When they first found out Emma was pregnant, Killian was ecstatic. They had talked about having children a time or two, but the pregnancy was pretty much a surprise. Despite that, they were excited all the same.

It did not take long, however, for Emma to remember the downsides of being pregnant. No coffee, she had to get more rest, and no alcohol.

Emma had never been an avid, but her husband on the other hand had an affinity for rum. She would often take a swig from his flask or he would pour a bit of the liquid into her hot chocolate when they spent nights together alone, wrapped up on the couch watching movies and talking.

One night, a few weeks after they found out about the baby, that was the situation she found herself in. Henry was spending the night with Regina, leaving Emma and Killian alone in the big house for the night. They were settling down for a comfortable night in when Emma notified Killian of her new diet change.

He was about to pour a pit of his rum into their hot chocolates when she said, "No thanks, babe."

His eyebrow shot up in question. "Why, love, you love rum in your drink. Are you feeling ill?"

The concern that he showed for her made her heart swell. "No, I'm fine. But I can't have alcohol while I'm pregnant. It's bad for the baby."

Killian nodded and placed the cap back onto his flask, before going to the garbage can and dropping it in.

"What are you doing?" Emma questioned.

"Well, if you must abstain from rum, so shall I." He stated casually as he returned to where their mugs were.

"Killian, you can still drink it." Emma explained. "I just can't because it affects the baby's development."

"I know, love. But if you must give it up for the child, I will do it with you."

Emma let out a little laugh. "You sure, pirate? It's a lot easier said than done? Especially for someone who has basically been living on rum for the past two hundred years."

He moved towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. "Why, Swan, you wound me. You have so little faith in me."

"I believe in you. I just know how much you love your rum."

"Not as much as I love you, Swan."

Emma leaned back to see his face. "Okay, mister. No rum until the baby is born."

"I've told you before, lass. I love a challenge."

Somehow, by some strange force, Killian was better at staying away from alcohol than Emma. There were many days that she would almost forget the she was pregnant (how she did not know because there was a huge bump at her stomach) and would almost indulge in the liquid. Killian, however, had not slipped once. He took all of the rum that he had in the house onto the ship for safekeeping so that neither he nor Emma would be tempted.

At dinners with her parents, he would let them know that he and Emma would not be drinking.

He subtly encouraged David to take the majority of the calls that the sheriff station received from the Rabbit Hole. Not that Emma could complain though. Not having to deal with a drunken Leroy was a plus for her.

In fact, Killian had been a perfect gentleman throughout the duration of her pregnancy. Almost to a fault. When the hormones set in, she would get frustrated that he was so good at staying away from all of the foods that were bad for pregnant mothers while she, who had been pregnant before, often found herself struggling.

In those moments, when the mood swings would take their toll, he would just calmly remind her that all they were giving up would be worth it when they held their child for the first time.

And he was right.

(Of course he was right. He was always right. Not that Emma would ever admit that.)

When they first held their little Evie, their small bundle of joy, the months of not having her favorite foods and drinks was the farthest thing from her mind. All she could focus on what the little girl in her arms.

And when Killian proudly stated that this was a moment worth celebrating, she could not deny him a swig from his flask, even though she still would not be able to have a sip until she was done breastfeeding.

Besides, who was she to separate a man and his rum?

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