For the best part of three days neither Emma or Killian left the apartment. Henry was saying at Regina's and Emma had told her parents Killian had caught her bug, ensuring they would not come around and risk baby Neal getting sick. Nevertheless her mother had still found a way to send over some chicken soup. By the end of the third day it was evident they couldn't keep themselves stuck inside any longer and would have to let her family know the nature or their relationship and of course their other news.
It was Saturday night and all they had done was sleep in, eat and watch Netflix on the magic picture box. Though in Emma's case there was also the morning sickness. And the sex. There was a lot of sex too. Neither of them were wanting to resurface, happy in their own little bubble they'd created from the world around them but they knew it couldn't last. They lived in a small town full of fairytale characters and that also came with villains. True, right now it was quiet but for how long? In StoryBrooke it never lasted very long at all.
There always seems to be someone set out to get vengeance on someone else for something that happened many years ago in a totally different realm. It wasn't that long ago that Killian was one of those people. Set out to destroy Rumplestiltskin and be able to move on from his past. But Killian met Emma and he decided to leave his vengeance behind him. He still hated the crocodile but as long as he had Emma he didn't even give the crocodile another thought.
Sunday's were usually a family day that Mary Margaret insisted upon once the curse was lifted. She'd missed out on her daughter growing up and being able to be her parent so she had to make do with parenting an adult instead. That meant she didn't see her daughter nearly as much as she liked but she'd accepted that was a price they'd had to pay for sending her through the wardrobe. Sunday's were none negotiable to Mary Margaret and Emma enjoyed it, if Henry was home he'd come along too. They would eat a delicious meal cooked by her mother and then play games as a family. If Henry was there there was always a sword fight with David to look forward to. Emma never admitted it but Sunday's were her favourite day. Usually. This Sunday she wasn't looking forward to much as they'd decided to tell her parents their news.
Emma picked up her phone and sent her mother a text, she wanted to let her parents know that they were both feeling better and she would be around tomorrow as planned. She also took the opportunity to let her parents know she was bringing Killian along.
EMMA: Hey mum, we're both feeling better so will be round tomorrow as usual. Killian's coming too if that's okay? X
EMMA: Oh btw Henry will be at Regina's still. Love you see you tomorrow X
She knew her mother well enough to know that she'd see through her words and know they wanted to talk to her and David. Her mother hadn't stopped throwing hints about the two of them in weeks and at one point even asked Emma if she'd slept with Killian. Of course that made Emma choke on her drink and without answering her mothers question she'd answered it. Mary Margaret had worn a bemused look on her face when she found out but Emma was sure her father didn't know. Yet.
MARY MARGARET: Sure love, glad you're feeling better. See you tomorrow. Love you too xxx
Emma sighed and put her phone down, returning back to her comfortable position on the couch with her head in Killian's lap while he played with her hair.
'You sure you want me there tomorrow love? You think it wise?'
She sighed. They'd had this conversation only the night before, she could tell Killian was worried, if truth be told she was too, but she couldn't do it alone. She needed him.
'You're not getting out of it that easily Pirate' she said turning to face him with a quick wink, 'I don't think I could do it without you anyway' she admitted.
'As you wish' he replied kissing her forehead and pulling her up. She smiled remembering the first time he'd said those words to her back in Neverland right after their first kiss. The memory causing a sultry smile across her face that Killian recognised immediately. 'Now lass, if you don't mind I think we should take this to the bedroom' he said grabbing her backside and pulling her towards the room they now shared.
They both slept better than they thought they would, probably helped by the late night rendezvous they'd had. It had been a particularly long session and thoroughly tired them both out.
Killian woke first, his good arm draped over Emma's side and his hand on her stomach, the way he'd woken every day since he found out he was going to be a father. He loved feeling her stomach, he knew it was too early to feel anything and there wasn't even a hint of a bump formed yet but it still made him feel closer to his child. He hoped if he did it often enough his child would know him.
After watching his beautiful swan sleeping for a few minutes he decided to take a shower and get dressed remembering what they had planned for the day. He was not looking forward to her fathers reaction at all.
Emma awoke to the sound of the shower and the muffled sound of her pirate singing and she couldn't help but laugh at the normality of it. Rubbing away the last remnants of sleep she stretched and decided she would go and fix herself and her pirate some breakfast. Her stomach was growling at her like she hadn't ate in days when in fact just last night she'd polished off the last of her mothers soup, a burger and fries from Granny's and a pint of ice cream. So she threw on one of Killian's shirts (she preferred them as they smelt like him) and headed to the kitchen to put the bacon on whilst sorting out the pancake batter.
With the radio playinh, juice poured and bacon ready Emma started to flip the pancakes, she didn't usually toss them up but today she was feeling a little mischievous. It took her a few seconds to realise he was watching her and when she turned around she was pleasantly surprised to find him stood there with just a small towel around his waist.
'Enjoying the show Captain?' She called to him with a smile on her face that she couldn't hide if she tried. The sight of him in just the towel making her relive the events of the night before and she started to blush. 'Aye' he said not taking his eyes off her.
Killian walked towars her closing the gap on them and pulled her closer 'this shirt looks much better on you than it does on me love' he whispered in her ear 'but Im thinking would look even better on the floor' he finished, biting on her ear lobe and moving his mouth to trail kisses down the column of her neck. Emma instinctively tilted her head to the side inviting him to continue and moved her hands to the towel at his waist. 'And this towel would look much better on the floor than on you Captain but I'm not complaining' she said in a husky voice, her breathing getting deeper each time his lips touched her bare skin. 'Then I think we should fix both our problems Swan' He said as his mouth met the exposed skin on her collarbone. Without replying Emma pulled on the towel and dropped it to the floor at exactly the same time the smoke alarm went off.
'Oh shit! The pancakes!' Emma jumped up to turn off the alarm and ran to take the pan off the heat in the kitchen. Luckily she still had more batter left.
Killian opened a couple of windows and went to his old room to dress. He hadn't yet brought his stuff to Emma's room, their room, he wasn't sure he should until Henry knew about them and part of him was still convinced she might change her mind.
He emerged five minutes later fully dressed and sat at the table where Emma had laid out the food. She joined a minute later, a stack of pancakes in her hand and still wearing his shirt.
After breakfast Emma showered and then they decided to go the the docks for a walk and the check on The Jolly Roger, her apartment was only a short walk away and they needed the air after being stuck inside for the past four days.
Taking their time knowing they didn't have to go to her parents for a few more hours Killian taught Emma as much as he could about his ship until it was time to leave. They didn't talk about what they were about to do but it was obvious to each other what they were thinking. Without realising it they had walked to David and Mary Margaret's apartment it what felt like seconds and not the 20 minutes it really had taken.
Before Emma could knock on the door Killian pulled her aside, taking her hand in his and entwining his fingers with hers. 'It's going to be fine love' he said kissing her gently but putting every ounce of his love into it. 'Besides you're not the one who needs to be worried anyway' he said with a hint of a smile across his lips as he kissed her once more, this time with more passion than before.
Emma put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, drinking in his scent and taste. She knew he was right, she was a 30year old woman for god sake not a teenager! 'I love you, you know' she said to him as his head rested on hers. 'Aye lass I do, now let's get this over with Love' he said nodding at the door.
Straightening herself up Emma knocked twice and gave Killian a small smile before her father opened the door to let them in.
Emma hugged both of her parents then took baby Neal out of her fathers arm to play with him and give her father a rest. He was 18 months old now and though he could walk (and run!) he loved his big sisters cuddles too much to let her put him down. Plus her father looked like he could do with a rest Emma thought noting the bags under his and Killian took Neal into the lounge to play with his toy cars whilst her parents finished cooking. After 20 minutes her mother called them in to the table and they all sat down to a meal of roast lamb with all the trimmings and fresh baked bread to boot. When her mother went to pour her a glass of her usual red wine Emma had told her she wasn't up to it after her bug and Killian had given her pointed glances silently telling her to just give up the act. Conversation around the table was flowing well, her father filling her in on a missing persons case at work and her mother telling her about something that happened to one of the mums at play group where she takes Neal. Everyone seemed relaxed, even Killian. Though that was probably the rum her father had poured for them both. Emma was just tucking into her food when nausea swept through her again and she had to rush to the bathroom.
She could hear her mothers concerned voice from the other room but she couldn't leave yet to tell her she was fine because she was still emptying her stomach.
After five minutes Killian came in with a glass of water to find Emma sat on the floor with her head in her hands and close to tears. 'Come on love it's not that bad but if you don't get out of this bathroom soon your mother will be calling a doctor because she thinks something's wrong' she said with a hint of joking in his voice. The thought of her mother calling a doctor seemed to snap Emma out of her mood and she told Killian she would follow him out after she washed her face.
Killian retreated back into the dining area and told her parents she would be out in a minute. Concern very clearly etched on their faces but they went back to their meal whilst waiting for her so he followed suit.
Emma stood looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, taking deep breaths to calm down and walked out to take her seat at the table again. She sipped her water and started to play with her food not daring to eat it incase she had to run to the bathroom again. She could see the looks her parents were giving each other but tried ignoring them.
'Emma are you okay love? You look so pale and tired. A bug shouldn't last this long. Have you been to a doctor?' Her mother asked biting her bottom lip.
'I'm fine. I don't need a doctor. Honestly it's okay' she said trying to brush them off. She reached under the table and found Killian's hand then he squeezed it with a slight nod and smile of encouragement.
'Well you don't look okay Emma' this time it was her fathers turn. 'Please go to a doctor love something could be wrong, I'll call and make you an appointment' her mother said with a sad smile. It was clear they were not going to take the hint and drop it and there was no way Emma was getting a doctor involved in this too so she just blurted it out. 'Look I don't need a doctor, seriously' she said glaring at her parents to drop it 'I'm pregnant' she said as casually as she could muster. Killian's hand squeezed hers a little bit tighter that time.
They reacted much like Emma had expected, frozen in shock mouths wide open. Occasionally one would close their mouth as if to say something but then stopped as if completely lost for words. After a couple of minutes she could see them looking from her and Killian and back again as if they were only just grasping the entirety of what she'd said. Strangely it was her father who spoke first 'You! You got my daughter pregnant?!' He screamed at Killian. This time it was Emma's turn to squeeze his hand.
Killian didn't have a chance to reply before Emma was rushing to the bathroom again. Could there be any worse timing he thought? He stood up to go and make sure Emma was okay but before he knew what was happening David was infront of him and his fist hit Killian square in the jaw. 'DAVID!' Mary Margaret screamed jumping in between her husband and her daughters boyfriend. 'David stop and think about what you're doing here. Please. This isn't you'
Killian was leaning against the wall rubbing his jaw, he was sure it was broken, he'd been in enough fights to know a broken jaw when he had one. He was a pirate after all.
Emma finished as quickly as possible in the bathroom and walked into the dining area to find Killian pushed up against the wall, her fathers fist inches away from his face, her mother stood in between them and her baby brother sat in the high hair watching everything unfold. 'You hit him!' Emma shouted 'you hit him and in front of Neal too? I thought you were better than that!' She shouted even louder this time watching her fathers arm fall to his side and her pirate relax a little. Her mother had the good sense to stay right where she was.
'Look I'm only going to say this once so you better listen. I'm not a teenager I can take care of myself. Me and Killian are together and we're having this baby so you better get used to it' she said walking over to the freezer for a bag of peas for Killian. 'You. Sit' she said looking at Killian and pointing to his abandoned seat at the table where she tried to assess the damage her father had done to her gorgeous pirates face. She placed the peas over the area and told him to keep hold then turned back to face her parents.
'I'm sorry Emma. We shouldn't have acted the way we did. We're just in shock that's all. We had an idea that you were together but wasn't expecting this' her mother said whilst her father stood there not moving or saying a word. Mary Margaret moved to hug her daughter and they heard the door close behind them. David was gone.
'I'll go' Killian had said surprising both women, truth be told he needed some air and had an idea the prince just needed a drink. He walked over to Emma and put his arm around her 'don't worry love I'll bring him back. Just make sure you eat okay?' He said then kissed the top of her head lightly even though it hurt his mouth, then he left to chase after the prince.
Killian walked slowly deciding the prince would probably need a few minutes on his own first and walked into The Rabbit Hole ten minutes after him.
As he approached the bar he caught the bartenders eye and ordered his drinks. 'Two of the strongest rum you have. And make them triples. I think the prince needs it' he said motioning to David and taking the stool next him him. David took a sideways glance at Killian and sighed. 'So I guess you didn't have a bug then?' He said taking the drink the barman had just poured him and drinking it all in one. 'Ah. That. No I didn't' he said drinking his own and holding his glass up for the barman to pour them both another.
'So you got my daughter pregnant, huh? What are your intentions with her?' David asked looking him right in the eye letting him know he was serious. 'Honestly mate, I'd follow that woman to the end of the realms and back. I love her' Killian said but decided to carry on 'If I thought she'd say yes I have married her already but I don't think she's quite there yet. Best keeping that one to yourself though prince' he said tapping him lightly on the shoulder as they both drained their second glasses.
'When I first met her she trapped me in a cage and tied me to a tree then left me for dead on a beanstalk. I knew then she was the one' he carried on
'She gets that from her mother, we had a encounter not so different when we first met' David said with a smile, remembering the days he first met his Snow. 'These women will be the death of me' said David with a sigh 'Aye'
'Oh you don't know anything yet, just wait until you have a daughter and she gets pregnant when you still see her as your little girl'
'Well if I have a daughter she will have both of us there to punch the bastard in the face won't she' Killian replied his smile returning to his face.
'Not even going to pretend that wouldn't happen. Sorry about your face' David said nodding towards Killian's jaw which was already starting to bruise.
'I think we've just established I'd have done the same mate. Come on let's go your wife is worried' Killian replied getting up and leaving some money on the counter. He walked outside back towards the apartment and David followed him.
It wasn't long until the six shots of rum mixed with the fresh air caught up to David and Killian was practically dragging him home. The trip took longer than it should and it transpires the prince is a happy drunk. He did nothing but talk about his wife the entire walk home.
Emma was still in her parents apartment, helping her mother get the baby ready for bed and reading him a bedtime story when she looked over at her mother who's eyes were full of tears watching them. 'Hey what's up?'
'Nothing love it's just that you will be doing all this soon with your own baby and I just wish you and Neal could have grown up together' putting her arm around her mother and pulling her into a hug she told her everything was alright and finished her story to Neal before her mother tucked him in and closed the door.
They went to clean up the mess in the dining room, hardly anyone had eaten anything, it was such a waste. Emma felt bad her parents had spent all that time cooking the food for her to ruin the day and was about to apologise when he stomach growled at her.
'Emma have you eaten anything today?' Her mother asked concerned.
'Only breakfast' Emma admitted and let her mother fuss over her.
She was just finishing some toast with a hot chocolate when Killian and her father walked back in. David was very pink in the cheeks and the moment he saw his wife he started to kiss her very passionately not caring who else was in the room. Emma raised her brow at Killian as if asking what happened. 'It seems the prince can not handle his rum at all' Killian said in reply a smirk clearly evident o his face.
At this Emma decided it was their queue to leave. There was something extremely disturbing about seeing your parents kissing like a couple of teenagers. Even if they were still young. It was wrong.
So without saying goodbye (they wouldn't have even noticed) Emma and Killian took off for the walk home, relieved that one of their obstacles was now out of the way.
'So how did you get him home without any more bruises?' Emma asked seriously.
'He asked my intentions and I told him the truth'
'And what's the truth captain?'
'That one day, when you're ready, I'm going to marry his daughter and there's nothing he could do to stop me' he replied calmly, looking into her eyes and resting his head on hers. 'All in good time Swan' he said before he let his lips touch hers.
His kiss was like fire and ice all at once. It awoke all her senses and made her crave him more. She reached her hand to the nape of his neck and her other in his hair pulling him closer. His arm snaked around her waist, he bit her lip as she deepened the kiss. They stood entwined like that for what felt like forever and not long enough at the same time before they both pulled away needing to catch their breath and hand in hand they headed home for the night.