Disclaimer: Same as always.

A/N: Thanks to everyone that's been reading and especially everyone who has given me encouragement. I'd originally planned to upload a different oneshot, but got inspired to write this one so I went with it. I know of so many people who have either just had a baby or found out that they or one of their loved ones is going to have one. So I thought it might be interesting to go back and see some of the highlights from Emma's pregnancy with Catalina. Including how different it was from her pregnancy with Henry. The next one will pick it up when she realizes she's in labor. You'll also get to see Henry meeting his sister for the first time.

Rating: K+

Pregnant. She was pregnant. Emma couldn't believe it. She'd strongly suspected that she was - she'd been through this before, after all. She'd just wanted to be absolutely certain before she told Killian. There'd been a few times where they'd thought she might be pregnant and each time they'd been so disappointed to learn that they were wrong. She'd wanted to spare him from another disappointment. So she'd taken a pregnancy test and then scheduled an appointment with her doctor to verify the result.

This time she'd been right. She was going to have a baby, her and Killian's first.

She'd kept it together while talking with the doctor and on the way out of the hospital. But then she'd made it to her Bug and that was when the full realization that she was pregnant hit.

The first time she'd been pregnant, she'd been a scared teenager in jail with no way to take care of a baby. And no one to help her try to figure it out. She'd known that she'd have to give it up. So her pregnancy with Henry hadn't exactly been a happy one. Quite the opposite, in fact.

There had been brief flashes of joy, though. Like when she'd felt him move for the first time. There'd been a moment when she'd been struck by an incredible feeling of happiness and wonder. Only to be overcome by a wave of sorrow and regret when the reality of her situation came crashing down all around her. This seemed to happen every time he kicked, only the following moments of sorrow seemed to get worse as the pregnancy progressed.

She'd given birth to Henry while handcuffed to a hospital bed and left holding the hand of a nurse she didn't know because she hadn't had anyone else. It had been one of the most painful and traumatic experiences of her life, in more ways than one.

Emma had never imagined that she would one day be reunited with her son, let alone ever have any kind of relationship with him. But then he'd shown up at her door all those years ago which had set everything in motion.

Now not only did she have her son back, she had a home and a family. She had friends who loved her and who she knew she could count on. More than that, she'd had her walls completely torn down by a handsome pirate that she'd fallen head over heels in love with despite her determination not to do just that. And it'd easily been one of the best things that had ever happened her. She now had a husband she seemed to fall more in love with all the time. A husband who felt the same about her in return.

"Oh my gosh," she said, covering her mouth with her hand as an unexpected giggle escaped. "I'm pregnant," she whispered the words to herself, tears filling her eyes. "I'm pregnant!" she repeated joyfully, louder this time. She pressed both hands to her still flat abdomen and looked down at it. "Hey baby." She rubbed her stomach gently. "It's Mommy. I'm going to take really good care of you, okay? And wait until you meet your daddy," she smiled. "You hit the jackpot with him. He's going to be such a good daddy! Yes he is. You're going to love him."

Thinking of Killian had her suddenly dying to see Killian, so she fumbled for her keys and then giggled as she tried to get them in the lock. It was December and felt like it - normally she'd be trying to get in her car as fast as possible, but she didn't have it in her to be annoyed at her inability to open her door.

She was giddy, that was it. Emma was in love and pregnant and so happy that she thought she could hug anyone who walked by. Granted, she was sure that anyone who did walk by would think she was a crazy person, but she couldn't help herself. She was just so happy and so desperate to get to Killian and tell him the wonderful news. She was having a baby. His baby.

But as she finally got in her car, she found herself thinking that there was one person that she needed to tell first. The person who had set her down the path that had ultimately led her to Killian in the first place. "You know what, baby? What do you say we go find your big brother?"

Emma had found Henry at Granny's with Violet and had pulled him aside to tell him the news. He'd been floored to learn that she'd decided to tell him before telling Killian. She'd explained that if it wasn't for him than she never would have even met Killian. Telling Henry first had just seemed like the right thing to do.

She wanted to make sure that Henry was okay with it. Her and Killian had had a talk with him about it when they'd first decided to start trying, both of them wanting to hear his thoughts on the matter. They'd done it out of love and respect for Henry. Neither of them ever wanted him to feel like they were trying to replace him because they weren't. Henry had told them that he was okay with it, but Emma hadn't been convinced.

She'd had another talk with him later on, only to find out during it that Killian had also talked about it with him again. That second talk with Henry had brought him and Killian closer, Emma learned. During her second talk with Henry, he'd told her that he'd been touched by Killian wanting to speak with him again. Just the two of them. Emma remembered the way Henry had then looked down, somewhat embarrassed, as he told her that Killian had really felt like his father at that moment.

This had added a surprising dimension to Emma and Henry's second talk. They spoke of Neal and Henry admitted that a part of him felt guilty about feeling that way about Killian. Especially because he really liked having a father figure in his life now. It made him feel like he was disrespecting Neal's memory somehow.

To which Emma had told him that she thought that Neal would be happy to know that Henry had a father figure in his life. She really believed that he would be. Killian could never take Neal's place and he wasn't trying to, Emma had assured Henry. But he loved Henry and it was okay for Henry to love him too. It didn't mean that he loved Neal any less.

Henry had gone on to admit that he'd struggled a bit knowing that any future siblings he had would always know what it was like to have a father while he'd grown up without one. This had led to Emma bringing up her initial feelings about her brother Neal; she'd felt the same way when he'd been born. She'd gone on to reassure Henry that she'd made peace with her feelings a long time ago and no longer harbored any resentment for her brother. Or her parents.

She'd also made a point to stress the fact that any children that she and Killian had could never take Henry's place. They loved Henry and thought that he'd be a wonderful big brother to any children they had. The conversation had ended in tears for both of them. Emma felt like it was one of the most important conversations they had ever had. By the end of it, Henry had assured her that he really was okay with her and Killian having children and she'd believed him.

It was all well and good to say that when there wasn't a baby on the way, but now there was. It was important to her to know how he felt about it; she was having the baby no matter what, but Henry's feelings mattered. She wanted him to share her joy. And if he didn't, she wanted to know so they could work through it.

To her tremendous relief, Henry seemed genuinely happy about it. It felt like a huge weight had been taken off of her shoulders. With it gone, however, worries that Killian would somehow not be happy about it came flooding to the surface.

Which meant that Henry'd had to talk her down. Killian would be absolutely thrilled, Henry was sure of it. He'd then jokingly urged her to stop stalling, find Killian and tell him already.

Emma argued that she was not stalling. Henry then pointed out that taking the time to make an argument about how she wasn't stalling was a way of stalling.

He was right. So she took his not so subtle advice and left to go find her husband.

Emma had intended to head straight to the Jolly Roger, she really had, but had been distracted by a gift shop advertising baby stuff and decided to go in. She'd been trying to think of the best way to tell Killian and thought that maybe it'd help to find something to give him. So she went in, taking her time looking around. What she still stalling? Not really.

Okay, she was definitely stalling.

She was pretty sure that Henry was right when he'd said that Killian would be thrilled, but still. There was that tiny part of her that worried he wouldn't be. Surely a gift wouldn't hurt, right?

Emma's eyes lit up as something caught her attention. It was perfect. She snatched it up and then got in line to pay before heading out to the Jolly Roger.

Bolstered by her purchase, Emma had a definite bounce in her step as she walked towards her husband's ship, despite the chill in the air. It'd occurred to her on the way that she might be too late and he could be on his way home by now, but she'd wanted to stop by just in case he wasn't.

Mr. Smee was coming off the ship as she reached it. "Oh, Mrs. Jones, hello," he said, pulling his hat off his head and giving her a slight bow in greeting.

"Hey," she smiled at him. "Is the Captain still here?"

"He is. He's below deck going over the logbook," Smee told her.

"Great. Think he'll mind if I hop on?" She asked, jokingly.

"I wouldn't think so," he smiled at her. "Enjoy your evening, ma'am."

"You too," she replied, waving at him as she boarded the ship. She headed belowdecks and found Killian there as promised. He was standing at the end of the large table, his chin resting on the curve of his hook as he scribbled something in his logbook.

Killian hadn't noticed her yet, so she took a moment just to watch him. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he consulted another book that lay beside the logbook before adding another note to the latter. His hair was tousled from being out in the elements earlier. There was a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead and her fingers were suddenly itching to brush it back into place. He looked so handsome when he was concentrating, she thought, just barely biting back a giggle. Who knew that being pregnant could make her so giggly?

She shook her head, amused at herself, and then cleared her throat to get his attention. "Excuse me Captain? It's awfully cold out there and I was hoping that I could take refuge on your ship."

Killian looked up, a smile on his face as his eyes fell on her. "A woman as beautiful as you is always welcome on my ship," he assured her. She smiled as she closed the gap between them. "Hello, love," he said softly as she reached him.

"Hi," she whispered, suddenly overcome by a wave of emotion. She watched as the smile slowly faded from his face to be replaced by an expression of worried confusion.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Everything is perfect," she answered, somewhat breathlessly. "I, um, brought you a present," she told him, holding up the bag containing her purchase.

"Did you now?" he asked, surprised. "Whatever for?"

"What, does a wife need a reason to buy her husband a present?" She asked, a sly smile on her face now. Though it faded a few moments later as her stomach seemed to fill with butterflies. Why was she so damned nervous? "Take a look," she suggested, trying to keep her voice light and not quite succeeding.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked.

"Just take a look," she said in response, reaching up to brush the wayward lock of hair away from his forehead.

"Alright." He studied her for a couple of beats before reaching into the bag and pulling out a silver flask. He looked back at her, seeming even more confused than he'd been moments before. Adorably so, in her opinion. "A flask?"

"Look at it," she nodded to it.

"It's a very nice flask, Emma, thank you. But I don't..." His expression slowly changed as he finally took a good look at it. There, embossed on the silver, were the words *promoted to Daddy*. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched a look that she could only describe as cautious wonder appear on his face as his eyes met hers again. "Swan?"

"Killian," she smiled at him as she took his hand and pressed it against her stomach. "We're having a baby."

"We're having a baby," he repeated, sounding amazed. "You're sure?"

"Yes." Her smile widened as she watched his face light up with a radiant smile. "Are you ha-" He kissed her before she could finish and she kissed him back, happily. She'd been trying to ask if he was happy. Considering how passionately he was kissing her, she could only surmise that he was.

She was right.

When that kiss finished, they broke apart just long enough to get some air before kissing again. And again. Eventually finding the way to the bed in his Captain's quarters.

It was a while before they made it back home.

Emma studied her stomach in the full length mirror in her and Killian's bedroom. She was now in the twelfth week of her pregnancy and had been delighted to realize that she was starting to show.

Her first trimester hadn't been the most pleasant and she was happy to be coming up to the end of it. Only a couple more weeks. Hopefully her second trimester would be more pleasant. But for now, morning sickness was the last thing on her mind as she examined the little bump that was her baby. It wasn't anywhere near big enough to be noticed by most people yet; her clothes would keep it hidden for now. But she knew it was there and that made her happy.

"What are you doing?" Emma looked up at the sound of Killian's voice. He was in the process of buttoning up his shirt as he exited their bathroom.

"Come here." She turned her attention back to her reflection and smiled when she saw his reflection join hers. His hand and hook instantly came to rest on her hips. "See that?" She had her shirt lifted with one hand and used the other to gesture to her baby bump. "That's our baby." She glanced up at his face in the mirror, watching a smile spread across his face as he somewhat tentatively covered the bump with his hand.

"Hello, little one," he said to it, his voice going soft the way it always did when he talked to their baby. "It's Daddy." He gently rubbed the bump. A contented sigh fell from Emma's lips as she leaned back against him, letting him support some of her weight.

"Killian?" She asked a few moments later, letting her hand come to rest over his.

"Hmm?" He turned his head to nuzzle her neck.

"Have I ever tell you about the first time I thought about having your babies?" She asked him.

"You have not," he answered.

"It was when I saw you with Ashley's little girl. Alexandra?" Emma laughed a little in memory. "You were so sweet with her. And I bet you'd be even sweeter with a daughter of your own." She gave his hand a little squeeze. "I think you're going to have one."

"You think so?" He asked, with a smile.

"I do," Emma nodded. "I think we're having a girl. Don't ask me why I think that. I just do."

"You know what, Swan? I would love to have a sweet little princess of our own," he said, his voice tender. "Not that I wouldn't love to have a son because I would," he continued in a rush. "But I can't help hoping for a girl."

"If I'm right and it is a girl, she's going to absolutely adore you," Emma said, a smile on her face at the thought.

"And I'll adore her in return," he replied, tenderly.

"Mm-hmm," Emma agreed. "And she'll grow up knowing that men can be great because her daddy is." Her eyes went soft as she watched a slight flush spread across his face. She turned around in his arms. "And supposing this is a girl? You'll show her what kind of man she should be looking for when she's older, should she go looking for one. She'll learn never to settle and to find someone who will love her the way her daddy loves her mommy."

Emma's lips curved into a playful smile. "Who knows? Maybe she'll grow up and find someone exactly like you." She just barely stifled a giggle as the smile slowly faded from his face to be replaced by a look of utter horror as he considered this prospect.

"Over my dead body," he said finally, causing the giggle to break free.

The second trimester was a beautiful thing, Emma mused to herself a few weeks later. The annoying morning sickness that had plagued her all throughout her first trimester? Gone. Her mood swings have leveled off some. Her quality of sleep had vastly improved, along with her energy levels. And her libido had skyrocketed.

This wasn't exactly something that had happened while she was pregnant with Henry. Well, the sickness had mostly gone away and she had seemed to sleep a little better. But her libido had basically been nonexistent. Though she couldn't say how much of that had been the result of her circumstances at the time since they had undoubtedly played a role.

In any event, things were certainly different this time around. Not being stuck in prison was a huge improvement in and of itself. Being married to a hot pirate certainly didn't hurt.

Emma couldn't get enough of him. She'd known that this might happen, but she hadn't expected it to be so intense. It seemed like if she wasn't actively pouncing on him she was thinking about pouncing on him.

Killian routinely found himself being shoved against various walls and kissed senseless. Or he'd feel her eyes on him and look up to see her looking at him with that look. That look that came with that smirk that told him that she wanted him and wanted him as soon as possible.

He smiled a lot more these days. Though truth be told, she was wearing him out. Sometimes he wasn't sure that he'd survive her second trimester. He found it difficult to be upset over the possibility that he might not, however. There were worse ways for a man to go - he knew that from experience. He couldn't complain. Not really.

Even if he did find himself consuming a little more coffee than usual.

A few more weeks had passed and Emma was now noticeably pregnant. This was something that made her happy and annoyed in almost equal measures.

Happy because every day that passed brought her and Killian one day closer to meeting their little girl - it turned out that Emma's prediction had been right. They were indeed having a little girl and her name would be Catalina Pearl. She was so anxious for the moment when she would finally get to hold their baby in her arms and knew that Killian was as well. So she found herself happy to watch her belly grow bigger and bigger as their baby grew inside her.

That said, being obviously pregnant meant that people were constantly wanting to touch her stomach. This got very old, very quickly. She found herself either guarding her stomach with her arms as well as she could or using Killian and sometimes Henry as human shields. Every now and then David would find himself in that role.

Her men had become quite adept at knowing just when Emma required their assistance. Knowing when to go stand between her and the would-be belly toucher. Killian would often situate himself so that her baby bump was partly between them, his arm wrapped around her stomach protectively.

It was with some amusement when she noticed that his hook would seem to slowly lift in these moments, as if it warning. Like a snake getting ready to strike. What made it funnier to her was the way that his eyes would narrow in suspicion at any perceived threat, no matter how small it may be. She didn't think that Killian was even aware he was doing it most of the time.

He'd become most protective, to the point of nearly driving her insane sometimes. But by the same token, she loved that his default response was to protect her and their baby from any kind of danger. Even if it was the nonexistent kind. Even if it did make her want to throttle him on occasion.

In any event, Emma had already grown tired of people wanting to touch her stomach. And she still had weeks left of her pregnancy. What made it especially frustrating to her was when she'd tell people that her baby wasn't yet kicking hard enough for anyone else to feel it anyway. Not that that little detail stopped them.

That all said, Emma couldn't wait until Killian could feel their baby move. She'd been able to feel her daughter move for the last few weeks and reveled in it. It made her feel so much closer to her baby. The selfish part of her loved that she was the only one who could feel her. But lately, she'd been dying for the moment when their baby's movements would be strong enough so Killian could feel them too.

The moment had arrived.

Emma'd been up in what would be their daughter's room, shuffling some things around when she felt her daughter moving around. "Oh!" She cried out in surprise, her hands immediately going to her stomach. Realizing that Killian would most likely be able to feel these movements, she hurried out of the room and to their stairs.

Killian had been indulging in a nap on their couch when he was roused from sleep by her call.

"Killian!"

"Emma?" He quickly got to his feet and rushed over to the staircase, his eyes full of panic. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Killian! Come - oh!" She'd stopped on the second to last step as he was blocking her from being able to come down the rest of the way when she found herself suddenly being lifted up.

"What's the matter?" He asked, setting her down on the main floor. That look of panicked suspicion was in his eyes as he glanced up the stairs.

"Nothing's the matter," she answered, half-amused and half-exasperated.

"You were screaming for me," he said in response, making her roll her eyes.

"I was calling you," she corrected.

"Nothing's wrong?" he asked before she could continue. "You're alright?"

"Of course I'm alright, you lunatic," she assured him. "Give me your hand."

"Lunatic?" He asked, ignoring her request and seeming insulted. Possibly a little hurt, as well. "Well, I'm sorry, Swan, but when you -" Whatever he'd been about to say got cut off when she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her stomach. Right where their daughter was, thankfully, still kicking. She'd briefly worried that Catalina would stop before Killian could feel it. "What are you -"

Emma found herself holding her breath as she watched the expression on his face change. He looked down at her stomach, his eyes growing wide. "What the devil was that?"

"That," she beamed at him, "was your daughter saying hello."

"Bloody hell." The look of wonder that had filled his face was by far one of the best things that Emma had ever seen. "Bloody hell!" he repeated, his face breaking into a grin. He looked back up at her with shining eyes.

"I know," she nodded, her own eyes filling with tears. "It's pretty amazing, isn't it?"

"Aye, it is." Killian turned his attention back to his wife's stomach, unable to wipe the smile off his face. "Hello, my sweet Catalina. Oh!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows lifting when he felt a hard kick. "You're already a tough little lass, aren't you, love? You're going to be so strong and beautiful and amazing. You're going to be just like Mommy, yes you will." He sank down to his knees, pressing his lips to the spot where his daughter was still kicking. He smirked when he felt yet another kick in response. "Kicking your father in the face," he shook his head, playfully wagging his finger at Emma's stomach. "That's bad form, love." Killian's voice went soft. "But that's alright, my girl. I still love you. Daddy loves you very, very much."

It took all of Emma's strength not to melt into a puddle over Killian's reaction. It was everything she'd hoped it would be.