Hey, guys! Sorry, this took so long. I had it written and everything and I could've published it but I kept forgetting what with exams and the school year ending. But here it is! I hope you like it!
Nearly two weeks after Emma discovered she was pregnant, Killian and she decided to tell her parents and Henry. Henry was spending the day at their apartment that day so they figured it would be now or never. Not that Emma wasn't nervous.
"You tell him," Emma whispered furiously, shoving the black and white form of the child in her stomach into Killian's good hand.
"He's your kid," Killian responded, attempting to hand the paper back to Emma.
"And that's why you should tell him. He'll take it better coming from you."
"Do you really think that? You think he'll take the fact that his mother is pregnant better from the impregnator?" Hook asked, his voice growing slightly louder with each frantic word that escaped his mouth.
Emma shushed him. Killian's tone had reached a volume that Henry could probably hear in the adjacent room. They were silent for a moment, listening for any signs that Henry had overheard their conversation. Once properly convinced that Henry had not heard Killian continued, much more calm this time;
"What is this really about Swan?"
"What do you mean?" Emma asked, looking dead into Killian's blue eyes, the same blue as the sea on a dark misty day, her own eyes full of confusion.
"You're actually telling me that you're genuinely frightened of telling your own son that he's going to be a brother?"
Emma opened her mouth in retaliation, but before a word could be uttered a sound from the hallway stopped her.
Emma sighed, rubbing her temples tiredly, "Henry, you can come in."
A couple of seconds passed, seconds Emma knew Henry spent frozen in the hallway before remembering how to move. He entered the kitchen sheepishly.
"How much did you hear?" Emma sighed again.
"About all of it," Henry responded casually reaching over to take the ultrasound from Hook's hand. "So… I'm going to be a big brother?"
Emma and Killian nodded.
"And this is my sibling?" he added, holding up the ultrasound for clarification.
They nodded again.
"It looks kind of weird," Henry said simply before giving his mother the picture and turning to get an apple from the fridge.
Once he had left, Killian turned to Emma, slightly amused.
"Well, that wasn't that bad."
"Not that bad at all," Emma responded, shaking her head. "It does look a little weird doesn't it?" Emma added, glancing down at the picture of the fetus.
"Well it's our little weird child," Killian said, his voice filled with a newfound affection.
Emma shot Killian an unamused look.
"Oh come on," Killian said, "You love it."
"Sometimes I worry about wanting this child to take after you."
"Good thing that it's a little Swan."
After receiving another pained look from Emma, Killian grabbed her hand, attempting to steer her attention elsewhere. He practically dragged Emma out of the room. "Let's go tell your parents the wonderful news."
"We'll be back soon!" Emma managed to call out to Henry before being ushered out the apartment by Killian. They started off in the general direction of the Sheriff's station.
...
David was found spending his afternoon in the sheriff's office waiting for something, anything exciting to happen. At this point, it did not matter what, as long as it meant doing something. That something could be handing out parking tickets for all he cared.
He missed it. The chase, the blood pumping in his veins, him and Snow against the rest of the world (or at least the Evil Queen for that matter.) But now the Evil Queen had repented, the villains were gone, the enchanted forest was left in the past; in its wake was Storybrooke.
Sure, villains still came and went like old times, it was just different. He had a family that seemed to be growing and expanding by the minute. No matter how much he loved the thrill of adventure, his love for Mary Margaret and his family would always win out.
David always drew the line at his family.
A faint smile played gently at David's lips as he reached over to adjust the wooden picture frame on his desk as to better see it. It was of his wife and one-year-old son sitting in a booth at Granny's dinner during one of the many celebrations. Neal is everything to him, he symbolized another chance to be the father he always wished he could have been for Emma.
"Any hot cases?" a familiar voice asked.
David looked up from the picture to see that his daughter and her boyfriend had just entered the station.
"Not exactly," David sighed, bored.
"No new monsters in Storybrooke to fight off with dashing good looks?" Killian added only to receive a weak chuckle from David.
"I guess you could say that. Have you to come to mock me or is there an actual purpose to your visit?" David's eyes brightened momentarily as a second thought crossed his mind, "Is my shift over?"
Emma checked her watch and shook her head apologetically at her father.
Killian, realizing that the conversation was going nowhere, cut in before Charming could respond with yet more "witty" banter, "We're actually here with important news."
"Oh?" Charming's eyebrows lifted slighted, his mouth almost perfectly shaped the sound that had escaped his mouth.
"Yes, it might be a good idea to call Mom," Emma said, much more serious than moments previous.
Charming did not argue. He picked up the black handle of the phone on the sheriff's desk and quickly dialed his wife's number.
"Hello?" came the sound of Mary Margaret's tired voice when she picked up. David could clearly make out the sounds of Neal jabbering away in the background.
"Um, honey. Emma and Killian are here with me….." David started, glancing up momentarily to catch the gaze of his company.
"Oh no, what happened? Are they okay?" Snow White cut in, her mom mode turned on to full force.
"No, no. They're fine. They just have something to tell us and need you to come down here as soon as possible," David assured.
Silence filled the line and for a moment David thought Mary Margaret had inadvertently hung up on him, but then her voice came again.
"He proposed?" Snow asked David could practically see Mary looking for the answer as to not have to take the trip all the way to the station with their one-year-old son.
"Ummm, no," David responded after searching Emma's hand for the telltale sign of a ring.
"She's pregnant?"
David studied Emma for a moment, before placing his hand over the receiver of the phone, "Er your mother wants to know if you're pregnant."
Shock flickered across Emma's face momentarily, "Yes, I am."
David uncovered the phone turning back to the conversation he was having with his wife, "She is."
His head snapped back up to face his daughter. "Wait, you're pregnant? Since when?" David asked putting emphasis on the word pregnant. The gravity of the situation was finally sinking in. He could barely compute his wife's reaction on the other end of the phone, his attention was fixed on the two in front of him.
"We just found out about a week and a half ago."
"Hand me over," came Snow White's voice from the other end, reminding David of the other member of the conversation.
"Here, your mom wants to speak to you," he said dazed, handing the phone over to Emma. Emma took it before backing up slightly to give herself space to talk to her mother.
"It's going to be okay mate," Killian whispered reassuringly, giving Charming a hearty slap on the forearm.
Of course, it was going to be okay. Why wouldn't it be okay? David thought. I just became a father again and now a grandfather again. "This family just keeps growing," he said aloud.
"It's almost getting scary mate," Killian said, laughing uneasily before pulling the folded photo of his unborn child out of his jacket pocket and laying it awkwardly before David. "There it is."
David took the photo studying it for a long moment before rising from his chair and heading out of the room.
"Where are you going with that?" Killian asked protectively, chasing after David.
"To photocopy it," David responded as they reached the photocopier. Once photocopied, he gave Killian back the original, turning back to his office.
He folded the paper lovingly before placing it beside the frame holding the picture of Snow and Neal. He glanced back up at his daughter who was still talking animatedly on the phone. When she was done talking she handed the phone back to David who took it and put it on speaker.
"Now you guys can't tell anyone. Not yet." Emma said warningly. "You got that Mom?"
David laughed at the comment as Mary Margaret promised excitedly but not without a tad of offense at the accusation.
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