Emma anxiously sat in the waiting room of the OB-GYN office. Her leg was bouncing up and down until Killian placed a reassuring hand on her thigh.
"We've been coming here for months, love. There's nothing to be nervous about."
"I'm not really nervous, per se," Emma began. She took a deep breath before she continued, "It's more like I'm anxiously excited. I can't believe we're about to find out whether we're having a boy or girl."
Killian smiled brightly at her as he said, "I'm excited too, love." He then placed a hand on her stomach as he said, "I can't wait to know if we have a little lad or lass in there."
Emma then softly kissed his temple before they both heard her name being called.
"Why is this gel always so cold?" Emma asked the ultrasound technician, Nova.
The petite brunette chuckled as she said, "You always ask that, Mrs. Jones," as she laughed.
Emma and Killian couldn't help but laugh as well before Nova finished putting the gel on Emma's stomach. She removed her gloves before she grabbed the ultrasound wand and said, "Ok, Mrs. Jones, if you could just move down a little bit."
Emma did as asked before Nova placed the ultrasound wand on Emma's stomach and began roaming over the exposed skin. Within a few minutes, the black and white image appeared on monitor.
Just then Dr. Whale came through the door as he plopped down in the rolling chair and rolled over to the other side of Emma.
He studied the ultrasound for several minutes before he said, "I suppose you want to know if you need to buy pink or blue paint."
Emma and Killian both had to refrain from rolling their eyes before Nova pointed out, "That is why they're here today."
Dr. Whale looked from Nova back to the screen then back to Emma and Killian. Whale pointed to what was the head of the baby as he said, "Tell your sister-in-law to find a newborn size beanie. I'm sure you two will want to cover his head when you take him out."
Wide smiles appeared on Emma and Killian's faces as Emma asked, "His head? We're having a boy?"
Dr. Whale nodded before he asked, "Do you want a copy of the ultrasound?"
"Yes," Emma and Killian said at the same time.
Dr. Whale then left the room as Nova wiped the gel from Emma's stomach. As the blonde sat up and pulled her shirt down, Nova said with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. I'll be back with the ultrasound pictures in a few minutes."
As soon as Nova was gone, Killian wrapped his arms around Emma's waist and pulled her for a kiss. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck as titled her head. As they pulled away, Killian said, "This is so wonderful, love. A little lad – I'm so happy that'll I'll have a son."
"I kind of figured you wanted a boy," Emma surmised.
Killian admitted, "I would still be happy if we were having a girl, but we already have Anna Elizabeth. So, I was really hoping we'd have a boy." He then asked, "What about you, love?"
Emma smiled at him as she answered, "I would have been happy either way, but now that I know we're having a boy, I'm ecstatic."
"Even if it means he'll probably have my temper?"
"I think I can handle it," Emma began before she continued, "Besides the reason you lose your temper is because you're so protective over those you love. So, if his heart is half as good as yours, Killian, he'll always put the people he loves first," as she stroked his cheek.
Killian smiled back at her and kissed her one more time just before Nova came back in.
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"Killian, we could have just waited to buy the paint," Emma chuckled as she fingered the handle of the paint can that was sitting in the middle seat of Killian's truck.
"I want to have our son's nursery finished as soon as possible," Killian pointed out.
Emma smiled at "our son" before she said, "Just make sure you give everyone fair warning this time."
"Will do, love," Killian began before he teased, "And perhaps without you distracting me, we'll get the room painted in one day."
Emma grinned before she teased back, "Maybe you'll manage to actually get some paint on the walls – I'm pretty sure Regina is still upset at the wasted can of paint that wound up all over the floor of her Grandfather's house."
"Well, it was either catch the paint or catch you, love. I'm rather glad I chose the latter," Killian answered.
Emma smiled back at him just before they pulled up at Mary Margaret and David's house to pick up Anna Elizabeth.
As soon as Emma and Killian walked through the door and made their way into the living room, they were bombarded by two excited little girls and an equally excited Mary Margaret.
"So, am I going to have a niece or nephew?" the brunette questioned.
"Well, Regina was right – you are probably going to buy out the store. But you'll be shopping for blue instead of pink," Emma replied with a bright smile.
"A boy? That's so wonderful – I'm so happy for you two," Mary Margaret said as she hugged both Emma and Killian, followed by Anna Elizabeth and Evie.
"Does this mean you can name the baby now?" Evie asked.
"Yes, it does, love," Killian answered.
"What is his name going to be?" Anna Elizabeth then asked.
"We haven't quite decided, yet. But Aunt Mary Margaret gave us this book that's full of baby names to help us decide," Emma told her.
Apparently having heard all the commotion, Jamie came from his room and asked, "What's going on?"
"Aunt Emma and Uncle Killian are having a boy!" Evie exclaimed.
Jamie nodded before he said, "Aunt Emma will be a cool mom for a boy."
Emma smiled as she said, "Thanks, kid," before he went to continue playing his video game.
"Aunt Emma, Uncle Killian, can you name the baby Peter like Peter Pan?" Anna Elizabeth genuinely asked.
Emma, Killian, and Mary Margaret tried not to laugh as Killian bent down to his niece's level and gently explained, "Peter would be a fine name for a lad, but Aunt Emma and I aren't sure we want to name him after a movie."
Anna Elizabeth looked at him strangely for a moment before she conceded, "Ok, Uncle Killian."
As he stood up, Mary Margaret excitedly pointed out, "Now this means we can have a baby shower."
"Do we have to? If someone wants to buy us something, they can just mail it," Emma complained.
Mary Margaret planted her hands on her hips as she said, "That's what everyone did when you got married because it was all we could do to plan a wedding in three months. This will probably be the only chance to celebrate you and Killian having a baby, and I want to do it for you, Emma."
Emma could see that Mary Margaret was right, so she really couldn't tell her no as she said, "Ok, Mary Margaret. You can organize a baby shower for me," with a smile.
Mary Margaret once again hugged Emma. As they pulled apart, Killian said, "Speaking of babies, there is an unopened crib box in the nursery that I need to put together."
"Weren't you going to save that little project until after we settled on a theme for the nursery once we found out what we're having?" Emma questioned.
"Well, yes, but we don't exactly have any special plans for today," Killian pointed out.
Emma rolled her eyes before they all said their goodbyes; she, Killian, and Anna Elizabeth then made their way home.
When they arrived home, Killian straightaway went into the nursery to begin putting the crib together.
Emma knew it was best to just leave him to it, so she told Anna Elizabeth to pick out a movie.
A few minutes later, Killian popped his head out of the door and asked, "Swan, where did I leave my tools? It appears I'll need them."
"I could have told you that," Emma teased before she answered, "I think they're still in the garage from when you were working on your truck."
"Thanks, Swan," Killian said before he walked through the house and out to the garage.
Emma then turned her attention back to Anna Elizabeth, who had a movie in her hand. The small blonde excitedly said, "Let's watch your favorite movie, Aunt Emma! I think it's a really good movie, too!"
Emma gave Anna Elizabeth a curious expression as the blonde told her, "Anna Elizabeth, you haven't seen the Princess Bride. How do know it's a good movie?"
Anna Elizabeth matched her aunt's curious expression as the she asked, "The Swan Princess isn't your favorite movie, Aunt Emma?"
"Um…well, no, it's not," Emma answered.
Anna Elizabeth furrowed her brows for a few moments before she asked, "So, is swans your favorite animal?"
Emma still wasn't entirely sure where this conversation was heading, so at the risk of confusing her niece even more, she answered, "Well, swans are very beautiful and graceful, but it's hard to pick just one favorite animal."
At that point, Anna Elizabeth was about as exasperated as a seven-year-old could be. She planted her hands on her hips as she asked, "Then, why does Uncle Killian call you 'swan'?"
Emma was still amazed at the things Anna Elizabeth managed to ask about.
She then brought Anna Elizabeth over to the couch just as Killian walked back in. He looked worried, but Emma shot him a look which he quickly understood and went back to work.
Emma then began to explain, "Ok, Anna Elizabeth, do you remember that Uncle Killian and I were friends before we realized that we loved each other?"
Anna Elizabeth nodded, so Emma continued, "Well, you see, my last name is Jones now, like yours. But before I was married to Uncle Killian, my last name was Swan. He started calling me that all the time – it's like his nickname for me."
"Like how he calls me 'love'?" Anna Elizabeth asked.
"That's right. So even though my last name is different now, Uncle Killian still uses "Swan" as a nickname for me. Do you get it, Anna Elizabeth?" Emma finished.
"I get it, Aunt Emma," Anna Elizabeth answered.
"Good," Emma answered as she ruffled her niece's blonde curls. She then continued, "How about we watch that movie now? It may not be my very favorite, but I really do like it."
The small blonde nodded excitedly before Emma went to set up the DVD player.
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"I told you that it's fine. Everything worked out for the best."
Emma listened for a few minutes before she said, "I agree that it'll take some getting used to, but I'm looking forward to having another brother. And Anna Elizabeth, Evie, and Jamie all can't wait to meet their Uncle Noah," as she smiled into the phone.
They talked for a few minutes more before Emma hung up the phone and placed it on the bedside table.
"I take it Noah is a bit overwhelmed by all the nieces and nephews he has inherited, along with an older sister," Killian surmised from his place beside his wife in their bed.
"I think overwhelmed is a bit of an understatement. He also wishes he hadn't told Nick like he did – he called Nick while he was still in Kansas. I keep telling Noah it's alright, but he's stubborn."
"Hmm, that sounds familiar," Killian teased.
Emma responded by swatting him in the arm before she said, "You just better get ready because our son is probably gonna be just as stubborn."
"Oh, I don't doubt that…uh…Matthew ...will take after you in that aspect," Killian chuckled as he spoke before he ran his hand over his face at the name.
"So, I guess that Matthew is off the table," Emma surmised.
"Why is so difficult to come up with a name?" Killian complained.
"I think it may be because you're too worried about it. I know it's important that we name him, but it's only been a few days since we found out. I promise we'll find one that fits our son perfectly," Emma assured him.
Killian responded by kissing her softly. As he pulled away, he wrapped her in a warm hug.
Emma glanced over his shoulder and noticed a photo album on his nightstand. She pulled away and asked, "Were you looking at pictures?" as she motioned to the blue and white album.
Killian glanced over at the album before he looked back at Emma and answered, "Well, Evie and Anna Elizabeth were looking at one of the photo albums that your brother had, and Mary Margaret was telling them about Grandma Ruth. So, when Anna Elizabeth came home, she wanted to know about her grandparents."
Emma nodded before she reached over Killian and grabbed the album. The first picture was of Killian's parents' wedding.
"I forgot how much Belle looks like Elizabeth," Emma commented.
"She is also our mother made over in how she acts – except for the stubbornness," Killian pointed out.
"I remember you saying that your father had the patience of Job when it came to your mom,"
"Yeah, he did," Killian simply replied, his expression far-off.
"Well, I suppose I have Brennan to thank for your patience with me," Emma surmised as she reached over to stroke Killian's cheek, bringing him back to reality.
As they continued looking through the album, with Killian's expression becoming more bemused with each picture, Emma suddenly realized how selfish she had been.
She then turned to her husband and apologized, "Killian, I'm so sorry…" but before she had a chance to finish, Killian asked, "For what, love?"
"I've spent all this time focused on my parents and how much I wanted to find them. And now I'm building a relationship with my father, and it makes so happy. But you won't ever have that chance again," Emma said with tears forming in her green eyes.
Killian pulled her to him in a comforting hug. When they pulled apart, he began, "It's truly alright, love." He took a deep breath as he continued, "I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about my parents a lot lately – between you being pregnant and then searching for your parents. And it does make me miss them terribly, but it was a long time ago. And I want you to have a relationship with your parents, and I know if it were the other way around, you would want the same for me."
Emma smiled at him before she rested her forehead against his as she said, "Thank you, Killian."
"Of course, love," Killian replied before they continued looking through the photo album.
They soon came to pictures that included Liam, Killian, and Belle.
Emma giggled as she came to one picture as she asked, "Killian, why are you and Belle on the ground?"
Killian grinned as he replied, "Because I refused to believe she was almost as big as I was. I picked her up to prove that I could carry her around. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it – that, and Belle didn't want to be carried – and we both fell over. Our father thought it was rather funny and decided to take a picture."
Emma laughed even more at his explanation before she asked, "How old were you?"
"I was four, so Belle was two," Killian replied.
Emma nodded before she turned the page and came to a pre-teen Killian and Liam standing at the wheel of a boat.
"What's the story here?" she asked.
"Ah, that's the day our father was teaching us how to sail – it was shortly after we moved to the States," Killian replied.
"But you told me your father lost the use of his left hand after an accident in the Royal Navy – he still wanted to sail after that?" Emma questioned.
"Aye. Our father loved the water – he wasn't going to let an accident stop him from doing what he loved. Or stop him from being there for his family – he was strong and resilient. Liam was just like him. Coupled with our mother's stubbornness, it's the reason why he was able to step up and take care of Belle and I. I know it wasn't always easy on him, but he was a rock for us. I don't know what we would have done without him," Killian told her, with that same far off look he had earlier.
Emma reached over and squeezed his hand before an idea struck her: "That's it, Killian!"
Killian turned and looked at her strangely as he asked, "What's it, Swan?"
"We can name our son Liam – after your brother," Emma suggested.
The expression on Killian's face turned to awestruck wonder as he asked, "Do you really mean that, Emma?"
"Of course I do. I know how much Liam meant to you – he meant a lot to me, too. I think it would be an amazing way to honor him," Emma told him.
Killian's smile spread from ear to ear as he said, "It's an amazing idea, love. Liam would be so proud to have his nephew named after him." He then added, "Although, he'd be terribly modest about it."
Emma smiled back at him as she said, "It's settled then."
Killian then slid down and placed his head right by Emma's stomach as he placed one of his hands on it before he spoke, "You hear that, lad? You're going to be named after your Uncle Liam. You may not be able to meet him, but he was the best brother I could have asked for. I know you will definitely live up to the name." He then placed a kiss on the side of Emma's rounded stomach.
Emma placed her hand over Killian's as she added, "You will also have an amazing daddy to look up to," just as her husband sat back up.
Killian smiled at her as he said, "I think as long as he knows he is loved, there's no doubt that Liam will make us proud."
Emma responded by kissing him longingly before the lights were turned out, and they fell asleep both dreaming of the son that they couldn't wait to meet.
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The next morning, Emma arrived at work with a smile on her face. As she sat down at her desk, she placed her left hand over her stomach, and her smile grew wider.
David noticed his sister's behavior and asked, "Okay, Emma, what's going on?"
Emma looked up as she answered, "Well, Killian and I settled on a name for the baby last night."
"That's great, Emma," David began before he asked, "So, what will my nephew be named?"
"We decided to name him after Liam," Emma told him.
"I know he would love that, and it makes perfect sense. Liam was such a great brother to both Killian and Belle," David began before he questioned, "What's his middle name?"
Emma sighed as she answered, "It was hard enough coming up with his first name – I hadn't even thought about a middle name."
"Don't stress too much over it – Mary Margaret and I didn't decide on Evie's middle name until a month before she was due," David told her.
"Maybe – but naming her after Mom was an easy choice," Emma pointed out.
"Perhaps, but you and Killian don't necessarily have to name him after someone for both names. Just pick one that you both like," David observed.
"Yeah, well, I guess we'll just have to comb through that baby names book that Mary Margaret gave us," Emma surmised before she started on the paperwork on her desk.
David nodded before he went back to work as well.
Half an hour later, Emma got up to file the paperwork when she knocked over one of the pictures on her desk. As she sat it upright, she couldn't help but study the picture – it was of her and David at the town hall at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony. Storybrooke had this huge Christmas festival every year with food and games, as well as a parade, and the police department was one of the many sponsors of the event.
The paperwork was soon forgotten as Emma sat back down at her desk as she remembered the first Christmas festival she went to.
It was a couple months after Ruth had adopted Emma. The blonde had never really had anyone to celebrate the holidays with in foster care, so it eventually just became another day to her. Emma was still getting used to the whole "family" thing, and she still hadn't quite opened up to David and Ruth completely, so she really wasn't in the mood to even go to the Christmas festival, but both David and Ruth convinced her to go. They promised she would have a good time, so she agreed.
A couple hours had passed at the Christmas festival, and Emma was actually having an amazing time. For the first time in her life, she understood why people put so much focus on love and family during this time of year. Mary Margaret and Regina had wanted to play some games, so they agreed to meet David and Emma at the lighting ceremony. While walking, Emma accidently ran into someone, spilling her hot chocolate with cinnamon all over their shirt and jacket. She began profusely apologizing, but she soon realized it was pointless when she saw who she was dealing with: the conceited, arrogant, world class jerk and captain of the football team, Hans. He was in a state of constant condescension toward Emma because she was an orphan while his family was one of the wealthiest in Storybrooke – he never missed an opportunity to point that out to her.
When Hans began his typical tirade – that Emma had to pretend didn't hurt – she was ready to refute when David stepped in. Emma told him she could handle this herself, but David ignored her and told Hans to back off. As Hans continued his degradation, David shut him up with this statement, "Emma isn't an orphan – she's my sister." At first, Emma thought David was just taking pity on her, but she could hear the sincerity in his voice and see it in those blue eyes of his. As Hans stalked off, Emma surprised both herself and David when she hugged him. As David wrapped his arms around her, Emma knew in that moment that she had found the brother that a part of her had always hoped for.
Emma was pulled from her thoughts when she heard David's worried voice, "Emma, are you alright?"
As the blonde looked up and saw David standing in front of her desk, she felt a tear rolling down her cheek and realized why her brother was so worried.
"I'm okay, David," Emma began before she asked, "Do you remember the first Christmas festival you took me to?"
David thought for a few minutes before he said, "You mean when Hans kept messing with you? It took everything I had in me not to punch him," with crossed arms.
"I know," Emma grinned she became serious as she said, "That was the first time you referred to me as your sister."
"You were my sister," David replied simply.
Emma smiled as she said, "You always treated me like family. I think it was one of the reasons it took me a long time to open up to you. I didn't know what it was like to have someone always there for me, and part of me kept waiting for you to just stop. But you never did. You were – and still are – the best brother I could ask for."
David walked around her desk to give her a hug. She stood up to return it. As David cupped the back of her head like he always does, he said, "And you are the best sister that I could want." As he pulled away, he added teasingly, "Even if you are one of the most stubborn people I know."
Emma rolled her eyes as David walked back over to his desk.
As she finally walked over to the file cabinet, an idea hit her. As she went over and sat back at her desk, she said, "David?"
He looked up to acknowledge her as she asked, "How do you like your name?"
David looked at her curiously, not sure where she was going, as he answered, "I mean, I guess I like it just fine. I never really thought about it. Why?"
Emma smiled as she answered, "Me and Killian still need a middle name for Liam."
David's expression matched that of Killian's when Emma suggested Liam for a name as he questioned, "You want to name your son after me, Emma?"
Emma nodded before she spoke, "We chose Liam because of how much he meant to both of us – especially Killian, and I know he would agree that you mean just as much, David. I can't think of a more perfect name for my son."
David smiled brightly as he said, "Well, in that case, I can't wait to meet him."
Emma smiled back before they both went back to work.
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That evening after Killian got home from work, he was met with his wife's bright smile.
"Why are you so happy, love?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I thought of a middle name for Liam," Emma answered.
"What?" Killian asked.
"David," Emma told him, her smile growing wider.
"After your brother?"
Emma nodded before she asked, "What do you think?"
Killian smiled brightly before he said, "I think it's a wonderful idea, love. Our son being named after two of the most important men in our lives."
"I knew you would like the idea," Emma told him.
Killian responded with a kiss. As he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers and rested his hands on either side of Emma's stomach as he said, "Well, Liam David Jones, your mother and I can't wait until you make your entrance into the world."
A/N: So, obviously Liam David Jones is NOT anywhere close to be an original idea. Even in the brainstorming stage of this fanfic, I knew how easy it would be for me to just go with Baby Liam – partially because I wouldn't have to come up with a name myself. I ultimately decided to because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the sentiment and meaning behind it, and I think it works really well with this story. I hope y'all liked my choice :)