Hey, so I know it's later than usual, but I'm working on something... A BOOK! I'm SO CLOSE... Literally typing the last ten pages. And you're all going to hate me, because I have terrible news at the end of the chapter. But enjoy the chapter! If you can infer things, you'll know the gender of Emma's baby(or babies) :).

Chapter 21

Emma walked into the station and realized that she should probably look up what she was and wasn't allowed to eat. She pulled out her computer and googled what can pregnant women eat and drink?

She was shocked by the answer.

Okay. Emma thought, shocked at the extremely long list. So I can't eat or drink eggs, juice that isn't pasteurized, some fish, and I have to heat up my sandwich if it has deli meat in it. Why would I want a sandwich withwarm meat in it? I mean, why can't I just eat a burger?

Emma kept reading and saw that she should only have some coffee.

Some? Emma thought, glancing at the to-go cup that was her lifeblood. How much is some?

Emma took one sip and promptly threw it away. She wasn't going to risk this baby, no matter picky it happened to be. Her stomach growled, and Emma grabbed an apple from a basket she started keeping on her desk. She seemed to be constantly hungry, she decided that maybe she should start keeping snacks on her desk so she didn't have to always get up to get something to eat.

She took a bite of the apple and realized something that almost made her start laughing. Her mother's story that was edited for children was about the apple getting stuck in her throat. Emma put the apple down and pulled out a case file. Nothing serious, a small-scale robbery, and she just couldn't get herself into it. She kept thinking about the baby, no matter how much she tried to do anything else. She wasn't sure what she wanted, a boy or a girl.

Emma hoped more than anything that the child got Killian's eyes. His bright blue eyes that she could never stop staring at. She hoped that the child had some of her, but not too much. She was dull in comparison to Killian.

At lunchtime, Emma came to terms with the fact that there was nothing getting done and she might as well be at home. She locked up the station and walked home, pretty confident that Storybrook wouldn't burn down in five hours.

Emma went to the apartment and pushed the door open to see that it was empty. She immediately went to the fridge and made herself a sandwich. She reached for the ham before remembering.

Right. Emma sighed. Only heated deli meat.

She just decided that she would peanut butter and jelly. The website said nothing bad about that, so what the hell? True, she felt like a little kid, but whatever. Emma was suddenly tired, so she went to her room to take a nap. But, of course, as soon as her head hit the pillow she couldn't shut her eyes. She was in little kid mode, taking naps and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. What to do now?

Emma got the stupid idea of something she could never do as a kid. But she had the opportunity now. Go through her mother's jewelry.

Now, Mary-Margaret was never a necklace person, so Emma didn't expect to find much. So, when there was nothing obvious, Emma wasn't disappointed. But, Emma was persistent, and found a jewelry box. In the little sterling silver jewelry box that Emma had never seen, she found one single necklace. It seemed very old, and definitely not from Emma's land. From the Enchanted Forest. The chain seemed snapped, so Emma held it over her palm to make sure it didn't drop. The pendant started swinging on its own. Emma was so shocked that she almost dropped it. It must've had magic. She almost put it back, but she stared at it in shock for a second. What was it doing?

It swung across her palm up to down, and then left to right, like a conductor instructing a band. And it kept a steady rhythm, as if trying to tell her a message that she couldn't hear in a language that she didn't know. Emma very gently laid the necklace back in the box, and promptly left back to the living room.

Emma sat there in silence for a while, trying to comprehend what had just happened. The pendant on the necklace started swinging on its own. Like, what was this? Paranormal Activity Six: Storybrook? No, there had to be some kind of reasonable explanation. Like, maybe Emma's hand had been shaking, and she had just freaked out and turned nothing into something huge. And she couldn't exactly ask Mary-Margaret without admitting that she had gone through her jewelry box. And Emma sensed that it was really important to her mother, that was the reason that it was the only jewelry that she owned here. She probably didn't want Emma to go through her stuff, anyway.

Emma tried to busy herself in the world of the internet, but nothing seemed that amusing to her. She couldn't distract herself. If all she thought about was the baby, then this was going to be a long nine months. Emma decided that it was time to visit Killian. She hadn't seen him in two weeks because of the business and… it was just time to pay him a visit.

She locked the apartment and walked out into the rain, and realized that she might have to run to the ship in order to not get soaked.

Emma started sprinting, grateful that everyone was in work. If anyone knew she was cutting work to see Killian, they would have her head. And since she lived in a world of fairytale characters, they might be entirely serious.

She didn't see him on the deck, so she ran up the ramp and knocked on his cabin door. He immediately answered and ushered her in.

"To what do I owe the visit, Princess?" Killian asked, and Emma rolled her eyes. He would never stop calling her Princess as long as he lived. It bugged her too much.

"Just got off work, thought I'd drop by." Emma smiled, and she hugged him. "But I need to know something."

"What?" Killian asked.

"How did my dad react when he saw you?" Emma asked. Killian didn't seem physically hurt and his ego didn't seem injured, so what kept him away from her lately?

"Well, first your father announced that he was going to kill me and then came charging at me with a sword. I disarmed the sword and Henry took it away and ran up to the crow's nest. Then David started trying to choke me. I think he took it quite well." Killian smirked. Emma's eyes went wide. Her dad chocked Killian? Henry was in the crow's nest? What?

"Henry was in the crow's nest?" Emma asked in shock. "He could've fallen and died!"

"I was a little busy staying alive myself to worry about that." Killian said. "I have him to thank, though. Him taking the sword let me get my little speech in."

"What speech?" Emma asked. Killian was good with words, but it was usually sarcasm.

"About how much I love you and how David isn't scaring me away." Killian said and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Emma smiled.

"You better not be going anywhere." Emma said. "I'll just have to track you down somehow." Emma used Killian's words from their first morning after the bird-hunter night. Emma then looked really closely at his eyes, and noticed there were dark circles under them. They didn't away from his eyes' beauty, but it was just different.

"You haven't been sleeping?" Emma guessed, and Killian shook his head. "Well, I haven't been sleeping well, either. Little one is taking all of my energy."

"Do you think you know what it is?" Killian asked, and Emma shrugged.

"I'd have to get an ultrasound, I guess." Emma said, and Killian cocked his head confused. "It's this thing where… You know, you'll just have to come along. But anyway, you see the baby before it's born."

"Alright, but no swords." Killian said, and Emma nodded.

"Well, you already beat my dad once." Emma pointed out. There was silence, and Emma just had to ask. "Where were you for the last two weeks?"

"I was here. Lass, I figured the crowd needed to thin out before I could come in." Killian said, and Emma sighed but agreed. She still was getting bombarded, and Killian already wasn't widely popular. Maybe it was better for him to stay on the ship for a while until she was further along. It would give people more time to accept it. Let it become yesterday's news. Then, Killian could enter the scene.

"I missed you." Emma admitted. She'd sat alone for two weeks thinking nothing of except that maybe Killian had left. She was almost in tears at that point. Life without Killian was unthinkable. But now that she knew what he was thinking, she understood his point of view. He wanted to fly under the radar for a while. Emma wished she could do that right about now.

A/N: SO, HAVE YOU ALL COME TO A CONCLUSION ABOUT THE BABY (OR BABIES)? Give me your best guess in reviews! And I got a lot of comments that pregnant women shouldn't drink coffee, and I'll admit that I wrote the last chapter before I looked anything up... Stupid me. I'll do my research next time, promise. But here is the terrible news: I will be going to camp for three weeks and I can't bring my computer and even if I could I wouldn't have internet connection. So, keep a look out for alerts because I will see you all in three weeks at least. That's right, no updates for three weeks. *shys away from screaming crowd* Please don't track me down and come to my camp with pitchforks and force me to write! I'm sorry, really I am. But I'll see you all in three weeks!