they finally released from the tree, and made her way out the door. Killian's head dropped back as he groaned, turning slowly on the ball of his foot.
"Don't get a woman pregnant, mate." he gave an exhausted nod and sigh to Dopey as he opened the door to catch up with Emma.
She took a bite of the cheesy fried morsel and made a face as she dropped it back down. "Nope. Don't want these either."
Killian's fingers drummed against the counter in irritation, as he looked at her with complete fatigue. Not so much physical as it was mental. He sat with her as she ordered appetizer after appetizer. Sandwich after sandwich.
"Swan, what the blazes are you doing?" he asked repulsed.
Emma hummed happily as she mixed ketchup, mayonnaise, and hot sauce together with one of her fries before taking a bite. "Eating. What's it look like?" she mumbled around her bite of food. "Want one?"
He gently pushed her wrist away with his hook, when she offered up the horrid looking orange concoction, giving a shake of his head. "No, thank you."
Giving a shrug, she peeled apart her burger, taking the patty and fixings off as she did the same with her grilled cheese. Emma slapped the patty along with the lettuce, tomato, and pickles onto the grilled cheese before placing the top of the sandwich back on. Her eyes widened in excitement as she dipped her Frankenstein sandwich into the dip she made and took a huge bite. "Oh my gods…" her eyes rolled into the back of her head before offering the sandwich to Killian. "Seriously, you gotta try this!" she spit food as she spoke, causing him to flick a piece of burger from his jacket as he, again, politely declined.
After finishing, she rubbed her baby belly, smiling happily. "Craving successfully fulfilled."
He knocked on the counter as he rose to his feet. "Then I have accomplished my duties!" placing a chaste kiss to her lips, he helped her off the stool before going to see what the damage was for the bill.
"Are you serious?" he sighed heavily as he dug into his pocket. "You take doubloons, yeah?"
They returned home and was readying themselves for bed when Emma gasped. Her hands flew to her stomach when she felt a flutter of movement.
"What's wrong?" he dropped the cuff that secured his hook onto the bed instantly, before running to her side, concerned. "What's happened?"
A small laugh came from her as she moved her hands around her swollen belly. "I felt her." she smiled. "She moved, I felt it."
His blue eyes became brighter as his head dipped down. "Are you positive?" his hand went to her bump, Emma covering his hand with hers, as he remained uncertain.
"It was light. Like uh… like a muscle spasm? Or a uh… uh… gas bubble moving? But, it was her." she watched as he knelt down, keeping a firm but loving hand against the side of her stomach. "Try talking to her. See if she'll do it again."
He fumbled over his words, chuckling softly. He felt nervous. Excited, but nervous. "Ehm… hullo little one." he glanced up at her before looking to her belly again.
She carded her fingers through his hair, gently massaging the back of his head. "She moved again. Did you feel it?"
He shook his head, but never moved his hand. Emma pulled on his wrist as she walked back toward the bed to sit down. Killian rested between her legs, as he continued on with soft spoken words and tales. Eventually the words, "I love you." fell from his lips. His eyes widened as pulled his hand away. "Was that-?!"
"It was." she smiled. "That was her."
"Bloody hell!" he placed his hand back on her belly and felt around to feel the sensation again. "There it is again!" His brows raised in astonishment as his face was plagued with many different emotions. He felt happy, shocked, relieved, excited…. It hit him in that moment that he was indeed going to be a dad. "I'm going to be a father." he murmured to himself. His eyes met hers, exchanging loving glances. "Swan- I'm going to be a father."
"It only took you five months-" she laughed softly as she bent forward, placing a kiss to his lips. "You'll be wonderful at it." her thumb caressed his cheek as she placed another kiss to his lips. "I love you."
"And I, you."
They finished turning down the bed before taking their respective places. Emma pushed her backside into him as his arm firmly held onto her, almost protectively. He cradled her belly as his head rested into the crook of her neck.
This was everything to him. The woman he loves, lying peacefully in his arms. Their child nestled safe in her belly. This was love in the purest form. He finally had what he's always wanted.
His happy ending.
"Killian?" Emma's voice was barely a whispered as he hummed a response. "I really want Oreos." she bit her lip feeling him deflate around her.
"I shall return." he grumbled, throwing the blankets from his legs.