A/N: I don't usually like to do two stories at the same time. I get confused. Readers get confused. Yes, it sucks. But a good friend of mine who is a big Captain Swan fan is currently in the hospital. I can't visit as much as I would like so I promised her that I would write her a little fic about anything she wanted so she would have something to read. So here it is.

Her request was based off of a tumblr prompt about Emma and Killian asking Elsa to be godmother to their child. It was meant to be a one shot, but I kind of got inspired. So here it goes. This is based a year or two in the future of the show's timeline.

Chapter 1 -

The water lapped endlessly at the pilings, creating a soft noise that she had come to associate with quiet moments and her husband. He was speaking in low tones with one of the dock workers, checking the status of a shipment or some other such nonsense that she had long since quit worrying about when it came to his work. Shifting her weight, she ran a lone hand over her protruding stomach and sighed softly. As much as she liked these afternoon walks that he and her doctor had encouraged, they were becoming endlessly tiring.

"Love?" he asked, concern etched on his face as he approached her. "Are you feeling ill?"

She returned his gaze and smiled. "I'm fine," she assured him. "Just tired and ready for a nap. Someone has been kickboxing today."

His hand reached out automatically to her, caressing over the evidence of their child on the way. "She seems to calm when you sing to her," he reminded her. "Or would you prefer…"

Emma laughed, leaning over to brush her lips on his cheek. "I think you just like embarrassing me," she said. "Your serenade at Granny's the other night practically got us thrown out." She moved her hands to her back, arching a bit to stretch her tired muscles. "I'm getting old. I wasn't nearly this tired with Henry."

They walked back toward the space where she had parked the car, his hand resting at the small of her back and her head dipping onto his shoulder. While she had planned on working up to her due date, her father, Killian and even her own body had protested that idea loudly. So at eight months she cut back to the morning shift only. And even with that reduced load, everyone looked at her as though she might break with any bit of exertion.

"Your mother dropped off some of her famous chilled," he said, opening the car door for her.

Emma smiled at her pirate's mistaken word choice. Even after more than a year of living in this world, he found himself mixing up things or staring in wonder at technology that she had not yet shown him. "Chili," she corrected lightly. "That sounds good."

Sliding into the passenger seat, she smiled as he ran around the yellow vehicle quickly to the driver's seat. After hours of lessons, protests that he was not interested in learning such a thing, and her father's bet that he would take out half the infrastructure in Storybrooke, Killian was now proficiently driving her car. It had become a necessity as her condition made fitting behind the wheel of the car more and more difficult.

It only took a few minutes to reach their ocean front home that sat nestled in the trees with a quiet view of the water. She wobbled a bit getting out of the car, brushing off his concerned assistance as she made her way into the house and collapsed in her favorite chair. Her shoes dangled off the ends of her feet as she let them fall with a thud on the floor and folded her hands over her stomach.

"Elsa said she'd be here later this week for the shower," Emma said with a smile. "It'll be good to see her." She had missed her friend since the queen had returned back to Arendelle. While they had seen each other on occasion with Elsa visiting for the wedding and the couple going to Arendelle for a royal celebration announcing the arrival of Anna and Kristoff's son, she missed the easy conversations and understanding that they had developed.

Killian smiled in return, dishing up some of the spicy dish his mother-in-law had made. "I guess I'll be relegated to the couch during your reunion," he said sarcastically, referring to Elsa's last visit. The women had spent so much of the evening talking that Killian had fallen asleep in the living room as the girls spent the night in the couple's bedroom talking about adventures and training techniques. He did not begrudge his wife's happiness though and happily called Elsa the sister that his wife never had.

"At least one night," Emma teased back, blowing on the spoon before taking her first bite. "We have a lot to catch up on."

Using his hook, he caught her feet and moved them to the side so that he could sit on the soft cushion of the ottoman across from her. "Have you asked her yet?" he questioned, moving one of her feet to his lap where he rubbed and massaged the tired appendage.

"I thought we could ask while she's here," Emma said, moaning either of the food or his attention. "She's the perfect choice, I think." Swirling her spoon in the chili, she lifted a bit and held it out to him.

"Spicy," he said, licking his lips. "I thought you wanted to get the baby to let you rest."

"The baby wants this," she said with a pout. "Spicy things make her happy."

He laughed, switching his attention to her other foot. "Anything for my girls," he said. He took another bite as she offered it, watching with an amused expression as she closed her eyes and moaned luxuriously. "Is that the chili or the massage affecting you like that?" he asked.

"A dangerous combination," she admitted, looking a bit sheepish as she opened her eyes. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I think you might be more than I could take if you had two hands."

His laugh echoed in their house. "I am glad to see that I can overwhelm you with pleasure," he commented. "You should take tomorrow off what with a houseguest on the way and this shower event."

She looked at him with wide eyes as she placed another spoonful in her mouth. He'd been more than understanding of her physical issues since her pregnancy. He'd gotten up with her when she was sick every morning, asking around to her mother, Granny, and every mother he could find about home remedies when the doctor's suggestions had seemed inadequate. He'd read every book in the library and coerced her son, Henry, to print off other suggestions from websites. When the information contradicted, he researched it some more. Still, his knowledge of customs was limited and the idea of shower had perplexed him until she explained it was a showering of gifts and not water.

"I'm only working four hours," she said with a little pout. "I miss working. I miss being able to chase down a bad guy. I miss seeing my feet."

"You'll be back to it soon enough," he consoled. "Besides, your father won't let you do those things. Don't blame me."

"You're the one who got me in this condition," she reminded him, waving the spoon at him like a wagging finger. "Or was it you? Were you the one saying just this once…it won't hurt anything…I'll pick up some condoms tomorrow?" She smiled ruefully. "Or was that another man in my bed?"

"I believe," he said with his own snide smile, "you were the one saying one time won't matter."

She giggled at his happy expression. He'd been wearing that the majority of the time since she had first told him she thought she might be expecting. While she cautioned that it was not a certainty, he'd gone into full daddy-mode with his head reeling with plans for the nursery and names. That first visit to the doctor to confirm the news had been almost too much for him as she held his hand and hugged him when the doctor said in a rather clinical way that they were about to become parents.

"Any more ideas on names?" he asked, as she slid her feet out of his grasp and pushed herself up with the help of the chair arms. "I think we have rejected all that we had on our lists."

"Eva isn't an easy one to come up with a companion name for," she said, biting her lip as she carried her dish to the sink. "Nadine?"

"I once knew a woman of very little virtue named that," he commented. "Celeste?"

She crinkled her nose. "Eva Celeste. Sounds like a frozen food label," she said. "Madison?"

"I thought we rejected that already," he called after her as she disappeared down the hall. "Or maybe I forgot that?"

"Old man," she teased. "Haley?" Waddling back into the room with fuzzy slippers on her feet and her hair now hanging down in waves, she stopped and placed a hand where her hips used to be located. "We're making this too hard."

"Nah," he said. "Corinne?"

"No," she said. "Wendy?"

He glared.

"Never mind," she said. "Ruth?"

"Eva Ruth?" he tried out the name. "That could work."

"It would make my parents happy," she said, frowning down at her stomach as the baby gave her a really swift kick. "And God knows you try to show off to them all the time."

"Love," he said. "No man is good enough for the prince's daughter. I am merely trying to retain a bit of peace." He smiled at her warmly. Truth was his in-laws had long since given up most of the animosity, telling Killian that he was both a welcome addition to their family and a good guy for their only daughter. Still, he couldn't help but notice the looks that David shot him when he touched Emma or heaven forbid kissed her in her parents' presence.

"For such an arrogant pirate," she said, resting one hand on his shoulder, "my father seems to be able to scare you. I need to learn his technique."

A slight blush came to his face as his eyes darted down. "I'm afraid you have even more of a profound effect on me," he confessed. "From the moment I met you, you've been able to make my heart jump with just a single look." He lifted her hand from his shoulder and kissed it softly. "And you've always known just what to say to me to make me want you more."

"I hope that is different than the effect my father has on you," she laughed. "Besides, you're the one with a gift for words." She kissed his cheek and straightened up. "I'm going to take one of those naps you all are telling me I need to take. Want to join me?"

"Is that a proposition?" he asked, jumping up from his seat. "I could be interested in that."

"Killian," she said with mock warning. "You have a one track mind. It's a dirty one at that. Right now unless you are a giant pillow, I have no interest in you other than sleeping." She placed both of her hands on his shoulder. "Now stop pouting."

Back in their bedroom, she was twisting on her side to attempt a better position. As with every effort to rest, she found herself in a losing battle with the baby. She kicked, moved and even got the hiccups on a few occasions just as Emma felt her eyes grow heavy with pending sleep. "We're not having a daughter," she said to Killian as he watched her with an expression of amusement and worry. "We're having a freaking ninja."

His eyes danced with unheard laughter as he enjoyed the moment with her. He had known from the first meeting of her that she was feisty and guarded with her emotions and secrets. While he learned a little more about her each day, he could honestly say that he had yet to learn all about her. That may have been one of things he enjoyed the most, her ability to shock and surprise him. More than that it was her ability to dish out her sassy remarks to him with such ease. Such moments came easier to her than ones with real emotions.

"So tell me again why we need this event for the baby?" he asked. "I thought our nursery was well stocked?" He'd been working long hours lately, purchasing odds and ends for the baby whenever they were out. She knew he took pride in that fact, smiling happily at the growing stacks of onesies and outfits in the dresser that he had stained by hand and the supplies that had crowded the shelves of the matching changing table. Then he had come across his mother-in-law just the other day with a handful of RSVP cards, similar to those from their wedding. She was smiling and commenting how fun the whole event would be for them, but she had also been very clear that the party was just for women. Killian had come home a little hurt that such a fun time was going to be had without him.

"It's just a little party," Emma said. "Just a customary thing for people we're friends with to give us little presents for the baby. You know stuff like diapers or cute outfits. It's sweet." She frowned as he looked a little hurt. "It's not something guys really enjoy. I thought you and my dad could go and hang out for a couple of hours. That way you're not roped into playing games or eating finger sandwiches."

"But you have to make an appearance?" he asked, curling behind her as she finally settled to her side and resting his chin on her shoulder. "It doesn't sound like your kind of fun."

She laughed at the hurt way he said that, like a child not invited to a birthday party of a kid they really weren't friends with to start. "Honey," she said. "If you want to come, you are more than welcome. Outside Storybrooke men come to these things all the time, but this town is a little more old fashioned. I think you'd be bored. I'm going to be bored."

So what do you think? Yes, baby showers are becoming more co-ed now, but Storybrooke seems to be pretty behind the times. So I decided to go a little traditional there.