A/N: First story for Once Upon a Time...and I'm so excited for it! This idea has been swirling around in my head for a while and I just had to get it out. Reviews, comments, or suggestions would be greatly appreciated! Hope you enjoy and hopeful the next chapter will be up in a week :)

Killian fiddled with his hook, checking to see how sharp it was and wondering if he had time to file it down. Of course if he did pull out the file, he was sure to draw attention from other custormers. Mostly everyone in Storybrooke seemed to have trouble trusting him still. Even four years after he helped save Henry and had a part in Peter Pan's defeat. The fact that he was dating the sheriff didn't seem to give him any points either. However, that little fact made them keep any comments to themselves.

He examined the tip of his hook again. It did seem rather dull…besides, he honestly didn't care what the inhabitants of Storybrooke thought of him. And it could be rather amusing watching people try and figure out if he could be trusted.

Before Killian could continue debating with himself on what to do, the door opened and the man he had been waiting for finally came in.

Everyone's faces seemed to light up when he came in. All of them welcoming him into Granny's Dinner, asking how his family was or if there was any new trouble. David had a smile plastered on his face, returning back the welcomes and answering any questions. In one word, he was being absolutely charming. After all these years, it was no longer lost on Killian as to why Mary Margaret insisted on calling David 'Charming.' He resisted rolling his eyes at how cliché it was.

David finally made his way to the far end of the dinner, where Killian had found an isolated booth away from everyone. "Killian…how can I help you?" David asked as he sat down.

Killian gave an appreciative smile at being called by his actual name. "David, I'm glad you agreed to meet with me."

David huffed. "Well…there wasn't much going on and I needed an excuse to get out of doing paperwork."

"Did you mention to Emma what you were doing?"

David shook his head, warily eyeing Killian. He asked Ruby to bring him a glass of water before he turned his attention back to Killian. "Is there something going on between you two?"

Killian smirked, amused by the protective father coming out in David. "Yes, something quite important actually." Killian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden box.

David stared at the box for a few moments before looking back to Killian. "Are you serious?" he finally asked.

"Well, we've been courting for three years. I understand you've never been too keen on this relationship and I don't blame you. You're her father. But I love Emma and I would never do anything to hurt her. I plan on making sure she's protected and well-taken care of as well."

"Still doesn't explain why you wanted to talk to me." David wore his poker face well. He didn't want Captain Hook to know that he was actually excited about this.

Killian narrowed his eyes, knowing exactly what David was doing. But there was nothing to do, but play along. "There were two things, actually. One, I understand it's customary to ask the lady's father before asking for her hand in marriage. You should be happy I didn't decide to skip over this custom like I have for several other customs regarding courtship." Killian couldn't help the smile come over his face as he recalled ignoring a particular custom. But her father was right in front of him. It wasn't exactly the right time to be thinking on such things.

David frowned, "What's that supposed to mean."

Killian smirked. "Nothing at all."

David rolled his eyes, knowing he wasn't going to get a straight answer from the pirate. "And the second?"

Killian pursed his lips. "I don't exactly know how to ask her."

"Emma, is everything okay? It sounded like something was wrong over the phone." Mary Margaret asked as she walked in the police station.

Emma jumped a little in her seat. She had called Mary Margaret just five minutes ago. Emma didn't think she was going to show up so soon. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. It's just…I needed to talk to you privately."

Mary Margaret frowned as she sat across from Emma. "Well, I got that much from the conversation. Are you sure everything's fine? Did Hook do anything to you? Because if he did, I-"

"No, Killian didn't do anything to me," Emma said with a pointed look. She paused a moment to let Mary Margaret say something, but when she didn't, Emma continued. She let out a heavy sigh as she hung her head, trying to figure out how to say what needed to be said. "First, I want to clarify that I'm an adult. Yes, you're my mother, even though we're nearly the same age, but I am still an adult and I am old enough to live my own life and make my own adult decisions."

Mary Margaret's frown only increased. But she nodded her head and waited for Emma to continue.

Emma leaned forward. "I'm pregnant." Emma could see a mixture of emotions on her face. Before Mary Margaret could say anything, Emma conitnued. "I found out yesterday and apparently I'm a little over two months along, but it's just…after Henry…" Emma let out a frustrated groan. "I don't know how to do this…I don't even know if Killian's going to want a child, or if we're even going to go back to the Enchanted Forest once Gold figures out how to get back. I'm sure Killian's going to want to go, but I don't know if I want to go. How am I even supposed to raise this kid in a place like that? From what you say, it sounds like it's still stuck in the Dark Ages. No modern inventions at all. I can't live without indoor plumbing!"

At this, Mary Margaret started laughing.

"Why are you laughing?!" Emma exclaimed.

"Oh, Emma, I'm just so happy for you!" Mary Margaret moved to give Emma a hug. "This is wonderful news!"

Emma returned the hug, feeling just a little better after finally getting that all off her chest. "I'm just so scared." she said quietly.

"And that's okay. It's perfectly normal. When I found out I was pregnant with Cameron, I was scared too. I didn't want to raise him here in Storybroke. Wherever you decide to raise this baby is going to be the right choice because you're going to be part of its life." Mary Maraget pulled back and grabbed onto Emma's hands. "Plus, Killian loves you. And honestly, I know it's true love. I see the way he looks at you and it reminds me of how David looks at me. He's going to be so excited to hear this and he won't care where you decide to raise this baby."

Emma took a few deep breaths as she listened to Mary Margaret. She was right. But Emma couldn't help but feel as if something was still going to go wrong.

"But this is so exciting!" Mary Margaret exclaimed. "I get to be a grandmother all over again! Oh, I hope it's a girl! Do you know how many cute dresses we can put her in? I am going to make it my mission to spoil her as much as possible."

Emma laughed at her excitement, feeling just the tiniest bit jealous and guilty for not feeling the same excitement.

"When are you planning on telling him?"

Emma pursed her lips. "I don't know…how do I even start?"

Mary Margaret's grin only seemed to increase. "I know exactly how you can do it…"

A few hours after Mary Margaret had left, Emma was putting away all her files and closing the station for the night. David decided to come back right as she was. Emma glanced up from her paperwork. "Took an extra long lunch break, didn't you?"

"Sorry, I just had…an interesting meeting. There were a couple of calls that I went to take care of too."

"Everything all right?" Emma asked, pausing to look at David. She sensed that he wasn't telling her the entire truth.

He quickly nodded his head, busying himself with his own files.

Emma frowned, knowing something was up. Maybe he was trying to surprise Mary Margaret with something. Either way, she was tired and was ready to go home. She gathered her things and turned off the lamp at her desk. "Lock up when you leave then. I'm heading home."

"Have a great night, Emma." David said with a smile.

Emma smiled back, but gave him an odd look as well. "Yeah…you too."

David continued smiling, as if he knew something that she didn't. It unnerved Emma, but she pushed it aside as she left the station and started walking back to her apartment. It wasn't a walk long enough to make her even more tired, but it wasn't short enough that let her ignore her thoughts.

She mulled over Mary Margaret's words and all the advice she gave her. She pressed a hand to her stomach as she walked, still unable to believe this was actually happening. Her heart picked up its pace as she thought about the reaction Killian would give her. Of course, she hoped he would be happy and overjoyed, but there was a part of her that was scared he would leave her because of this. Maybe that was just her life-long fear of abandonment making an appearance though.

Emma finally made it to her apartment, already planning out the rest of her evening. Henry was staying with Neal for the night, so she had the place completely to herself. A nice bubble bath with a book and a glass of wine…wait, she couldn't have any alcohol right now. Well, maybe she'd just figure out to tell Killian instead…

The first thing she noticed were all the candles on the floor. There had to be at least five hundred of them. Roses were scattered all over the floor too. She smiled as she smelled the air. Ramen noodles. The only thing Killian could make.

"I thought I was going to have to drag you back from the station."

Emma jumped a little, not expecting Killian to come up from behind her. He had his arms around her waist and was already pressing kisses into her neck. "What's all this?" Emma asked, tilting her head a little to give him better access to her neck.

Killian grinned. "Just a little surprise for a beautiful woman…could you let me know when she walks in?"

Emma rolled her eyes, immediately pulling away from his embrace.

Killian laughed, grabbing her arm with his hook before she could walk away completely. He pulled her close to him again, this time actually facing her. "Don't be so serious, love. Of course I believe you are the most beautiful woman in this world or any other for that matter."

Emma begrudgingly stayed in his arms, enjoying the light kisses he placed on her.

"I made dinner…but there's a wonderful surprise waiting for you in the bedroom…maybe we could have a look at that before we eat?"

Emma smiled. "As much as I would love to do that, I'm actually really hungry, even if you just made Ramen noodles."

Killian groaned his displeasure, but still pulled away. "Then I shall lead the way to you dinner, love." He intertwined his fingers with hers as he led her into the kitchen. There were even more candles and roses. The table itself only had one candle though along with the two bowls of noodles and a small, wooden box in the middle. Killian pulled out her seat and waited until she was completely settled before taking his own.

It was then that Emma really noticed what Killian was actually wearing. He was out of his trademark wardrobe and instead, he wore a gray button up shirt and suit pants. Of course, he still had his hook and his other jewelry, but Emma couldn't help but enjoy his new outfit. The only time he ever wore clothes from this century was when he was trying to do something extra nice. With all the candles, roses, and even the food, he was trying to be super, extra, nice. And when he was trying to do something like this, it was because he had screwed something huge up.

"You know, with you sneaking into my apartment and doing all of this, I would've thought you'd make something more…interesting for dinner." Emma said, already eating some of the noodles.

"But you forget, these noodles have some kind of magic in them from the Orient."

Emma laughed, remembering how fascinated Killian was with Ramen. "What's the occasion though?"

"I can't do something like this just because?"

"Not with your track record. What did you do this time?"

"Emma, I'm offended." he said with a playful smirk, pressing his hand to his heart.

"Last time you did something like this, it was to butter me up after you managed to piss off Anton and send him into rage mode."

"Yes, I remember that…you wouldn't speak to me for a month." Killian said with narrowed eyes. "However, our reunion was well worth the wait." he smirked as he ate some noodles.

Emma rolled her eyes. "What's in the box?" she asked, changing the subject.

Killian's smile only increased. "That's a surprise."

Emma didn't know how she felt about surprises. Especially tonight. She remembered everything that Mary Margaret said, about Killian loving her too much to leave because of a pregnancy. Maybe she should just get it over with and tell him already…Mary Margaret had helped her figure out how to make it special, but now that Emma thought about it, she just really wanted to just tell him.

"Is something bothering you, love?"

"No, I'm just…tired." she said with a forced smile.

Killian looked at her through narrowed eyes, but didn't press for anymore questions. He knew that she was lying, but didn't say anything. Emma was thankful for that.

Emma took a deep breath as she started rubbing her hands on her pants. "Actually…I guess there is something I should tell you…"

Killian didn't say anything as he gave her all of his attention. He sensed something was wrong.

"Killian, I…um, well…" Emma looked down. Why couldn't she just say it? She let out a deep breath. "How do you feel about…families?"

Killian frowned, obviously not expecting that. "Well…fine, I suppose. They're...nice."

"I mean…a family with me…you, me, and a kid."

Killian showed his confusion. "We already have that, love. You, me, and Henry."

Emma shook her head. "No, like…a kid of your own. Like…what if I got pregnant somehow?"

"But that isn't going to happen because of that medicine you take and those odd, rubber things you insist I use." Killian pointed out.

Emma pursed her lips. Mary Margaret made this seem so easy. "You know, just because of all that stuff doesn't mean a pregnancy still wouldn't happen…"

"Emma, what are you trying to say?"

"Look, I…can you just answer the question?"

"I don't even completely understand what the question is," a trace of frustration was starting to show in his voice.

"You know what? Let's just drop this." Emma said, focusing on the noodles again.

"No. What is going on, Emma?" Killian asked.

Emma took a deep breath. "Would you ever want to have a kid of your own? That's the question I want you to answer."

Killian leaned back in his chair, seriously considering what kind of answer to give her. "No…I suppose I wouldn't. There's too much involved with having a child…So the answer is no, I do not want children."

Emma felt her stomach clench. "Ever?"

"What does this have to do with anything? It's just always going to be you and me and Henry whenever he isn't with Baelfire or Regina."

Emma knew she was being ridiculous right now, but she could feel anger bubbling inside of her. "I'm not hungry anymore," Emma grumbled as she stood up, taking the bowl with her and dumping it in the sink.

"If having a family means this much to you, then maybe later on in the future we could discuss it some more, but right now, I don't want one." Killian said, standing as well.

"And what if we somehow managed to have one right now?" Emma asked.

Killian actually laughed. "Love, please. Don't be ridiculous. That isn't going to happen."

"But what if it did!" Emma snapped.

"Emma, what is your sudden obsession with this?!" Killian snapped back.

"I just needed to know how you really felt about this." she said with a glare.

"And now that you do, it seems as if it wasn't what you even wanted to hear! Did you want me to lie to you and say how excited I'd be if we did have a child?!"

"Maybe!"

"You're somehow able to tell if I'm lying, so even if I did do that, you'd still end up angry with me!"

"Who said I'm angry!"

"Bloody hell, Emma, you're yelling! That's usually a huge clue as to how angry you are!"

"So then why are you yelling?! Are you angry too?!"

"Well now I am! This was supposed to be a special night! Do you have any idea of what I was planning on doing?!"

Emma laughed, "So the pirate planned something more than just banging me tonight?!"

Killian stopped, eyes narrowed with an almost murderous look in his eyes. "Do you really think that's all this is?"

Emma meet his gaze, refusing to back down. "It's all you seem to care about. Maybe that's why you don't want a family. Because you're selfish and you can't stand the idea of sharing me!"

"I'm selfish?! You're the one that managed to turn this entire thing into an argument! You always do that Emma! Whenever you get something nice, you somehow manage to screw it up because you expect all nice things to go away! Well, guess what, love? Sometimes nice things stick around forever, but you can't seem to realize that!"

Emma slapped him. "Get out." she growled.

Killian glared at her. He grabbed the wooden box and opened it for her, letting her see exactly what was in it.

It was an engagement ring. The most beautiful ring Emma had ever seen. A small diamond with a silver band and Mother of Pearl on either side of the diamond. So simple, but so beautiful. Emma couldn't think of anything to say.

"I have been thinking about this for months now." Killian said after a few moments. "Tonight was going to be the night I asked you. Obviously, you don't like the idea, so I'm leaving." he slammed the box in front of her eyes and spun on his heel, heading for the door.

Emma could feel her heart stop. She was having a hard time grasping what just happened. He was going to propose? She watched him get closer to the door. She couldn't let him leave. She didn't want one other person walking out of her life again. "I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed.

Killian froze, right as his hand landed on the door knob. He slowly turned around to stare at her. His face was expressionless. Emma had no idea if this was good or bad. She waited for him to turn around and leave, but he never did. He just stood there.

There was never a chance for Killian to say anything though. A bright, gold light spread through the apartment. The light blinded Emma for a moment and right as she was about to ask what that was, an explosion rippled through the apartment. Emma could feel herself being flung backwards. She was able to open her eyes just a little to see Killian being thrown in the opposite direction. She tried yelling out for him, but all the air left her as soon as she opened her mouth. She braced herself for the impact into the wall, but it never came. Instead, she felt as if she was falling for such a long time, until finally she felt something, but it wasn't the wall. It felt more like the ground in the forest. Emma wasn't able to tell though. The force of the impact left her unconscious.