Eliza's bedroom was a combination of soft lavender and blue, with white hand painted birds flying across the walls. Stood in the doorway, Emma remembered the early morning she had painted them.

"What the devil do you think you're doing? Get down from there!"

Emma was stood on a precarious looking stool, paintbrush in hand. She chuckled, it seemed Killian wasn't going to stop being overprotective any time soon.

"I couldn't sleep again last night, so I thought I'd make myself useful. The walls were looking a bit empty, so I added these." She pointed towards the bird she was currently painting.

"Well they are lovely," he commented "but I still would prefer it if both your feet remained on the ground for the next few months." He stated, lifting Emma into his arms and gently placing her down. She was dressed in her comfiest pj's, which were soft and stripped with grey and cream. Killian however, was bare chested, only wearing his navy PJ bottoms, which hung low on his hips. As usual in a morning, his hair was ruffled and falling into his sky blue eyes, now full of mischief.

"What?" Emma asked curiously.

Killian smiled, before touching her nose with his index finger. He turned it to show her, revealing that his finger was covered in paint.

"There seems to be more paint on you than there is on the walls." He commented cheekily, raising an eyebrow. She giggled, embarrassed, before

encircling her arms around his neck. Emma smiled up at him, love pouring out of her eyes.

"When are you going to stop worrying?" She only half-teased.

"Never. I will never stop worrying about you, Swan. Both of you." Killian's hand moved from her waist to cover Emma's swollen belly.

"Mom!" Mom?" Eliza's voice brought Emma back to the present.

"Sorry sweetie, um… which story are we having?"

Emma sat down next to her daughter, with one leg tucked beneath her, and the other dangling over the bed. She smiled, or at least tried to, as she tucked the quilted bedspread Granny had made around Eliza.

"Mommy?" Eliza asked cautiously.

"Yes, baby?" Emma replied softly, dreading the answer.

"Why is Daddy cross? Did I do something bad?"

"No! No, you didn't do anything. You didn't do anything" Emma answered quickly, taking Eliza into her arms and kissing her hair. Eliza's arms wrapped around her mother, she looked up at Emma, confused.

"Then why is he so…" Eliza paused, questioning if she should continue. "…sulky." She finished.

Emma sighed. "Because he loves you so much, so so much."

"But that doesn't make any sense?" Eliza commented, a confused look on her face.

"Sometimes, when you care about someone so much, you lash out at others despite loving them too." Emma stated thoughtfully. She knew all about lashing out at loved ones, pushing them away, simply because she cared.

"Eliza," Emma said, making her daughter look at her.

"Daddy loves you, I love you. That's all that matters, okay?"

"But what about you and Daddy?" Eliza commented.

Emma smiled, but it was a fake smile, a smile which masked her inner tears.

"Bedtime," she hastily said, standing up.

Eliza appeared as if she wanted to say something more, but didn't. She did as she was told, getting under the covers.

Emma leaned down, "Snuggle down kid." She said softly, tucking Eliza in.

"Sweet dreams." She whispered, before kissing Eliza's forehead. Emma lingered there a second, before turning around and flicking the lights off.

After quietly closing Eliza's bedroom door, Emma wiped a stray tear from her cheek before walking down the hall to her own bedroom.