I do not own OUAT, any of it's cast or characters or plots. However, I am a faithful watcher and I am very interested to see how season 7 will go. This is just a prompt thing that I found online but then as I wrote it morphed into something entirely different! I figured I would try it out and see how it goes. I hope you enjoy because you all rather seemed to like the love potion one.

Helping Hand

3rd Person

Emma Swan has worked for Jones Enterprises for nearly four years now as head of creative designs. She always loved art as a child and when her boss, the owner of the company, Killian Jones, suggested she became the leader of the team she jumped at the chance. She began working for him four years ago and has been grateful for him ever since, especially the friendship they developed over those years.

Killian wasn't exactly a massively approachable man, always working and barely took a break before he met Emma, who (since she came) has forced him to take a coffee break with her every lunch. Emma has never been a social butterfly herself, her past scarring her and putting mile high walls around her so she couldn't get close to people as easily as others.

That was until she met Killian.

He hired her when no one else would. She had been living in a run down motel and was selling off anything she could find just to make ends meet, and had spent all of her money on an appropriate outfit for the interview for an admin job at his office. It had rained like hell and she'd turned up drenched, miserable and hardly hopeful.

But as luck would have it, Killian had been the exact same, having been late to work since his car broke down and had to run from the bus stop. He had been halfway to the office when Emma had been going the same way and offered him her umbrella to share, which he accepted before they realized who the other was.

It's safe to say they laughed quite hard before he'd given a half-assed interview and gave her the job, which she excelled at and had helped him with ideas so much that he promoted her to head of creative designs.

Since she began four years ago, she's prided herself on being independent, strong and never needed help, not ever, although she doesn't turn it down when Killian offers to help her. Sometimes she does, but it's rare considering he's her boss and she actually rather enjoys hearing his input.

Killian probably knows the most about her than any of her friends for years, the only man she can trust completely (aside from David but do foster brothers count?) to always stay by her side. Killian, David, and Mary Margaret have been the only constants in her life, and only they know her darkest secrets she'd never tell anyone else.

Only those three people know she's an orphan, that she grew up being bounced from home to home, never knowing her purpose. The only three who know that she felt so adrift for such a long time like she didn't belong until she got her job, the only three that know and will ever know about her teenage pregnancy that ended in a stillborn she's never fully gotten over.

It was after she had her baby and lost him on the same day that she vowed to become something better for her child, to be a better person, get an honest job, and a year later she had met Killian, and he'd learned everything.

They're the only people in the world, aside from Doctors and Nurses, who know that nearly two months ago she decided she wanted to have another baby. She's financially stable, has a good apartment on a safe street, a safe building with nice neighbors. But all of that aside, she has friends to help her, a fantastic boss who's also her friend and will understand, and she really, really, wanted a baby.

Initially, Emma had wanted to consult Mary Margaret seeing as she's a mother to a little boy who adores Emma, but she knows that if she asked her anything that everyone would know by the end of the day, and David would tell Mary Margaret since they're married- plus, she doesn't really want to consult her brother first. So she had gone to her best friend, to Killian:

Emma walked into his room, playing with her hands, her nails picking at her other nails, her hair up in a ponytail to stop her from chewing it. "Killian, have you got a moment?" She asks, seeing him on his computer, not seeming overly busy.

"For you, always." He winks, smiling. "What's up?" Killian asks, twirling in his chair a little to face her as she sits on the chair opposite. "You look nervous, you have on odd earrings, your hair is up so you won't bite it and your nails are all chipped, what's wrong?"

She blushes at how well he knows her, running her hands over her thighs with a nervous sigh, deciding to bite the bullet and just tell him. "I want a baby." She swallows at how confused he looks. "I know I might sound crazy, since what happened…before. With, well-"

"Not crazy." He whispers softly, standing and walking around his desk to kneel by her, looking both admiring and confused. "But…I fail to see why you're telling me, I mean it's not like I'm your husband or anything of that type of nature-"

"You're my best friend." She whispers, biting her lip. "I-I really want this. I keep seeing mothers in Granny's when we have lunch, I see Mary Margaret and David with baby Leo, I see you with your new niece, I…Killian, I want this." She blinks back her tears. "I needed your advice, your support, please support me on this-"

"Swan," He whispers, cutting her off and taking her hands. "I support you, of course, I do, I always will unless I think it's stupid. And this isn't stupid, I completely understand. My only real question is how?"

"I hope you know how babies are made-"

"No, love, I mean how because I know you. I know you don't want to just…find some man and do it. That's not you. So, how? And how can I help?"

She swallows softly, staring at him for a moment, obviously debating it in her head before whispering softly, barely audible. "Sperm donor." She plays with his hands gently, stroking his knuckle with her thumb. "Uhm, that's how."

"How can I help?" He asks. "Do you need contacts? Do you need someone to go with you, someone to be there after or during or whatever? What do you need?"

She stares at him for a moment, her eyes trailing over his face, and sniffles, blinking back her frightened tears, terrified of his reaction, and coughs once. "I, uh, I want…you." She whispers fearfully. "I have been debating this in my head for so long, so many months, spoken to my doctors and nurses and so many women who have done it. Some of them said their only regret was not knowing because they don't want to have to explain it all later to the child."

He still looks confused, obviously not understanding her meaning, and quirks an eyebrow. "Uhm, okay? I don't quite get where you're headed with this."

"Killian, I want you to be the father." She whispers, watching his face morph from confusion to something she can't place. "Before you say no, hear me out, please?" He gives a small nod to continue, and she can't help but smile at the fact he always lets her explain herself, knowing she's bad at words.

"Okay, Swan, continue." He whispers.

"We've been friends for years, we know each other so well, I practically live at your place, I'm there every night, we both aren't dating so there's no girlfriend or boyfriend to factor into the equation, I trust you, we know each other's medical history, our kid would want for nothing and it'd be super cute because, I mean, have you looked in the mirror?" She tries to joke. "And I know you want a family, that you're worried by the time you find someone it'll be too late and you can't have a family. I know you want to be a dad just as much as I want to be a mother and this way we get that."

He had nodded along with her words, agreeing with the points she made and presses a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "C-Can I think about it at least?" He asks. "Five minutes ago I was writing an email about selling a ship, now I'm thinking about becoming a father. I think I need to think before I agree or disagree-"

"Take as much time as you need." She whispers softly. "I am not pressuring you, I promise, I just know I'd regret it if I didn't ask."

That had been a week ago, a long week, probably the longest week of her life.

Luckily, Killian hadn't changed around her, still acting the same as usual when they had lunch, joking around and flirting, but she hoped it stayed that way. She didn't say anything to their friends, hoping he didn't either as he knows how private she'd want to keep this. Just between them until he agrees or disagrees.

She really hoped he agrees.

After a week, on a Friday exactly seven days after she had asked, he texts her, asking her to come to his like usual, as if he knew she had been debating it. She initially thought about declining, in case she said something stupid, but declined the idea in her head. He was her best friend, hopefully, he always will be and she won't let her fear of rejection stand in the way of that.

After they ate their regular Friday night take out and were nursing two beers, he finally turned down the volume on the television, coughing once. "Swan?"

She bites her lip, glancing at him nervously like she knows he'll say no, like she's terrified of hearing the words and hearing her dream crash and burn. "Yes?" She whispers, the light from the TV flashing on her nervous face, eyes wide and afraid.

He stares at her for a moment, taking a sip from his beer. "I want to be part of my baby's life." He whispers, watching her eyes fill with hope like he's never seen from her before. "Promise me that I will be as involved as any bloody decent father is. I want to be there for the appointments to get the inseminations, the check-ups, the pregnancy tests, and the scans, even the bloody birthing classes. Promise me?"

Emma quickly nods, placing her beer on a coaster on the table (since it's cold beer and he has a wooden coffee table, he won't have marks on his furniture, no thank you) and taking his from him to place it next to hers. "As long as you promise to keep it that way." She whispers, smiling wide.

"Then yes." He smiles softly, gasping when she practically throws herself at him, laughing softly as he hugs her back, stroking her back. "Yes, Swan, we're having a baby." He whispers, chuckling at how strange it sounds.

"We're having a baby." She cries happily into his chest. "Thank you, thank you so much." She whispers, pulling away and kissing his cheek. "You're so amazing, you're going to be the most perfect, wonderful, amazing, dad okay?"

"And you'll be a wonderful," He takes her hand and kisses her knuckle, wrapping her arm around him so he can pull her closer. "Lovely," He kisses her forehead, stroking her hair gently like they always do when she falls asleep in his arms, cuddling because it's comfy or too cold. "Amazing, brilliant, fantastic mother." He kisses her hairline again gently, smiling. "Now, what do you say we look at doctors tomorrow and talk money?"

"I've been saving, I think I found a good doctor who'd be willing to do it-"

"No, no." He immediately stops her, stroking her hair back a little so she can look up at him. "I'm all in, we're doing this together. That includes payment and picking a doctor and all of it, okay?"

"Okay, but only if you're sure." She whispers, smiling wide. "Thank you, thank you so-"

"It's okay, no thank you's are necessary."

Over the next couple of weeks, they pick a doctor together, deciding whom they want and when it'll happen. Emma sits in the waiting room as the nurse takes him to a room to 'deposit his specimen' and she tries to ignore the giggle that bubbles up in her throat at the thought of him having to do it in a cup. He comes back thoroughly embarrassed and quite red, but he sits with her and waits for her exam before they're taken into a room where she sits up on the bed, looking around.

"This is fun." She had commented casually, giggling when Killian was playing around with some of the doctor's equipment and was holding onto forceps, playing with the tongs until he had heard Emma's laughter. "Killian, that's used to hold open a ladies vagina in childbirth and assist the baby out-"

He quickly drops them with a loud crash onto the table, wiping his hands on his trousers quickly, wrinkling his nose. "Couldn't have told me that before could you?" She shakes her head and he can't help but laugh, sitting on the chair next to her as the doctor walks in.

"Miss Swan?" She nods to confirm it's her. "Doctor Henley, nice to meet you." The woman shakes both her and Killian's hands. "I'm just going to an internal examination and ask you some questions before you set up an appointment to be inseminated, it's just procedure so don't worry."

Emma nods quickly, blushing as she knows exactly what an internal examination entails, and smiles softly at him when Killian takes her hand as a sign of support that he'll only leave if she wants, which she doesn't. He wants to be all in, and that includes being with her for the awkward stages before she's pregnant.

After the hard part is over and she's dressed again, sat in an uncomfortable hospital chair next to Killian, the doctor asks her some mildly inappropriate questions for Killian to hear, but he doesn't seem to mind.

(If he does, he doesn't mention it, which she's very grateful for.)

"Miss Swan, do you have a history of pregnancies, miscarriages and live births?" Her doctor asks, noting in her head the way Emma swallowed roughly before nodding. "Care to elaborate?"

"I got pregnant as a teenager." Emma answers, leaning marginally closer to Killian and he squeezes her hand for comfort. "I…l-Well, I was seven months and there was a complication…an incident more like and I…lost him." She whispers, blinking back tears. "That's why I waited and why I spoke to my personal doctor about this before and why Killian is here and why I want another…I might sound crazy or whatever, but, this is all I want, and I'm going to be so much more careful than I was before."

"The complication slash incident, what was it? If you don't mind sharing of course." The woman leans a little forward in her chair, looking sympathetic, obvious feeling sorry for her but she manages to hide it well.

"I slipped," Emma states, wiping at her eyes. "I was working as a waitress in some diner, trying to make enough money, I wouldn't accept help from my foster brother who was trying to make it easier on me. I had this crappy apartment that I thought I could actually make into a home despite the fact he offered for me to live with him and his wife, but I didn't want to accept the help. So I was working and I slipped on some water, hit my stomach as I fell."

Her doctor nods, writing this down discreetly as Killian wraps an arm around her to comfort her. "I'm sorry." She says softly. "But, the good news, at least, is that it's not because of any complication with you personally, which means you are able to try again, and this time you have someone there who I can tell isn't letting you be as independent as before, in the best way."

Emma nods quickly, offering her a smile and takes the handkerchief that Killian keeps in his pocket to wipe her eyes, knowing he always keeps it there as his mother gave it to him before she died and he'd hate to part with it. "Yeah, he's pretty great." She says softly. "I wouldn't be surprised if I was being wheeled around in a chair before I'm even showing."

Unable to help it, Killian chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to her hairline. "Maybe a couple of weeks after, eh love?"

The doctor smiles before moving on, obviously not wanting to upset her any more than before, so she carries on as swiftly as she can. "What's your current method of contraception?"

With a small laugh, Emma answers softly. "Not having sex in a year."

Killian ignores the small feeling in his gut of relief.

After a few more interesting yet both uncomfortable questions, the doctor finally moves onto him, and he sits up a little straighter, having looked it up online so he was prepared for whatever the doctor asked him. "Mr. Jones, have you fathered any other children before?" He shakes his head quickly. "Have you ever had any infections, surgeries or hernias?"

"Only for my hand." He holds up his fake hand, twisting it off to show the fact it wasn't real, blushing softly at the doctor's surprised face, obviously not having expected it. "I used to be in the Navy, got into an accident, lost my hand." He shrugs, having made his peace with it.

In reality he nearly lost his brother but by some miracle, Liam Jones had made it after spending quite a long time in a coma, but he was completely recovered now and had been quite supportive when Killian had met up with him to tell him about his decision to be a donor for Emma, but that's a story for another time.

"How are your lifestyle habits, meaning how much exercise you do, your levels of stress, caffeine, alcohol intake, do you smoke? How often if you do?" She asks him softly, not seeming at all concerned about any of the things she asked him about like she knows his answers.

"I take a jog every morning, except Sunday's where I go to the gym. Emma and I go boxing on Thursday afternoons. As for stress, I own my own company with my brother, all of our clients and suppliers or whoever else are all very friendly, and it's hardly as stressful as it could be. I drink a cup of tea every morning; sometimes coffee but not often and I have a drink with my mates at the pub at least once a month, but it's usually only a glass or two of rum since Emma is usually there and I would prefer not to be hammered around her."

The doctor chuckles softly at this, nodding along with his words and writing down what she needs to write.

"As for smoking, I only have a cigar with my brother at New Year, as we always have."

"That all sounds wonderful, Mr. Jones. Lastly, are you on any medications, over the counter or otherwise?"

"Only over the counter pain medication if it's needed, which isn't often as Emma is quite the healer, she has far too many remedies to try before I would turn to pills." He jokes softly, making Emma blush softly, smiling wide.

The doctor pretends to ignore a number of times he's mentioned being better for her, doing things to make her happy, sounding much more like a husband than a good friend.

"Thank you, Miss Swan and Mr. Jones, is next Wednesday good to begin the insemination process?"

They both nod quickly, wearing matching smiles, and Emma resists the urge to cry from how happy she is that she's finally going to have a baby, that they can do this and it's all okay.

"Yes, that's perfect."

That's chapter one finished! :) I apologise about the fact there's an insanely long doctors thing but I didn't know how else to slip in Emma's story about her baby, and also (to me at least) it shows the kind of beginning of what is hinting at something more between them. It all starts with little thoughts and feelings and you have to let it grow instead of just...being together. But there are fun times ahead so you'll have that to look forward too!

Anyway, comment or review or kudos or whatever it is that you do and let me know your feelings on this.

Thank you!