Killian sighed and dragged a weary hand over his face. When he had left his very comfortable bed, not to mention his very alluring wife, behind that morning he'd had every intention of only spending an hour in the office at most. Looking at the clock he was dismayed to see that it was going on four hours, with no immediate end in sight. He silently vowed to himself to never again leave for a week without putting someone competent in charge.

Immediately Killian felt ashamed at his thoughts. It hadn't been Will's fault that everything had practically gone to hell the one week he had returned to Boston to check in with the business there. Killian couldn't even bring himself to remotely regret the expansion up into Maine but he sometimes wished he could allow himself just a moment to relinquish his need for control and relax for one bloody day. Even if he knew it would be more for Emma's benefit than his own.

Emma had supported him wholeheartedly from the moment he had voiced the idea of expanding his business. The tours he had been doing in Boston Harbor had taken off after the Mayor's Halloween party five years before and as a result his company had reached heights of success he hadn't dreamed of. He had offhandedly mentioned the thought opening a second location to Emma late one night only a few months after they had married. She had taken him completely by surprise when she had told him that she thought it was an excellent idea and then even more so when she had leapt up from their bed to grab a notebook to begin writing down places she thought people would want boating tours. Killian had been too stunned to contribute that night but he remembered thinking that if he hadn't already married her he would have done it the second the courthouse had opened the next morning.

It had taken another two years, multiple loan applications, and more frustrations than he thought he could handle before he was finally able announce the opening of the Maine location. He and Emma had chosen a small seaside town called Storybrooke due to the large number of tourists that flocked there in the summer and that it was just far enough away from Portland and Old Orchard Beach to encourage said tourists to charter day trips down the coast for a visit. Storybrooke was not only an ideal location for his business but also for them personally. Their dreams of owning a home had been realized not long after the decision to open in Storybrooke had been made and Emma had been happily employed as a deputy in the sheriff's office since they'd made their move up the eastern seaboard. Whenever Killian had a moment to stop and breathe he found himself amazed at the life he often times felt he had merely had the good fortune of stumbling into. Shaking himself out of his reverie he turned back to the papers piled up on his desk.

They were in the height of their first official summer season. Things had been going well enough that Killian had believed that he could spend a week in Boston without disrupting how smoothly things had been running in Maine. It was only when he had returned that he realized he'd been a touch overconfident and hadn't quite prepared Will as thoroughly as he should have.

Will and Belle had moved to Maine at the insistence of Emma and the promise of jobs from Killian. They had both been struggling to find steady work and a place to live in Boston and out of all their friends they were the only ones willing and able to move to Storybrooke with them. While Will had no sailing experience or knowledge about boats and ships at all Killian knew he had an uncanny ability to talk his way into a good deal which gave him a wily head for business. By hiring him it had allowed Killian some of his freedom to return to captaining the sailing excursions himself, something he had reluctantly given up once the business had taken off years before. Belle on the other hand was highly proficient on the computer and from the minute she'd been on the payroll she had overhauled his entire system: making bookings more efficient, cutting costs due to redundancies when ordering supplies, and updated the payroll software to one that wasn't over a decade old. She had joined him in Boston to update the computers there which had led to the backup of paperwork due to Will having no clue how to enter anything into any of the software his wife had installed.

When Killian had dropped Belle off at her house late the afternoon before he had almost immediately received a litany of texts from Will. There was a lot of waffling, too many 'mates', and three promises of pints at the local bar, The Rabbit Hole, before Will finally got to the point that there was a bit of extra work awaiting him at the office. Killian hadn't been too concerned at the time, more anxious to get back to Emma and the luxury of sleeping in his own bed instead of the somewhat lumpy guest mattress at David and Mary Margaret's than anything. He had merely thought that Will had been over exaggerating what awaited him. Glancing down at the multitude of numbers and post-its still strewn across his desk after the hours he had already spent sorting through them he felt Will hadn't warned him enough. Just as he was about to pick up the sheaf of receipts from the most recent supply run a light knock sounded at his door.

"I told you, Gwen, unless it's an emergency that the police or coast guard can't handle I'm not here!" He called out without bothering to lift his head.

"What makes you think you can handle anything that those trained professionals can't?"

"Swan!"

Killian looked up with a wide grin to see Emma sliding into his office and closing the door behind her. She was dressed casually, her hair in a low ponytail, a gentle smile on her face and a coffee cup in her hand.

"You weren't answering any of my texts so I thought I'd come investigate," Emma said with mild accusation.

"Apologies, deputy, but I had placed my phone on silent to avoid being distracted by my beautiful and endlessly patient wife. It won't happen again," he said contritely, adopting a doe eyed look begging for forgiveness.

"I sent a message to Belle-" she informed him with a good natured shake of her head as she placed the steaming mug in front of him. She gave him a peck on the lips before sitting herself down on the corner of his desk, "She said she'll be here soon to fix Will's mess."

"There was no need to do that, love. I almost have things back under control," he sighed. Turning the mug so he could grab the handle with his left hand he took a small sip as he grabbed the receipts he had been reaching for before Emma made her appearance with his right, "Next time I go to Boston for a week I'm just going to shut down operations here. No need to try and do any business when I'm stuck sorting through the aftermath of Hurricane Scarlet."

He smiled up at her but faltered when he noticed that her own smile was somewhat off.

"I truly am sorry, love. I honestly didn't think things would take this long to untangle-"

"It's fine, Killian-" Emma's smile became a bit more sincere but her eyes still looked troubled, "How are Elise and Jamie?"

"Most likely faring the same as when you asked me last night, Swan," Killian said only somewhat jokingly. "As are the whole Nolan clan and the Fas. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah-" she waved his concern away and gave him another smile but it was too wide, too fake, "I'm a little tired is all. Someone kept me up late last night and then left way too early this morning. Do you want more coffee?"

Killian frowned. Emma was fidgeting slightly, her heel tapping lightly on the side of his desk as she twirled her wedding rings around her finger. He looked down at the cup of coffee and was relieved to see that he had truly only had the one sip instead of drinking the whole thing without noticing.

"Perhaps you'd better have if you're truly feeling tired."

"What? No!" Emma winced, "No, I really don't need it but if you don't want it-"

She looked almost hurt as she said it and Killian immediately pulled the mug closer, "I never said I didn't want it. Are you sure you're alright Emma?"

He watched her closely as she seemed to come to a decision. She squared her shoulders and gave him a much warmer smile than before.

"I'm fine and when Belle gets here and kicks you out of the office I'll be even better. Do you want me to wait here or should I go admire my dinghy?"

"She's a ship, love," Killian groaned. He was still concerned about her strange behavior but knew pushing her about it would make her less likely to immediately tell him what was wrong, "I'd prefer you to stay here. Though perhaps not sitting on half the papers I need."

"Oops, sorry," she said as she slipped off the desk, not looking the least bit apologetic.

Killian shook his head and set the receipts he was still clutching in his hand down in front of him. He transferred the coffee cup to his right hand and was about to take a sip when he realized that the mug was one he'd never seen before. The ones they kept at the office were plain white ones and the one he favored at home was black with a gold anchor. The mug in his hand was a deep navy color with some lettering done in gold rope. Pulling the mug away from his lips he noticed Emma stiffen slightly in his periphery but he focused instead on reading the script along the side.

My daddy shore is reely great!

Every muscle seemed to go on lockdown as his eyes skimmed over the words again and again. All Killian could think about was how Emma had purposefully used that mug for his coffee which meant that she had gone out specifically looking for a mug like that. Which meant that she had known that she was-

He couldn't finish that thought. It wasn't as though it should have come as a surprise, though. They had been trying for nearly a year, ever since the birth of the Nolan's daughter and the feeling that they both had of wanting a child of their own. Killian's hand began to shake as he read the mug one final time and finally allowed himself to believe that his wonderful, beautiful, amazing wife was-

"Pregnant."

"Killian?"

Looking up at Emma he realized he had whispered his thought out loud. She was watching him carefully, the diamond solitare of her engagement ring being spun so quickly around her finger it was almost a blur. Then he looked into her eyes and saw her joy, tempered a bit by worry, but still somehow complete and practically bursting out of her. He finally understood why people said that pregnant women seemed to glow, his Swan was radiant.

"Emma, is this… are you truly…"

"Pregnant?" Her eyes crinkled as a true smile bloomed. "Yeah, it was confirmed by the doctor on Friday."

"Confirmed," Killian whispered in awe. He placed the mug carefully down on his desk before placing his hand gently over her lower stomach, eyes flitting between her face and where his hand was resting, "How far along are you?"

"About six weeks. I took a few tests before you left for Boston but I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure and then I really wanted to wait until today," Emma's eyes glittered with happiness as her hand came to rest over his own.

"Today?" He asked puzzled.

"I was going to put a bib on Roger but I thought you wouldn't put it together as quickly," she shrugged and then laughed. "I also forgot you still don't have a handle on holidays unless they've been put on your phone's calendar. Here, let me."

Before he could question her further she snatched his phone off his desk and began swiping the pad of her finger over the screen. Figuring she'd show him once she was done he went back to focusing on the slight rounding of her stomach that could have well been merely in his imagination. He let his hand slide to her hip as his ran his thumb in gentle circles over her stomach.

"There, now you'll always have a reminder," she said proudly handing him his phone.

Killian took it from her and reluctantly looked at the calendar app she had left open. There in bold letters in the little box for that day's date were the words 'Father's Day'. His breath hitched and he hastily put down his phone before standing and gently cupping Emma's face in his hands.

"Father, I'm going to be a father," he said in wonder with what he knew was a dopey smile on his face. "And you a mum. We're going to be parents!"

"Yeah, we really are."

They were both still smiling widely when he brought his lips to hers. He still needed tend to the piles of papers on his desk, there was a list forming in his mind of new renovations that to be done on their home, and there was an overwhelming sense that he truly had no idea what being a father entailed but there was one thing Killian knew for sure: he would always thank his lucky stars for that Christmas Day six and a half years before when Emma decided she needed his help and he was only too happy to oblige.

A.N.: Surprise! I've had the idea for this little epilogue rolling around since at least the second to last chapter and I'm very happy to finally get it out there. Sadly this is the last chapter I have planned for this universe. It's been a wild ride starting out as a simple csss gift and I want to thank you, dear reader, for coming along.