Hello, everyone! Welcome to the newest story in my still-yet-to-be-officially-named series! I have a few things to get out of the way first so please be patient while I keep house for a moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, Killian Jones/Captain Hook, any of the dialogue from the show (though it will be used at times), any other OUaT characters, any J.M. Barrie characters, etc. What I do own is the interpretation of Tinkerbell and Peter or any other characters we do not/rarely see on the show. That being said, Tinkerbell and Peter Pan are not Rose McIver or Robbie Kay. Lastly, this story will be incredibly AU - meaning Alternate Universe for those who don't seem to know.

Cast List: Lucy Hale as Isabel Jones/Tinkerbell, Chandler Riggs as Peter, Nathan Fillion as William Smith, Danica McKellar as Celeste Jones/Luna Rose, Ian Harding as Terence. Whenever I add a new character, I will let you guys know who has been cast as that character.

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Any acknowledgements (which I do every chapter) will be posted once chapter 1 is ready to be published! These will also be from the final chapter of TWLO And now...onto the story!

Enchanted Forest - Past

Isabel laid on the couch in her and Killian's living room. She probably should have been up doing stuff around the house, but she couldn't bring herself to. Lately, it had been hard for Isabel to do much of anything. She didn't really see the point of it. She lumped her sudden laziness with her failure as a wife. After nearly five years of being married to Killian, they still had yet to have a child. It wasn't for lack of trying. Some nights it was all they could do to sit through dinner before having at one another. Even with all of their practice, Isabel never found herself pregnant. And the townspeople didn't make it any better. Just as they whispered behind her back when she and Killian were first together, they now whispered of their childless home. If they weren't saying Killian was cheating on Isabel, it was that one of them had suddenly become repulsed by one another so sex never happened. No matter what, though, they didn't blame him. They blamed her. It wasn't as if she didn't blame herself to begin with.

She didn't want to be that person, blaming herself for something it might not be the time for. She remembered her mother saying things that were meant to happen would happen in their own time. However, with the time that had passed in their marriage, she and Killian hadn't even had a little bit of hope. No false signs of pregnancy or anything. Not that Isabel wanted her and Killian to get their hopes up only to have it be taken away from them. They would probably give up. She didn't want to give up, but it was starting to look a little grim for them. As much as she didn't want to say that she hadn't given up on getting pregnant, she was starting to. For Killian, she would keep trying. It was getting somewhat ridiculous, though, and with half the village deciding that it was her fault completely, she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to keep her husband.

Because that was definitely something he could leave her over. She wasn't producing children so he was not getting something important to him. Killian wanted children. He talked about it all the time. They would walk through the market when he would take a lunch break from working. He would laugh at the children running around. He'd tell her how he couldn't wait to have a few little ones causing chaos in the market. He couldn't wait to have a little girl that everyone doted upon like they had Isabel. Being a father was important to Killian. He was going to fix all the mistakes his father made by not making them. He was going to be there for his children. It was of the utmost importance to him, and Isabel's body couldn't comply. The villagers probably would not fault him for leaving her. She wouldn't fault him either if she were being honest.

The door to the cabin opened. She sat up slowly and watched Killian walked in. He smiled at her, but the smile disappeared. Crossing the room to her, he sat next to her on the couch and pulled her into his arms. He ran his fingers through her hair. "What's wrong, my love?"

She snuggled into his chest, not really wanting to answer. Isabel just shook her head. She wanted to tell him that she was tired, that she didn't feel well. He wouldn't question that. Then again, he might think she was pregnant.

He pulled back to look her, hands on her shoulders. "You know you can talk to me, darling. What's been going on with you, lately?"

"It's nothing. How was work? Father still giving you a hard time?" she asked.

"No. He's not. And whatever is going on, it's something. You haven't smiled in a very long time," he stroked her cheek. "I'm starting to worry."

She shook her head. "Please don't."

"Okay. We don't have to talk if you don't want to. Your father invited us to dinner if you want to go," he told her.

"I honestly don't feel like going, but if you want to join him, go ahead," she shrugged. Killian frowned. Isabel didn't normally pass up going to dinner with her father. She hardly ever turned down a free meal. If she didn't feel like going, then something was certainly wrong, and Isabel knew he would pick up on it. Looking over at him, she took a deep breath and placed her hand over his. "Don't worry about me," she told him. "I'm just not in the mood for socializing."

"If you say so," he mumbled. He turned his hand over to hold hers. "Shall I prepare dinner instead?"

She nodded. "That would be nice."

"Shall I try my hand at soup again?" he asked.

Isabel giggled softly. "If you want to burn the house down. Porridge will do fine."

"But we had porridge for breakfast," he whined.

"Then what do you want for dinner?" she challenged, nudging him slightly

He looked her over, licking his bottom lip before giving her a cheeky grin. "Does my wife count?"

No matter how many times he said things like that to her, she found herself blushing every time. This time was no different. A rosy tint colored her cheeks as she nodded. "You know, Killian. I think that might count for something."

Standing, he pulled her off the couch with him. He gave her a quick kiss and brought her arms up to circle around his neck. He carefully lifted her, arms catching her underneath the knees. With another kiss he carried her to their bedroom.

He watched his wife carefully. She was sleeping soundly beside him. It was the first time in a long time that she wasn't spending the night tossing and turning. He wasn't quite sure what was going on with her, but he actually had an idea of what it might be. Killian was very well aware of the talk going around the village. People talked about how strange it was they hadn't had a child yet. Even Harry's men were trying to whisper into his ear that something was amiss. He refused to believe anything he heard, though. Everything being said, from physical to marital troubles, was complete rubbish to Killian. They would have a baby when the gods willed it. Until then, everyone needed to mind their business. It didn't bother him, but that didn't mean that it didn't bother Isabel. Normally, she didn't listen to them. He still had to wonder what all got to her and what didn't.

He also figured their lack of a child must be taking a toll on her happiness. She wanted to be a mother. She wanted a family. It probably felt rather hopeless at times. After trying and trying to have a baby, it simply wasn't happening. She thought she was fooling him into thinking everything was just fine. He knew her too well. She could fool anyone else but never him. Killian didn't want to push her into telling him what was wrong. Eventually she would come around, tell him everything that had been bugging her. Maybe they could figure out a solution. They could work on it together. As long as they continued to love each other, nothing would matter. Not what anyone said about the two of them. Not the fact they were still childless after five years. None of it. He would tell her all that as soon as she talked to him.

The sun peeked into the window, and she stirred in her sleep; eyes opening slowly. Isabel still hated waking up early. When it came to waking up with the sun, Isabel was the first to call it meaningless and silly. Of course, she would say that but she got up just like Killian did. After all, she refused to let him go to work on an empty stomach. He was almost certain that, once he left for work, she would go back to bed and sleep a few more hours. For a moment, Isabel seemed like she was about to go back to sleep, but she looked over at him and smiled softly.

"Morning," she greeted him groggily. "How did you sleep?"

"Not very much," he answered. Might as well be honest with her.

She frowned. "Why not?"

Her pout brought a smile to Killian's face. Bringing his hand up, he stroked her cheek with his knuckles. "I just couldn't. Too worried about you."

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine." She nuzzled his hand. "But I appreciate the sentiment I suppose."

"I do have to worry about you, love. You're my wife," he sighed.

"But nothing's the matter." She looked him in the eyes, but not matter how many times she said it, he could see that something was wrong. Her eyes sparkled when she was at her happiest. As he looked into them, he saw a dullness to them.

Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath. "Isabel, I know you're not being honest with me. Please talk to me. Whatever it is, we can fix it. Together. Whatever I…" his voice cracked just slightly and a lump was forming in his throat. "Whatever I did, I'll make it better."

Isabel started shaking her head, and Killian figured she was just going to shut him down again. While he didn't want to pressure her into telling him, he felt like he should ask. She certainly was never one to hide her feelings. It was nothing for her to tell someone exactly what was on her mind. When it came to this, she bit her tongue and chose to ignore what was going on. He was scared he would go another day without an answer, but instead of telling him to just let it go, she started to sob. She clung to him; tears wetting his chest. He stroked her hair and instantly kicked himself. He hadn't meant to make her cry. Not at all, but he had been so desperate for an answer from her that he pushed. He never meant to, yet he had. Now his wife was crying in his arms. His heart clenched in his chest so tightly that he felt as if it might stop at any moment. He felt like he would deserve it if it had.

"It's not you," she finally told him. Looking up at him, her lip trembled and another tear fell down her cheek. "I'm the problem."

"What are you talking about?" he asked. His voice was soft, but it was breaking like it had before. Killian felt as if he were on the verge of tears.

She swallowed thickly. "I think I'm the reason we can't have a baby."

"That's ridiculous," he shook his head.

"No. It isn't. I don't know why, but I feel like there is something inside me that just doesn't want it to happen. I've tried to ignore it, tried to…to will it to happen. It always wins, though. Always." She took his hand and put it on her stomach. "Whenever we try, there's this emptiness that takes over. This disheartening, gloomy barrenness that tells me I'm not meant to be a mother. It wasn't there for the first year, but it's started taking over. And it's not that I'm not…satisfied. The feeling prevails over everything else."

Killian's thumb stroked over her skin for a moment, and he sighed. It sounded more like she wanted to give up. They had been trying since they'd gotten married to have a baby. Nothing came of it. He understood how daunting it seemed. He didn't want to admit it, but he had grown a little dismayed himself. And they had been so preoccupied with her getting pregnant that sometimes it felt like they were just going through the motions. Sure they still enjoyed themselves whenever they made love. It was the aftermath that seemed rather inauspicious. Just the night before, they enjoyed themselves immensely. Yet, when it was over and they were both sated, it was as if nothing ever happened. They separated. She fell asleep. He worried the entire night if she were okay even though he was sure he already knew the answer.

He kissed her softly. "I don't know what to tell you. I don't think there's anything I can say that will make any of it better except that I love you. Isabel Jones, I love you more than anything. We may never have children, but it will not be because of anything you or I did. If it isn't meant to happen, then it'll be okay." Pulling her back into his chest, he smoothed his hand over her back. He wasn't sure if his words were reassuring. He could only hope.

"I don't wanna lose you," she mumbled.

"You won't," he told her. "I'm not giving up on us. You shouldn't either."

"I'm not," she shook her head.

"Good, and you shouldn't give up on our baby yet." It was a risk telling her that he still wanted to try. If she had given up completely, then he was too late to ask her not to. No matter how confident he'd been when they first met, he actually was always scared he would lose her after he got her. He was lucky to have Isabel in his life. By asking her not to give up, he was afraid he was pushing her to continue trying. He was afraid she would leave him. He watched her for a second. Her face was blank. He didn't know what to make of it.

"You think I'm giving up?" she bit her lip.

"I don't know," he shrugged.

She closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm not. I want a child."

That brought a smile to his face. "Maybe our child takes after you. Taking their time and waiting to make a grand entrance."

"Quite dramatic of them, don't you think?" She giggled, actually giggled, and his smile grew bigger.

"Like I said, they take after you. Why don't we just take a break? Not think about it so much, stop putting so much pressure on having a baby. Maybe…hopefully, it'll happen when we least expect it." He brushed a bit of hair from her face.

She nodded. "We'll just enjoy ourselves, right? Not refraining? Because we both know we can't keep away from one another."

"My gods, Isabel! A break doesn't mean stopping! I meant we just don't get out hopes up. Push it from our mind. How can it happen when we aren't expecting it if we stop altogether?" he chuckled. "Besides, there's no way I'm giving you up. You're too fucking beautiful, and I'm too weak of a man." With that, he pushed her back onto the bed and moved himself over her. "And I propose we start now."