Thank you for all the feedback; I'm glad you're enjoying the fluff, so have another chapter full of it, with a little bit of angst thrown in.

Killian can't get another day free from work so Emma has to go to her gynecologist alone, and she feels a little lost as she lies there and watches her baby float around in her belly.

"Do you want to know the baby's sex?" The doctor asks her and Emma tears her wet eyes from the monitor, barely able to nod because she's too choked up with emotion. "It's a boy."

For a second Emma feels a tiny bit disappointed because she had always imagined having a little girl, but then she realizes that biggest concern right now is if the baby looks healthy.

"He's fine", the doctor reassures her and asks her if she wants the DVD of the ultrasound so she can show it to her son's daddy.

"Of course", Emma says, and it's not until she's walking out of his office that she realizes that she doesn't want to show the DVD to Neal at all; the only person she wants to share this miracle with is Killian.

By the time Killian gets home from work Emma had already watched the DVD a dozen times, transfixed with every move her son made, and she's still not done.

"How was the appointment? Everything okay with the baby?" Killian asks as he walks into the living room, his steps faltering when he sees Emma sitting on the floor in front of the TV; she turns and looks at him over her shoulder, smiling when he drops his jacket on the edge of the sofa and doesn't even notice it slipping off because he's too focused on the TV.

"I'm having a baby boy", Emma tells him when he sits down next to her, his mouth half-opened, his eyes moving quickly as he tries to take in every detail at once.

"A boy", he repeats, smiling one of those rare, beautiful smiles that make her want to crawl in his lap and never let him go. "I can teach him how to play football."

"You can teach him a lot of things", Emma says, watching him watch her son.

"Is that a leg?" He asks, squinting and scooting closer to the screen, then tilting his head to the side trying to make heads and tails of the shadowy figure.

"I think it is", Emma says and blinks away tears, wrapping her hand around his arm to get his attention. "Are you really going to be there for him?"

Her voice is breaking because she needs him to tell her that he will, that her son won't grow up without a male figure in his life that would at least give him some sense of what's it like to have a father.

"I'm here for both of you, lass, for as long as you need me", he says instantly, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her against his side.

"What if it's forever?" Emma asks softly, tilting her head to look up at him, his gentle smile taking her breath away.

"Then I'll be there forever", he says and Emma's eyes flicker to his lips, his scent enveloping her and making it hard to think straight. If he just leaned down a tiny bit his mouth would be against hers and then maybe this crazy burning inside her would subside, or, more likely, flare into a fire that would consume them both. "But someday you're going to find somebody who's going to love both you and the baby, and then you won't need me anymore."

It takes a while for her to really register what he had just said and she blinks a few times; it's like waking from a beautiful dream, and she wishes he had just kept quiet instead of saying that to her.

"Why would I look for somebody else if you're going to be there?" She deadpans, pulling away from him and waiting to hear what he's going to say.

"I'm not exactly boyfriend material", Killian says with a crooked smile, and she just looks at him, unable to believe he'd say such a stupid thing, and even worse, believe it. "But I meant what I said, lass. Whatever you need, I'm here."

"Why are you so good to me?" Emma asks him, letting the boyfriend comment go because she's starting to think that his reluctance to make a move on her has more to do with his hand than her pregnancy, and nothing she can say can make him get over it; only time and her affection can do that.

"Because I care for you, Emma. And because that first week in hospital… you saved my life", he says, pain flickering in his eyes when he remembers what he'd been through.

"You were the reason I didn't fall apart completely. If I didn't have you…", Emma trails off, and he brushes his knuckles gently against her cheek before they go back to watching the baby, that simple touch making her realize that it's over.

She's in love with him, and she doesn't want anybody else to love her baby and her but him.

A couple of days later Emma comes home from her piano lesson, finding Killian in the living room, sitting on the couch with a box of photographs on his lap.

"Can I see?" She asks him and he scoots so she can sit next to him, handing her a picture he'd been looking at. Emma takes it and smiles because it's impossible to mistake his blue eyes even though he can't be older than ten on it. "Is this your father?"

"No, it's my grandfather", Killian says, sifting through the box and finding another picture that shows the same man only younger, holding a pretty little girl with pigtails in his arms. "And this is my mother."

Killian brushes his thumb over the picture gently and Emma gets choked up because she doesn't even have pictures of her family, much less memories of them.

"You look a lot like her", Emma tells him, the blue in their eyes exactly the same.

"I know. It's why my father couldn't really stand me after she died", Killian says, and Emma lays her hand on his shoulder because she can't find the words to tell him how sorry she is; she had never met her parents, so their absence was something she was used to, but Killian had lost a mother and a father at the same time. "Thank God for grandpa."

"What was his name?"

"Logan", Killian says, his voice soft, like he's reliving some distant memory and isn't really aware of her.

He takes another picture out of the box and his hand trembles just a little because on it his grandfather is playing the piano with tiny Killian sitting on his lap, the two of them frozen in time with identical grins on their faces.

"Is he the one who got you playing?"

"I kind of fell into it after my mother died; grandpa didn't really know what to do with my sadness, so he just started teaching me scales", Killian tells her, still staring at the same picture, his perfect profile mesmerizing her; she's resting her chin on his shoulder and she likes being this close to him more than she probably should.

Emma wants to tell him that his grandfather would be really proud of him if he could see him now, but she knows Killian would say something self-deprecating, so she doesn't say anything, just sits with him and lets him show her pictures of happier times.

Emma is rummaging through the refrigerator looking for a snack when she feels a kick in her side, and she stands there frozen, waiting to see if she had only imagined it, or if her baby actually moved for the first time.

Another kick comes and Emma slams the refrigerator door, walking through the apartment and calling Killian's name; he's napping in his bedroom since she had sent him on another run last night because she had craved canned pineapples and he couldn't tell her no.

Killian is so tired that not even her yelling can ruse him; she barges into his room and he just groans, rolls from his side to his back and keeps sleeping.

"The baby is moving", Emma says, climbing on the bed next to him and poking his shoulder; his sooty eyelashes finally flutter, a frown forming on his forehead.

"The baby… What?" He sits up abruptly, eyes wide open and filled with panic. "The baby is coming?"

"No, no, he's just kicking", Emma exclaims, taking his hand and pressing it against her stomach just as her son kicks her again. "Did you feel that?"

Killian looks lost for words, staring at her and keeping his hand on her stomach, and he's so still she gets a little worried, but then there's another kick and his entire face lights up with a smile, his eyes locking on Emma's; he's looking at her as if she's something wondrous, and warmth floods her cheeks because nobody had ever looked at her like that.

"I felt it", he tells her, his hand caressing her baby bump carefully, and he looks disappointed when the baby goes to sleep.

"I'm sorry I wake you", Emma says sheepishly when he lays back down; his eyes are still hooded with sleep, but he shakes his head and keeps his hand on her stomach when she settles next to him.

"I'm not. That was a tiny foot hitting you", he says, his voice wistful as if he still can't believe that it had actually happened. "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's amazing", Emma says and feels breathtaking affection for him because it's clear he wants to stay awake but he's fighting a losing battle.

"I'm glad I was here to feel it", he murmurs and drifts off, a smile still lingering on his lips.

Emma covers his hand with hers and lies next to him, watching his face and wishing she could stay in this moment forever, because it's so easy to pretend that both she and the baby belong to him, that this bed is theirs and that there's nothing between them but love.

Killian sighs in his sleep and presses his nose against her shoulder, and Emma feels an overwhelming rush of hope, her dream of finally having a family of her own growing so includes him too.

Emma opens her eyes and finds Killian looking down at her with the strangest expression; he's leaning on his elbow and apparently he'd been watching her sleep for a while, but as soon as he realizes she's awake he gives her a quick smile and tries to hide adoration in his eyes.

"Good nap, sleepyhead?" He asks her and Emma rubs her eyes, nodding slowly, still a little drowsy from sleep, her eyes widening when she tries running her fingers through her hair and finds it horribly tangled. "Oh God."

"You're lovely", Killian says, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly starts untangling it. Emma closes her eyes because she doesn't know how to tell him to stop if he doesn't mean to do anything else, and she can't hope to hide the hungry look in her eyes from his penetrating blue gaze because nobody had ever touched her like him, like she's so precious to him that he can't help but handle her with the utmost care. "Emma?"

"Hmm?" She murmurs, stretching her legs and yawning as he continues his ministrations.

"Have you ever tried to find the rest of your family?" He asks her softly and Emma opens her eyes, biting her lip because she had lied, to him and to everybody else, and she realizes that she can't keep lying anymore.

Not to him.

"I know your parents are dead, but maybe there are grandparents or an aunt, or somebody who would want to meet you and get to know you", Killian says tentatively, as if he expects her to tell him she doesn't want to talk about it.

"They aren't dead. Well… I don't know, I suppose they could be dead by now", Emma tells him and he frowns, his hand stilling in her hair.

"You said they were dead."

"I didn't want people to know that I was abandoned on the side of the road", Emma tells him, surprising herself when a tear rolls from her eye and down her cheek because she's still not over that; she guesses she's never going to be over the fact that not only her parents didn't want her, but that they didn't even have the decency to at least put her up for adoption.

"Oh, lass", Killian whispers and brushes the tear away, and Emma feels that hole inside her left by the absence of her parents shrink a little.

"I never said those words out loud", Emma says wistfully, tilting her head into his palm as a few more tears escape her.

"What about…" He trails off and she shakes her head.

"Not even to Neal."

Killian looks both surprised and pleased and he leans down to kiss her forehead, his lips feeling like the softest petals of the prettiest flower against her skin.

"Thank you for sharing it with me", he says and Emma realizes that it was inevitable, and that soon he's going to know all her secrets and she's going to find out if this thing between them will grow into something real or make them drift apart.

She thinks that the latter would feel like ground crumbling beneath her feet and she's not sure she would be able to handle it.

Later that afternoon Emma is sitting on the couch reading a book about pregnancy when Killian takes her suitcase from the corner of the living room and carries it in the direction of his room.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Emma calls after him, scrambling off the couch and going after him.

"We had a deal, remember?" He asks her and deposits the suitcase on his bed; he unzips it quickly and opens the door of his closet.

Half of it is empty, just waiting for her to arrange her clothes next to his.

"I have no idea what are you talking about", Emma plays dumb, trying to fight a smile that wants to stretch her lips because he had actually cleared out his closet for her beforehand.

"We were supposed to exchange places when you started showing, and now that the baby is kicking, you have absolutely no argument against it", Killian tells her with a self-satisfied smirk and Emma opens her mouth to argue, then closes it again because he's right.

And besides, she likes the idea of sleeping in his bed.

"It's a big bed", she says, shooting him a playful smile because she knows him, and knows that even though he's got nothing against her falling asleep next to him, he won't just agree to them going to bed together every night.

"You really want to jump my bones, huh, lass?" Killian says and laughter bubbles out of her because he has no idea how much.

Killian leaves her to unpack and Emma starts arranging her clothes in his closet, stopping only when she reaches the bottom of her suitcase and finds his leather jacket. She takes it in her hands and caresses the worn leather, smiling at the memory of how she got it; it was raining and Killian had insisted she put it on because she was shivering in her blouse, and since he never asked her to give it back to him, she didn't.

Emma hangs the jacket on her side of the closet and closes the door gently before going to see what's for dinner.

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