"I can't believe it- twins!" Emma said as they got ready for bed. Killian sat on the edge of the bed in silence. Emma sat down next to him and put her hand on his leg. "Hey, are you okay?" Killian looked down and played with his hook.

"Yeah, I just..." He started as he took his hook off and put it on the nightstand. "Two babies. I'd say we're going to have our hands full, but I can only offer one hand. You're the one who's going to have their hands full." He sighed and laid down on the bed. Emma cuddled in behind him and wrapped her arm around him.

"I thought you didn't care that you had one hand," Emma said.

"I didn't, until I thought about us having a baby. I wouldn't want to hurt it. Now we're having two. How can I help with two babies with only one hand?"

"We'll work it out, we always do," Emma said, playing with his hair. Killian sighed and closed his eyes.

"What if...what if I could have two hands?" Killian asked.

"I don't know how you could...no," Emma said, sitting up. "You don't need magic." Killian sat up in bed.

"Gold healed Dr. Whale's arm. What if he could fix me?"

"You'd have to do some sort of deal with him. And not to state the obvious, Killian, but you're not his favorite person. I don't know what he'd ask from you if you wanted his help," Emma said, sitting up with him. Killian sighed and absentmindedly rubbed his stump with his other hand. Emma put her hands on his and rubbed his bad arm.

"We'll get through this together," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Killian gave her a small smile, but he was still lost in thought. All he could think about was holding his babies- one in each arm.

Killian woke up to an empty bed next to him. He looked up to see the bathroom door closed. He got up from the bed and gently knocked on the door. "Emma, are you okay?"

"Yeah," came a voice from the other side weakly. Killian slowly opened the door and poked his head in. Emma was sitting on the floor with her head against the tile wall. Killian came down to sit on the floor with her and she put her head in his lap. "I didn't miss this part."

"Are you ill?" Killian asked as he rubbed her back.

"No, I didn't get sick. I just feel horrible and nauseous," Emma said, curling up to him a little more. As Killian rubbed her lower back, Emma tensed a little.

"Emma, what..." he pulled her shirt up a little to see a long scratch along her back. "Where did you get that?" Emma looked up at him with hurt in her eyes. "Don't tell me I did that to you."

"We both fell asleep two nights ago before you remembered to take your hook off. You reached out for me and scratched me in your sleep. I took it off for you," Emma said. "It was an accident. You would never hurt me." Killian leaned his head back in disappointment.

"Have I ever done that before?" Emma looked away from him. "How many times?"

"I don't know. Maybe two or three- but they were all accidents, Killian. You're always so careful and I knew it would hurt you to know," Emma said. Killian rubbed his face in frustration.

"Emma, this thing is like a loaded gun! I never want to hurt you or Henry or the babies," Killian said, tears coming to his eyes. Emma slowly got up from his lap and put a hand on his cheek.

"It's okay. We'll ask Dr. Whale if he can get you a prosthetic," Emma said.

"No! I don't want that," Killian said, looking away.

"What do you want?" Emma asked, stroking his cheek. Killian looked into her eyes and a tear fell onto his cheek. Emma wiped the tear away with her thumb, pressed her forehead to his, and they simply held each other.

Killian waited for Henry to get out of school, sharpening his hook as he waited. Normally, it was just a way to pass the time, but he focused on his hook, sharpening it in frustration. He thought of what kind of person he would be like if he didn't have his hook. What if Gold didn't chop off his hand? He probably would have tried to revenge Milah, but losing his hand to him made the insult deeper. It had been a constant reminder of how he lost so much of himself in one moment. But if he hadn't have lost his hand, would he have met Emma? He was told at some point in his life that fate is inevitable, meaning he would have been a vengeful pirate that would have his heart turned around by an incredible woman. But to have two hands...it was all he could think about.

"Hey Killian," Henry said, interrupting his thoughts. Killian stretched out his arm and put it around Henry's shoulder, tucking the sharpener away with his hook. He absentmindedly kept his hook in his satchel as they walked. Henry could tell that Killian was off, but he didn't want to pry. As they walked, Henry gave Killian a playful bump, which only emitted a half smile down to him. Must be serious, Henry thought. It was then he noticed that to top off Killian's defeated posture, his hook was buried away, like he was ashamed of it. Henry knew. "Maybe Regina can fix it," Henry said. Killian looked down at him in confusion.

"Fix what, lad?"

"Your hand," Henry said.

"You are too smart, mate," Killian said, putting an arm around him. "I don't think Regina or Cora would lift a finger to help me, even if you asked them."

"There's magic here now. Somebody's gotta be able to help you," Henry stated. Killian thought for a moment- maybe there was.

"Mate, why don't you get a cup of cocoa from Granny's," Killian said, handing him some money as they stopped in front of the diner. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Where are you going?" Henry asked as he put the money in his pocket.

"I'll be back in five minutes," Killian said as he ushered him inside.

Killian slowly entered the pawn shop. He was a bit nervous. He made a point never to enter, in fact, to avoid Gold completely. Although Gold promised his son that he would never hurt Killian, Emma or Henry, Killian wasn't going to take his chances in making him mad. In fact, he wasn't going to take the chance of letting his guard down and starting something first. Killian looked at the mobile hanging up in the shop and reached his hand up to touch one of the crystal unicorns.

"You break it, you buy it," Gold said from behind him. Killian whipped around to see Gold enter from the back room. "That's a very rare piece, very expensive. But for you, I'll triple the price." Killian cleared his throat and approached the counter.

"I've um...come to ask you...," Killian started. Gold just narrowed his eyes at him. "Is it possible that you could...restore my hand?" Gold laughed and clicked his cane on the ground.

"What an interesting question. Can the man who took your hand give it back to you? I thought you took pride in the reminder of your hand. Why the sudden interest in restoring rotting appendages?" Gold looked at the mobile then back at Killian. "Ahh...yes. The approaching bundles of joy. I heard whispers there were two. Well, my dear Captain. This would be an epic deal indeed."

"What do you want?" Gold began to pace the floor.

"How about your ship in ashes?"

"No, we need my ship to go home someday," Killian said. It was true. Once the beans matured, Killian's ship could take a majority of the town back to Storybrooke. Killian agreed it would be one of the keys to help getting everyone home. "Do you want to jeopardize the town just to see my sorrow?

"Well, if you're going to be noble," Gold said. "There is a ring that Milah wore. It matches the one on your hand, only with a red stone." Killian looked down at his ring with the blue stone. "I'll take Milah's ring for the answer. I know you carry it with you." Killian took Milah's ring out of the satchel and looked at Gold.

"What does it do?" Killian asked.

"It's just a ring, Captain. Do we have a deal or not?" Killian looked back down at Milah's ring. He remembered when he gave it to her. It was their promise to each other to be in each other's hearts forever. Killian sighed- he had more things at stake than a memory. He handed the ring over to Gold, who quickly snatched it up and put it in his pocket. "I kept your hand." Killian's eyes grew dark with anger.

"What?"

"I always keep a trophy of my conquests. You should relate, pirate. I used a preservation spell to keep it good as new. I kept it as a reminder- of how you took my wife, that you tricked me, how you took my chance to get to my son sooner." Gold said, advancing towards Killian with every step. "And now, thanks to me, all it takes is magic for you to have two working hands again."

"I take it you want another deal," Killian said.

"Oh, it's not that simple, Captain. Your hand is not in this world," Gold said. "It's in my castle."

"The dark castle?"

"Yes, Hook. It's back in our home land. I didn't bring it because I knew if by chance you were brought over to, I wanted it as far away from you as possible. Good luck getting it," Gold said, going towards the back room.

"Wait!" Killian said. Gold turned back to him. Killian took a bag of gold coins and laid them on the counter. "I will take the mobile."