Thanks to Emilee Amethyst, oncer4life11 and agentcarter45 for the reviews! Here's a Christmas chapter, I hope you'll like it! :)

I hurried up to cross the front door of my parent's building, followed by Henry and Killian, looking down to try and protect myself from the snow that was covering the town and was still falling quite heavily. The light garlands were enlightening the landscape in this Christmas Eve. Storybrooke was transfigured and absolutely stunning, but I was happy to find myself in the warm of the building. I removed the snowflakes from my coat as Henry was already walking the stairs to go into my parents' apartment. They had invited us to come celebrate Christmas with them, Regina, Roland, Robin and his daughter. The little girl was going to turn one very soon, but Zelena hadn't came back from Oz to claim her girl back, and we were all quite happy about it.

Killian was waiting for me on the first step, glancing at me with the worried look he hadn't lost since the car crash. Three weeks had gone by, but I was still suffering from really heavy headaches and he was really worried about me. I was thinking he was a bit over protecting with me. I wasn't dying, even if I sometimes had to spend my day in bed because of the pain.

"Don't look at me like that." I said, walking past him with a little smile. "I promise you I feel fine and I'm not going to pass out."

"I prefer to make sure. And can you stop mocking me for once? It's Christmas, you're supposed to be nice with everyone."

He pouted and made his puppy face, and I burst out laughing. I was actually feeling quite good that night, and I was in a really good mood.

"You're right." I said while my smile widened. "It's my Christmas gift, I stop mocking you for a night. You're happy?"

He laughed as an answer and put his hand on the small of my back, following me in the stairs. We arrived in front of my parents' door right while my mom was greeting Henry with a big smile. She was overexcited about spending the evening with all of us. It was the first time we had the opportunity to celebrate Christmas without having to fight for our lives, and I was myself very happy about this.

"I'm so happy you're all here." She said, pulling me into a tight embrace. "And I'm so happy you're safe."

She was still a bit upset because of the accident, and was always making sure I was felling all right. I knew she had been really scared to see me in the hospital, and I was letting her take care of me without trying to fight back. After all, it was nice to have my mom by my side. I had dreamed about this all my life, and even if being the daughter of Snow Withe and Prince Charming wasn't what I had expected, I was happy to finally have people caring about me.

"I'm fine, mom." I said, pulling away with a smile. "And the baby is more than fine as well. With the kicks it's giving me, it's even training to be a karate master."

As if it was trying to illustrate my words, the baby kicked once again. I didn't even flinch because it was happening so often these past few weeks. I knew it meant it was in good shape, but sometimes, I wished it had been a bit calmer. Between that and my headaches, I could barely sleep at night and I was exhausted. I was seeing the bags that were growing under my eyes days after days. I hadn't said anything to Killian in order not to worry him even more, but I was feeling like I couldn't stay without sleep for much longer, especially now that I couldn't drink coffee anymore.

"Maybe we're expecting a little pirate." Killian intervened, pulling me away from my thoughts.

"I hope not, I have quite enough with one in my life." I answered playfully with half a smile.

"I thought you said you would stop mocking me." He said, looking falsely upset.

"Damn it. Can we restart like nothing happened?" I asked while he burst out laughing.

I smiled at him and greeted all my friend, as we were the last ones to arrive. I eventually hugged my dad, who was holding my little brother in his arms. I asked him to hold the baby, and took him against me. The little boy smiled at me and wrapped his little arms around my neck. Since I had learned I was pregnant, I had spent much more time with Neal, and we had gotten quite close. I had a baby in the family to practice my skills with children, so I had decided to enjoy this opportunity. I had babysat him quite often these past few months. I had to admit he was absolutely adorable and I really liked to take care of him. Even if I was still scared to be a bad mom, my little brother's affection was comforting me a lot, and I was so happy to finally spend time with him after everything that had happened.

"How are you, sweetie?" I asked, rocking him against my chest. "You're happy it's Christmas?"

Neal mumbled something as an answer and I laughed before pressing a kiss on his forehead. The guests sat down on the living room's couch and I was surprised to see that Killian was still next to me and was looking at me in a serious way.

"What's wrong?" I asked, not understanding his expression.

"Are you allowed to lift weight during the pregnancy?" He asked with a frown.

"If I feel good, I don't see why not" I replied, gently petting my brother's cheek.

"You're seven months pregnant, Swan. In the beginning of the pregnancy, I guess it was okay, but now it's a bit dangerous, don't you think?"

I noticed he was really worried, and smiled at him in a comforting way. His concerns were really bugging me sometimes, but I could understand him. I was the one who was pregnant, I was able to feel if the baby was okay or not. He didn't know any of this, and he was worried because he was already loving this kid so much.

"They are plenty of women who have kids and lift them up during the pregnancy, and they are more than fine. And it's not like I was doing it all day long. And I want to spend a little time with my little brother. Besides, I have to train to be able to take care of our child."

He smiled but still seemed a bit skeptic. I sighted and added, shaking my head.

"We can ask my mom if you don't believe me. Hey, mom?"

"Yes, honey?" She said, turning back to look at us.

"Would you say it's okay for me to take Neal in my arms if I'm feeling good today?"

"I've never had to lift a child while I was pregnant, but as far as I know, since you're not living a high-risk pregnancy and therefore there are no dangers of medical complications, I think you can."

"See?" I said to Killian with a smile before heading for the sofa without waiting for his answer.

I sat down next to Henry, who was talking with Regina, and started teasing my brother by tickling him. He answered by little screams and laughter, and I smiled back at him. I was really happy to be able to play my big sister's part more seriously. With all the problems we had had to face before, I hadn't had the time to take care of him a lot, and I was now happy to spend time with him. If I had been a bit upset when my mom had said she wanted another kid when we were in Neverland, I loved my brother very much. We were born thirty years apart, and I wanted him to trust me. I wanted to be this grown-up he would talk to when he would be older and wouldn't want to talk with my parents about something.

Killian ended up sitting down next to me on the armrest, and I looked up to look at him in the eyes. He was staring at me with a gentle smile, and seemed a bit lost in his thoughts.

"Do you want to hold the baby?" I offered.

His eyes widened and he seemed a bit scared by my proposition. He looked at Neal with worry, as if my brother was going to bite him, and shook his head.

"No, that's okay. You're...good with him."

"You're aware he's not dangerous, right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "I hope it's not what you're going to say when the baby will be born."

"She's right, Hook. It is not something to say to a woman." My dad laughed.

I laughed quietly but glanced at Killian with a worried look. I was so scared to be a bad mom, and I was starting to think he was feeling the same way. I could actually understand the fact he was afraid to hurt Neal, because he didn't know how to take care of a baby either. So I smiled at him and said gently :

"You sure you don't want to take him? It's a good training for when the baby will be there, you know."

"Maybe later." He said, glancing around him. "When they will all stop staring at me like that."

Everyone was indeed listening to us and seemed to be waiting for something to happen. I laughed and stated, amused :

"Now that you said that, they are not going to leave you be."

'She's right." Regina said with a shrug, holding baby Robyn in her arms. "You're going to be the center of the evening."

"Great." Killian grunted, and I laughed once again.

"So guys, we bought a bottle of champagne… who wants a glass?" My mom asked as she got up the sofa to head for the kitchen.

I had let go of Neal and he was playing with Robyn and Roland on the floor at our feet. I was talking with my dad, but I saw that no one was planning on helping my mom, so I smiled to the guests and followed her into the kitchen.

"Want some help?" I offered, leaning against the counter.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, looking surprised as she turned back to face me.

I smiled and got closer to one of the cabinet to get some glasses and put them next to the stove.

"Nobody seemed to get up, so I thought you needed some help as you don't have six arms."

"That's not really fair." She stated while shaking her head. "You're the pregnant one, and you come to offer me your help while the others are talking on the sofa."

"That's fine." I said with a smile. "I'm happy to help you. What do you want me to do?"

She grinned and showed me the bottle of champagne as she was arranging some appetizers on a silver plate. I took the bottle in my hands to open it, and sighted quietly, knowing that I wouldn't be able to drink any of it. I had to admit it, not being allowed to drink alcohol was a bit annoying, especially now that everyone was celebrating the end of the year.

"I'll tell you what's unfair." I resumed in a teasing tone. "I'm sentenced to drink orange juice, and that's cruel."

"Don't worry" She gently scoffed. "You won't be the only one : the kids can't drink alcohol either."

"That's really comforting, thank you." I said with a laugh.

I eventually managed to get the cork out with a brief but loud noise, and said to the others guests who were still in the living room :

"You're all drinking, I suppose?"

"Everyone except you." Robin replied with a laugh, as if he had read my thoughts.

"Tell me about it, I feel like I'm six again." I said, laughing as well.

"You know what, Swan?" Hook then intervened. "I'm going to do without the alcohol tonight."

I put the bottle back on the counter and turned to look at him in disbelief. I was really surprised by his words. He was a former pirate, I knew he liked his rum, and as long as he wasn't getting drunk (thing that had never happened since he had learned I was pregnant, as we were mostly getting drunk together before), I was more than okay with it. And we were celebrating Christmas, so I wasn't expecting that.

"Seriously? You're not gonna drink tonight? Not even a little bit of rum after the meal? But why?" I added with a frown as he was shaking his head.

"Well, let's just say that's it's only fair as we are both having a child. It's normal that if you can't drink anything, me neither. It's not because you're the one who is pregnant that I can't support you with that."

He shrugged, and I looked at him with a small smile. It wasn't much, but I was deeply moved by his proposition. I knew how much he liked his rum, and he wanted to support me until the very end. He wanted to show me that, even if I was the one bearing our child for nine months, he was there to support me and make things a little easier for me. I remembered how alone I was when I was pregnant with Henry, and I felt my heart skip a beat from the happiness I suddenly felt.

"If it isn't love." Henry scoffed, driving me away from my thoughts.

"Stop mocking him, you." I said, laughing. "You sure, Killian? It's really sweet, but I'm okay, I swear."

"It sounds like he's making the most important decision in his life." Regina said, rolling her eyes.

"Regina, we're talking about his rum." Robin replied seriously.

I decided to ignore them as they didn't understand how nice Killian was about me being pregnant. Smiling, I left the kitchen to get near him and I wrapped my hands around his neck. I smiled and he grinned back, putting his hand on my waist.

"Thank you." I whispered. "It means a lot. I love you."

"You're more important than a drink." He shrugged, and I felt a little pinch in my chest from how adorable his comment was.

"He gave up his rum for a night, he didn't save a life." Regina said with an annoyed look.

I ignored her once again and got closer to Killian to press a kiss on his lips.

"Oh, get a room." Robin scoffed.

"You've made a bet with Regina to know which one of you is going to be the most annoying tonight?" I replied, pulling away from Killian.

"Are we supposed to get upset about this?" Regina asked with a frown.

"Let's just say we had it coming." Robin answered, and everyone laughed once again.

"Aside from that, how are you felling, Emma?" My mom asked kindly.

She was cooking the chocolate cake that was planned for desert, while I was cutting some vegetables. The others guests were still in the living room, and we were alone in the kitchen. Cooking had never been my strong suit, but for once, it wasn't bothering me at all. I was enjoying that time alone with my mother. I could talk to her without being interrupted, and it didn't happen really often.

"I'm good." I answered with a smile to erase her worried look.

"Really? No more headaches?" She asked in a skeptic way.

"I still have them." I admitted, biting my lower lips. "But I feel fine today. And aside from that, everything is great."

I yawned and tried to hide it behind my hand while I was finishing my sentence. My mom stared at me with attention and said gently.

"You seem tired..."

"Should I take that the wrong way?" I joked with the hope to change the subject, but it wasn't possible with my mom and her insistence to know everything.

"Seriously, honey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I said with a comforting smile. "It' just that between my headaches and the baby who is kicking all the time, I can't sleep that well. But it will get better soon, I know it. It's just a difficult time right now."

"Have you talked about it with Killian?" She asked, looking concerned. "He could help you, you know..."

"No, I don't want to worry him even more than he already is." I confessed. "But it's not a big deal. I'm just tired, I've been before, I think I will survive this."

I finished cutting the vegetables and took one of the tomato's slice to eat it. I tried to fight against the urge to eat the all bowl, suddenly starving, and stepped away to pull myself together.

"Okay, what do you want me to do, now?" I asked with a smile.

"Nothing at all." She said, raising an eyebrow at me. "You've already done way too much."

"Come on, mom!" I shouted, laughing. "Let me help you! I'm happily doing it, and you can't do everything by yourself!"

She looked at me defiantly and talked a bit louder to say :

"David! You should be ashamed of yourself! You're letting your pregnant daughter cooking while you're on the sofa drinking champagne."

"I'm so sorry!" He said with a guilty look, getting up to join us. "I'm gonna help you."

I burst out laughing seeing my dad looking so guilty. My mom gave me a victorious smile and said :

"See? Go rest now."

"I'm not made out of glass, mom." I objected with a sight.

"You're a guest, you're not supposed to help me!"

"It doesn't bother me at all!" I shrugged.

"Very well, you're forcing me to be tough. Sit down, don't move." She said, pointing toward the kitchen's counter.

I laughed aloud and obeyed to my mom, aware that I didn't have a choice and she wouldn't let me do anything else. Sitting on the counter, I swung my legs back and for as my dad asked :

"what do you want me to do?"

My mom poured the cake batter into the cake mould before answering :

"Put the turkey in the oven. Here we go, Emma, you can eat the rest of the batter if you want to."

She gave me the bowl and looked at me in a serious way. I couldn't help myself but laugh because of her proposition. I wasn't a four-year-old, I wasn't asking to eat that. She looked at me in a confused way, and I took the bowl to put it on my lap and put both of my hands on it.

"You're aware that I'm a grown-up, right?"

"Yes, honey" she said with a smile, finally understanding my reaction. "I was just thinking maybe you have cravings for sweet because of the pregnancy?"

"How could I?" I said, laughing. "I haven't tasted that thing once in my life!"

My dad stopped what he was doing to look at me, imitating my mom who was suddenly staring at me as if I had just said the most shocking thing ever. I shook my head, not getting why they were acting like that, and asked :

"What did I say?"

"How comes you've never eaten that kind of stuff?" My dad said, his eyes widened. "You grew up in this world. Every kid has already tasted a cake batter."

"I've never had the opportunity to do so." I shrugged casually. "When I was a kid, we were only having cake for very special occasions. You know, it's not easy in the foster system. And it was always the favorite who had the right to eat the batter."

"And it's never happened to you?" My mom asked in a muffled voice.

"Mom, let's get real. I've never been the favorite, except with Ingrid, and it was only because she thought I could replace her sister. She didn't love me for myself. That's why I've never got adopted."

I had looked down to inspect the bowl, and when I looked up, I saw that my parents were still staring at me. My dad was looking deeply sad, and I could see tears in my mom's eyes.

"What's wrong?" I said, not getting why they were looking so upset.

But I suddenly understood what was bugging them. They were feeling guilty because of what I had said. It wasn't my intention, and I resumed hastily, wanted to take back my words :

"It's not what I meant, I didn't want you to feel bad..."

My parents didn't answer right away, and I got really worried. I put one of my hand on my mom's arm, saying :

"I'm so sorry, guys. I shouldn't have said that. Let's forget about that, okay?"

"We're the ones who are sorry, baby." My mom said, smiling sadly at me, and I shook my head, not understanding her words. "You've lived that kind of things because of us, and..."

"It's in the past!" I cut her off gently." My childhood wasn't the best, but it's behind me. I've found you, it's what's important, right? Look at us. We're celebrating Christmas all together, and the family is going to grow again very soon. We're happy now. You don't have to feel guilty, please."

"But Emma..."

"I'm being honest here. I'm just happy I've found you guys."

My mom smiled at me, and gently took me into her arms. My dad came and joined us after a few seconds, and I buried my head in their shoulders.

"We're so happy you're here with us." My dad said as I pulled away from them. 'We love you so much..."

"I know." I replied with a smile. "I love you too, and I'm so glad to have found a family."

My mom kept my hands between hers for a few more seconds before letting go of me. She said, pointing at the bowl, her casualness back :

"Dig in."

I laughed and obeyed, taking the wood spoon that was still in the bowl to put it in my mouth. I was surprised by the sweetness of what I had just eaten, and I pressed my hand against my lips with a laugh

"So?" My mom asked, laughing as well.

"Well, we can say it's sweet." I said after swallowing what I had in my mouth.

"Do you like it?"

"I think you've noticed I had some cravings for sugar. It's delicious."

"Good." She said with an innocent look. "At least, when you eat, you're not trying to help me."

I tried to give her an annoyed look but couldn't help myself but laughing. This evening was going to be lovely, I could tell.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, I was watching the kids who were playing with toys beside me with a smile. Roland leaned to help his sister put a wooden block on top of the tower they had built together.

"Good job!" I congratulated the little girl when she had managed to put the cube where she wanted to.

I winked at Roland and he smiled at me from ear to ear. I glanced at my friends, who were sitting at the table and were talking to each other. After eating the appetizer, I had seen the kids getting up to play and had guessed someone had to watch them to make sure they didn't go into any troubles. I had offered to do the job, and I was sitting there for half an hour now. My family weren't paying attention to us, but it wasn't bothering me. I was actually having a great time with the children : they were adorable.

"Go for it, Neal." I said, giving one of the wooden blocks to my brother, who was sitting next to me.

He looked at me in mischievous way and kicked into the tower. The cubes hit the ground with a loud noise and Robyn and Roland burst out laughing. I laughed as well and took my baby brother on my lap to tickle him.

"You made everything fall down!" I said while my brother was laughing really hard.

I felt that someone was looking at me and turned my head to see that Killian was staring at us with a strange look. I stopped tickling Neal and looked at him to quietly ask him why he was looking at me that way. He shook his head, smiled, and got off his seat to join us. He put his hand on my shoulder and I looked up, grinning.

"According to Neal's laugh, you are having fun." he said, gently playing with my hair.

I let my brother go and join the other kids, and I turned to face Killian. He squatted, smiling at me and put his hand on my cheek. I pushed my face against his palm, enjoying the warm contact of his skin against mine.

"I know you're going to protest, but be careful, okay? I don't want one of the kids to kick you in the stomach." He whispered so I was the only one to hear him.

"I can feel the overprotecting father coming." I scoffed even I knew he was right, putting one of my hand on my stomach. "If you're like that now that it isn't even born yet, I don't want to imagine what you will be like when it will be there."

"You're definitely incapable of keeping your words to stop mocking me." He said with a falsely disapproving look.

"Sorry." I apologized with a little wince. "I couldn't help myself."

"It's okay." He smiled, running his hand through my hair. "I like it that way. You wouldn't be you otherwise."

"Kids! Come here, it's time to eat!" My mom said, interrupting the moment Hook and I were sharing.

"You're talking to Killian and I or the kids?" I asked, turning my head to look at my parents.

"To you two, of course."She replied seriously.

I laughed and Killian got up before reaching for my hand. I accepted his help with a smile. I was playing strong, but the baby's weight was starting to get quite heavy and my position wasn't the best to get on my feet easily.

He kept my hand between his as we were heading for the table and didn't let go when we sat down on our seats. I didn't say anything until I saw the other beginning to fill their plates, and I leaned forward to whisper in his ear :

"You do know I need both of my hands to eat, right?"

"Why?" He asked with a smile. "I manage with only one, you can do the same."

"I'm not as competent as you in that field, you know it." I replied with a little laugh.

His smile widened and I suddenly felt the urge to pull him to me and kiss him breathlessly. It was happening sometimes, that desire to be near him, to tell him how much I loved him as if it was the last time we were seeing each other. After everything we had been through, it was understandable. I was often scared about something happening to him, I was having horrifying nightmares were he was suffering, but he was always there to calm me down and tell me that everything was okay. I wanted to enjoy every second we were spending together as a gift because we had been separated way too many times. And sometimes, just like that, I wanted to take him into my arms because I was scared it was the last time.

But I knew it wasn't the right time or place for that. So I stroke his hand with my thumb one last time and shared a brief look with him. He seemed to understand all of my thoughts, as always, and looked at me with pure love in his eyes. Comforted, I turned back to take my plate and start to eat.

"Seriously Regina, a few years ago I would never have guessed we would soon be spending Christmas together." My mom stated with a laugh.

"Me neither." My friend smiled. "It's crazy how things have changed in such a little amount of time. But that's a good thing, right?"

The evening was slowly coming to an end. It was very late. Robyn was sleeping in her father's arms while Neal was slumbering in my mom's. I was really tired as well. The large meal and the late hour were making me sleepy. My head was leaning against Killian's shoulder and his left arm was around me while he had put his right hand on my stomach. I wasn't talking much. I was listening to my friends and was simply happy to be there with the people I loved.

"You all right?" Killian whispered, noticing that I was weirdly quiet.

"Mmm." I answered with a smile. "I'm just tired."

"You wanna go home now?" He offered.

"No, wait. I think I can stay awake for a little longer."

"You sure, darling? If you don't feel well, you have to rest."

"I feel fine, babe. The worst thing that could happen is me falling asleep."

He didn't answer but run his hand up and down my back and press his lips against my temple. I closed my eyes for a second and smiled, putting my hand on top of his on my belly.

"I know you both think you're subtle, but we can see what you're doing." Henry intervened playfully, and we both startled a bit.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding my son's words.

"The super cheesy stuffs you're doing together, we can see them, you know."

"Well, Swan, I think I know where your son got his sass from" Killian said, referring to all my teasing.

"If it's in the genes, we're not going to laugh when the little one will be able to talk." I said, and everyone laughed at my sentence.

I glanced at Henry. He had grown up so much in such a short time. I couldn't believe he was still a little kid when he had come to Boston, and he was now becoming a man. He probably felt that someone was watching him, because he looked at me and smiled. I winked and his smile widened. He was growing up so fast, but I was feeling like I was getting closer and closer to him. I didn't know him as a kid, and I wanted to spend as much time as I could with him now. I was so happy he was excited about having a sibling. I knew he was going to be a great big brother. He was already some kind of brother figure for Robyn and Roland, and I could see how great he was with the kids. I was so proud of him.

I turned my head to rest it on Killian's shoulder. I was so happy he was getting along with Henry. The both of them seemed to spend some quality time together, and it was a great thing, as Henry didn't have his father around. Killian was so good with my son, and he was looking so excited about becoming a father. Seeing how much he already loved the baby now that it wasn't even born yet, I could tell he was going to take good care of it. I loved this man so much it was feeling unreal sometimes.

I thought that despite my exhaustion, I was getting happier and happier. I smiled and snuggled into Killian's arms, deciding to stop thinking and completely enjoy these precious moments with my close ones.

Here we go! Friday you'll have a New year's Eve chapter! Hope to see you then!