A/N: Thanks for all of the wonderful feedback and support this story has been getting. I know some of you are wanting to see Killian's POV, and you will, I'm just trying to figure out a way to work that in. Thanks for your patience. And to clear up any confusion, Emma is still married to Neal, she just doesn't like to refer him as her husband.
Thanks again for those of you who are enjoying it and following along. And as I said before if this story is not your thing, I respect that, but please do not read and then continue to put down my story. Since I can't block guest readers who keep writing reviews like that, I will delete them. I never said the relationship is ethical, but in my opinion, the stories that involve forbidden romance (other than incest, rape or minors) are really the best so I decided to write one myself that was different from what I've seen. But that's me and I know this story is not everyone's cup of tea, which is fine. This story is about a consentual adult relationship and if out of all of the fics out there, this is the most inappropriate one, then there is something seriously wrong with that.
As far as the exams go, it is not realistic for an obgyn not to give Emma these exams (especially as a new patient) to make sure she doesn't have anything that might harm her baby. I am getting my information from my best friends who have had babies and they informed me that pap smears are done with pregnant patients and pelvic and breast exams are done at every obgyn appointment and if infections were an issue then doctors wouldn't recommend the patient to have sex while pregnant. So I assure you that I'm not making this stuff up. Okay, I am done with my rant. Please enjoy!
The morning went quite like any other one at the diner. That's how it started out anyway. It was pretty much the same crowd of people, including her blue-eyed doctor. Although, Liam wasn't always with him. Killian, however, was there without fail and always sat in the exact same booth in the back corner. It wasn't always the same time and occasionally he had to leave for an unexpected delivery, but somehow he always found time to stop in and get his apple pie. Today was not any different.
Emma took in a deep breath when she saw him come in. The last time she saw him was in his clinic when his head was between her legs and the circumstances were anything but romantic. Although, she should be used to non-romantic gestures between her legs. At least with her doctor, she actually trusted and liked him, professionally speaking of course. And after she left, she knew it would feel awkward seeing him in public. She wasn't wrong.
With hestitance, she approached his table, coffee pot in hand. They had their usual formal greetings as she desperately tried to shove the images from her appointment with him from her mind. Of course, he was ever the calm and collected gentleman as usual and if he was in anyway phased by their previous encounter, he did a very fine job hiding it. Emma, however, could feel her cheeks burning with red.
"How are you and the little lad today?"
"We're fine, all things considered." She steadied her breathing as she poured his coffee, but she couldn't seem to keep her fingers from shaking. God, what the hell was wrong with her? "How are you?" She asked, looking up at him. As she did, she didn't notice that her hand moved slightly, allowing coffee to spill outside the mug and onto the table.
She looked down and saw the coffee starting to drip off of the table and into his lap, eliciting a hiss from his lips as he jumped up.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She quickly grabbed some napkins and started spotting the wet spot from his jeans.
"It's okay, Emma," he said with a chuckle.
"I'm so so sorry... I will never let it happen again," she apologized profusely.
"Emma..." When she continued her ministrations, he placed a gentle hand on her arm to stop her as he offered a reassuring smile. "Its okay, no harm done." His tone was soft and soothing as she tried to gather her nerves. "I'll just clean it off in the restroom."
"Right. I'm sorry-"
"It's alright. I'll be right back."
After he left to use the restroom, she let out a frustrated sigh as she wiped down the table. She had to keep telling herself that she was not back in Tallahassee where she was chastised or harassed for spilling drinks, especially by Neal.
Killian came back and sat at the table as she looked at him with pleading eyes. "I really am sorry," she said in a quiet voice, her eyes full of guilt.
"Emma, its fine, really." His eyes met hers and she knew he must have been able to see the pain in them as he swallowed thickly.
"I take people weren't as kind where you're from?"
She didn't say anything as she looked down, avoiding his gaze.
"Listen, Emma... I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday after I found out about your bruises. It was unprofessional and I'm sorry. As a doctor, it's my job not to let my emotions get the best of me and I failed you and I'm sorry," he apologized in almost a whisper to keep out prying ears.
"It's okay. I'm just not used to people caring so much. It was actually kind of refreshing," she confessed.
"Well, I just want you to know that if I ever make you feel uncomfortable in any way, please let me know. I want you to be able to trust me as your doctor."
"Thank you." She gave him a weak smile before she turned and walked away to get his pie. The truth was, she did trust him. Given her experience a man in his position would already have tried to take advantage of her and he did no such thing. Because of that, she felt comfortable enough to continue seeing him as her doctor and that was the only thing she needed right now.
The next morning, Emma woke up from only a few hours of sleep. Night after night, she was plagued with nightmares and memories of her past. It had only been a couple of weeks since she had left, so it was all too fresh in her mind. And as if that wasn't enough, she had to take a cold shower. Apparently, the place had been fully booked the night before so there was a shortage of hot water. And when she went to use her blow dryer, it didn't work, even after she tried every outlet in her room.
Once she was dressed, she got into her mini-fridge for something to eat before her shift at the diner, but of course it was leftovers from the morning before. She wasn't complaining about having a hot breakfast, but it was getting tired, not to mention expensive, having to eat takeout or frozen dinners everyday since she didn't have an oven or any kitchen appliances other than a microwave.
Emma came into work with wet hair, baggy eyes and a growling stomach from her unsatisfying leftovers. She really needed to find an apartment.
After a tiring shift, her replacement for the day came in and Emma went into the kitchen to let Mary Margaret know she was leaving for the day. Her boss had other plans, however. She was at the steel kitchen counter with apples and various other ingredients.
"Are you ready to learn how to make an apple pie or are you too tired?" Mary Margaret asked with a concerned look on her face when she saw Emma.
Emma shook her head. "No, I'm not too tired," she lied. "I asked you to show me so I'm ready to learn."
"Very well then." Mary Margaret eyed her suspiciously as Emma stood next to her. "Have you ever made a pie before?"
"No, I haven't."
"Well that's no problem. You're a quick learner and apple pies are easy."
First they prepared and rolled the dough for the crust, putting the bottom layer in a pie pan. Emma washed the apples in the sink before they started peeling and slicing and Mary Margaret gave her instructions as they went.
"So what made you and David decide to run a bed and breakfast anyway?" Emma asked curiously.
"Well, it's kind of a long story but basically I used to own a bakery and he ran a homeless shelter down the road from my shop. He would come in everyday and order peach cobbler before he went into the shelter. I couldn't stand him back then because he was such a do-gooder and not to mention so charming it was annoying," Mary Margaret said with a laugh. "He would have flowers sent to me with romantic notes and was relentless so eventually I caved in and went out on a date with him. We got married a year later and decided to kind of combine our businesses. Only of course instead of a shelter, we started a motel and turned my bakery business into a diner. But we never deny anyone service to people who can't pay for a place to sleep."
"Yeah, I've noticed that seems to be the norm in this town," Emma said as she mixed sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg along with the other ingredients in a large bowl before adding the apples.
"Can I ask you something?" Mary Margaret asked her.
"Sure, what is it?"
"You said it wasn't safe where you were before. Was is it something or someone that made it not safe?"
"It was someone. My husband," she confessed. "He um... he was like an angry drunk only he was that way all of the time. And I couldn't let my baby be born into that life, so I escaped."
"Well I'm glad you came here," Mary Margaret said with a smile. "You're safe here. If this husband of yours ever comes here looking for you, he'll have to go through all of us first. This town... we kind of help each other out."
"Yeah, I've noticed," Emma said with a small smile.
"How is your room working out for you, anyway?"
"Well, not great to be honest. I didn't have any hot water and it kind of sucks not having a kitchen, but I didn't want to say anything because you and David were kind enough to give me a job and let me stay here."
Emma poured the apple mixture into the pie crust, scraping the remaining filling and apple slices from the bottom with a spatula.
Mary Margaret wiped down the counter with an understanding nod. "It's okay, Emma. You wouldn't have offended us if you did. We want you to feel comfortable here. I know you come from a troubled situation and you probably find it hard to trust people, but..." Margaret let out a long breath as she continued her task with an apprehensive look on her face.
Emma lifted her eyes from the pie crust that she was placing over the apple mixture and kneading the edges, glaring at her suspiciously.
"But what?"
"But, David and I were thinking that maybe you would like to stay with us for a while. We have a spare room, a kitchen and everything you would need to make your own meals," she suggested. "And it be a little more comforting knowing your only security at night isn't David's awful brother. And before you say no, we would charge you rent and for part of the utilities."
Emma sighed as she thought about the offer. It was rather tempting and she wouldn't feel bad about staying there for free. Although it would be weird staying with her boss.
She made slits in the pie crust and put the pie in the oven before turning around to look at Mary Margaret. "Fine. I'll stay with you and David on one condition..."
"Name it."
"I want to be treated like a normal employee here. I don't want special treatment because I'm living at your place."
Mary Margaret nodded with a smile. "No special treatment, got it."
"Okay then."
After work, Emma showed up to the address that Mary Margaret gave her with her bag in hand. They lived in a loft not too far from their business. In fact, she could probably walk to work if she wanted to. She let out a nervous sigh as she lifted her hand to knock on the door. Should she knock? She was staying there now after all, but she didn't want to just barge in. So she knocked.
David answered the door with a warm smile. "Hi, Emma, come on in." He moved aside to let her in and she looked around the spacious loft. "I'm glad you decided to stay with us. And I do apologize about the cold shower this morning."
"It's okay."
"Here, let me show you to the room you'll be staying in." He took her bag and led her to a bedroom, setting it on the bed.
"There's an adjacent bathroom that will just be yours. We have another one upstairs that Mary Margaret and I will use so you can store any of your personal items in there."
"Thank you. I really appreciate you letting me stay here."
"It's not a problem. Let me get your other bags for you."
"Oh, I just have one," she told him.
He looked appalled as he spoke. "Oh. That's everything you own?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I left everything else back in Tallahassee and just haven't had time or money to do any shopping for more clothes."
"I see. Well, maybe you and Mary Margaret could go shopping then. I'm sure she would love that. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. We want you to feel at home."
Emma nodded appreciatively. "Thank you again."
David left the room and she unpacked her things, putting them in the dresser and bathroom cabinets. It was already much better than the lonely motel room.
The following week, as Emma adjusted to living in a new place with people she didn't know very well, she spent her spare time at work making and perfecting the apple pie. Fear of dissapionting Killian and turning him away from his favorite dessert, she made sure to serve him Mary Margaret's pie for the time being. The other customers seemed to enjoy it, but still it wasn't good enough for her yet.
Finally, one night before her shift ended, she added her own touch to the pie she was making and was ready to serve him a slice of it.
It was extremely busy the next morning as she anxiously awaited for him to come through the door. She didn't know why, but she felt nervous. Over the last couple of weeks, they had engaged in casual conversation. He would tell her stories about his experiences as a doctor and she would listen and tell him about her day, nothing serous, just casual chitchat. During that time, she felt that they had become acquaintances or maybe even friends. So really there was nothing wrong with wanting to see him and serve him his favorite pie that she made from scratch and spent weeks perfecting. There was nothing wrong with that.
When he didn't show up that morning, or at all, she was not disappointed. She couldn't care less.
After work, Emma went to the loft and took a shower, not at all wondering why he never showed up. He always showed though.
Emma met Mary Margaret at the door after she was dressed in the same outfit she wore the first day she came to Storybrooke. Her stomach had grown since then, so her shirt was a bit small for her now and she really needed new clothes, which is why she agreed to let Mary Margaret take her shopping.
"Ready to go?" her roommate asked her.
She nodded and they walked out the door and down the stairs to Mary Margaret's car.
"I hope you don't mind, I invited someone to go with us."
Emma arched a brow as they both got in the car. "Not at all. Do I know them?"
"No, she works alot, so I barely get to see her. She's my best friend and I think you two will get along."
"Okay." Emma was intrigued. She had never really had friends before, none she could trust anyway, and she was glad Mary Margaret was including her in on things like this with other people.
They drove to a mall out of town and pulled into the large parking lot. They walked to the main entrance and there was a woman with long, dark hair and red lips that were curved into a cheerful smile when she spotted Mary Margaret.
"Hey, how are you?"
Mary Margaret was also smiling from ear to ear as they excitedly approached one another and wrapped each other in a hug.
"It's been too long since I've seen you," Mary Margaret said as they pulled apart.
"I know, I know."
Mary Margaret looked at Emma, gesturing her forward. "Emma, this is my best friend, Ruby. Ruby, this is Emma."
"Hi, Emma. I've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you." Ruby looked her over, noticing her belly. "Oh, what a cute baby bump. I forgot that Mary Margaret told me you're pregnant. Congratulations." Ruby caught her off gaurd when she pulled her into a hug.
"Thank you, it's nice to meet you, too," Emma said politely.
"How do you like Storeybrooke so far?" Ruby asked as she pulled away.
"It's definitely different but everyone is really nice. Mary Margaret and David gave me a job at the diner and let me into their home, so I can't really complain."
"Yeah, she tells me you are in need of some new clothes and I think I am the right person to help you out there." She leaned, speaking in a teasing voice with a hand to block her mouth. "Don't let Mary Margaret pick out your clothes. She'll make you look like Snow White."
"Hey, I heard that," Mary Margaret exclaimed. "I would not."
"Oh please, just look at your ugly blue waitress uniforms. Their so old-fashioned looking."
"Just because they're not red, doesn't mean they're ugly," Mary Margaret said defensively.
Ruby smiled and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Come on, Emma. Let's pick you out some clothes."
The three of them walked inside as Ruby searched a clothing store to her liking.
"Lets see..." Ruby started as she eyed Emma's belly again to gauge her size. "You would look so cute in a maternity dress."
"I'm not really into dresses unless I have to wear them," Emma declined.
"Honey, believe me, you will feel differently when you're eight months pregnant and can't reach your feet. Believe me."
"Okay," Emma laughed. "And I take it you have experience in that department."
Ruby laughed. "Please, me pregnant? No, I'm just around mothers alot. I work in the pediatric ward at the hospital."
"Oh."
"So, you will be seeing me there soon enough."
"Yeah, not for a while though. I'm only five months pregnant."
"Do you know what you're having?"
"Yeah, I had my ultrasound to find out the gender and Kill-I mean Dr. Jones says it's a boy."
Ruby grinned widely at that. "So, Killian's your OBGYN huh? That's a shame."
Emma looked at her confused. "Why do you say that?"
"Oh please, you can't tell me you don't want to hit that."
Emma's jaw dropped at her brazenness, blush creeping into her cheeks. "I... uh... Killian's my doctor. I don't see him like that."
"Exactly, because you can't. He's examined you and he could lose his license for seeing his patients. Which is why I said it's a shame."
"Well, I'm not looking for anything romantic even if he wasn't my doctor. I've just recently got away from a bad marriage," Emma explained. She wasn't sure how much Mary Margaret had divulged to Ruby so she left it at that.
"Well, just wait until you reach your horny stages of pregnancy, then tell me if you feel the same way."
Mary Margaret's jaw dropped. "Ruby!"
"What?" Ruby asked innocently. "I'm just telling it like it is."
"So, have you and Killian ever...?" Emma asked curiously.
"No. We're good friends and he hasn't been with a woman since he lost his wife. It's kind of difficult to date, anyway, when you've given all the females in town pap smears," Ruby laughed. "Plus, don't you think it would be weird to date a guy who's examined you're lady-parts?"
"Yeah, definitely," Emma nodded in agreement. "It would definitely be weird."
The three of them found a maternity store and Ruby picked her out some dresses that would stretch around her baby bump when she got bigger. Emma caved in and tried them on, starting to like the idea of wearing a dress while she was pregnant. It would be much easier to change into than trying to get into pants when she reached her third trimester.
Emma bought a few dresses and comfortable shoes to go with them before they went to some other stores.
They had some Chinese in the food court and went outside after they finished eating. "It was nice to meet you, Emma. The three of us should do this again."
"Yes, we should," Mary Margaret agreed.
"You're inviting me to the baby shower, right?" Ruby asked Emma.
Emma nodded. She hadn't really thought that far ahead but she supposed that Ruby would be at the top of the list with Mary Margaret, considering she didn't really know anyone else well enough to invite.
"Okay, great. Keep in touch."
"Bye, Ruby."
Mary Margaret and Emma headed for the car with their shopping bags, putting them in the trunk.
"So, she seems nice," Emma said once they were in the car and Mary Margaret was pulling out of the parking spot.
"Yeah, sorry, she doesn't really have a filter when she's outside of work."
"No, it's fine. I had fun."
"Good, I'm glad. Now, what do you say we go home?"
Emma nodded with a smile. She liked the idea of having a home to go to; one where she didn't have to be afraid of going to. "Okay, but are you sure I'm not being an imposition, though? I don't want to interfere."
Mary Margaret looked her as though she were crazy. "Emma, you're not an imposition. David and I enjoy having you around."
"Okay," Emma said, accepting her answer.
The next day, Killian still had not shown up to the diner, so she grabbed a to-go cup of coffee and the pie that she had made especially for him and drove over to his clinic. She had made a decision after her conversation with Ruby. She was going to shove any and whatever attraction she felt for him out of her mind. She was a grown woman and she surely didn't need any man in her life nor did she want to lose him as her doctor. She would simply hand the receptionist the pie and coffee to give to Killian as a thank you for her free appointment her first day and then she would be on her way.
Emma walked in and went up to the receptionist counter. "I just wanted to drop this pie and coffee off for Dr. Jones."
"Sure. He's in his office right now. You can go back there," the receptionist said.
"Oh, okay," she said, surprised. She didn't expect him to be available.
The receptionist led her to his office.
"Dr. Jones, you have a delivery," the receptionist said before she left.
"A delivery? I didn't order anything." Killian looked up from the papers on his desk and immediately stood up when he saw Emma. Her heart sank when she saw him. He looked completely exhausted, his eyes dull from lack of sleep, she imagined.
"Miss Swan... how are you? Is everything alright?" he asked, concerned.
Emma stepped into the office. "Yeah, I'm fine. The baby's fine. I just... you haven't been into the diner to get your coffee and apple pie, so I thought I would bring them to you."
Killian's features relaxed and his lips pulled into a gracious smile. "Thank you. That's very sweet of you," he said as he took the pie and coffee. "I've just been busy. I had to deliver twins with complications that literally took up my whole day yesterday and half of today."
"Oh, well in that case, I should go, so you can get back to work." She started to turn and walk away.
"It's alright. I could use the company."
"No, really. I should go." She kept telling herself that he was her doctor and she didn't want to get too close. She didn't need the temptation. Just being in the same room was bad enough.
He looked dissapointed at her words. "As you wish."
She sighed and turned back around. "Okay, I'll stay. But you have to try the apple pie. I made it myself."
He arched a brow and she could see the excitement in his features. "Well, I can't wait to try it then. Why don't you have a seat, Miss Swan? You're probably exhausted from being on your feet all day," he said as he set the pie and coffee on his desk and sat back in his chair.
"Probably not as exhausted as you are," she teased as she took a seat across from him.
"Aye, but I'm not pregnant," he said with a smirk. "What did I tell you about taking it easy?"
She rolled her eyes. "Well, even pregnant women have to work."
"That's not what I meant," he chuckled. "I'm just looking out for my patient's well-being."
"I know." She gave him another eye roll. Just then, Emma's phone buzzed in her purse and she reached to pull it out. It was a text from Mary Margaret, asking her if she'd be home for dinner. "Well, I have to go. It's dinnertime at the Nolan's," she laughed lightly as she stood up, walking toward the door.
"Ah. Well, have a good night. And remember if you have any questions or concerns-"
Emma immediately spun around, interrupting him. "Okay, fine. Now that you mention it, I do have one question..." Okay, maybe she was feeling a little bold, but the doctor was asking for it. Every time they were about to part ways, he made a point to tell her to let him know if she had any questions or concerns.
"Sure, what is it, Emma?" he asked as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Well, you said no strenuous activities... so what if I wanted to masturbate? Would that harm the baby?"
Coffee spewed out of Killian's mouth, spraying the desk as he coughed and stuttered.
"Uh..." he scratched nervously behind his ear as he looked around for something to clean up the coffee. She pulled out some napkins that she still had in her apron and handed them to him. "Thank you." He attempted to speak as he cleaned up the mess. "Um no... sexual activity during a normal pregnancy is perfectly healthy." He cleared his throat and discarded the napkins in the small waste basket beside his desk.
She attempted to hide a smirk as she opened the door. "Thanks, Dr. Jones. I'll keep that in mind." With that said, she turned and walked out of his office, shutting the door behind her, a satisfied grin crossing her lips.
