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: I don't know what mood swings or cravings look like, so this is an attempt at it. I apologize if this looks nothing like it does in real life... And, of course, I have to end on a fluffy note.


It was 11:00 at night and Killian was sitting in the living room, reading a pregnancy book when he heard the refrigerator door slam shut. He cocked his head towards the kitchen, but shook his head, as if erasing the curiosity from his mind.

He went back to his book when he heard cupboards slamming and a jar breaking. He popped an eyebrow as he stood up, throwing the book on the coffee table and walking into the kitchen. "Emma, love? Are you alri—"

Her back was to him, but he could see all the tense muscles in her back. "Go away," she nearly yelled, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Killian crept towards her, despite her warning. "Do you need something?"

She turned abruptly. "Yes. I need you to go away!" she cried, her mascara had run from her eyes as liquid continued to pool over.

"If you told me…"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP, KILLIAN!" Emma shouted, waving her arms for emphasis. "ALL I NEED ARE SOME DAMN PEAS!"

"What…?" Killian's confused look only angered her more.

Emma tried to put on a rational voice, but it just came out rushed and annoyed and frustrated. "All I can think of right now is how I want a sandwich with ketchup and peas, and we don't have any peas. So, unless you have hidden some, you can't help me."

"Why don't you just poof some here?" Killian offered.

Emma's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, thanks, Killian. I didn't think of that," she said, her voice in complete mock and sarcasm. "I didn't think about how I have magic, but am so hormonal that it doesn't work correctly, and all I was able to conjure was a jar of grape jelly. Which, may I add, is the least appetizing thing I could possibly think of right now." For emphasis, she kicked the broken jar with the spread out jelly on the floor.

"Would you… Like me to get some?" he asked, slowly.

"YES, I WOULD LIKE YOU TO GET SOME!" Emma yelled back, flapping her arms. Killian winced at the vexation of her words. "I can't even think right now because my mind keeps screaming for this meal."

"Okay, I'm going to make a quick run to get some peas. Do you need anything else while I'm out?" he asked, running towards the door and grabbing his coat.

"NO, HOOK. THAT'S ALL I NEED. NOW, GO GET ME SOME FREAKING PEAS SO I CAN EAT!"

"I'll be right back –" But Emma didn't hear the end of his sentence because he was already out of the door.


Emma was pouting as she was stuffing her bread-peas-and-ketchup sandwich into her mouth. "I'm sorry I was such a beast earlier," she said, shame covering her tone as she put another big bite into her mouth. "And for calling you Hook."

"Water under the bridge, love." Killian responded, waving his hook in the air as if dismissing her actions from earlier that evening. "How does it taste? Is it as satisfying as you thought it'd be?"

Emma placed the last big bite of sandwich in her mouth and chewed it, licking her fingers and standing up to walk back to the kitchen. "Almost. I need more and I think I'll be good." Killian could tells she was defeated from her outburst earlier, standing up and running in front of her.

"Hey, you know that cravings are perfectly normal…" he said, brushing his hook and hand down her arms. "And the mood swings, too. That just means our little prince is growing."

Emma nodded, not looking at his face. "I'm gonna get some more." She brushed past him, hitting his shoulder by accident on her way. "Thank you for getting the peas for me. You didn't have to get five bags, you know."

Killian chuckled. "The hostility in your eyes earlier said differently…"

Emma smiled as she went to the fridge and grabbed some leftover peas and the ketchup. "Thank you. Do you want me to make you something?"

"No, I think I'm just going to go to bed." Killian walked over and pecked his wife's cheek. "I'll see you in a little bit."

"Goodnight, Killian."

"'Night, Swan."