A/N: I'm back! The past three days I've written like hell which means daily updates untill season 2! Hope you all enjoy it! :D

26 Years after the curse…

Emma leaned against the sink, hands gripping the rim and her eyes closed while she took deep breaths. It had been two weeks since she and Killian got married. Two weeks. They had been a bit careless on their honeymoon… Slowly Emma opened her eyes and looked down at the pregnancy test in the sink.

Positive.

Emma covered her mouth with her hand as she grabbed the test to look at it more closely. This was the third that said positive. Was she really… pregnant? She and Killian had talked about having kids one day but they just got married, were they ready? What if it was too soon?

"Emma, are you alright?" Killian asked through the door, sounding concerned.

"Yeah, I- I'm fine," she said and threw away the test, covering it with toilet paper just to be sure he wouldn't see it. She wanted to tell him herself, when and how though, she didn't know yet. Emma unlocked the door and opened it, coming face to face with Killian who was looking worried at her.

"You sure? You look pale," he said and cupped her cheek. She leaned in to his touch. "Maybe you should sleep for another hour."

Emma nodded, knowing that there is no point in arguing with Killian when it comes to her wellbeing. He kissed her forehead and took her hand, walking back to the bed. She crawled under the covers and he sat down next to her, tugging her in. Killian stood up again when he was sure she was comfortable and was about to leave the room but she caught his wrist.

"Can you stay?" Emma asked and gave him puppy eyes, knowing that he did them better but still trying.

"I could also make you some breakfast for when you wake," Killian said with a sweet smile. He took her hand that caught his wrist and kissed her knuckles. "When I'm done I'll join you."

"Okay," she said quietly. When Killian left the room she rolled on her side, covering her still flat stomach with her hand. How should she tell him? Oh, I found out I was pregnant a few hours ago wasn't really the best option.

She sighed and closed her eyes. A smile tugged on her lips when she really thought about it. What would their child look like? Will it have Killian's ocean blue eyes or her jade green ones? Will it have blond or black hair? Or a brown combination? Will it have Killian's cute elf ears and his smile? Or will it look more like her? What should they call him or her?

With this thought she drifted off in a peaceful sleep with her mouth curled into a smile.

An hour later Emma woke when she felt soft kisses being placed on her neck. She smiled and turned in Killian's arms, opening her sleepy eyes to look at him.

"Had a good dream?" he asked her quietly.

"What?" she asked a bit confused and moved just a bit closer to him.

"You've been smiling the entire time and you're glowing," he tells her with a smile as he admired her.

This was probably the best time to tell him. "There is something I found out this morning," she started a bit nervous and bit her lip.

"Found out what?" Killian asked a bit confused.

"I- I'm…" she swallowed, this was harder than she thought it would be. "I'm pregnant."

Killian's eyes widened and Emma held her breath. After what felt like forever he moved forward and kissed her, placing his hand on her stomach.

"You're pregnant?" he asked with a bright smile.

"Yes," she whispered and he kissed her cheek before moving down under the comforters and kissed her stomach, making her giggle when his scruff tickled her skin.

"Hello little one, this is your daddy," he said to her belly and kissed it a few more times before crawling back up and kissing her on the lips. "This is all I ever wanted," he whispered against her lips.

She smiled at him. "Me too."

He placed his forehead against hers. "I love you."

"I love you too."

A few weeks later…

Felix walked into an alley. He would meet someone here, an informer or something. Peter and he would do that occasionally. Living in a treehouse in the forest wasn't the most social place to live so they had to get their information another way, today was his turn to meet up with their informer who called himself 'The Mirror'. Felix has always found the name a bit odd.

After what happened two years ago, when they got arrested, Peter and Felix had sworn revenge. The only problem was that there was nothing that would be good enough. They may look like two simple teenage boys, but Jones was right, they were the devil himself. Hopefully 'The Mirror' had some information that they could use this time.

Felix leaned against a wall, letting the shadow of his hood cover his face. He didn't have to wait long because The Mirror walked over to him only a few minutes after he entered the alley.

"What do you know?" Felix asked The Mirror and pushed himself off of the wall.

"You're going to like this," he said with a mischief smirk. "Emma and Killian are expecting a child."

"A child?" Felix smirked at The Mirror, that was indeed good news. An plan formed in Felix head. Finally they would get their revenge. "Anything else?"

"Emma and the baby are doing great and they should know the gender of their child in a few days." Like that interested him. "Also, Lily's son, Caligo, turns two years old in three days."

There had always been something about that boy. Most people in Storybrooke didn't like the looks of him. Mostly because of his eyes that sometimes turned red when he was looking at someone that he did or did not like. Even Peter and Felix were creeped out by the little demon when they first saw him.

"Was that it?"

"That's all I have for now." Felix nodded and started walking out of the alley. "What about my money?" The Mirror called after him.

"You'll get it when you have more information," Felix called over his shoulder. It looked like this day turned out better than expected.

"A child?" Peter asked, a dangerous smirk spreading on his face. "Boy or girl?"

"Does it matter?" Felix sat down on the couch next to Peter.

"Of course it does." Felix raised a confused eyebrow. "If it's a boy we can befriend him and make him turn on his parents. But if it's a girl…" Mischief glittered in Peter's eyes. "We can also break her heart."

"Why would we want to break her heart? If it's a girl, she is innocent."

"Are you seriously defending a unborn child?"

Felix shrugged. "Well, it isn't like it is here to defend itself."

Peter rolled his eyes. "If we first turn her against her parents and then break her heart she will be devastated, broken. The worst thing for a parent is to see their child like that."

"Still, it is innocent."

Peter looked at him sceptically. "Just a second ago you totally agreed to the plan to use their child against them."

Felix frowned. He was, why did he suddenly change his mind? He shook his head, this wasn't about the child, this was about the two grown up idiots who caught them and send them to jail. The child just had the misfortune of being born in the wrong family.

"I still do," Felix said finally. "In a few days they will know the gender."

Peter sat back again and grabbed two soda bottles from behind the couch, handing one to Felix. "To our revenge."

"To our revenge."

Emma sat on the couch, cup of tea in hand and watching TV when Killian opened the door and walked into the house. She looked away from the TV to smile at him. Killian walked over to her, bowing down and placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Hello love," he greeted her. "How are you doing?"

"Better now that you're here," she said. Killian sat down next to her, placing a hand on the still small baby bump.

"How's the little one?"

"Great." Emma placed her hand over his and smiled softly. "What should we call him or her?" she asked quietly.

"Already thinking about names?" Killian asked and raised an eyebrow.

Emma shrugged. "In a few days we'll know the gender, so why not?"

"What were you thinking of?"

"If it's a boy we could call him Liam, after your brother," Emma said quietly, watching him closely and bit her lip. He looked up from their hands, his mouth slightly ajar before it turning into a awe filled smile and kissed her.

"That would be perfect," he whispered. "But what if it's a girl?"

Emma shrugged. "Haven't really thought about girl names, yet."

"What about Martha?"

"Martha Jones, why does that sound familiar?"

"It's a common name." Killian shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"

Emma thought for a second before answering, "I've always though Sophia was a pretty name."

Killian nodded. "That's a beautiful name."

"Sophia Martha Jones," Emma said a bit absently, trying out the name. "I like it." She turned her head to look at him. "And for a boy Liam David Jones."

"Perfect."

A few days later…

"What did you find out?" Peter asked when Felix entered the treehouse after his meeting with The Mirror.

"It's going to be a girl," Felix said with a grin. "when she is old enough we can start our plan."

Peter stood up. "Make her fall for one of us, if not both, and break her afterwards. Leaving Emma and Killian with a broken and distrustful daughter." Peter grinned evilly. "That will teach them to never mess with us again."

At the mention of leaving the girl broken and distrustful stirred something inside Felix, making him a bit sick. Why did this suddenly felt so wrong? He had sinned his entire life, why was this any different from what he has done before? He had broken a girl before. The little minks didn't leave him alone so he just played along, letting her think he liked her too, but hated her o so much. It was the first and last time he ever let a girl that close to him. Then when she wanted to kiss him he broke her, letting her know she would never be enough and he was finally free. And well, to be honest, everything he told that girl who was now probably scarred for life was just everything he believed he was. Unwanted, unlovable, never enough for anyone. His own parents didn't believe he was enough, why would anyone else do? Felix still waited for the day Peter would betray or leave him.

So why did he feel so guilty all of a sudden for something he didn't even do yet? He never felt guilty over anything he had ever done, what was wrong with him? And if they were going to make her fall in love for one of them it was probably going to be Peter. Felix couldn't stand it to have a girl close to him. When he finally got free from that bitch it felt like he could breathe again after what felt like millions of years. He hated that girl so much, didn't even bother to remember her name. And if that daughter of those idiots was going to fall for him instead of Peter, which probably wouldn't happen anyway, it was so simple to mislead them. Just tell her she is beautiful every now and then. Give her a rose or some chocolate and smile, she will be wrapped around his finger in less than a week. Girls were just so predictable.

"Felix?"

"What?" Felix said quickly, snapping out of his thoughts and ignoring the strange feeling of guilt.

"I asked you something," Peter said and crossed his arms, raising a brow.

"Repeat the question." Felix walked over to the place where they kept their soda and grabbed a bottle, opening it and taking a sip.

"I asked what you think would be the best way to get her to fall for you."

Felix choked on his drink. "Me?"

"Haven't you been listening?" Felix shook his head and Peter sighed. "You're going to break her. Why? Well, if you had listened you would know."

"Just tell me already," Felix said annoyed. "I'll listen this time."

Peter pointed at him. "You're heartless." Somehow that stung more than expected. "You can break her in the most vial and cruel way ever possible."

"Why can't you?"

"I have my reputation. If that girl knows who I am she'll know that it's just a game. Oh, but if she thinks you like her, then she'll feel special because you like no one."

It was true. He never had a crush, never had a first kiss, never even longed for anything like that. Maybe it was true that he was heartless, heartless and nothing more.

"So how are you going to win her heart?" Peter asked again.

Felix took a long sip of his soda before answering, "I don't know, buy her flowers? Wink at her? The usual?"

"I guess that would work in the beginning," Peter said and started pacing. Felix wasn't liking where this was going. "But at some point you have to touch her, you know?"

Felix rolled his eyes, but the idea of simple touching her made him sick already. "But only if I really have to, right?"

"Kiss her, too, at some point," Peter added. Felix groaned at the idea. "Felix, she has to love you at some point. She won't fall in love with you if you can't even hold her hand."

"I hate you," Felix groaned and sank into the couch, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"But you hate them more."

"Shut up."

A/N: Thank you all for reading! The first few chapters will be a bit of time jumping, but after that there will be no time jumping anymore. PLease review and let me know what you guys think of it! Yes, even you. I want to know what you think too. ;)