A/n: Hey everyone, thanks again for the support as always. :D This one will be a two-parter, so the next chapter will take place directly after this one. It was just getting on the long side, so I figured I'd better cut it in half. hehe I hope you enjoy it! :)
Maddie: I thought I might be you, but I wasn't sure. "he still wants to protect Emma but forgets that she's a grown woman...so doesn't know what to do with all that protective instinct" That's exactly what I was going for, so I'm glad that you feel the same way. so yay! And of course her hormones will get he best of her. I think that having a baby together is affecting their feelings for each other more than they realized it would. I think just sleeping together had created some real feelings, so living together separately, with Emma pregnant is causing all kinds of stirrings. ;D At least I'd assume that's how it would go in that situation.
Lisa: It might be more like a "oh HEEELLLLLLL NO" look. LOL
KouShun'U: That is an amusing thought. xD She's going for Rumple next! lol Kidding, kidding! Not in this fic. haha
Fire1: I wish we would see more protective!Charming in the show too, but I think we might next season. ;) At least, I hope so. As far as the Neal thing goes, I agree. I think that Charming would have those angry feelings with Neal as well, but he hasn't had much contact with Neal for one, and though he would find him cowardly and dishonorable for leaving Emma, I don't think he'd find Neal particularly dangerous, which is how he feels about Hook, so his feelings are a bit more strong about him being with his daughter.
I'll Tell Him Tonight Pt 1
(14 Weeks)
Emma shot out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, almost unable to lift the toilet seat lid before she emptied the contents of her stomach into it. She gripped onto the sides of the bowl with no concern for cleanliness, nearly resting her face on the seat. Her stomach twisted painfully. Having very little in her to begin with, she felt like she was going to puke up her insides if the involuntary heaving didn't stop.
Up until 2 weeks before, the nausea had been very minimal and only struck when she hadn't eaten enough, but now, she felt it safe to say that it had hit her full force. She had never even thrown up when she was pregnant with Henry. In fact, her whole first pregnancy had been pretty uneventful, something she had been thankful for at the time, considering her circumstances. Unfortunately, it had left her feeling unprepared, because between the nausea and exhaustion - this baby was kicking her ass.
"Isn't that supposed to stop after the first trimester?" she thought to herself, wiping her mouth and shakily standing up, her stomach still twisting somewhat painfully. "Stupid pamphlets lie," She felt thankful that David had forced her into taking a day off. This was definitely not her favorite part of pregnancy, and she certainly had a few choice words for whoever decided this was a part of the miracle of procreation.
"Mom? Are you ok?" Henry's voice echoed from the next room over.
"I'm fine, are you ready for school?" she forced out after spitting into the sink.
"Almost! Are you sure you're alright in there?"
"Just fine. Get yourself some cereal and I'll be out in a few, kid,"
Emma wiped her mouth again and squeezed some toothpaste onto her toothbrush, eager to scrub the vomit-taste out of her mouth.
When she finally dressed and made her way out of her bedroom, Henry was already at the kitchen table, scooping spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth. He was fully dressed and his backpack was draped over the back of the wooden chair he was sitting in. One thing could be said for having a pirate captain living with them – Henry didn't lag in the morning. It seemed like he never ran out of questions to ask him about his many adventures.
"So Killian, how long exactly were you in Neverland?"
"Hey! Pants!" Emma exclaimed when she saw the near naked pirate opening the fridge, boxers snugly hugging his hips.
"I don't know the exact days, but it was somewhere around 300 years," Hook replied to the boy, either not hearing Emma or plain ignoring her.
"Well," he took another bite. "What'd you do all that time?"
Emma gave up momentarily when her stomach turned again a bit at the idea of food. She decided to finish getting ready for the day instead, and went back towards her bedroom in case she needed a quick escape to the bathroom.
"Sailing, fighting off the lost boys, pillaging, sampling the- finer sides of Neverland life," he chuckled with a spark of remembrance in his eyes, purposely leaving out that plotting his revenge had been his main incentive for discovering a realm where you never aged.
He'd definitely gotten better at talking with Henry since he had first joined them the month before. There had been a learning curve when the boy had first started pelting the pirate with endless questions.
"Did you ever meet any mermaids?"
"I did my best not to," Hook poured himself a glass of orange juice and leaned against the counter. "Nasty creatures, but beautiful from a distance… like many women," he teased, winking at Emma, when she walked past the kitchen. "I preferred the company of fairies,"
"Fairies? Aren't they tiny? What were they like?"
"Many could choose to become our size whenever they wished with magic. Of course, their normal bodies were so small, they only have room for one emotion at a time and they can be just as nasty as the mermaids when angered, but when they're not…"
"Did you know Tinkerbell?" Henry interrupted excitedly.
"You ask a lot of questions for a child,"
"So, did you?"
"Know Tinkerbell? Well… I'd say I more than knew her," he chuckled into his glass of orange juice.
Emma re-entered the kitchen just in time to hear the tail-end of the conversation. "Alright then, I think that's enough of Neverland… Killian, put some pants on," She interrupted before the conversation got more inappropriate. She picked up the open box of Raisin Bran and walked to the cupboard, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from the trim pirate who was still parading around her kitchen in nothing but a pair of grey boxers.
"Well, good morning, love," he greeted her as if this was the first time he had noticed her this morning.
"We've talked about the pants,"
"It's a good thing you weren't on my ship, Lass. You should see what I normally sleep in," he smirked, with a playful wriggle of his brows. "And on my ship, I make the rules,"
"Not in my house, and not in front of my kid," she placed her hands firmly on her hips and locked eyes with Killian.
"It's ok, mom," Henry said in a dry tone that indicated she was having "one of her moods" again. "We're both guys," he shrugged.
Emma wasn't sure why, but something about Henry having a male figure around the house, and the idea of them ganging up on her like a normal family made her both uncomfortable and happy at the same time.
"It's alright, lad. If it'll appease the lady of the house…" he grinned, dutifully walking out to the living room and picking up a pair of sweatpants off of the carpet next to the sofa. Much to Emma's dismay, his "closet" had basically become the floor next to where he slept.
"So mom… can we set up the new tv when I get home from school?"
"Aren't you going over the Grace's after school?"
"So the lad has his first girl?"
"He does not have his first girl," she said, then quickly turned to Henry. "Wait, do you?"
"We're just friends," Henry laughed.
"Good answer," she teased, ruffling his hair, "Tell you what, kid. Today's my day off and the cable guy is coming by while you're at school, so I'll have it all set up when you get home. Deal?"
"Awesome!"
Emma shook her head at his enthusiasm. "It's almost time to head to school, are we walking?"
"Uh, I think I'm taking the bus today,"
"With Grace?" Emma asked with a raised eyebrow, and her son only smiled back in response. She was secretly relieved. After her stomach's prior rebellion, she wasn't so sure what the walk would do to her.
Later that day, after the cable man left the apartment, Emma was fumbling with the settings on the new and mysterious cable box perched atop the television. She wasn't completely technology illiterate, but something about a new tv setup made her feel as ignorant to technology as Hook was.
"So you finally got one of those ridiculous talking boxes," Hook commented, arms crossed over his chest while he watched her.
"It's for Henry,"
"Really, Emma? Sinking to bribery?"
"What? What would I be bribing him about?"
"I'm a pirate, love, and I know bribery," Killian nodded towards her abdomen. "It won't be long before you won't need to tell him, you know,"
Emma looked offended. "I still weigh the same thing I did 3 months ago," she said indignantly, patting her stomach. She hadn't shown enough for anyone to notice with Henry until she was nearly 6 months along, and she hoped it would be same with this one. Truthfully, when dressing in the mornings, Emma could already see the outline of a bump beginning to form, but it would be a long time before it would look like more than a few extra cheeseburgers to anyone else in town if she was fully clothed. "Asshole," she muttered, while fiddling with the wiring behind the new television set.
He clicked his tongue at her. "Tsk tsk, such language for a mother, Emma,"
"Tonight, I'm telling him tonight," she said finally, changing the subject.
"And what will you tell him about me?" His tone became curious.
"I'll tell him the truth. We're having a baby. You're the baby's father, but you're not going to be his father,"
"So I'm finally being promoted from the random houseguest?"
"You are just a houseguest, Killian," she said dryly, rolling her eyes.
Why? Did he want to be more than a houseguest? He had certainly been good with Henry lately, and she knew how hard it had been for him to get used to being around children. Fortunately, the charm with which he told his stories seemed to work on children as well as it did on women, and his ego always enjoyed the boost of telling them. Having Killian live with them was like having a walking, talking storybook to Henry, and he couldn't get enough of it. And it wasn't as if his flirting with Emma had let up, but that was just who he was, wasn't it? He flirted with Granny for God's sake! Maybe he was serious about being there for their child, but that was just some sort of pirate or gentleman's code of honor. He wasn't staying out of any deeper feelings for her.
Finally, she hit the right button on the remote and the screen flickered from white noise to cable. "There! Finally, damn tv," When she glanced back, Killian had gone to the other side of the room and was pulling on the tall pirate boots he still insisted on wearing occasionally. A leather trenchcoat followed, worn over his jeans and t-shirt.
"Back with the pirate stuff?"
"It's not 'pirate' stuff, Emma, it's my stuff," he grumbled.
"What's wrong with you? Where are you going?"
"I just need some air, I've been cooped up in here too long,"
"Didn't you live on a ship for 300 years?"
"The ship had a deck," he reminded her. "I'll pick up lunch at Granny's,"
"Do you ever even cook?" she joked with a raised eyebrow, concerned that she had hurt his feelings. Was that even possible? Since when did that cocky bastard get offended?
"Do you want anything, love?"
"No, I-I'm fine. I think I'll just watch some tv,"
Moments later, Emma was left alone in the apartment and too mentally exhausted from the life that was being Emma Swan to bother trying to psychoanalyze Killian Jones. She curled up on the couch that had been commandeered the past month, and scanned the tv guide until she felt her eyes beginning to droop. How could pregnancy make her this exhausted all the time, even while being lazy? It wasn't long before she fell into a deep sleep, and it wasn't until an hour later that Emma was startled out of it to see a dark figure leaning against the end of the sofa she had been napping on.
"Jesus, Killian. What are you doing?"
"Just curious, love," he nodded towards her television. "I came back in to see something... quite intriguing on your magic box,"
Emma followed his gaze to see that where the tv guide had been, was now an entirely different type of film. Her eyes widened and she was finally awake enough to realize that the obvious loud moaning was coming from the tv set. She must have fallen asleep while flipping through the guide, or rolled over onto the controller in her sleep. She hadn't even known that she had those channels.
"Naughty girl," he smirked with a raised eyebrow. "Is this what you do when I leave?"
"What? No!"
"No wonder you were so out of sorts all morning," he looked as if he were going to burst with laughter any moment. "That much pent up frustration-"
"I wasn't watching porn," she snapped, sitting up quickly.
"My dear, you were watching sex," he corrected, unfamiliar with the term. His eyes still hadn't left the screen. "Filthy sex," His eyes were lit up with mischief. "You know, love, all you have to do is ask,"
"Shutup, Killian. I fell asleep and when I woke up, the channel had changed," she argued, quickly picking up the remote and flicking the tv off. "Besides, why is it any of your business if I was?"
"What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't offer my services to the lustful, hormone-inflicted mother of my child?"
"Did you read that in the pamphlets?"
"Emma, I assure you, according to my reading, all the new feelings you have towards me are completely normal," he continued teasingly, running a playful finger across her bare foot.
"Like the strong feeling where I throw my shoe at your head?" she snapped, kicking his hand away.
"I'll have to look that one up," he grinned.
"Get out of here. Henry will be here any minute from Grace's,"
"So you're finally going through with it then?"
"What do you mean finally?"
"Love, you've been terrified of telling him about our little… indiscretion for weeks now,"
"Don't call it that, it's not its fault," she complained, rubbing her belly gently. "Besides, why don't you tell him? You don't seem to have much of a problem telling him about your other 'indiscretions'. Tinkerbell?"
"Jealous, love?"
Emma scoffed. "You wish,"
"Maybe a little," he conceded, letting his hand drift back down her ankle.
Before Emma had to chance to decide if she wanted to kiss him or kick him again, they were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
"Hey, mom!"
A/n: So that's part one. Obviously, Henry will find out the big news next chapter. :D I hope you all liked it! Now to brainstorm for "300 Years". I will not let that muse die! lol Btw, I had to include a little bit of Hook/Tink in there. It's my guilty pleasure ship that they were FWB's at the least back in Neverland. She's saucy and bratty and he'd enjoy her passion and fire, I think. hehe I have an idea for including her in my next WIP fic after I am finished with 300 Years. ;)
