Okay please note, there is no sex in this fic, just mentions and non-descriptions. I have rated it M to be safe. If you don't have twitter or tumblr, then you are probably thinking wtf with this idea. There are theories going around that Emma could possibly be pregnant. The bts pics from 3x16 Best Laid Plans, were Captain Swan filming angst and a hug. There have been numerous amounts of people who have thought that either Emma is expecting or it was an ill-fitting jacket.

I am personally in the mix about the theory. In some ways, I think it would be some great drama for Emma and Hook for Emma to be pregnant, but in other ways, I find it highly unlikely. I am simply writing this for fun. I expect this fic to probably be around 3-5 chapters, and hope to have it completed before 4B starts.

Also, I have not forgotten my other fics. I am currently writing chapter 7 of Bad Days and Rougher Nights, which you will find on Archive Forum, as its contents exceed the M boundary by a mile for this site, so if you were following that keep a look out.

Chapter One:

How could she tell him?

Emma Swan had never considered the possibility that she would fall pregnant with Killian, well of course she had pictured it in the future a few times, but only after roughly around four months of dating, the thought had never crossed her mind.

Emma didn't know how long she had been pregnant for, but what she did know was that she and Killian had had first made love the night they learnt from Belle that Gold was no longer a threat. They headed down to the docks, took Leroy's boat out for the night, and made love under the stars, the gentle breeze taking away the stickiness of the hot evening. After that, they had spent the rest of the night whispering stories of their past, until Emma fell asleep, Killian soon following. And since then, Emma had lost count of how many times she had visited his room at Granny's in the nights that followed, but they had made sure that whenever they could, they were together. And clearly, right now as Emma could see, all their time together had had consequences.

She should have known something was off when she craved onion rings a few weeks ago. After having to cancel her lunch date with Killian, to chase after Cruella and Ursula with David, Emma had arrived at the station after the long day, and wanted nothing more than to have onion rings. So, she had called Killian and asked if he wanted to do lunch. He had happily accepted, and was also surprised to hear she wanted onion rings.

After their lunch and a round of darts, (which Killian won), they had made love in some clean blankets that Emma brought from Mary Margaret's. Emma didn't know what had come over her, but all she knew, she wanted nothing more than Killian in that moment. Of course, she had made sure to lock the entrance with magic, so David wouldn't be surprising them anytime soon, and considering he was out with Mary Margaret for the day and off duty, he more than likely would be keeping away. The cameras well, she would tell David that they failed, the power button going to the off option.

And then a couple of days went by and she found herself becoming moody and snapping at the smallest things. Killian had gotten the time wrong for lunch, and she had argued with him. Then, he hadn't answered his phone, and she had pulled up at the front of Granny's diner and told him off- in public. It was safe to say that Granny didn't know what to think of the blonde saviour having a go at the three-hundred year old pirate who had just ordered Emma her lunch and hot chocolate with cinnamon. And then she felt suddenly bad and had hugged him, muttering an apology in his ear, before joining him in Granny's, wolfing down the cheeseburger and chips.

It wasn't until she felt sick that it truly hit her that something could be off. She had been taking an early morning stroll down the beach, minus Killian, who had some clearing up to do with the fairies, when she had suddenly felt an acidic taste in her mouth, bent over, and retched. Of course that had to be the moment when Archie walked past with Pongo, having decided to now walk Pongo on the beach. Archie had been immediately concerned and concluded that she must have ate something funny, so Emma phoned David complaining of a stomach bug, spent the entire day curled up in Killian's room, he beside her, stroking her back softly and telling a story about he and Liam as children.

After two days of nausea, Emma realized that it can't have been a stomach bug. When she awoke in the morning, her sickness was at its worse, and by late evening she felt fine, fine enough that she could have a couple of rounds with the pirate. And then, during one of their sessions, Killian had begun to kiss down her chest, when she had gasped in pain. Her breasts were sore and very sensitive. Killian, thinking he had hurt her, didn't touch her for the rest of the night, instead he spent the entire night in a mood thinking he had done something wrong.

The next morning after that, Emma had concluded that she could possibly be pregnant, remembering having these symptoms with Henry, and against her protests that she wasn't, Emma found herself down the aisle of the pregnancy testing kits. Of course, the bigger problem was still to come. Sneezy, one of her mother's loyal followers was manning the shop that day, and he would suspect that it was something to do with Emma, so she had lied. Emma had said it was for a dog down at the Pet Shelter. Sneezy believed her. Ruby, who was in the shop at the time, didn't.

And so, that was how she came to stand there, in front of the bathroom mirror, breathing heavily, tears in her eyes, staring at the positive stick in her hand.

"Oh my god…" She whispered again, for the umpteenth time.

"Emma…"

Emma jumped at the sound of her mother's voice on the other side of the door.

"Are you okay? You've been in there for ten minutes already. I thought you were having a shower."

Emma gulped down the air in her throat and replied as normally as she could. "Just removing my make-up. Read it in a magazine this morning. Better to use wipes then hot water."

Mary Margaret was silent for a few moments, but soon responded. "Really. I might start doing that then."

Emma listened to Mary Margaret's retreating footsteps, before she wrapped the test in tissue, placing it in the bin, turning on the hot water.

Sometime during the time she was in the shower, David, Killian, Henry and Regina had arrived for a small family dinner. Even though the Queens of Darkness and Gold were once again running around town, Mary Margaret wanted to keep things as normal as she could, and dinner on a Sunday night was one of those things. Regina, being her step-mother, and Emma's step-grandmother was family, but Mary Margaret was now happy to call her a friend, the same for Emma. And Killian, well, even though she wasn't the biggest fan of the pirate, she could see how much Emma cared for him, and how much he loved Emma, and of course, if things continued to go on as smoothly between the pirate and the princess as they were now, Mary Margaret could see him marrying into their family officially. Henry, over the past couple of months, had come to accept Killian also. He saw how happy his mom was around the pirate, and how happy he made her, and as long as his mom was happy, he was.

Emma though was for from happy in that moment of time. If she had been home alone, she would have curled into a ball on the bathroom floor and sobbed. Her thoughts were settled on the fact that Killian would not want this baby and he would leave her, and once again, she would be all alone. Those negative thoughts never left her head, even when she exited the bathroom and found herself pulled into the loving embrace of Killian himself.

"Hello, love." He whispered in her ear, his arms coming around her stomach.

She flinched. She found herself picturing that he knew about the baby, and that he was proud he was going to be a father and that he was happy, but as quick as those thoughts settled in, the negative one's returned.

"Is there anything the matter?" Killian asked, pulling back and looking at her gently.

"No of course not. I'm just tired." She smiled in a fake manner, leaning up to kiss him.

Killian relaxed into the kiss, but he wasn't stupid. He knew something was bothering her, but this wasn't the time or place to question it.

So, just like he always did, he pulled out her chair at the table, and once she was sat, helped to push her in. After all, he was a gentleman and he believed in good form. He took his usual seat beside her, and then for the first time, Henry sat next to him, Regina on the other side. David brought in the roast lamb, whilst Mary Margaret carried the vegetables. Emma held her breath. The smell was not making her feel hungry, and as Killian dished her some dinner, she knew she would have to force herself to eat it, or people were definitely going to get suspicious.

After an agonizing ten minutes of forcing herself to eat, Emma cleared the last piece of pumpkin from her plate and she noticed that all eyes were on her.

"I know my cooking can be sometimes a bit off…" Mary Margaret said in a slightly offended manner. "But, you looked like you wanted to vomit the entire time."

David fixed Emma a calculating look, before glancing over at Killian, who too was looking at Emma curiously. Regina sighed.

"Miss Swan, is there something you are not telling us. Have you gotten some sort of bug that needs a proper doctors?"

Emma chuckled nervously. "I probably have. I'll go see Dr Whale tomorrow. I just don't like hospitals."

"Good. I'm coming with you." Killian said, his tone saying there was no arguing.

Later that night, as Emma went back to Killian's room at Granny's, David entered the bathroom, and noticed the bin was overflowing. As he bent down to put some rubbish back in, the tissue-wrapped pregnancy stick fell out, the tissue coming away.

"What…"

David picked the stick up and his eyes widened.

Staring straight back at him was a great, big pink plus sign.

And he knew exactly who the test belonged to.

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