Hi everyone! Here I come with this new fiction! I consider it as the sequel of "It's gonna be okay", but you don't have to read the first volume to understand this story properly. Here's the few things you need to know to get everything that's happening here because I've started to write this story before the end of the season 5B, so they are a few changes from the actual show :

- Emma and Killian have a little boy, Liam, who is 2. They are engaged and are living together

- Gold is hiding somewhere since he came back from the Underworld. He can't use his magic because of a bracelet Regina has put around his wrist

- Belle has never been pregnant and Gideon doesn't exist

- Robin is still alive (because I'm in denial xD)

- Zelena has never come back from Oz. Regina and Robin are taking care of baby Robyn

- This story is taking place 2 years after the events of the first volume

I'm warning everyone who has read the first volume and is reading the sequel : it's the same basis (the title is pretty explicit actually xD), so don't be too surprised by the fact some things seem the same. I was finding it interesting to write the same basis but with a totally different plot as there is a crisis in town this time.

I will update every Monday and Friday for a while. This story is 40 chapters long, and for those who doesn't know me, my native language is French so I sincerely apologize for the mistakes I probably made. Enjoy this story everyone, I hope you'll like it! :)

"Swan, are you okay?"

Killian's voice was sounding weirdly distorted through the bathroom's door. I feverishly wiped off the sweat that was covering my forehead and opened my mouth to answer, but I got interrupted by my stomach, which seemed painfully turned upside down. I had just the time to lean above the toilet to throw up the last remains of my breakfast.

When I was finally sure that my sickness was over because of the fact my stomach was now empty and I had nothing else to vomit, I sat down on the paved floor to try and breathe at a slower pace. I had a disturbing taste in my mouth, and my throat was burning like hell. I was feeling so weak I was scared to be unable to get up and stay on my feet. I heard someone banging at the door, and Killian said in a worried tone :

"Emma, if you don't answer now, I'm opening the door!"

"I'm okay!" I shouted in a husky voice to prevent him from worrying too much. "I'm coming!"

I put both my hands on the sink to get on my feet. My legs were shaking quite violently. I let the water run a little bit to wash my mouth and put some on my face to clear up my head. I glanced at my reflexion in the mirror in front of me, but quickly looked away. Too pale, too skinny, with big bags under my eyes. My green eyes were looking huge combined to my sunken cheeks because of my weight loss. What the hell was happening to me?

I ended up going out of the little room with somewhat shaky steps. I looked up to meet Killian's gaze, who was standing beside the door. He was looking at me with concern, and said with a frown :

"Are you all right?"

"I've lived better." I mumbled, leaning against the wall in order not to collapse on the ground.

"You've lost weight, haven't you?" He asked with a little wince.

"Given the fact I'm throwing up everything I'm trying to eat for two weeks, I guess it's not that surprising."

I had tried to joke, but my comment seemed to have worried him even more. Seeing how bad he was feeling, I forced myself to smile because I didn't want him to worry about me. I said in a teasing tone in order to erase his look :

"I don't even know why I'm still trying to eat, because my body is clearly telling me to go fuck myself."

"You need to go see Whale." He resumed without even paying attention to my joke, saying the words I was hearing so often these past few days.

"If only I had the time to do so." I sighted, before adding because of his look. "Don't worry, okay? It's probably just a liver problem of some sort. I take three pills and I feel better."

I smiled at him in a comforting way, but I wasn't so sure of myself. I had actually started to think that something quite important was happening with my body a little while before already. But the thing was that I didn't want to admit it to myself because I was terrified. I knew I couldn't deny what was happening for much longer, but for now it was actually helping me not to panic. I was aware that if I went to see Whale, he would tell me what was going on, and in a way I didn't want to know. I was then always postponing our appointment, inventing stories to explain myself. I wanted to believe that I was worrying for nothing and that it would get better soon. But it wasn't the case, and I was getting more and more desperate.

"Don't worry?" Killian repeated, rolling his eyes. "Are you kidding me? Of course I'm concerned! I don't know much about medicine stuffs, but I do know that throwing up three times a day isn't a good thing. You seem exhausted..."

"Well, that's not because of my sicknesses, that's because of a little boy who decided to scare us to death."

Our son, Liam, had just turned two and he was absolutely adorable. Loving, cheerful, obedient, he wasn't giving us any problems, and we had never had to punish him for anything. We were both very close to him, and we were so in love with this little guy.

But the night prior, he had suddenly started to run a fever out of nowhere, and we had stayed with him until sunrise. We had called Whale to see if the fever could be dangerous because we were both panicking like hell, but he had told us not to worry, and that we could come to the hospital in the morning if the fever was persisting. Luckily, he had finally gotten better around 5 a.m., and he had fallen asleep in our arms, thing that was explaining the fact he wasn't awake yet at almost noon. I was absolutely exhausted, I had only gotten a few hours of sleep, and in my condition it wasn't a good thing.

"Mommy!" I little voice suddenly called me from the room at the end of the corridor.

"Talking about him." I said with a small smile, pulling away from the wall and feeling like I was now able to walk without risking to pass out.

My cell phone started to ring in the kitchen as I was finishing my sentence. I sighted, and Killian turned his head toward the stairs to say :

"I'll go pick it up."

"I'll go get Liam."

"We're such a good team." He laughed.

"Aren't we?"

He lifted up his hand, and I gave him a high-five with a giggle as I was walking toward my son's room. Liam's birth had made us get even closer, if only it was possible. Of course, we were arguing sometimes, but our fights were never lasting more than a few hours and we were making up really quickly. But things had got a bit harder these past few weeks. I was feeling very nervous because throwing up three times a day was absolutely exhausting, and I was getting mad a lot easier than usual. Killian was fortunately really sweet with me, and he wasn't even getting annoyed by my behavior most of the time. I was always realizing that I had been wrong quite quickly anyway, and I was apologizing with tears in my eyes because I was hating myself for the way I was treating him. To make me feel better, he was showing me that he wasn't holding grudge with a hug and a kiss on the head. He was actually mostly worried about my health. Putting myself in his shoes, I could understand that. If it had been him who was emptying his stomach every five hours, I would have been absolutely panicked.

I finally got to my son's room and walked toward the crib in which Liam was standing, waiting for me patiently. The room was enlightened by the little pilot light that was laying on the night table. Toys and fluffed animals were laying everywhere in a harmonious mess, giving a warm and welcoming atmosphere to the room.

"How are you, sweetheart? Are you feeling better?" I asked in a soft voice

I gently pressed my hand against his forehead and was comforted by the fact he wasn't running a fever anymore. I looked at my son for a few seconds with a little smile on my face. He was gorgeous. He was looking a lot like Killian, he had his dark hair and his smile, but he had two huge green eyes, just like mine, that were always looking around him as if he was trying to understand everything.

I lifted him up and took him in my arms. He giggled, wrapped his arms around my neck and shouted enthusiastically :

"Hungry!"

"You hungry?" I asked in a cheerful tone. "That's good! Do you want to eat your breakfast now?"

"Yeah!" He cried out with a huge smile on his face.

"Well let's go in that case!" I answered while starting to tickle him a little bit, and he laughed aloud. "I don't want to let my little prince be hungry!"

"Mommy, my teddy!" He called with a pout as I was walking to go out of the room.

"How could I forget?" I said with a laugh, and he giggled one more time.

I turned back to go and get the little teddy bear. It was a fluffed animal my parents had given Liam when he was born, and it was never leaving his side. I gave him his toy, and he hold it against him with a smile, before finally walking down the stair to go into the kitchen.

I helped Liam sitting down in his baby chair and walked toward one of the closet to make him a sandwich. I stopped for a few seconds in front of the huge board covering the wall, on which we were pinning the pictures of our little family. I looked at the dozens of photographs with a smile. A few of them were about Killian and I, one of them from when I was pregnant with Liam. We were looking so close and in love, always looking and smiling at each other. It wasn't much : his hand on the small of my back, our fingers intertwined, but it was obvious how much we loved each other. Family portraits, my parents and I, and, everywhere, pictures of Henry and Liam. My favorite was the one were Henry was holding his baby brother in his arms at Granny's when we had introduced our two-week-old son to the town. Henry was now 16, and he was growing up so fast. He was such a lovely young man, and he loved his brother so much. I was so proud of him. It was the week where he was staying at Regina's, so I hadn't seen him yet that day. He was a real big brother for Roland and Robyn, Zelena's daughter, who Regina was raising with Robin. The witch was still in Oz, and we were starting to wonder what had happened to her. But we were in peace for now anyway, and things were way better like that. Robyn was deserving better than to be raised by an unstable witch who could hurt her without even realizing it.

I heard Liam starting to wriggle behind my back, probably getting impatient. I hurried up to go and get his food in the closet. The smell of the bread and jelly made me feel sick again, and I winced while sitting at the table. It was like my body was not only refusing to let me eat, but was also against the fact I approached any kind of food.

I heard Killian's steps coming my way, and looked up. I started talking while making Liam's breakfast, trying to ignore the nausea and the pain in my stomach :

"Who was it?"

"Your father. He said there is an emergency. He asked us to come to Central Park right away."

"He didn't say what's wrong?" I asked, a bit triggered by his words, as Killian was greeting Liam with a kiss on the forehead.

"No, he didn't. He said he wanted to explain everything when we'll get there. Do you think we can drive Liam to Ashley's? I don't want the other kids to get sick."

"I think it's okay." I mumbled, finally putting my knife on the table and giving up on fighting against my nausea. "Can you help me with that?"

"What's going on?" He gently joked, putting his hand on my shoulder. "You've lost the ability to make a sandwich?"

I didn't answer and suddenly got up to walk away from the table. I was feeling like throwing up, and placed a hand on my stomach as if it was going to help me. I tried to take some deep breaths in order not to vomit again. My sickness finally started to disappear, and I sighted in relief.

"Are you okay?" Killian asked, approaching me to look at me with concern.

"I'm fine." I sighted once again. "It's getting better already. But you'll have to pay me if you want me to come near this damn table again."

He offered me a small smile and leaned forward to press a kiss on my lips, as if he was trying to encourage me. I smiled at him to reassure him, and he sat back down on the table to finally gave his breakfast to Liam.

"Your father said it was urgent, but I think Liam's stomach is saying the exact same thing." He stated with a smile as our son was starting to literally devour his meal.

"He can wait ten minutes." I shrugged. "We're not hearing people screaming, so I guess the emergency isn't a big one. The situation is not going to get any worse while Liam is eating."

He smiled at me, and I looked at my son for a few minutes. He was looking so much better now. It was not my case, unfortunately.

Unusually panting, I was following Killian, who was holding a laughing Liam in his arm and was walking up the stairs to join Ashley's apartment. The young woman was holding the day care in town, and she was taking care of our son when we had to go and solve an emergency. Neal, Robyn and Roland were also staying at her place, and they could play with Alex, Ashley's daughter. It was a good thing for the kids to play all together, and they were safe when we had to go and face dangers. Even if we had done that hundreds of times, I couldn't help myself but feel a little pinch in my chest every time I had to walk away from my son. I would have wanted to spend all the time in the world with him, Henry and Killian. It was therefore hard for me to leave him at Ashley's, even if I knew she was the absolute best with kids.

I hurried up a bit to join Killian. I was slowed down by Liam's heavy bag, and my exhaustion was making me move slower than usual. I arrived in front of Ashley's door with a pain on my side. I put my hand on my ribs, trying to calm it down, panting like hell.

"Are you okay?" Killian asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

I gave him a thumb up in a somewhat sarcastic way, and he laughed at my reaction. He started talking in a teasing tone, thinking that if I was able to scoff him, I was feeling fine :

"You should go outside and do some sort of sports, your stamina isn't that good these days."

I knew he was joking to calm his own worry, and I smiled at him, mumbling in a falsely offended way :

"You wouldn't laugh if it was you who wasn't able to eat anything anymore."

"Technically, you can eat. You just throw up right after." He added with half a smile.

"Liam's presence is forbidding me to insult you, so I prefer to stay quiet." I replied, and he burst out laughing.

He leaned forward to press a kiss on my temple as the front door was opening. Ashley greeted us with a smile and said hi to Liam by kissing his forehead.

"A new emergency, huh?" She asked, before adding because of my surprised expression : "Your parents just left, they explained everything to me. Your brother is here, you want to come in for a minute?"

I thought about her proposition for a second before nodding. We were already late, but I wanted to say hi to my baby brother before going. Ashley smiled, and Killian and I walked into the apartment. I approached my brother with a smile, but he didn't see me, too busy playing with the other kids.

"Neal?" I called him gently.

"Emma!" He enthusiastically shouted after recognizing my voice.

He ran toward me, and I squatted to hug him. We were getting along really well. He was now 3 and a half, and I loved spending time with him. I was taking care of him several afternoons a month to take him to the park or show him a movie. I was really enjoying my time with him. He was a bit unruly, but he was adorable, and always smiling. I was finding that important to play my big sister's part in his life. I wanted him to trust me, and a real bound had started to form between us and we were now very close.

"How are you, sweetie?" I said after kissing his forehead.

"Fine! You're staying with us?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.

"I can't, Neal, I have to go and join mom and dad. We have work to do. But we'll see each other later, okay?" I answered, before adding, seeing the disappointment look on my brother's face. "Look, Liam is here to play with you."

Neal smiled and I looked behind my shoulder to see Killian putting Liam on the floor. My brother walked away from me to go and take Liam's hand. The two little boys were getting along very well, and I smiled seeing them so close.

"Liam is a such a lovely little boy." Ashley said as I got up to smile at her. "I've never seen him fighting with another kid."

"He's adorable." I nodded, looking at my son who was playing with Neal, before sighting : "We have to go now. We're already late, and my dad is going to kill us both if we make him wait longer."

"You're right." Killian said, before turning back to talk to the kids. "Liam, we have to go. But we'll be back before you know it, I promise."

Our son looked at us with a little pout. He stood up to run toward us, and he wrapped his arms around my neck as I was kneeling on the floor.

"We will only be gone for a little while, Liam." I reassured him as he was looking like he didn't want to let me go. "Listen to Ashley and be good, all right?"

I gently pulled away from him, and he looked at me as if I had just betrayed him grandly. I forced myself to smile and put a hand on his head, saying gently :

"See you later, baby."

We left the place quite quickly to avoid making him cry. It was hard enough to leave Liam like that but when he was starting to sob, it was absolutely heartbreaking to leave him there. But I was aware I couldn't let my feelings decide for me. The town needed us.

"You all right?" Killian asked again as we were walking down the stairs, taking my hand in his.

"Mmm." I grunted absent-mindlessly. "I'm wondering what's the emergency this time. I hope it isn't too bad..."

"The town hasn't exploded yet, so I guess things are okay." Hook joked.

I smiled because of his comment, and sat down behind the wheel in the yellow bug. I discreetly sighted, hoping that Killian was right and things were going to be okay. I was feeling incapable of facing a crisis right now.

Here we go, I hope you liked the first chapter! See you friday, you'll see what the mergency is then! ;)