Emma had expected shouts of anger. But for the first time in years, the town was utterly speechless. The only sound, in fact, was the heartbeats that clogged the air like a bloody fog.

She thought to hold her dignity, but with these looks of disbelief it was hard to hold her head high. She avoided Killian's eyes with all effort. She refused to meet the 'how-could-you' gaze; she refused to delve into that sort of pain.

No one spoke. No one moved. No one did anything, even Mr. Gold looked utterly baffled as his eyes traveled to Henry, his grandson. Bailey stared at her with a smirking grin. Childish bastard, she thought with a sneer. Revenge is bitter. But you just made it silly. No wonder why I never told you about Henry.

And then Henry spoke up. Emma had refused his gaze until now, but she met the replicate of her own. Tears brimming at the corners. "You said my father died in a fire."

She shook her head, "I had to protect you Henry. I'm sorry." Bailey looked baffled, mock-hurt etched along his face. Her face curled into a snarl as it looked up at him. "I wanted you to think your father was worth something. That he wasn't a drunkard that stole things and slept with many a woman."

Henry still looked baffled and Emma knew that the trust that was once there could never form over properly again. But she had done her duty and so with a heavy breath she finished what she was going to say, "You would never be proud of Bailey."

People were starting to move again, but the condensed circle was still in the heart of the war.

Mr. Gold then spoke up, his eyes glazed over with an emotion that could not be placed as he looked at Henry. "And so this boy… the one I brought into Storybrooke… is my grandson?" He asked, brow furrowed.

Emma and Bailey both nodded but Henry's fear grew towards Gold. He did not like the idea of this… monster… being the sire to his sire.

The tension grew thicker and Emma nearly screamed. She finally caught eyes with Killian and nearly shrunk away at the sight. The two glassy blue orbs were pressed together ever so slightly and they were filled with sadness, like she had betrayed him. He didn't show much emotion but she could tell the disappointment far outweighed its mass. "Come home Killian," she whispered faintly.

He shook his head, "no Emma." And he stood up. Killian was the first to disperse from the crowd, and everyone else soon followed. They had to comprehend the news. No one spoke, no one looked at her. Bailey and Gold were the last, and Bailey snickered slightly.

And finally, Emma began her long trek to her house. She saw Killian once as he headed into the woods, a slight limp in his step.

Only Ruby approached her and she sighed, clearly stating she didn't want to talk. But she pressed. "Are you okay?" She asked.

Emma shrugged, "I didn't want to bring him here. But I had to… Gold cursed Killian and that was the payment for the reversal… so I had to…"

Ruby opened her arms and Emma gratefully fell into the embrace. "You did what you had to for the one you love, don't regret it." She nodded in response. "And that Bailey… he's trouble…" but Emma could hear the curiosity in her voice. For a moment she prayed to a God that she didn't believe in for Ruby not to fall into the same trap that she had once fallen into.

"Do you think Killian will forgive me?" Emma asked almost to herself. She knew he would but she wanted the conformation. Suddenly she felt the urge to spill to Ruby before she had the chance to speak. "I'm pregnant."

Ruby pulled away from her and looked at her in utter disbelief and Emma shrugged. "I went off of the pill 6 weeks ago, mainly because I was out and I was about to go back on it again but… Mother Nature didn't happen this month… and so I thought… oh Ruby. "

Ruby's jaw was still gaped but she could still ask, "and Killian?" Emma nodded quickly. "He'll forgive you." She assured. "I think he just needs some time to think about today."

Emma nodded, "I need to get back to the flat…"

"Of course! Do you want this information private?" Ruby asked and again Emma nodded. It would be bad for anyone to know. "Well Princess, if you need anything, call me, you got my number."

And so Emma walked away, hand unconsciously around her belly. Thank God she wasn't showing yet.

Killian had appeared a few minutes before midnight. Emma had refrained – with much temptation – to grab a bottle of whiskey. She hadn't eaten anything in stress. God, what if this baby didn't have a father to raise it? The thought stressed her out even more.

He had a bottle in his hand, but he wasn't too tipsy. When his eyes fell on hers he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"No Hook, I'm sorry. I should've told you privately." Emma had interrupted him.

"Why would you have? It was none of business." He said, looking at her strongly. She nearly flinched under his gaze, he was so sure of his words.

"Yes it is. I love you Hook, the father of your stepson should've made its way to your ears a long time ago. I just thought you'd leave me…"

"Why would I Emma?" His brow was furrowed with curiosity.

"Henry's father is the son of your enemy…" Her finger traced the granite countertops, eyes avoiding his own.

"Did you know that when Henry was sired?" He asked strongly. She looked confused at the question and he had to ask it again since she didn't understand.

"No!" She replied just as strongly, getting up and walking towards him.

"Then it is no matter. You thought he was normal. It is none of my concern. Henry does not seem to be like his father, he seems to be like you. And I love him just the same."

She smiled at him, hugging him tightly. Her lips were greeted with messy drunk kisses. But she didn't care, it was a joyous moment. "And will you love this one just the same?" She asked eventually. "Your own child?"

He looked down at her belly and then up at her, that attractive smile filed along his face. "Your not!" He nearly howled, forgetting the bottle as he pulled her into his arms. She nodded, pressing her forehead and nose against his.

"Oh we must tell everyone! You are with child! And my child! Oh Emma, I'll make sure you wont regret it." And he pulled her down the stairs. And they danced in the moonlight. And once word had spread, there was a party.

A / N Alright, two more chapters to go - and that includes the epilogue. Hope you enjoy and sorry it took me so long to update. Sadly I think this is an AU but no matter. Have a good day and thanks for reading.