Her whole body hurt. It was like Emma couldn't get a break. Dealing with the town, being the sheriff, and handling what ever crisis had arrived in between. Being ill was not going to work for her full time schedule. But per her family and Killian's request she has been ordered to bed, and to stay there.

Of course she didn't go down without a fight saying that David needed help at the station. David solved that problem. Emma's now husband is acting deputy, helping out until Emma is back on her feet. Killian argued at first saying that he needed to be there at home to take care of her. It was sweet of him, but she wasn't ten. She could take care of herself.

Emma did love how her father and Killian were getting along again. There had been some bad blood for a while, but it seemed to have worked itself out as she thought it would. It was even David's idea to have Hook stay on as a permanent deputy, saying that had extra money in the budget to bring him on part time.

Emma hoped that she would only be gone for only a day or so, but it had been almost a week of this shit. She could barely keep any food down, her body ached, and her temperature was elevated for the majority of the day. And then, like night and day she was better. Just like that, like nothing happened. Emma was back to work and life went on as usual.

Her father and husband were on patrol while Emma and her mother were getting weeks worth of paperwork caught up. They were carrying on normal motherly daughter conversation. Talking about married life and how Henry was doing in school when Emma sensed a familiar feeling deep in her gut. She dropped the files in her hands and booked it to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

"Emma honey, are you alright?" Snow worried through the door.

"Damn it! I thought I was done," Emma whined, walking back towards her mother, using her sleeve to wipe her mouth. She felt truly disgusting and probably looked worse. Her mother rushed to the sink, grabbing a glass of water and quickly handing it to her.

"Thanks, mom," Emma groaned as she took sips from the glass. For some reason even water made her nauseous. How did this just come out of nowhere? Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother's rapid pacing. Emma wanted to stop her before she drilled holes into the stations floors. They most definitely did not have the budget for that.

"Mary Margaret? What's wrong? It's just a flu bug. I'm sure I'll be fine it just hasn't passed yet," Emma explained, attempting to calm her worrying mother.

"Emma, did you, well, how long ago," Snow stumbled, trying to get the words out.

"When's the last time I what?" She replied, now genuinely curious.

"Emma, when's the last time you had your period?" Her mother blurted out with an embarrassed half smile.

"What? My period? Why?" Emma awkwardly laughed. Why the hell would her mother care about something like that? Snow just stared expecting an answer.

"Um well it was the night of Henry's student teacher conferences. I remember specifically embarrassing Henry by talking about it on the car ride there," Emma recalled, still questioning her mother's serious face. A smile crept onto her mother's face. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, leaving wet trails falling to the floor. Emma stood up starting to say something, but Snow pulled her in tight still sobbing.

"Emma, teacher conferences were on November 3rd," Snow grinned, wiping away a few stray tears from her eyes. Emma just looked at her, puzzled.

"Do you know what today's date is?" Mary Margaret squealed.

"December 22nd, what's so exciting about that?" She implored. Snow was beaming was happiness as Emma finally logically put it all together. How did she not see this before? She hadn't felt like this since she was 18 years old in a jail cell. The sickness and the horrible head and body aches.

"Am I?" Emma barely choked out, feeling a rush of emotions throughout her body.

"Yeah I think so," Snow rejoiced, attempting to keep calm but utterly failing.

"I'm pregnant? Oh my god," Emma smiled so hard her cheeks hurt.

She couldn't believe that all the stress of being the savior and her job as a mom and sherif blinded her to the fact that she was over two weeks late! A Baby. A tiny Captain Hook could be growing inside her. That was a phrase she definitely did not think she would ever say, but she couldn't be happier.

Snow pulled her in again giving her another hug, squeezing her tight. This was a moment that she wished she could have had with her daughter the first time around. Snow always dreamed of being their for Emma through all of her milestones, but she was gonna take what she could get.

"A test!" Mary Margaret sang, pulling Emma in the direction of the exit. "Let's get a test from the pharmacy next door to know for sure," Her mother insisted.

She was thankful her mom was here, because she was not capable of thinking clearly in the slightest. She may even still be in shock. Those three minutes were the longest three minutes of her whole existence. She just stared at that stick thinking of all the possibilities of the future. It warmed her heart just thinking about it. But she was also nervous. This is a human life. Sure, they had talked a little about having kids, even agreeing that they both wanted to grow their family, but they weren't actively trying. She still didn't know how it even happened. They were usually pretty careful, but I guess they weren't careful enough.

Her phone timer's ring brought her back to reality. It was the moment of truth that could change her life forever. Emma look down at the stick, gazing upon that double pink line on all three of the tests she bought. She was pregnant. She felt nauseous again, but this time it wasn't from the morning sickness. It was butterflies and excitement swirling through her.

She opened the station bathroom door with a smile upon her face. Snow was right outside patiently awaiting any news. Emma held up the test practically buzzing with joy.

"It's positive! I'm pregnant!" Emma beamed as Snow ran over to her practically screaming with excitement.

"Is this a good thing? Are you happy about this?" Her mother sang, firing question after question her way. Emma felt tears tugging the corners of her eyes. Ever since she made the heart wrenching decision to give up Henry when she was 18 years old, she never felt worthy enough to even think about having another child.

For the longest time in her mind, if she failed one child she doesn't deserve to have another. Before she was making all these choices on her own, but now she had someone to share everything with. Almost 15 years ago she was miserable and filled with guilt, but right now in this moment Emma felt the exact opposite. Happiness and pure joy flooded her body as she hugged her mother.

"Yes, I never thought I would want this after everything, but yes!" She exclaimed still reveling in the warm arms of her mother's embrace.

"Have you talked to Killian about kids before? I take it by the look on your face that this wasn't planned," Snow wondered giving Emma her signature hopeful smile.

"I mean we talked about the possibilities of the future, maybe expanding our family but we never talked about it more than that or made any kind of decisions. What...what if he doesn't want this?" Emma feared. Snow knew nothing would come out of Emma working herself up like this. Ultimately she just needed to talk to him.

"Emma, honey don't do that to yourself. Killian loves you more than anything in the world. I'm sure he will be thrilled, but you really should talk to him," Mary Margaret reassured her daughter.

"Yeah, you're completely right. I just need to talk to him, right?" Snow nodded, before hugging Emma again.

"Regardless, Emma. I am so happy for you and can't wait to have another grandchild," Snow stressed. "Now go!" Emma nodded and grabbed her keys from her desk and made her way out the door.

"I'll call you later," She yelled over her shoulder. Once she reached her car Emma's heart was beating out of her chest. Of course she trusted Killian and knew this wouldn't change his feelings for her, after all they do share true love, but still Emma couldn't help but worry. It was apart of who she was.

Abandonment was so far ingrained into her DNA she at times forgot who she could trust. And Hook was the one person she could always count on. She knew he would always chose her especially if a child was involved. He often told her told her that in the beginning of their relationship. Promising that he would never do what Neal did to her. But she didn't want him to stay because of a child. Emma wanted him to stay because he wanted to.

That eight minute drive home was longest ride she had ever endured. As Emma walked up the stairs to the door of their shared home she couldn't help but think about all the love, pain, and hardships they had faced in this home. There was so much history in such a short amount of time. And Emma hoped that after today they could start to build and grow this house. Making into more than just a home for them and Henry, but a home for their newest addition.

She turned the key finding her two boys on the couch as Henry taught Killian his newest video game in his collection. The loud sound of a dragon roaring echoed throughout the house. Emma loved to see them like this. Bonding and laughing without a care in the world. He was already such an amazing father even though he wasn't Henry's biologically and that meant the world to Emma.

"Hey, mom you're home early!" Her son noted, putting down his controller.

"Yeah, I missed you guys, and besides it the weekend. I shouldn't be at work all day. How was your rounds with David?" Emma asked Killian.

"They were great. The prince I and didn't get into too much trouble," Hook joked, giving his Swan a smile.

"How are you feeling? Any better, love?" Killian finished with one eyebrow cocked.

"Um, much better than yesterday thats for sure. Hey, Henry it's almost six you should start heading over to Regina's you don't want to be late for dinner," Emma reminded him. Thankfully him and Regina had Saturday dinners every week which gave Emma and her priate some time for just the two of them to chat. This was something that she definitely needed to do alone.

"Oh shoot! I wasn't watching the time a all. I was too busy kicking Killian's ass!" Henry sassed, flashing Hook a challenging smirk.

"You have an obvious advantage. I only have one hand! Besides I think you bloody cheated in that round. Besides I think we should have a rematch slaying real dragons and then see who's laughing," Killian joked, as Henry smiled. Henry grabbed his backpack and made his way out the front door.

"Be careful on your bike and if you want to spend the night please text me!" Emma replied. "Oh, and make sure you bundle up. It's getting really chilly out there," Emma added, as he waved goodbye. Killian was still sitting on the couch, now flipping through his latest boating magazine. "Killian, can I ask you something?" Emma blurted out, as she took a seat right next to him.

"Of course, love. You can ask me anything," Killian encouraged, feeling slightly concerned with the tone of her voice. She didn't know quite how to start this conversation so she just said the first thing that came to mind.

"When we first met and started dating, were you okay with the fact that I had Henry?" Emma started, never breaking eye contact.

"Of course, Emma. I love your son more than my own life," Hook explained, wanting there to be absolutely no confusion for his love for her boy.

"Do you just think of him as only my son?" Emma asked, fishing for the right words to say.

"What do you mean? Like him being Regina's too?" He questioned, not knowing what she was getting at.

"No, I mean of course he's Regina's too, but I meant more along the lines of yours," Emma confessed, attempting to read his expression.

"Emma, I would never try to replace the boy's father. Bae will always hold that special place in his heart," Killian finished feeling the guilt of the boys father's early passing.

"Of course not, Killian. That's not what I was implying at all. But he does look up to you. He talks to you about girls, asks you for advice, and you help him with his homework. You're there for him at every step of his life. In a way you are his dad. At least Henry seems to think of you that way," Emma continued, as she felt her eyes begin the water again. These damn hormones were gonna kill her.

"It is my honor to help raise and love your son everyday by your side, Emma. It brings me such joy that you want to share that with me," Hook professed, taking her hand. He could feel the raw emotion in the room. It was so thick it was almost getting hard to breathe.

"Really?" She choked out, a small tear ran down her face. "Of course, love. Other than loving you it's the best and most important part of my life," Killian reassured her. "Now what's wrong, my love?" He implored drawing the truth out of her.

"Well, nothing's wrong. At least I hope nothing is wrong," Emma prayed, trying to find the words. He raised his hand to cup her cheek, running the pad of his calloused thumb over the smooth tops of her skin, giving her an encouraging smile.

"Emma, you can tell me anything. Nothing you say will change my love for you," He promised. She took a deep breath before reaching into her purse, pulling out one of the tests. He looked puzzled. Emma wondered if he had ever seen one of these before or even knew what it was. He took it out of her hands and studied it for a moment.

"Is this one of those things you put in your mouth and tells you what your temperature is?" Hook asked, while bringing it closer to his face. Emma was worried he was going to suddenly pop it into his mouth! She quickly grabbed it from his grasp before he could make a terrible mistake.

"No, no, it's nothing like that," Emma noted, shaking her head.

"Than what is it?" Hook asked, genuinely curious.

"It's the reason I have been so sick lately," She smiled, knowing that her other half was still utterly confused. "Killian, I'm pregnant," She voiced, looking for any telling of Hook's reaction. The house was completely silent. Neither of them said a word for what felt like hours. Killian's expression was neural giving no insight to what he was thinking or feeling. Then a smile crept onto his face. Emma's heart was relieved to finally get something encouraging.

"You're pregnant?" Killian beamed, still in shock.

"Yes!" She sang, the butterflies in her stomach dissipating and the stress lifted from her body.

"We're gonna have a child!?" Hook rejoiced in disbelief.

"Yes!" Emma laughed welcoming him into her embrace. He kissed every inch of her. It reminded her of the kiss she gave Killian upon his return from the Underworld. Love and joy was vibrating off of their bodies.

"Oh, Emma, I love you so much," He shared between kisses, tears streaming down his face.

"So you're happy about this?" She asked, doubt melting from body.

"Happy? Happy? Emma, happy doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling. This is the happiest moment of my entire existence!" Hook choked out, smiling ear to ear. "Are you happy about this, love?" Emma nodded, finally smiling. It was like a weight was lifted from her.

"Yes, Killian, yes! I was just worried because well, you know. We never really talked about having children. You seemed like you didn't want to talk about it," Emma stated, her hand still in his.

"Emma, I never mentioned it because I knew how much the subject pained you. This, having a child with you, has been my dream since that kiss in Neverland. It's all I ever wanted. But I didn't want to cause you anymore guilt or suffering. Having you and Henry was enough for me if it was enough for you. I love being a father to your boy and ever since we became a little family, I've wanted to grow it," Killian confessed, pouring his heart and soul out, bearing it completely to his true love. Tears wetted Emma's face. His declaration of love for her was overwhelming.

"I love you," She cried, closing the distance once again.

"I love you too," He muttered before his lips found hers for a second time. "We are having a baby," He exclaimed still in disbelief.

"Yes, yes we are!" Emma laughed, throwing her arms around him slanting her lips over his. She deepened the embrace, cupping his face as Killian's hand and hook found her waist. Emma took the hint, moving to straddle his hips. Her hands flew to his vest, frantically unbuttoning the leather garment.

"You need less clothes or at least fewer buttons," She gasped, ripping off as much between them as possible. Finally she reached to his extremely hard length pressing into her center. She tilted her hips forward, teasing him as she undid the laces, stroking his member. He moaned into her mouth enjoying the attention his Swan was giving him.

Out of what seemed like nowhere, he stood up with Emma still in his strong arms, legs wrapped around his trim waist and set her down gently back on the couch. He dropped to his knees resting between her legs. She helped him remove her sweater and tank top before shrugging off the last of his black button up. Killian then leaned forward, placing a loving kiss to her stomach. The gesture had Emma on the brink of tears again.

"This child will the luckiest kid in the whole world, simply to have you as its mother," He vowed, his hand caressing her belly. Emma pulled him up to her kissing him, letting her lips to the talking that her hormonal overwhelmed mind didn't have the words for. He placed open mouthed kisses all down her neck leaving a trail down to the hollow of her breasts, which now that he had come to think of it seemed a little bigger than he remembered.

She reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra, desperately needing to feel him everywhere. Once the restricting fabric was thrown from the area Killian returned his attention to the newly exposed skin before him. Killian had always been the master of foreplay, understanding that for Emma, the build up was almost as important as the act itself. And he had never left her unsatisfied. Even if it was just a rushed quickie her pleasure had always come first, and today was no different. But nothing could have prepared Emma for the way her body was responding to his touch.

Something was completely different. They have had sex hundreds of times by now and it had always been amazing, but the sensations she was experiencing right now we're so much better. It was like her body had magnified all the sensations. All he was doing was simply sucking lightly on the rosy bud of her nipple and she was already on the edge of coming. He hadn't even really touched her yet. Emma could get used to this. Maybe she could blame it on the hormones. Honestly she didn't care what it was, she just didn't want it to stop.

"Fuck, Killian, more," She moaned, eyes shut, hands pulling tightly to his dark locks. Emma knew how wet she must have been. Her panties had to have been soaked through at this point. He switched to her other breast kneading the other with his hand. Softly rolling and pinching her over sensitive nipple, careful not to cause her any pain.

Killian simultaneously dragged his hand down to unbutton her jeans, in order to give her what she really needed. Emma lifted her hips up off the couch slightly, helping him peel off her pants and underwear in one smooth motion. The moment they were off the smell of her arousal coated the air. It set a fire deep within Killian to satisfy each and every one of her carnal needs.

"Bloody hell, love. There's an ocean between your legs," Killian groaned, not knowing where to start first. "Tell me what you need, Emma. Tell me," He urged, his cock throbbing painfully in his half open trousers.

"Touch me," She whined, her chest heaving, anticipating for what was still to come.

"Where, love? Here?" Killian teased, sliding a single finger through her sodden flesh.

"Yes! KIllian, more!" She whimpered, desperate for a release. She had no idea what had gotten into her. She had never felt like this before. Of course Killian always made her feel special and wonderful and always could turn her on, but this was a completely different ball park. It was like her body was going to expode. Every touch made her want to scream, and Killian was starting to pick up on it.

"I want to hear what you need, Emma. If you need more or less, faster or slower, I want to know," God, what's hotter than a man wanting to know exactly what you want? He then seized the torturous teasing, giving her what she truly desired. Dipping down he gently made an experimental lick through her folds from top to bottom, wanting to see her reaction to his touch. She gasped upon contact of his wickedly talented tongue. When he reached her clit Emma gasped.

"Fuck," She moaned, her hands flying to this head between her legs.

"Is this what you want, love?" Killian asked, placing his tongue flat on her sensitive nub.

"Yes," She choked out, throwing her head back to the soft cushions of the couch. Gently he sucked her delicate bud into his mouth. It never took him long to push her over the edge, but in this time it was borderline embarrassing. Waves of pleasure came crashing down around her. Before Emma could speak she felt Killian's capable arms lifting her to his chest, switching places so she was straddling him again like she had been previously.

He kissed her until they were both a quivering mess of anticipation and need. Emma could feel his length bobbing and teasing her between her legs. Just a quick tilt of her hips and she was welcoming him into her slick heat, not even bothering to fully remove his pants. Their twin moans mingled, echoing throughout their shared home. A home that was about to be more than just a family of three.

They both moved at the perfect rhythm with just the right pressure, quickly building into both of their spectacular climaxes. Emma always loved riding him like this. Being so close to him while sharing their bodies in pleasure was a feeling she hadn't known before she met Killian. She accelerated the movement of her hips, maneuvering faster, driving herself down until he found that spot deep within her igniting a familiar fire.

"Bloody hell, love. Don't stop," Hook urged. Knowing he was close he dropped his hand to where the were joined, drawing lazy circles over his lover's clit. Keening at his touch Emma instanting fell apart above him, combusting at the seams. Her release trigger his own. Kissing her, moaning into her mouth helping one another ride out their climaxes until they were both spent.

Once they came down from their highs Killian placed a tender kiss to her forehead before lifting her up, carrying them both to their bedroom. Moving her up stairs was a little difficult to manage, especially balancing with one hand, but he enjoyed the feeling of her pressed up against him in his arms.

Killian set his love on the bed, before making his way to the bathroom to get a washcloth. He affectionately wiped away the evidence of their mixed release and tucked her into bed. He discarded the towel into the laundry hamper and then joined his Swan under the sheets, snuggling in close. Emma rested her head in his chest, soothing herself with the sound of his heart. Hook placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, smelling the sweet aroma of her hair.

"I still can't believe we are having a baby. I mean you have our child growing inside of you. It all just seems surreal," Killian smiled, gazing into her perfect green eyes.

"I know, it seems so unreal that a few months from now I'll be huge, waddling around and emotionally unstable. You think you are up to that?" Emma laughed.

"No, you will still be my wonderfully beautiful and ever so talented wife that I love more than anything in this world. And the fact that you're carrying my child will make you that much more incredibly irresistible," He added, winning a grin from his wife.

"You're sure you still gonna want me when I'm fat and yelling at you?" She giggled, running her fingers through his dark coarse chest hair.

"Emma Swan, there will never be a time that I won't find you the most desirable woman in all the realms," He sang, and she knew everything he was saying he truly meant with all his heart. Not capable of finding the right words to say, Emma gave him a sweet kiss to his lips.

"How old is our little bean?" Killian questioned, rubbing his calloused hand over her belly. She found the gesture incredibly comforting.

"Well, I'm not completely sure could be four to six weeks. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. We should know more then," She explained, getting excited just talking about what's to come.

"Can I come, love?" Hook wondered, as he stroked her back.

"You want to?" Emma questioned, looking up at him through her thick lashes, a little half smile forming on her lips.

"Of course I want to. I want to be there for every moment of this. Where else would I want to be, love?" He promised with that look in his piercing blue eyes. Killian accidentally glanced over at the clock on their bedside table to see that it was almost 9pm. "Love, have you ate at all recently?" Hook implored, with a tint of concern in his voice.

"Not since 11am, but I'm not starving or anything," Emma began, trying to tell him she was fine.

"Nonsense, love. You need to eat something as soon as possible. Would you like me to make you one of my famous grilled cheeses?" Killian suggested, already dragging himself away from Emma's warm embrace.

"Great sex and grilled cheese? What is it my birthday or something?" She teased, flashing him a grateful yet sassy smirk.

"You better get used to it darling. We have to make sure our little bean here is fed and happy. So for that to happen I first have to take care of you, my love. Your heart's desire, that's all I want you to have," He insisted while pulling up a pair of pants he found on the floor.

Ten minutes later killian returned with two plates full of food, and the biggest smile she had ever seen. They sat there in bed eating grilled cheese just simply enjoying the fact that they were gonna bring new life into this world. And in that moment every doubt, fear, and worry she had only mere hours ago was gone. Because Emma knew that they were gonna do this like they did everything else, together.