DISCLAIMER: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Emma or Killian, nor any of the other Once characters. Just a simple fan whose obsession drove her to write fanfiction.

A/N: THIS IS NOT SMUT. I do not write smut, I barely write whatever this is. Honestly, the only reason I wrote this chapter is because 16 of my followers sent me a message asking me to write it.

"I'm so done with today!" Emma complained into the receiver of her desk phone. "We lost Facilier, again, my body is aching all over the place, and all I want to do is come home."

"I'm sorry, love. I wish there was something I could do," she heard Killian reply on the other end of the line.

"I wish so, too." Emma admitted. It was the sixth month, and Emma was starting to get really tired of being pregnant. The worst part was that she knew there was still three months to go.

"I have to go. See you at home tonight?" Killian asked.

"Yea. I get off at five." She replied.

"Is Henry with us or Regina?"

"Regina."

"Alright. I'll see you in a while, then. I love you," Killian said.

"I love you, too." Emma hung up the phone and looked at the clock. It was about 30 minutes before five, which meant that she'd be home in a little less than an hour. She turned to her phone to check for any texts before setting it down. She leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the desk.

She began rubbing her stomach. "Baby, you're really hurting Mommy todat. Can you just stay still for a minute or two?" The new position must have helped, because her back ached a little less. "Thanks, bud."

It seemed like she was checking her phone every two minutes to figure out the time, and the half hour seemed to take an entire day. She tried doing paperwork, with no luck, tried going over leads with again, no luck. She even went on her computer and played games for a bit. Nothing could take her mind off of going home.

Finally, with five minutes left, she began cleaning up and was out the door as soon as the second hand hit the 12. She walked down Main Street until she got to their apartment. As she began walking up the stairs, she wished they had gotten the smaller one on the first floor.

Taking a much longer time than it used to, Emma made it to their apartment. She placed her key in the hole, turned it, and then opened the door. Her mouth dropped as she saw the dark apartment lit by candles, a path of rose pedals leading to Killian and her bedroom. She smiled as she tossed her keys on the table and hung up her jacket, following the roses to her bedroom.

Once inside, she smiled as she saw Killian kneeling on the bed with only a pair of pajama pants on. "You said you had a hard day…" he said sheepishly, standing up and walking over to her. His hand and his stump lifted her hands up to his mouth, pecking a kiss on each knuckle before returning them to their original position. "I wanted to make you feel better."

Emma opened her mouth to respond, but Killian placed a single finger on her lips. "Don't. I have a bath drawn for you and a new nightgown I bought for just an occasion like this. Go relax and I'll be waiting right here when you're done."

She kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she said as she turned into the bathroom.

Emma smiled as she shook her head, looking at the new outfit he bought her. It was an emerald babydoll with a sheer stomach that perfectly accented her enlarged stomach. As she stepped into the satin sleepwear, she couldn't help but enjoy how the fabric felt against her skin. Upon looking in the mirror, she braided her bangs out of the way and put on some mascara and lipstick, puckering her lips before going out into their room.

"That was wonderful, Killian. Thank you," Emma said, walking over to the opposite side of the bed where Killian was waiting. "And I really love this," she whispered into his ear before kissing it.

"Aye, me too. Are you ready for part two?" Killian asked, his tongue darting to his cheek as he looked at her.

"Part two?" Emma smiled, cocking her head and lifting an eyebrow.

Killian laid her on the bed and lifted the bottom of her babydoll up until her stomach was out in the open. He kissed her belly button before walking over to the nightstand and single-handedly unscrewing the massage oil bottle. He poured a tiny bit onto her, set it back down, and knelt by her legs.

He used his right hand and started rubbing her stomach. Emma closed her eyes, letting the sensation of his rough hand on her smooth skin take over. She took deep breaths, smelling the scented candles Killian was using. Killian had somehow picked out and was playing some music, no doubt with Will's help, that created a very romantic mood.

His hand traveled up, down, and around her belly, only stopping his movements when Emma let out a breath that signified he hit a tense or tender spot. He would begin massaging the spot for a bit until the muscles relaxed before continuing on with the rest of it.

"You're absolutely stunning," Killian used his most soothing voice that he knew made Emma feel loved. "Even more beautiful each passing day."

"You look pretty good yourself," Emma replied, whimpering slightly as he took his hand away. She opened her eyes and lifted her body up on to her arms, looking at her pirate with more love than before, if that had even been possible. "Come here."

Killian wiped his hands on his pants. He then crawled up the bed until he was right beside his wife. She leaned over and pulled his head into a passionate kiss, one which he responded right away and with great enthusiasm. Their tongues danced while their lips were glued together. Finally, Emma pulled back, placing her hand upon his face.

"God, sometimes I wish I wasn't pregnant. I get so hyped up, but have such a hard time doing anything." She said, brushing her thumb over his cheek, feeling the stubble on his skin.

"I'd never wish that you weren't pregnant." he replied, catching her thumb with his lips as it passed by his mouth. "Besides, it won't last forever."

"It would make things like this much easier…" she whispered.

"Well, Love, then you'll just have to let me do all the work," he purred into her neck, peppering kisses up her neck until he reached her mouth.

Emma smiled, rolling onto her back and pulling him with her.