Prompt: Emma is very pregnant and uncomfortable. Killian try his better to help her. Thanks
"Killian! Killian, I need help!" Emma bellowed from there bedroom. The sound of thundering footsteps coming down the hallway was a sign that he heard her.
"Is everything okay? The baby…"
"Is fine. I just can't sit up." Emma said, on the verge of tears. Killian walked over to the other side of the bed, doing his best not to smile. Being almost eight and half months pregnant, Emma was anything but comfortable. Between running into thing was her huge belly, swollen ankles, hormones bouncing all over the place, and the baby thinking her bladder is a soccer ball, she was more then ready to meet there little one.
"Don't laugh at me." Emma said, with a pout.
"I'm not love." Killian told her, grabbing her hand and lifting her to her feet. "You're beautiful."
"No I'm not. I'm fat."
"You're with child. And even if you was truly fat, I would still find you breath taking." Killian said, turning her so she could see herself in the mirror.
"I'm disgusting. I mean, look at me." Emma said, she hadn't even brushed her hair yet.
"You're gorgeous." Killian said, placing a small kiss on the crook of her neck and a hand on her very swollen stomach. He gave her a smile when he felt the baby kick under his hand. "See, even our child agrees with me."
"You'll do anything to make me feel better?" Emma said, turning in his arms and putting her arms around his neck.
"I love to see you smile."
"I love that about you."
"I love you." Killian said, it amazed Emma that every time he said it, it made her heart speed up even after all this time.
"I love you, too." Emma told him, pulling him in for a kiss.