A/N: Happy New Year Everyone! So this isn't technically a song quote but it's from Beyoncé's musical masterpiece "Lemonade" so it kinda works the same...

Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love?
You think it's not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…

"Lemonade" - Beyoncé

Faith

She hears his footsteps on the other side of the door as he paces back and forth. He stops after a moment and she knows that he wants to come in but can't bring himself to do so. She sighs deeply and places her hand on her stomach, sinking further into the bathtub.

Her pirate and his damn brooding.

The doorknob turns and there he is. His dark hair and black leather jacket are soaked through, probably from being out in the storm that had been blanketing Storybrooke for the past few days. Before he can even open his mouth to sputter out the apology that he knows that she deserves, she holds her hand out to him. After a beat, contemplating his next move, he strips down, even removing the brace that his hook attaches into, and she scoots forward, letting him slide into the bath behind her. His right arm comes around her shoulder, bringing her in closer, and she can feel the tension radiating off of him. Not even the respite of a soothing bath can quell the storm raging within.

"I know you're scared, Killian…"

And he exhales a shaky breath that he's been holding for god knows how long.

"Scared doesn't even begin to describe how I feel, Swan."

She sits up, turning to face him, and he brings her into his lap, closing what little space was left between the two of them. Some of the water spills over the rim of the tub but she pays it no mind as she holds his face in her hands, fingers smoothing over the dark brown stubble on his cheek and then over his lips. His eyes are weary and fearful. She often thinks about the only way she can tell his true age is by the look in his eyes. They've seen so much.

"Tell me then…"

He looks down between the two of them, swallowing hard, and tentatively reaches out to touch her stomach. His hand hovers over her belly for a moment and then, with a sharp exhale, he places it gently on her taut skin.

Because it wouldn't be like this for very long.

"I don't know the first thing about being a father, Emma… Mine abandoned me when I was young… and when I found him later…"

His voice breaks off before he can even finish his thought and she can see him blinking back tears. Of course, Killian had told her what had transpired between him and his father but it was still hard for him to physically admit what he had done.

"You're not that person anymore…"

"I know… but still… what kind of father could I hope to be when I had such an abysmal experience with my own? I don't deserve to have a child and no child should be cursed to have me as a father…"

She places a finger to his lips, silencing him, and she shakes her head. Of course, centuries of tormenting himself over his actions wouldn't just magically disappear overnight with kisses, bubble baths and a few "I Love You's." However, perhaps the promise of a new life, the beginning of a new chapter and ultimately a chance to be happy, could be very the seeds that needed to be sown in order for Killian to forgive himself.

"I don't want to hear any of that… because it's not true and you know that it's not true. You are the best person that I've ever known… and I won't listen to you say that you don't deserve this because you do… that future that we talked about? The one we fought so hard for in Camelot and in the Underworld? This baby… our baby is a big part of it."

She places a hand on top of the one he has resting on her stomach and she can feel just a little bit of his tension begin to dissipate. He had once told her that she needed to put her faith in him and now that's what she needed him to do. She needed him to believe that they could do this because they could.

"Still, I can't help but to wonder… what if I end up being a terrible father?"

"Killian, do you really think I would let you be a terrible father?"

And then he manages to crack a small smile.

"Aye, I suppose not, love."

They were going to be fine.