Hello again! I was so pleasantly surprised by the response to the first chapter, so here is another one! Thank you so much for your enthusiasm because I am totally excited now and all my misgivings about writing this have gone out the window. So… without further ado- Chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time. If I did, Killian and I would be vacationing on our own private island right now. :)

Chapter 2- Turbulence

(Eight weeks later)

There was no hiding my surprise pregnancy from Henry anymore. I'd wondered, several times, if Henry knew, but if he did, he hadn't said a word. When we went shopping two days ago, he had raised his eyebrows when he saw me throw four boxes of Double Stuff Oreos into the basket, but said nothing.

When I'd been pregnant with Henry, I had only gained about fifteen pounds, and my bump had barely been showing at the six month mark. With this pregnancy, I felt like a whale, though, and I was only four months in. Everything about this baby was different. I had barely acknowledged the existence of Henry throughout my whole pregnancy, not even stroking my belly or talking to him when he would kick. I had been too afraid to get attached to the nameless, faceless child inside of me.

Currently, I was sitting at the table, eating ice cream out of the carton, and waiting for Henry to come home from school. I'd decided that I would tell him today, and I was really nervous. What if he thought I didn't love him anymore? What if he would be jealous of this new addition to our little family? What if he didn't even want a sibling?

I had managed to work myself into such an awful state of distress that I didn't even realize that I'd finished the whole carton of chocolate ice cream in front of me. Huh. No wonder I'm gaining more weight with this pregnancy. It's not like you can get ice cream or Oreos in jail.

I'd managed to hide the bump pretty well, with some loose clothing and my thick red coat, but I knew I hadn't fooled anyone. While loading the groceries into the car a couple days ago, a man had offered to help me, and I knew it was because of the somewhat obvious bump. I'd wondered whether to be offended or to just accept it, but in the end, I'd let him help, mostly because I didn't want a scene and I wanted him to be gone by the time Henry got back from the Redbox machine with his movie. Luckily, there had been a long line at the Redbox, so it had taken Henry several minutes to get his movie, and he didn't see a thing.

Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound as the door opened, and a moment later, Henry walked in. He carelessly threw his backpack in the general direction of the couches, and ambled over to see what was cooking for dinner.

"Hey, Mom," Henry greeted me. "Do you have my permission slip?"

"What permission slip?" I asked, my forehead creased in concentration as I tried to recall something about a permission slip. Unconsciously, my hand strayed to my belly, and when I realized that Henry's eyes were still trained on me, I changed direction midcourse and brushed my hair back instead.

"Mom," Henry said patiently. "I've been telling you to sign my permission slip for two weeks. If I don't turn it in tomorrow., I won't be able to go to the Zoo with my class next week."

I sighed as I finally remembered that small slip of paper Henry had handed me last week. I had no idea where it may be, and for some ridiculous reason, I felt myself begin to tear up.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You probably think I'm an awful mother."

Henry looked horrified at the sudden escalation. "Mom, it's ok. You're the best mom ever, and I asked Mrs. Connor to give me another slip because I knew you lost the first one."

I was embarrassed at my sudden outburst. I usually never cried, and I would never have imagined myself crying over a damn permission slip, of all things. Henry ran over to his backpack, and when he returned, he was holding a paper and pen. I quickly signed the paper, and suddenly, his warm body pressed against my own, and he kissed my wet cheek. "Mom, I love you, and you're a great mom. I'm so glad you didn't give me away."

I'd told Henry the story of his birth many times, of how close I'd been to giving him up for adoption, and how I'd changed my mind at the last moment. Being the amazing human being that he was, he never held it against me, and instead told me he would have understand, even if I did give him up. When I'd been his age, I never understood why my parents gave me up, and I had spent long nights crying and hating them. Henry always said that I would have given up to give him his best chance, and he insists my parents gave me up for the same reason. I would just stare at him and wondered how a tiny boy could be so wise, but then he would smile, and say he was so thankful that I'd kept him and that he couldn't imagine a better life.

"I love you, kid," I whispered, still holding him tightly and burying my face in his hair.

"Mom?" Henry gasped. "I can't breathe!"

"I'm sorry!" I gasped. "Look, I told you, I have no idea how to be a mother! I could have hurt you!"

Henry pulled out the stool next to mine and looked at me for a minute before saying anything. "Mom, I need to tell you something."

"Okay." I said, trying to appear nonchalant, but I knew exactly what was coming. He knew about the baby, and he had beat me to starting the conversation.

"Mom, you're pregnant." Henry said, without a heartbeat's hesitation. "It's fairly obvious- the Oreos, the ice cream, the baggy clothes, the memory lapses and the tears. I've known for weeks now."

"When did you find out?" I whispered, amazed at his attention to detail.

"Remember when we watched The Princess Bride last month?" He asked me. "I saw you stroking your belly, and you didn't even notice me staring. And the whole craving thing and forgetting my permission slip ten times didn't hurt either."

I just gaped at him for several moments, not knowing what to say at first. And then I remembered that Henry was old enough to understand, and anyways, I'd always known that Henry was wise beyond his years.

"This is going to sound crazy," I begin. "Even the doctors didn't believe me."

Henry just stared and waited patiently for me to continue. "I don't know who the father is. I can't remember being… you know, with anyone, for years."

"Mom, there has to be a dad," Henry told me quietly. "I think I know why you can't remember, though."

"Why?" I asked, my throat suddenly dry.

"My dad scared you." Henry replied simply. "After him, you can't trust any man. Maybe you were drunk, and maybe your past helped too. You're just blotting him out, because my dad didn't deserve me, and neither does this baby's father deserve him or her."

I stared at Henry for a long moment in amazement. Leave it to Henry to figure out what was going on, when I had sat and pondered the question for hours and come up blank. "Are you sure?" I asked, but Henry was making sense.

"I know I am." Henry said confidently. "This baby's father doesn't deserve him or her, and rather than even dwell on the dad, you purposefully chose to forget him right away. You didn't want to go through the heartbreak or the feeling of abandonment again."

"I thought I was pregnant with the next baby Jesus." I laughed shakily, and Henry grinned.

"Mom, one more thing," Henry said, as an afterthought. "This time, you won't be alone. You won't have to raise this baby by yourself, because I'm never leaving you, no matter what my dad or this baby's dad did. I'm staying, and I'm going to help you, and I'll be the best brother ever."

"Henry…," I trailed off, unsure of how to follow that beautiful confession. "I love you so much. I know I don't express it often enough, but I'm so proud of you. I lucked out in life with you, and with this baby." I gently rubbed my belly with one hand and hugged Henry with the other.

This time, Henry made no attempt to stop my tears or wriggle away from my embrace. We sat like that for a long time, in a content silence, until Henry spoke again. "Mom," he asked hesitantly. "Can I touch your belly?"

I pulled my shirt up, exposing my thin tank top and leaning back and guiding Henry's hand to my belly. "Hi, little brother or sister," Henry said, gently rubbing my belly. "I'm Henry, your big brother. I love you so much and I can't wait to meet you. I'll always protect you and we're going to be great friends. I love you."

Suddenly, something shifted inside me and I gasped in shock. Henry drew back immediately, and began apologizing profusely. "Mom, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you ok?"

Once I got over the shock, a small smile spread over my face and I felt myself tearing up, for the third time that night. "Put your hand back," I whispered, guiding his hand back to where I'd felt the little butterfly kicks. "Can you feel it moving?"

Henry stayed silent for several minutes in deep concentration, and when the kicks started up again, he gazed up at me in wonder, his face stretched in an ecstatic grin. "That's the first time she's done that," I whispered, my voice full of joy. "She knows you already and loves you so much."

"She?" Henry gazed up at me, his gaze half excited and half accusing, wondering how I could have kept all of this a secret for so long.

"I just know," I said confidently. "The doctor didn't say anything yet, but I just know it's a she."

It was the day of Henry's field trip to the Central Park Zoo, and he had woken up this morning in a state of excitement. I had promised to print out all the pictures he took with his camera, and Henry had run out of the apartment ten minutes early, looking like an excited Kindergartener on the first day of school.

Ever since Henry and I had talked about the pregnancy last week, and I'd found out he was excited to be a big brother, I'd stopped trying to hide the junk food obsession and the baby bump under some oversized clothes. In a way, telling someone about my pregnancy had made it real, and I couldn't hide from it anymore. I had finally embraced the joy that I'd never felt with Henry, and now I understood the meaning of the term "pregnancy glow."

I decided to go to the mall and see if I could find any clothes for me or the baby. My clothes were starting to get tight, and I'd admitted defeat and decided to go shopping. I'd just gotten out of the shower when I first felt it. A painful spasm passed through my abdomen, and I gasped from the feeling of the white-hot pain. I got dressed slowly, leaning against my bed, afraid to move suddenly least I feel the spasm again.

Deciding to leave the mall for another day, I wrapped my wet hair in a towel and went to lay down for a couple minutes, suddenly feeling very tired. Another spasm- no contraction passed through my body, more painful and much longer this time.

I froze in horror. I was only 17 weeks into my pregnancy, the baby couldn't be coming yet. My hands strayed to my swollen belly and I started rubbing comforting circles, not knowing what else to do. Tears pricked at my eyes, because I had just started getting excited and now the baby was dead. When I felt a kick, suddenly, relief spread through my taut body and I relaxed. If the baby was kicking, there couldn't be anything wrong. Minutes later, my eyes closed and I fell asleep with a small smile on my face.

I awoke in stages, slowly coming back to consciousness and then falling back into darkness again. I tried to force my eyes open, or just move my hand, but my body wasn't cooperating. I started to hear people talking above me, but I couldn't make out any of the words. After a couple of minutes, or hours, the voices got clearer, and it was like I'd been hearing them from the other side of the ocean and now they were standing right next to me.

"I found her like this," A voice I immediately recognized as Henry's, said. "She wasn't waking up, and I saw the blood."

Blood? What blood? I struggled to remember something, anything, but my mind was drawing up a blank. I missed all of the next part of the conversation, and the voices started to fade away again. I fought the darkness, trying to understand what was happening, but finally I gave in. It was just so much easier, and I was so fucking tired and confused. This is all a bad dream, I thought slowly, When I wake up everything will be fine.

Sirens. Red and blue lights pierced the darkness, and even through my closed eyelids, I could see the colors flashing vividly. There were voices everywhere, yelling, and I felt like I was drowning in them.

And then, finally, everything went quiet. I was surrounded by white everywhere, and the commotion was gone. I didn't know what was real anymore, whether I'd imagined the commotion or if this was real.

A door that I hadn't noticed opened, and a man dressed all in black walked, a sharp contrast to the stark white of the room I was in. He was handsome, but looked like he'd just stepped out of a Halloween party, with his rings and pirate attire.

"Hold on, love," He whispered quietly, his hypnotizing blue eyes boring into my own. "Everything is going to be alright."

"I know you," I whispered. I was positive I'd seen this man with the blue eyes before. "Who are you?"

"A ghost," He whispered. A sudden noise outside the room caused him to look up and start walking away.

"Wait! Don't go!" I cried out. "I have to know who you are!"

"I will find you," He swore quietly. "I will always find you."

And then he walked out, closed the door,, and it was like he'd never even been there to start with. The darkness enveloped me again, and I was floating away again, but those blue eyes were burned into my mind, and even in my dreams, I knew that he was always watching me.

"Mom. Mom." I felt someone stroking my forehead gently. "Mom. Mom!"

My eyes fluttered open, and I was in the white room again. "Where is he?" I asked Henry immediately. "The man with the blue eyes, do you know where he went?"

"Mom, there was no man in here." Henry said in confusion. "You were sick, really sick when I came home. I called the ambulance and they brought you here right away."

"That explains the red and blue sirens," I said under my breath. "He was in here, in this room before you came in."

"I was here the whole time." Henry looked worried now. "I was waiting for you here when you were… with the doctors."

"What doctor?" I asked in horror. And then everything started coming back to me. The baby. The painful spasms earlier. I had gone to sleep, thinking everything was alright, when I should have been rushing here. The baby. The spasms...

"The baby!" I gasped, barely able to speak through my tears. I heard a monitor behind me start beeping loudly. "Henry, the baby!"

"Mom, I'm sorry," Henry whispered, tears filling his own eyes now. "But he died, before we got to the hospital. There was nothing anyone could do."

"No," I whispered, rubbing my still swollen belly, refusing to believe it. "Right before I fell asleep, I felt it kicking me. It's not dead, that's impossible!"

"This is all my fault. I killed it. I should have come here, maybe the baby would still be alive if I did!" I cursed my stupidity, wondering what I'd been thinking.

"There were two babies." Henry whispered. "You had twins."

"Twins?" I asked in confusion. "No, the OB said there was only one baby."

"She was wrong." Henry said quietly. "That's why you felt a baby kicking you."

"The other baby…" I trailed off, not even daring to hope that one of the babies was still alive.

"She's fine." Henry whispered, a smile lighting up his face. "The doctor said it's a girl, and that she's fine."

I didn't know how to feel. I felt guilty about being happy that one of the babies was still alive when the other one had died, and it had been my fault, no matter what Henry said. I'd known I couldn't be a mother, and just when I'd thought I could be a mother, this had happened. Maybe this was a sign to give up the other baby once it was born. The excitement I'd been feeling for the past couple of days evaporated, and suddenly I felt awful.

"Mom, don't blame yourself." Henry said, as if reading my mind. "The doctor said there was something wrong with the other baby. It wasn't your fault, because the baby wouldn't have made it even if you came here right away."

I just shook my head, not ready to accept this. It had been my fault, no matter what Henry said. "I can't be a mother."

"You already are. You're a great mother." Henry said quietly. "You don't need to be scared, Mom. You don't have to do this alone, like you had to with me. I'm not leaving you, ever, and I'm going to help you with the baby."

"Thank you." I whispered. I didn't know what to do, but all I could do was try. For the baby's sake, for Henry's sake. I was not going to send my daughter into the foster system, not after what I'd gone through in there. "Henry, I need you." I said. I never spoke my feelings out loud, because I hated revealing myself, and then being abandoned. But Henry wasn't Neal, or the baby's father, or anyone else who had abandoned me, and I wasn't scared. "I need your help."

"I will always help you, and I'm not going anywhere." Henry vowed. "Now try to get some rest. The other baby needs to rest."

"I saw someone," I began. "He said he would always find me."

"Mom, you were really sick. The doctor said you lost a lot of blood. You were probably just hallucinating, and disoriented."

"He was real." I insisted stubbornly. I know what I'd seen, and I wasn't imagining things. I would find this man, and when I did, I would demand to know exactly who he was and what he wanted from me.

"The doctor said you can go home tomorrow, but you need to rest tonight." Henry was obviously trying to steer the conversation away from my hallucination.

I was too tired to argue with him, so I just closed my eyes. The instant I closed my eyes, the man with the blue eyes appeared in my drug-filled dreams, but he would always disappear, shattering into a million pieces of glass, when I got close enough to touch him.

So… Emma was going to have twins! I wanted Emma and Killian to have a girl, which is why I chose the sex of the remaining baby to be a girl. I've also seen many FanFictions use the name "Hope" for their daughter, but I don't know if I like that. I was going to choose something different, but if you have any suggestions, you can leave them in the comments and I'll look at them all. :)

Thank you for all your support! This story has 45 followers already! That is incredible! I am so honored and excited to be writing this.

Also… I wanted to do the next chapter in Killian's POV. I don't think their reunion will be in this coming chapter though, because I want that to be in Emma's POV. Do you guys want a Killian chapter or would you rather I do everything in Emma's POV?

Thank you, and I will be back with another chapter before or on Sunday. Enjoy the rest of your week!