A/n: Aww, thanks for all the reviews and everyone saying that they don't want it to end! I'm still deciding on the sequel thing, but I definitely definitely have a bunch of cute ideas for it. I have an idea for one of Emma and Killian on their first date out after the baby, and a few other cute Killian/baby ideas, and even one when the baby is about 2 years old, so I have to do SOMETHING… but I'm not sure. I really can't commit to more than one chapter fic at a time or it gets lost like "300 Years" (which I do plan on picking up again eventually, at least to finish), but I'll keep you guys posted. :D

Guest (who said that they don't even ship CS, they are more fans of Swan Thief and Captain Queen): You might like this chapter, cuz Neal is in it again hehe! I'm so touched! You are so sweet to say that about my writing. Aww, you just made me so happy!

Broken Family, Drawn Together

(30 Weeks)

"Let's just forget about all this, ok?"

"I wouldn't like anything more, Lass," he sighed with relief, pulling her even closer into the warm hug. He relished the feeling of a second, fierce kick from Emma's stomach into his.

"Wow, that was a strong one," she laughed into his shoulder, looking up and taking his hand, moving it to where he could feel better. "Did you feel him?"

He nodded, kissing her forehead. "Of course he's strong. Like his mother."

"Yeah, well I'm not the only strong one," she smiled, caressing his hand that rest on her belly.

Without warning, Killian wrapped his good arm around her back and shoulders and the other underneath her butt, bending his knees slightly, and hoisting her up into the air. Emma let out a surprised squeal and clutched to him tight.

"What the f- Killian! Stop, you're gonna drop me." Her eyes widened and the panic was obvious in her voice. He hadn't picked her up like this in months.

"No, I'm not, love."

"I don't exactly weigh what I used to," she argued, her nails digging into his neck like a kitten that had climbed too high, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. "Kil-"

The pirate continued to ignore her, laughing to himself, a deep, happy laugh, as he walked them into the bedroom. As they got closer to the soft bed in front of them, Emma felt herself relax, somewhat amazed by how easily he lifted her. Even though her new body shape felt awkward to her, his strong arms still cradled her like she didn't weigh an ounce more than she had pre-pregnancy. She felt a soft gasp leave her chest when she finally hit the comfortable sheets and Killian slowly drew himself down her body to place a kiss on her stomach.

"If you're planning on joining me, why don't you go get the blankets and pillows?"

"In a minute."

She watched a soft smile pull at the edges of his stubbly cheeks as he nuzzled their 'child' and for the first time in over a week, she fully enjoyed his attention. It didn't feel clingy or guilt-ridden. It felt like love. Was this really the same man, the calculating, manipulative, flirtatious pirate, she had known just a year ago? The man that had called them 'simple'? Images of the brunette from the parking lot briefly flitted into her mind, and with them, the slight discomfort she had felt since she had found out about them. A part of him would always be Hook, but did she really want him otherwise? Despite her attempts at redirecting her thoughts, it wasn't 30 seconds before Emma met his eyes, pulling him closer. "…so about the Jordan thing…"

A light chuckle resonated in his throat and he stretched his body out next to hers, resting on his elbow, his feet hanging lazily off of the edge. "I thought we just agreed that we'd forget about this?" He reached out to brush a lock of blonde hair out of her face, seemingly unfazed by the query.

"I thought we were talking about Neal being here?"

"Well, love, I assumed that the agreement covered both of our transgressions."

"Transgressions?" She felt her quick temper raise just a hair. "Neal and I talked while I was in my pajamas. I'm pretty sure that's not cheating. He's in our lives for good now, and-"

"Emma," his voice was both stern and soothing at the same time. His good hand cupped her cheek warmly.

"I know I said it didn't bother me, but something about these hormones just makes me keep thinking about it. All that about amazing sex-"

"I said that to upset you."

"So it wasn't?" Emma asked, skeptical, eyebrow raised. She didn't wait for an answer. "I know it didn't mean anything then, but now I'm huge and a timebomb of responsibility… and it scares you."

"Emma." His stormy blue eyes seemed to look straight into her soul. "Responsibility or not, baby or not - No one compares to you."

Emma groaned and placed a protective palm against her baby bump - that had really rounded out into more of a baby basketball in the past month – and stood from the sheriff's office chair slowly. Since she had broken six months, everything was happening so much faster and hitting her so much harder - the fatigue, the back pain, the moodiness – and now that she was over seven months, she didn't know how much worse it could get. She felt like she had gained ten pounds since her last doctor's appointment, and that had only been a little over two weeks before. She was tempted to buy a scale if only to 'survey the damage' that her late night snacking and quickly growing son had done to her weight.

"And would you stop kicking me in the bladder?" She muttered to her already obstinate child. "You're going to be just like him, aren't you? Always finding a cute way to bother me."

"What's that?" David turned to his daughter with worried eyes, standing himself and preparing to help her to her feet. "Are you alright?"

Emma laughed and rolled her eyes, holding up a hand. "I'm fine, David. I was just talking to this guy over here. He's really doing a number on my back."

He smiled and sat back down. "You know you don't have to keep coming to work like this everyday, Emma. You can take a break."

"What? No, I get bored at home. What would I do? Besides, Killian doesn't have a job and I don't think I could handle 24 hours a day with him," she joked.

"Maybe he should take your job."

Emma glanced back at her father with a questioning look. "You want Hook to be the sheriff? Of Storybrooke?"

"Well, not the sheriff. But it hasn't exactly been bad around here since… well, since Cora died… after he brought her here," he added, unable to help himself.

"Really?"

Somehow the sight of the very pregnant, blonde, sheriff with her hands on her hips was much more intimidating than it used to be. "I'm just saying…" He held up his palms to her in surrender and chuckled.

There was a long, silent pause as Emma mulled over what her father had just suggested. Time off would be nice, and she didn't see her restless, ex-pirate boyfriend who left the confines of the small apartment as often as possible, turning down the chance to support himself again - even if it wasn't as adventurous as sailing the seven seas. "So you were serious? About giving Killian a job?"

"Just for a few months… until you're ready to come back to work."

"And you two wouldn't kill each other?" Her dubious expression didn't hide a thing as she stared at Charming pointedly. "There won't be booze to fall back on this time."

David groaned, resting his forehead in his hand, as if mere mention of it made his head ache. "Please don't bring up that night."

"Why?" She tipped her head curiously, a suspicious and amused look playing in her expression.

"I… have sworn myself and my wife to secrecy on everything that happened during and after that first drink," he smirked, shaking his head. "No," he continued reluctantly. "We wouldn't kill each other, Emma. I think we both love the same person too much to do that."

Emma returned his smile. "I'll consider it," she conceded with a nod of her head. She was beginning to like the idea of having a break. "But for now, we have a lot of filing to do, seeing as Storybrooke doesn't seem to believe in storing things on computers," she replied, rolling her eyes at the stacks of assorted papers that covered both of their desks.

She was interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone. "Hello? Yes, this is Emma Swan. Oh my god, is he alright? Where is he?" David perked up at the note of worry in his daughter's tone, and turned his attention to the phonecall. After a few more hurried words, Emma hung up the phone, gripping it much more tightly than necessary.

"What happened?"

"Henry's at the hospital. I have to go."

~ASMG~

"God dammit, Killian," Emma snapped, shoving her cell phone into her pocket angrily as she continued to pace the bright, white, hospital waiting room.

"He didn't answer?" David stated the obvious, his arm around his wife's shoulders. She, along with Regina, who had insisted on speaking with the medics who had brought him in personally, had already been at the hospital when they had arrived only minutes before.

"He never answers," she muttered without meeting her father's eyes, turning to make another round.

"Emma, it's a broken arm. We're not in the Enchanted Forest, he's going to be just fine," Mary Margaret reassured her daughter.

"They said it was bad, he's in surgery. How did this even happen? Aren't there people at the school to watch the kids during recess?"

"There are a lot of children, Emma. Kids play. It happens."

The agitated blonde only shook her head, pulling her phone out of her pocket once more and fidgeting with it.

"I can go pick him up," her father offered, reading her mind.

This stopped her mid-stride and for a brief moment, Emma wondered what had gotten into him. First, he suggests that he and Killian work together and now he was offering to pick him up? Had he actually completely let go of his fatherly grudge for the pirate, or did he just care that much? The idea shook her a bit. She had known her not-so-new family for almost two years, but the feeling of actually being loved and cared for and to have her feelings put above others' was still shocking after years of emotional neglect. "David, you don't have to-"

"He'd want to be here, Emma. If he's not at home, he'll be at Granny's or his ship. I'll find him."

She stopped pacing completely and instead, turned towards her parents, forcing a grateful smile at Charming. "Call me if you can't find him."

"He's probably just at home. He'll find him." Snow went on in her normal nurturing tone, giving her husband a quick kiss goodbye before he left the waiting room. "Come on, sit down."

"I can't. It just makes me more nervous."

"Well, stop pacing. You're making me nervous," she laughed softly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

For the next 20 minutes, Emma settled for a combination of both her own and her mother's wishes – fluctuating between sitting in different waiting room chairs and touching her stomach then alternating with pretending to read a boring assortment of travel and parenting magazines that they had on the end tables, and marching back and forth across the room. The drone of the mindless programs that played on the television behind her kept her from being entirely alone with her thoughts as the minutes dragged on.

"Emma!"

She turned to see Neal striding towards them, a fear etched in his face that matched hers. Without waiting for permission, he took her into his arms, giving her a swift but warm hug when he reached her. He released her from the embrace, but kept her close, his hands resting on her shoulders. "I came as soon as I got the call. Is he alright?"

"They have him in surgery now. Regina is still in talking with some doctors."

"Surgery? What the hell happened? My boss didn't tell me anything, just that he got a call from the hospital?"

"I don't know. They said he was climbing a tree at school and broke his arm - pretty badly," she grimaced, wondering exactly what 'pretty badly' entailed.

"What was he doing climbing trees at school? People don't watch for that stuff anymore?"

"That's what I said!" Emma finally broke contact as she took a step back to shoot an "I'm not crazy" look at Mary Margaret, before crossing her arms over her chest, nearly able to rest them on her belly now and resuming her pacing.

"Henry's going to be fine," her mother repeated firmly, worried about grandson, but still a bit tickled by how much Emma was worrying. Seeing that her logical, nurturing tone of voice was having a calming effect on the two, she continued. "I'm a teacher. I've seen these things happen over and over and over again, Emma. Kids bounce back."

Neal sighed and followed her footsteps. He hadn't seen her wound so tightly in years. "Emma, slow down, she's right. Come on." He placed his hand on her shoulder, gently turning her body back towards the chairs. "Come on, sit down."

After minimal effort, he was able to guide her into the chair next to Mary Margaret, but as soon as she sat down again, Emma knew that it was a bad idea. It was as if all her fears and worries came to a head when she was no longer expending her nervous energy in some way. Neal sat down next to her, surprised when she tipped her head to the side, dangerously close to being against his shoulder, and he instinctively draped his arm across the back of her chair.

"Hey, the kid's you and me. Think of all the crap that got through that we shouldn't have," he chuckled. "A little broken arm is nothin."

Emma remembered how often Killian had called her strong, and commented on how their child would inherit that strength, and now here was Neal – saying the same thing about Henry while she was a mess, mere seconds away from breaking down and crying from nerves over a little broken arm. She didn't understand how they could see something in her when she didn't feel strong. She could take magic and other worlds and danger, but once something threatened her family - no matter how small - her emotions went into overdrive.

"Thanks, Neal," she mumbled.

"It'll be ok, Em," he repeated, moving his forearm from the chair slightly and gave her a tight squeeze around her shoulders.

"I'm fine," she forced her tone to sound stronger than she felt, sitting up straighter.

"It's ok if you aren't…" He chuckled quietly.

Before she could defend herself as she had planned, David and Killian walked into the room. "Killian," Emma sighed with relief, standing as quickly as her bump would let her and almost running into his arms.

"Easy, love. I'm here."

"I know. I'm ok," she assured him, even though he hadn't asked, holding him tightly for a moment before letting him go. "I'm glad you're here."

"Of course. I was at home. Why didn't you call?" He asked, casting a lingering glance over her shoulder at Neal, now shifting uncomfortably and avoiding eye contact with him.

"I did, you jerk," she grumbled, smacking him lightly in the shoulder.

Hook grinned and lowered his eyes guiltily, managing to look just like a dog that had been caught doing something naughty. "I never did like those things." His expression sobered when he remembered why he was brought to the hospital in the first place and he took her hand in his, leading her out of the room so that they could be alone to talk. "How's the lad?"

"He's still in with the doctors. They said something about him hanging upside from a tree in recess." Emma rolled her eyes, her annoyance for her sweet son's antics thoroughly obvious now that her worry had dissipated slightly. "Which I honestly don't get. Since when does he show off like that?"

"Well, isn't it obvious, love?"

"Isn't what obvious?"

"Why he was showing off?" His eyes sparkled with mischief and hidden perception. "To impress that Grace girl he's always with."

"He climbed a tree and almost broke his neck to impress a girl? He's 12, Killian."

"Crazier things have been done in the name of a woman," he laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Besides, he's nearly 13 now, love. Nearly a man. I wasn't much older when I-"

"If you say 'lost your virginity'..." she warned, daring him to imply or even suggest that her son would soon be thinking along the same, perverse lines that she assumed a young Killian must have. He was 12! There had been jokes about him having a little crush on Grace ever since he had begun hanging out with her the past school year, but he wasn't really thinking about girls like that yet, was he?

"Actually, I was going to say when I fancied my first lass, but…" he let his words trail off suggestively, grunting when she elbowed him in the ribs.

Emma scowled and rolled her eyes again, but let herself lean into him for support as they continued to walk the halls together, grateful for an excuse to leave the stuffy waiting room behind. Things became quiet again and Killian watched as she bit her lip and glanced in the direction of the operating room doors at the far end of the hospital.

"Don't worry about the boy, Emma. He'll be just fine. Here in Storybrooke, you have far finer medical facilities than we did on my ship. Out of all the injuries and broken bones I saw in Neverland, only some ended up death or amputation, and we didn't have doctors-"

"Death or amputation?" She stopped in her tracks, shooting him a look. "Is that helping to you? Because you're not helping."

"It was a pirate ship, for god's sake. We did the best that we could," he defended himself hotly. "I was just saying that Henry is in good hands."

Emma continued to walk with him with a sigh. "I know he is. I just want to see him. I hate all this waiting crap. I've never been good at it."

"You're doing better than Regina. I believe we passed her shouting at a doctor about getting him the best care possible on our way in," he smirked.

"She's his mother too," Emma admitted with a small shrug, but had to smile at the thought of Regina reacting more harshly than she had about this, now that she was more than 7 months pregnant.

"So how's the little one doing today?" he prudently changed the subject.

"The baby? He's fine. Kicking away, like always," she laughed a little, giving the 'baby' a casual rub and taking off with the new subject. "I've been thinking about names actually. I really like Nathaniel."

Killian let the name sink in for a moment and nodded. "Nathaniel. I like it, though I have to admit I've been thinking of names as well."

Emma tipped her head to look at him, intrigued. If anything, he had been very indecisive and intimidated by the idea of making any big decisions about their coming child. "This isn't going to be some weird fairytale land name, right?"

"It depends on what you find strange," he teased, but suddenly looked unsure of his choice and hesitated before telling her. "…I was thinking he could be called 'James'."

"Emma? Killian?" Mary Margaret's voice interrupted them from where she poked her head out of the waiting room, down the hall. "The doctor just came to get us. He's out of surgery."

A/n: Lots of Killian/Henry feels to come next chapter. Please let me know what you think! I wasn't feeling very confident about last chapter. Aww, I just remembered that it's only a few more weeks until the baby is born. I'm getting so attached to this fic. I don't want it to end!