This is the start of a new thing I'm starting. I am going to post one shots here every now and then. Each one shot will be a chapter and they may or may not be connected. This one's a one time thing and won't continue ;)

I got this message on Tumblr from a lovely anon:

"Could you write a fic were emma discovers that she's pregnant and she's excited but afraid because the relationship between she and killian has just began and she doesn't know what he's gonna think. And he obviously is super happy and basically fluff. Please (Sorry if my English is terrible)"

I would like to believe that both Emma and Hook are both more carful but I still wrote it and it's not the best I've ever written but I'm writing which is good.

It's a shock; plain and simple. She's been worried for the last week, hoping that it was just nature playing a trick on her, only she's never late, not this much at least. This cannot possibly be happening. She and Hook have only been (officially) dating for a little over 6 months now and it's been the happiest 6 months of her life. When she'd first decided to actually ask him out on a real date she was open to the idea of them, knowing how much he meant to her and vice versa but she had never in her wildest dreams believed anyone if they had told her that she would fall head over heels for the pirate.

The last 6 months had gone by so fast, what with the Snow Queen and Elsa rivalling it out, her moving into her own apartment with Henry, and her spending almost every minute of every day with Killian. It had almost become a town joke to ask if they'd lost a leg when they were not in each other's company.
The relationship had not been easy, to say the least. When she first realised how much she'd fallen for him it had scared her. She knew him so well she knew that he was never going to give up on them, or that he was never going to leave her but she also knew he was a pirate and would always be one. There had been times where she feared he would lose himself in darkness again, when a certain Storybrooke resident had tried to lure him to the side of the villains once again and only her love had managed to keep him true. It had been a struggle not just for their relationship but also for each of them as a person. But they had grown on the task and they had made it work. The relief after he'd admitted his fears to her, of not being enough for her, of never being good enough to deserve her, after her telling him time and time again that she loved him the way he was – yes, she'd actually confessed her love for him before he declared his for her (in the exact words) – and that she was in this, they had moved on to a different stage in their relationship. They'd always been very physical with each other – she'd wanted to devour him the night of their first date and the desire had never really faltered after that – and he had always been very open about his feelings for her but after she'd finally opened up to him about hers, they never went back.
Quite often now they had conversations about their future, something Emma never dared to go into before and in the past two months the question of him moving into her apartment had come up more than once. He was still staying at Granny's officially but he spent more time at her place than there and if she had learnt one thing from her parents it was what true love was supposed to be like. As much as it frightened her, she knew that Killian was it for her so why bother waiting? Only, that was a question when it came to moving in together; her current problem was much more distressful than that.

The bathtub curb didn't feel particularly comfortable and reassuring but she was too shocked to move.
Her life in Storybrooke came with lots of adventures and her body responded to it in different ways so being late by a few days had never given her cause for pause. She hadn't bothered to think more of it when it happened again. Then, after she was a week late she'd started to worry a little bit, but would not consider that maybe, just maybe, it meant that even being careful was not always enough. Then came the moment where she had to admit to herself that that was the only possible thing and it led her to sitting on her bathtub, a stick in her hand and a very telling, stupid and utterly unwelcome plus showing on it.
"Fuck…," she sighed, running her finger through her hair, making a mess out of it.
Seriously, how could this have happened? The moment she and Hook had become intimate she'd decided to go on birth-control because there was no way she was going to have another baby right now and she'd also introduced Hook to the modern invention of condoms – which had been a rather hilarious moment, she still remembered the priceless look on his face when she told him what those weird rubbery things were for – so this was just…impossible. (Statistically it was possible but how could she be that tiny little percentage to whom this happened? Was fate playing a trick on her?)

She tried to get up but her legs were shaking. What was she going to do? She felt like she was 18 again, sitting in a cell with a positive pregnancy test in her hand, knowing she could never ever be a mother but also knowing that she would never deny this child life.
This time she was already a mother though, which led her thoughts to someone else. Henry.
What was he going to say? Her son was supportive of her relationship with Hook because he saw how happy it made her and he only wanted her to be happy but she knew that sometimes he was still a bit sceptic. He liked Killian, the two of them got on really well and had taken up the habit of going on boat trips together but there was still something holding Henry back from completely accepting the pirate.
Her head was spinning and she had to steady herself on the bathtub. The test she threw in the bin, not wanting to look at it again (it was the third test she'd taken, they could not all have been wrong). She tried to sort her restless mind, focusing on the bath tiles, counting them from left to right realising that they needed to be cleaned again.
Her thoughts started to wander while she counted and she suddenly realised that actually, her thoughts weren't that bad. Yes, this was unexpected. Yes, this was not planned at all. But no, she wasn't actually scared. Scared had passed her long ago, when she had decided that her and Hook made total sense.
They had talked about family before, not in earnest but still. He'd asked her if she thought Henry would be her only child and she had jokingly replied that she didn't know, what did he think of the matter and Hook had smiled at her, saying "I think our offspring would be a gift to the world and us. Devilishly handsome, very witty, strong headed and completely brilliant." He'd said it with that cocky smile of his that never failed to make her knees weak but she knew he had meant what he said, he wasn't averse to the idea. And why not? They had a stable relationship (stable enough), they had already been talking about moving in and she could actually really imagine raising a kid with her dashing pirate.

"Emma?" she heard the voice of said pirate from the entrance hall. She had to take a deep breath before she shouted out a reply and finally stepped out of the bathroom, her legs still a little shaky.

"I'm here, Hook." Her voice sounded steady enough but Hook was very attuned to her so as soon as he stepped around the corner and saw her, there was a question written all over his face.

"How was your trip?" she asked him before he could say anything.

"Great. Henry's finally starting to get the hang of sailing and navigating. Now that he remembers all the fairy tales again, he's much more interested."

Emma smiled. Yes, her son had a knack for everything that was not quite from this world and the way Killian taught him was definitely not quite what you'd expect from sailing.

"Did you drop him off at Regina's?"

The pirate nodded. "Yes, he wanted to see her and I thought we could use the time for ourselves," he smirked, stepping closer to her and pulling her in by her hands. His arms reached around her and she had to squint up to look at him. There was the usual mischievous grin on his face that she had grown to love and that told her exactly where his mind was going and his eyes were almost worse, one eyebrow raised at her and the blue glimmering like the stars of the night sky. She couldn't help but break out into a wide smile herself, leaning in to kiss him.

His lips tasted of salt and sea and warmth and mostly just him and she sighed happily. "Using the time sounds perfect because I want to talk to you…" she hummed when they broke apart, both of them slightly breathless. Kissing him still felt like a new adventure every single time.
"Something important?"

"Maybe…" she replied, dragging him to the living room and plonking down on the sofa. Hook followed suit and she cuddled into him.
"Do you think he's lonely?"

"Hm?" Killian asked, not following her train of thought.

"Henry. Do you think he's lonely?" She peeked up at him. There was a curious look on his face. He knew something was up but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just so…"

"Emma, I know something is up, just tell me," the pirate encouraged her, gently squeezing her shoulder with his good hand.

"I…" she started but stopped again. She wasn't sure how to go about this. "Do you think fate exists?"

"What does that have to do with Henry?"

"Do you?"

"Yes. I think it was fate that you came to the Enchanted Forest and that we met there. We're meant for each other. But you already know that I believe that, darling."

She nodded. "Do you think sometimes fate plays tricks on you?"

"Would it be fate otherwise?" Killian asked back.

Emma shook her head. "I guess not," she sighed. She straightened up, taking in a cross-legged position and looked at her boyfriend. "So, if I told you that fate was playing a trick on us, what would you say?"

"Love, you're asking me a lot of questions with no apparent connection today. Just tell me what's wrong," Killian encouraged her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Unsure, she took his good hand into her two, staring at it for a little while, playing with his fingers. Then, very slowly, she guided it to her belly, placing it on top of it with a deep breath.
He wasn't entirely sure what she was doing but when she finally looked up, her eyes full of worry and questions written all over her face, realisation dawned on him. The surprise was evidently written on his face, as his eyes shifted to her belly and back to her face.
There was just as much uncertainty written on his face as there was on hers. He was waiting for her to say something but all she could manage was a little nod and that was all it needed for him to break out into the biggest smile she had ever seen.

"You're sure?" he inquired.

"I'm sure." Her reply was breathy, scared but she needn't be. There was no way his smile could've grown but it did. He pulled her in, throwing both arms around her, which resulted in a very awkward sitting position, but relief washed over her as he held her tight.
All the worry from the last few weeks, the worry from just a moment ago when she'd gotten confirmation, it all went away in a single heartbeat.
He was happy, elated actually, releasing her only so he could look at her. "You're really expecting our baby?"

A nervous laugh escaped her. "Yes Killian, I really am expecting our baby."

"How do you feel about it?"

"Better, now that I know you're okay with it," she confessed.

That's when he pulled her into his lap, bringing his arms around her to hold her close. Emma leaned into him, breathing in his familiar scent. It brought her even more comfort and she looked up at him.

Killian's eyes were very sincere. "Emma love, I am very much okay with it if you are. My love for you only grows each day…"

"You don't think it's too soon? You don't think we're not ready?"

"Darling, I have known that you're my only love for a very long time now and we have gone though so many things together already, a baby will only be a new adventure. I promise you, we're ready. We have time to prepare ourselves and I will not leave your side."

Emma smiled. Her pirate could be so cheesy sometimes but this was exactly what she needed to hear. She realised that the main worry she'd had was that he might not want this, that this would push him away from her, show him that she wasn't the one for him but it was the opposite. He promised not to go anywhere and she believed him with all her heart. She reached up to touch his face, caressing his cheek.

"I love you…" she hummed before pulling his face towards her and softly kissing him.