A/N: Hello! Surprise update! Since it is Easter Sunday (ONCE DAY) I have had literally nothing to do since I refuse to complete my college work. So, I spent my day typing this up and editing it for you - presstheemmabutton you can chill now; you have an update! ;)
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Enjoy the episode tonight too! My fingers are crossed for CS reunion at last AND I am super excited to see more of our beautiful Snowing!
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They walk along the docks beneath the clear and starry sky, inhaling the crisp sea air into their lungs before they head home. Emma and Killian finally took an evening for themselves to have their first date since their marriage four months prior. They had intended to do this earlier and more often but of course, this is Storybrooke...
Never a dull moment. Always a new villain to fight or squabbles to sort out.
Emma shivers as they walk hand in hand, the air carrying an unexpected chill.
"Are you alright, love?" Killian questions, slowing their pace.
"Yeah, of course." Emma says with a bright smile.
They continue walking, admiring the sight of the moonlight on the calm waves. Emma shivers twice more, each more violent than the last, and Killian brings them to a sudden stop. He drops her hand and then shifts to remove his jacket.
He lightly curses when the material snags on his hook before he is completely devoid of the piece of clothing.
"Killian, you don't have to." Emma says.
Killian ignores her protests and drapes his jacket around her shoulders. He looks over her outfit now, her dress a red version of the dress from their very first date - which Killian had been awestruck when he saw her walk down the stairs earlier on before they left to eat - and black ballet flats she wears on her stocking clad feet, and smiles; further attracted to his wife in the sight of his clothing.
He has to focus on something else to help calm himself, and reduces the tightening in his trousers. The docks is not the place to ravish his wife...
Emma wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him closer and pushing up on her toes to kiss him. Killian's arms go around Emma's shoulders, gently holding her as their lips part and their foreheads come together.
They sway slightly together for a few minutes. This has become a habit for the couple when they have quiet moments together. They soak in each other's presence, their love electrifying the air around them.
"Kil, can we go on the Jolly?" Emma asks, her voice soft.
Killian leans down and kisses his wife again before smiling.
"Of course, my love."
He drops his arms and takes Emma's hand. They leisurely walk to their magnificent ship, berthed proudly at the end of the docks. The sight of his beloved ship never fails to make Killian's heart soar - even more so when his beautiful wife is on deck; wind shifting her hair around her face and the sun making the strands appear golden.
Killian drops Emma's hand as they walk up the gangplank. He steps onto the deck and Emma hangs back, not stepping on board just yet.
"Permission to come aboard, Captain?" Emma asks with a playful smirk.
Killian smiles, biting back his laugh. He swaggers over so he stands in front of Emma, shorter than her thanks to the height difference on the deck and gangplank. He looks up at her, a smirk of his own on his lips.
"What business would a beautiful lass like you have on a ship such as this?" he questions, eyes bright as he stops resisting against his smile.
"I'm looking for my devilishly handsome pirate. You haven't seen him, have you?"
Killian grins widely before suddenly wrapping his arms around Emma's waist and lifting her up. Emma squeals, gripping Killian's shoulders as her legs kick slightly. She is placed down on the deck and laughs.
"You're ridiculous." she says, hands sliding down to rest on Killian's chest.
"Aye, and yet you love me anyway." Killian says, kissing the tip of his wife's nose.
"Yes, I do; very much." Emma says, kissing Killian properly.
When they part, Emma waves her hand. Killian turns to see that she has conjured multiple blankets and pillows in the middle of the deck.
"Would you object to some stargazing before we go home?" Emma asks, her voice quiet and hopeful.
"You know that I cannot say no to you, love."
Emma smiles before leading him over to the blankets. They both lay down and look at the stars above them, feeling a calmness covering them as they observe the flickering lights.
After a while, Emma shifts closer to Killian, her leg lifting to rest over his comfortably. She also adjusts her head on Killian's shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw as she does so.
As the chill in the air surrounding them begins to set in, Killian reaches into his jacket, still on Emma, and extracts his flask of rum.
Pulling out the cork with his teeth, Killian takes a healthy swig of rum. He relishes the burn it offers, warming his chest before that warm feeling spreads across the rest of his limbs. He nudges Emma's hand with the flask, offering it to her.
Emma shakes her head against his shoulder. She also raises her hand to push the flask away gently.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Killian asks, his concern for Emma growing. "You have been quieter today, love, and you haven't had anything alcoholic as you usually do on date nights. You aren't getting more of your migraines, are you? Do you need to go home?"
Emma shifts, shaking her head before sitting up. She rests on her right arm, looking down at Killian and his concerned features.
"Hopefully the migraines will stay away, but you know how unpredictable they are. Anyway, there is a good reason why I haven't been drinking. I won't be able to for a while."
Killian looks at Emma completely confused. She takes the flask from him, replacing the stopper and places it down on the deck beside them.
Emma takes a deep breath, making eye contact with her husband.
"I know that it I quite soon and it will not be easy but..."
Emma drops his gaze, suddenly anxious.
"Emma, love, what is going on?" Killian asks, becoming anxious himself. "You know that you can tell me anything."
Emma takes another deep breath. She takes hold of Killian's hand in her own. Their joint hands are then moved to rest on her lower stomach.
"I'm pregnant."
Killian blinks once, twice. Emma is on the verge of pulling away, or crying, or something, when a broad smiles forms on Killian's face. Emma sags in relief.
"I'm going to be a father again?" he asks.
Emma grins, nodding. Her heart soars at his words, overjoyed that he considers Henry as his own boy - just as her son had recently confessed to her that he considers Killian his father; he is just unsure on how to approach it with Killian.
"Yeah." she whispers. "We're having a baby!"
Killian rolls them over so Emma is on her back with him looming over her. He leans down and kisses her soundly. Their hands remain entwined over her stomach. Emma's free hand moves up into her pirate's hair, angling his head as their mouths open to each other.
Their kiss lasts until they are completely breathless and they have to pull away, their lips delightfully kiss swollen. Killian runs his nose against Emma's, pressing a short and sweet kiss to her smiling mouth.
He then moves down her body then until his face is level with her belly. He presses his lips against her lower stomach, kissing reverently. Emma feels his lips moving against her, soft vibrations of his voice warming and slightly tickling her skin through her dress.
"What are you doing?" Emma asks, brushing Killian's hair away from his forehead when he raises his head.
"Telling our little pirate how much their mama and papa loves them." Killian mumbles, moving back up. His smile refuses to leave his face.
Emma pulls Killian back down for another kiss. "Are you happy?"
"Emma, I am the happiest and luckiest man in all the realms." Killian says.
He then rolls them back to their original position.
"Are you sure?" Emma asks, feeling nervous still, despite Killian's positive reaction. "I know that we wanted to wait a bit longer before we considered adding to our family. I mean, we have a good thing going with you, me and Henry."
"Emma," Killian mumbles, pressing his lips to her hairline to ease her. "we weren't exactly careful, were we?"
Emma snorts, memories of their activities filling her mind.
"Besides," Killian continues, softly. "we may not have planned this little one, but we have both hoped for a child of our own. This is our chance and our next step for our happy ending. Having a family, let alone adding to it, is something that I never thought I could have. I am so blessed to have you and Henry, even more so now we have our own little one on the way."
Emma smiles, snuggling closer to Killian. He immediately responds by holding her even tighter.
"I love you, Emma," he whispers. "You and our family."
"We love you too, Killian."
They spend the rest of their evening on the Jolly Roger. They lay beneath the stars, basking and soaking in the news of the expansion of their family before moving down into the Captain's Quarters. Within the cabin, they celebrate until they are utterly sated and exhausted in the best way.
They fall asleep, hands firmly linked together over Emma's stomach, excited about the product of their True Love growing within.
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