A/N: So first of all, this chapter could be kind of emotional, so proceed with caution.

Second, I think there's only going to be one, maybe two more chapters of this particular story. I hope you're all enjoying this, and I'll be sad to reach the end, but it happens.

That's all I've got for right now - hope you enjoy!

May 7, 2014

Emma's heart beats fast as she sits on the cool plastic chair in the doctor's office, Killian's hand clenched tightly around hers. They were here just a few weeks ago, but since then there's been a few concerns and she'd rather make the extra appointment to be sure things are okay than find out later that something went horribly wrong and she could have fixed it. The technician sits on a swivel chair on her other side, and when he squirts the cool gel onto her stomach, she only flinches slightly, too anxious to really process the cold sensation. It's the same technician they had last time, and he had learned then that Emma and Killian were not ones for small talk, so he stays quiet as he swirls the sensor over her abdomen, but she doesn't miss the furrow in his brow after a few minutes, and she squeezes Killian's hand harder. He lifts it to his lips to comfort her, but she can see the anxiety written clearly across his face as well.

"I'm having some difficulty," the technician says after a moment, and Emma fidgets nervously with the edge of the gown. "I'd like to do a transvaginal scan, if you're okay with that. It's a little more invasive, but –"

"I know what it is," Emma cuts in sharply, her worry making her a little harsher than she meant, "and yes, that's fine."

She tries to sit still while he focuses once more on the ultrasound, but after a few more minutes of nothing, she leans her head back against the chair, looking straight up at the ceiling as tears prick her eyes. Her doctor is called into consult, and she looks carefully at the screen before straightening up to regard Emma with a soft expression.

"Emma, I'm so sorry, but we can't find a heartbeat at all. This sometimes happens early on, we don't really know why." Killian gently brushes away the tears that are on Emma's cheeks as she nods, trying to put on a brave face. "It's important for you to know that this is not your fault – you didn't do anything wrong to make this happen, and if you want to try to have a baby again, it's very unlikely that you'll miscarry a second time. Physically, you can start trying again after your next period, but emotionally, it would be completely normal if you needed more time than that." Emma nods again, hardly hearing the words. "I'm going to leave you two now, but if you need anything, just poke your head out, I'll be right down the hall, okay?" Killian answers her, but Emma has stopped listening by now. It's not until the door closes that she looks up at him.

"Emma…" he starts, but she shakes her head.

"Let's just go, okay? I really don't want to do this here…" her voice is quivering as she tries not to break down yet, and Killian just nods, not saying anything as he helps her get dressed again.

He holds her hand the whole way home, looking over at her every few seconds to see if she is alright (knowing that she is not), but she just stares out the window. When they walk through the door of their apartment, he pulls her into his arms tightly, and that is when she finally breaks down completely, her body crumpling as he holds her up, until he carries her to their bed and lies down next to her. She curls her body into his side and doesn't try to stop the tears that come, allowing herself to feel every awful emotion while he rubs his hand soothingly across her back.

"Emma," he says quietly, brushing the hair back from her forehead, and she looks up at him. It's clear he's been crying too, but she hadn't even realized it, which only makes her feel worse. "I'm going to go pick Henry up from school. Do you want me to tell him, or do you want to do it together?"

"No," she answers, shaking her head gently, "we'll do it together."

"Alright, love," he replies, and he presses a soft kiss to her forehead as he stands up. "I'll be back soon."

She doesn't realize it, but she must doze off, because the next thing she realizes she's startled awake by the sound of the door closing. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, washing her face quickly and changing into some sweats before she goes downstairs. Her son runs to her, wrapping his little arms around her legs in a hug, and she lifts him up to reciprocate better.

"Hi sweetheart, how was your day?"

"Okay, Mommy. We brought pizza!" He smiles proudly, and she gives him the best smile she can, but even her five year old boy can tell it's not the same. "Daddy said you're sad. Why?" She sets him back on the floor and sinks to her knees, taking his little hands in hers.

"Remember a few weeks ago, when Daddy and I said you were going to have a baby brother or sister?" Henry nods enthusiastically. "Well, something happened to the baby, and now it's not going to happen."

"Ever?" he asks, looking stricken.

"I don't know, Henry," she answers sadly. "We'll have to wait and see. But it's just going to be the three of us for now."

"It's okay, Mommy," he says suddenly, wrapping his arms around her neck, "I'll love you enough for two kids."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Killian walks over and she reaches up to take his hand as he offers her a warm, if somewhat sad, smile. They're going to be alright, she knows it as they sit down on the couch, watching Harry Potter for the thousandth time (she's only let Henry see the first two, so they watch them over and over) eating pizza straight from the box and drinking more soda than they would normally. Henry gets to go to bed a little later than usual, but when he does, he passes out before they even get two sentences into the bedtime story, but Emma listens as Killian reads the whole thing anyway, hoping it will give them all good dreams.