This chapter should have been up two weeks ago… then my baby girl ended up in the hospital. She's home now which means I have finally been able to get this chapter up… then I am going to go and collapse into bed! I'm not majorly happy with this chapter but hey ho, on with the show!

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"Are you sure about this, love?" Killian whispered into the darkness, Emma snuggled in to his side as she fought the heaviness of her eyes. "This is such a big changing. Leaving your family, your friends, you home… maybe this isn't the best time to be making the decision. Especially after dealing with your father. You should take a few days to think it over."

"Killian," Shifting slightly, Emma kissed him gently before resting her palm on his where it sat on her abdomen. "My family is right here. You, me and our baby. I don't need anyone else, and after how my parents have treated me… I don't think I even want them around our baby."

"Em…"

"Shh." Emma pushed herself up, moving to straddle Killian's hips, her hands pushing his t-shirt up as she lent down to press kisses along his collarbone. "You're not forcing me to do this, I want too. You need to relax, and I think I have just the way to help…"

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Three Weeks Later

Pulling up by the docks, Killian smiled at the sight of Emma, her arm curled protectively around the almost sixteen week bump of their child, a bump that seemed to have grown every time he saw her. She looked perfect, radiant, even with the stress she had been under.

The last three weeks had been rough. After Emma had returned home, her parents had barely let her out of their sight. They had done their best to control every aspect of her life. They had told her what to eat, when to sleep. The only time they had been alone was at school and even then it had just been stolen moments. Eyes on them, as people whispered behind their backs.

Grabbing his jacket from the back seat, Killian climbed out and made his way to Emma. Wrapping his arm around her waist Killian pressed a kiss to her head. "Happy birthday, love."

Resting her head on his shoulder, Emma smiled; reaching to press a kiss to his lips. "Thank you."

Bring a small wrapped box into her line of sight, Killian grinned. "Your gift."

"Killian…" Emma sighed "I said… I didn't want… you've done enough…"

"I know, I know," Kilian smiled, pressing the gift into her hand. "You said that I didn't need to buy you anything, but I didn't. This is from the Bean. The baby wanted mommy to have a birthday gift."

Raising her eyebrow at him, Emma glared. "Sneaky. Trust you to find a loophole to our deal."

"It's your birthday, love. Your eighteenth birthday to be precise, I couldn't just let the day pass." Pressing his hand to her abdomen, he smiled brightly. "Plus, you are giving me the best gift of all so you definitely deserve it. Open it."

Tearing the paper, Emma lifted the lid and tissue paper, her throat catching when she saw what was inside. "Killian…"

Lifting the simple 'mommy' locket from the box, Killian draped it around her neck "The Bean and I thought this would be the perfect birthday gift, mommy. Once the Bean is here, you can put a photograph inside."

"It's beautiful. Thank you." Resting his hand on her bump, she cuddled in to him. "I'm eighteen."

"You are." Kissing her gently, he sighed into her hair, running his hands down her side as she relaxed into his embrace. He already knew what was coming. "Em…"

"I'm ready, Killian." Emma smiled, turning in his arms to brush his hair out of his eyes before cupping his jaw. "I'm ready."

"Okay, soon. We just need to pack."

"I've already packed what's important. I've been moving it into the trunk of my car whenever my parents are out; we could leave today." Emma admitted.

Laughing, Killian released Emma before taking her hand and leading him towards his car. "Love, I'm yet to pack. Let me talk to Liam, we'll get the apartment ready. We have time. But first, how about Granny's for your birthday dinner?"

"Okay," Emma smiled, turning to climb into the car, groaning when a dull pain radiated down her side and abdomen.

"Emma?" Dropping to his knees beside her, Killian brushed Emma's blonde hair away from her eyes, his brow furrowing in concern.

"I'm… fine…" Emma ground out, clutching her side as she tried to take a deep breath. "It's nothing."

"It doesn't seem like nothing, love." Resting his hand on her bump, he sighed. "Where does it hurt? Is it the baby?"

"It's just my side. The baby is fine." Letting out another short breath, Emma relaxed into the car seat. "It's going."

"Emma, love. Maybe we should go to the hospital." Reaching around her, Killian buckled her seatbelt, arranging it under her bump, already calculating how long it would take him to reach there. Should he call ahead? "Has it happened before?"

"Umm," Emma sighed, looking away from his gaze.

"Emma?" Killian pushed, cupping her cheek and bringing her eyes back to his. "It has, hasn't it? You've had this before? Tell me the truth."

"Yes," Emma sighed. "Just once."

"Why didn't you tell me? Something could be wrong."

"Nothing is wrong, Killian." Kissing him, she smiled, tugging his hand to rest on the top of her bump. Of their child. "It happened a few days ago. I called the hospital and they told me it's normal. It's just my ligaments stretching to accommodate the baby."

"Are you certain, love?"

"I am, they said as long as it isn't sharp cramping, there is nothing to worry about. Now, I'm pretty sure you mentioned something about a birthday dinner?" Emma smirked. "Your baby is hungry, which means I am hungry and I'm pretty sure you don't want your pregnant girlfriend to go hungry. Especially on her birthday."

Pushing himself away from the car, Killian laughed. "That would be correct. I definitely wouldn't want her to go hungry."