Granny's closed and the party of people wandered down the street towards their respective homes. Mary-Margaret and David were arm-in-arm at the front, Regina and Henry were chatting with Killian and Emma was walking next to Robin and a very tired Roland.

"Daddy, can I have a piggyback?" Yawned the youngster. Robin smiled indulgently and bent down to pick up his son. Emma watched with a slightly longing smile as she saw the care and love with which Robin handled Roland- he was certainly a good father. Everyone knew it, and could tell he was father material even before they knew he was one. He just had a quality of kindness and order about him which Emma wished Killian exuded. Not that Killian wasn't kind, but Emma just wasn't sure if he was ready, or even wanted to be a father.

"You must be very excited?" Prompted Emma, in an effort to stop her mind from straying to the B-A-B-Y problem, as she'd vowed to inwardly stave off the subject for the night. It hadn't been easy, and she'd only managed it by staying away from Killian as much as possible. She felt awful and was sure he was upset, but knew she'd make up for it later, somehow.

Robin smiled again, eyes crinkling as they walked past the clock tower. "I really am- not least because it'll mean I'll be sleeping in an actual bed, not a tent for the first time in years!"

Emma chuckled. Robin continued-

"I just hope Roland settles in, and Henry won't feel too competitive. As his mother, you know him better than I do, so do you think Henry will feel pushed out in any way? I mean, I want to make sure he doesn't feel excluded or replaced by the arrival of another youngster, especially as he's always been an only child."

Crap.

Emma inhaled through her nose, deeply.

"I think Henry should be fine with it. I mean, he's dealt with having baby Neal around pretty well, I'd say. And Roland and he get on well, so I don't think there'd be a problem."

The bit about Neal was partly to steady herself as well as the outlaw next to her. He did look comforted, which was more than she could say about herself, but before the conversation could go any further, they reached the junction where the Mills/Hoods went one way and the Nolan/Swan/Joneses went the other. The two parties bade the other goodnight, and Emma walked with her mother and son, who was staying with them for the night. David walked a little way behind them and Killian was behind him, making sure there was space enough between him and Emma so she'd be out of earshot.

"David?" He called in a low voice. The sherriff looked around and stopped so Killian could catch up with him. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about Emma?"

David frowned.

"Of course. Is something wrong?" He looked sideways through the orange streetlight glow at the pirate, who seemed unusually fidgety.

"No, not as such. It's just I've rather got the feeling she's upset with me- she was a little short with me at the loft earlier, and she's barely said two words to me all night. I think she's avoiding me, and... I just don't know why."

Killian was obviously upset, and David thought for a moment before he spoke, but even as he did so, he chose his words carefully.

"My daughter is the kind of girl who needs to feel secure in a relationship. Though you've been together a while, she needs to know you're definitely in it for the long run- and tonight, Robin and Regina's announcement probably reminded her that you and she haven't really been... moving."

Though he kept walking, Killian stared in bewilderment at the pavement.

"What does that mean, mate? What do I do?"

"Emma needs to know you and she are moving forwards in your relationship. It's been a couple of years for you two, and I think it's time you take it further." David suggested, trying to nudge Killian to an epiphany rather than telling him.

This time, David was the focus of Killian's confused stare. David sighed and decided that spoon-feeding him the answers would be more time-effective. Slapping him on the back, he entered his building, following his wife, son and granddaughter into the stairwell that led to the loft, and turned round only long enough to say:

"If I were you, I might try taking a leaf out of Robin's book." And with that, David was gone and Killian was left outside, thinking hard.

...

The next morning, Emma still wasn't ready to tell anyone. She lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling, having a mental argument with herself.

You have to tell someone.

I don't want to.

Just one person?

I can't! I'm not ready. And who would I tell, anyway? Whoever's not first to know will be upset.

Then tell everyone!

Not a chance- I can barely handling talking to myself about it.

Oh, woman up! You're meant to be the Saviour! If you can't handle a teensy little thing like being pregnant, then-

With that, Emma decided she was going to get up. After showering and dressing, she went downstairs to get a quick breakfast before heading to the sherriff's station.

She got downstairs and was surprised to see Killian sitting at the kitchen table with a wicker basket covered by a checked red cloth.

"Morning, love." He smiled, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Um... hi." Replied Emma, looking from the smug pirate to the picnic basket in wary confusion. After a moment's silence, she made a face and went to grab a breakfast bar and her coffee thermos.

"How did you sleep?" Asked Killian, getting up and walking over to her.

Damn this pirate, Emma thought. His caring question made her remember what she was keeping from him, as she'd actually gotten very little sleep. Wracked once more with guilt and fear, she shrugged and muttered something non-committal.

Undeterred by Emma's lack of enthusiasm (if anything he was spurred on, as Emma's reaction only encouraged his feeling she was upset), Killian grabbed her hand. Emma raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Killian, I've got to get to the station. I have loads of paperwork to do..."

Killian smiled confidently.

"Not today, Swan. Today, David is going to manage without you, as I've got some very special activities planned out for the two of us. I've sorted it with him- he'll have help from your boy and Mary-Margaret, and I think Hood said he'd check in if anyone else was needed. So today, love, you're having a day off."

Mouth slightly open in surprise, Emma was dragged out of the apartment by the very excited Killian, who'd only stopped long enough to pick up the picnic basket and wrench Emma away from her walkie-talkie so she wouldn't get distracted. Killian was feeling supremely confident- today was going to be a good day, both for him and Emma.

He was a little bit wrong about that.