A/N: Hello, hello! Thank you so much for your lovely reviews, for your follows and pressing that favourite button! I've been quite prepared in regards to planning out more stories - I've planned up to story 23 so far and I keep having ideas... At the moment, I have ideas to get this series up to story 33. If you have any ideas/prompts at all do send them in! emma8killian certainly isn't shy - you guys should be either. You can leave your ideas in a review or DM me; I'll accept all ideas and see what I can do!

Each and every one of you is OUTSTANDING. Never forget that. You are all worth so much and you should not believe that you are anything else. It has been a hard week for me but knowing that I can write fanfiction and it have such positive reception from you guys has really helped. I LOVE YOU ALL!

IMPORTANT! I am unsure of when I will be updating next week. It almost certainly will not be Friday as I have the Wicked Young Writer Awards ceremony (I'm a finalist in their For Good category - I pretty much just wrote about OUAT and the community we have together) that afternoon so it may be a Thursday update for you all. We shall see!

This one features a bit of Mama!Snow and Emma - I don't feel like were given many moments of Emma bonding more with her parents. So, I suppose this is my attempt of making up for it.

Keep Smiling!

She sits precariously on the edge of their large white bathtub. Her heart thuds strongly against her ribs. Her hands contain a tremor that she cannot shake. The white stick is held loosely in her fingers. It has been a long time since she has been in this position and the circumstances are very different too. The two little pink lines glare at her, bright as the sun, confirming what lies ahead.

Tears enter Emma's eyes. This was not planned. This was not planned. They were finally in a good place - her, Killian and Henry. Storybrooke has been peaceful the past few months, allowing Emma to slow down and enjoy the quiet moments with those she loves at last.

Hell, she has been on the pill and taking it religiously... Well, almost religiously... But, hey, she has a very amorous pirate for a boyfriend.

'How could I have been so stupid?!'

"I can't ruin it." she mumbles to herself.

Emma scrambles up from the bath's edge and walks back into the bedroom. She opens the drawer of her bedside table - a place she knows Killian will not look inside for anything - and drops the stick inside, firmly snapping it shut. Her legs tremble as her hands run through her hair and she falls to the bed, sitting on the edge.

Unrelenting panic rises in her chest.

Breathe, Swan. Killian's voice fills her mind as she tries to breathe evenly and deeply, pushing away the rising panic within her. She doesn't want to have a panic attack.

But that doesn't stop her insecurities and fears cresting.

'I can't do this. I can't.' The words repeat constantly until they stop suddenly. One image sits in her mind. 'Killian...'

Emma's eyes grow wide.

"No, no, no... I can't tell him." she whispers. "Not now."

She looks around the bedroom, seeing her possessions mixed in with her true love's belongings. The thought of a baby on top of what they currently have together...

It is enough to push Emma over the precipice - her old instincts to run strongly kicking in. Panicking, one person comes to mind and Emma knows that she needs them in this moment.

Her mother.

She should be over at the loft and Emma considers driving over there but decides against it. Even she knows that her emotional state is unpredictable and that could cause an accident. Her red leather jacket hangs beside the front door and she hastily tugs it on, followed by her black ankle boots.

Emma magically locks the front door from inside and then poofs herself in a cloud of pale grey smoke. She appears on the opposite side of the road to Granny's and giving a brief look around and thankfully seeing that no one has noticed her, walks briskly to her parents' apartment building.

Her progress up the stairs is slow, her feet dragging up the steps, her arm pulling her up as her hand grips the railing. It's as if all energy within her body has just dissipated.

She knocks on the door, almost timidly. Snow opens the door a moment later, a smile gracing her lips when she sees that it is her daughter.

"Emma, sweetie! Come in, come in." Snow says, ushering Emma into the loft.

Emma walks in and stops a few paces from the door, hands twisting together. Snow notices immediately as she shuts the door and approaches Emma.

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?" she questions, motherly concern coating her usually cheerful tone. Emma never shows her emotions this much unless something is truly wrong.

Emma opens her mouth to speak but all words stick in her throat. She simply shakes her head, unable to formulate an answer. Snow frowns and places her hand on her daughter's leather clad shoulder.

"Go and sit on the couch, sweetheart." Snow says, smiling slightly. "I'll make us both some cocoa and you can tell me in your own time; no pressure."

Emma nods and turns to move over to the couch. She sits down on the end, beside Neal's cot. The two-year old is fast asleep, taking his afternoon nap, and Emma finds her gaze is fixed to him. She watches the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the slight twitch of his limbs indicating that he is dreaming.

Soon enough, Emma will do this for her own child. She will watch them sleeping in her arms after they have fallen asleep with a full belly, tiny fist resting against her breast where they had been feeding. She will watch their small, delicate limbs flail in happiness as their father coos adorably at them, eyes lit up with joy.

Emma jumps when Snow grabs her attention.

"I'm sorry, Emma." Snow apologises, holding out a mug of cocoa. "Here you go."

Her daughter takes it and holds it in her hands. Emma smells the warming scent, hoping it will temper down the anxiety within and allow her to relax.

But it doesn't.

Snow sits beside her and can clearly see the conflict in her eyes.

"Emma, has something happened?" Snow asks. Only silence answers her. "You can talk to me - you know you can."

Emma doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything. She doesn't drink her cocoa or look at her mother. She simply has her gaze fixed to her brother's sleeping body.

Snow watches Emma closely and recognises the look in her eyes as she watches Neal. She had it a few years previously... when...

"Emma, look at me, please." Snow requests, her voice breaking. Emma finally turns her head. "What is going on?"

Tears fill Emma's eyes, her anxiety crashing into her.

"I'm pregnant."

A wide grin appears on Snow's face and she places her cocoa down on the small coffee table.

"That is such wonderful news!" she exclaims. "Does Killian know?"

Emma shakes her head and she starts to breathe heavily, her anxiety spiralling out of control. Snow quickly recognises the panic attack she is having and begins moving.

The mug of cocoa is removed from Emma's grip and placed out of the way so it cannot spill on her accidentally. Her constricting leather jacket is pulled off to help her breathe. Her long blonde hair is pulled away from her face and tied up with a hairband by Snow so it doesn't get in her face.

Snow kneels down in front of her, strongly gripping Emma's hands. Emma's eyes are wide, tears streaming down her cheeks, breathing still erratic.

"Focus on me, Emma." Snow orders gently. "Breathe in... and out. In... and out. That's it."

She remains there, helping Emma calm down and encouraging her to match her easy breaths until her breathing is once again regular. Snow wipes away her tears tenderly.

"I'm sorry." Emma whispers but Snow hushes her.

"No, sweetheart, don't be silly." she says kindly. "It is completely understandable but why is it so scary for you?"

Emma takes a deep breath.

"I don't know how to be a mother. I gave Henry up and any memories I had of raising him are fake and are based off Regina's memories." she stresses, pulling her hair free from the lopsided knot at the back of her head so she can run her hand through the strands. Her voice drops to a whisper. "I don't even know if Killian would want this."

Snow remains on the floor and squeezes Emma's knee.

"Have you talked about it in the past?" she asks. "The possibility of having children?"

Emma nods. "We have but wanted to wait until it was the right time before considering a baby. This isn't the right time. I mean, we aren't married, we haven't been living together very long either."

"None of those things matter, honey." Snow assures firmly. "You are True Love which is a commitment in itself. I know for a fact that Killian will be a fantastic father - just look at how he is with Henry and Neal."

Emma takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment.

"I don't know how to tell him." she whispers. "I have no idea how he will react. Or Henry - I gave him up. What if he hates me?"

"Emma, everything is going to be alright." Snow says, making sure to keep her daughter calm. "I can be there when you tell Killian and Henry, if you'd like me to."

Emma shakes her head.

"Can I have my cocoa back, please?"

Snow smiles and quickly obliges. Emma cradles the warm mug in her palms.

"I just need to work out how to tell them." she says before taking a sip. The hint of cinnamon lingers on her tongue.

"Just look inside of you." Snow suggests with a smile. "The heart always knows. So will you."

...

Emma lies in bed that night and immediately cuddles into Killian's left side when he climbs under the covers. She can smell the sharpness of the mint on each exhale of his breath as he has just brushed his teeth. His left arm comes about her shoulders as her left hand rests upon his heart, feeling the steady beating.

Perhaps she could just tell him about the baby... No. That's stupid. She couldn't just blurt it out to him. She needs to plan it. Plan what she is going to say, how she will say it.

He presses a tender kiss to her forehead, drawing her out of her thoughts.

"I love you, Swan." he mumbles, pulling her closer.

"I'm pregnant." Emma blurts out and internally kicks herself as Killian tenses.

'Bloody hell. Stupid, stupid Emma.' she thinks.

"What?" he questions, pulling away so he can look at her properly. His face is unreadable. "What did you say?"

"I'm pregnant." Emma says, voice barely above a whisper.

Killian's hand drifts down to her stomach a second later and a watery smile appears on his face. His eyes move over the fabric of her shirt, fingers flexing, before meeting her gaze.

"Say it again." he requests, voice breaking. "Please."

Emma smiles.

"I'm pregnant, Killian." she says. "You're going to be a father."

Killian's hand suddenly cups her cheek and she is pushed onto her back. His lips cover hers in a desperate kiss and Emma responds wholeheartedly. Their kiss lasts a few minutes, a clash of teeth and a tangle of tongues before softening, their tongues lingering with the taste of the other, their lips memorising the press of supple flesh.

"Are you happy?" Emma asks, left hand buried in his hair, eyes fixed to his.

"Emma, I am the happiest man alive to not just have you and Henry in my life, but this little one too." he says, pulling her back into his side. "There are truly no words to describe my happiness."

Emma smiles brightly and kisses him again, more than relieved that Killian is happy with this turn of events.

They spend the rest of the night cuddled tightly together, Emma against his side and his hand resting on her stomach, keeping their unborn child safe.

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