Hi! So, I have the next chapter for you! It's adorable, if short. I just... I can't deal with all of the feels I'm giving myself. I mean, true, it took me watching Pride and Prejudice to finish this chapter, but I did it! Here you go!

Chapter 25

The silence was broken by Killian asking: "That's our babies? They look more like the Loch Ness Monster."

Emma started laughing and hit him on the arm.

"God." She said. "Can you go two minutes without saying something offensive?"

"Probably not. I mean, I could. But it wouldn't be as much fun." He shrugged. "I'm just kidding, lass."

"I know." Emma sighed. "Look at them." She turned her attention back to the screen.

"I can tell the gender, if you want to know." The doctor piped up, and Emma couldn't resist nodding. She just wanted to see if her mother's necklace was anything other than hype or excitement or something.

"Well, there are twins. And one looks like a girl and one looks like a boy. One of each." The doctor said, and Emma was ecstatic.

"Wow… She was right." Emma whispered so quietly almost no one could hear it. "Thank you." Emma said to the doctor.

"You're welcome." She smiled. "Now, they look healthy. Would you like to get a picture?"

"No." Emma and Killian answered in unison. That was just… well it was weird, in her opinion. To have a picture of a baby before it is a baby just seemed wrong for some reason. Plus, she didn't really want to have to explain it to her parents.

"In that case, you're good to go." The doctor said, and Emma stood up quickly before almost falling back over. The world went spinning all around her, and she sat back down for a second. Killian was immediately concerned, but the doctor just looked normal and said: "That'll happen. Her blood pressure is low, but it is supposed to be. Don't worry about it."

"Are you okay, Swan?" He asked, and Emma nodded. She didn't want him to worry about her when he didn't have to.

"I'm fine, listen to the doctor and don't worry." She tried to reassure him, and stood up. They walked out of the hospital, and back to her apartment. But he was gripping her hand really tightly, like she was made of china or something.

"I think you're cutting off circulation to my fingers." Emma pointed out, noticing that the top of her pinky had a purple-ish shade to it.

"Just in case, love." He said, and Emma rolled her eyes.

"Remember, I'm the same girl who yanked you out of an exploding cave. I can handle some dizziness." Emma reminded him. "Why don't you go back to the ship? I can take care of myself."

"Fine. But there's something I want to show you there." He said and started pulling her towards the Jolly Roger.

"Is it important?" Emma asked. "Because David might want to get off my shift, or-"

"Very important, Emma." Killian said and smiled mysteriously.

Emma wondered what exactly he was going to show her. She knows the ship like the back of her hand, having been on it for so long in Neverland. Honestly, sometimes she thought that she knew it better than the captain. There wasn't much to become familiar with. It was a big ship, but almost the entire bottom half of the hull was used for storage. Everything from gold to – you guessed it – rum.

"Okay." She shrugged and followed him back to The Jolly Roger.

From a distance, it didn't look any different. Even as she was standing on the deck, it nothing stood out to Emma. But then she started to look around, and saw all the quarters that she and her family had stayed in while they were sailing to Neverland. She was going to step in, just for nostalgia's sake. She remembered the last time she'd been in there, with Mary-Margaret trying to get information out of her. She was crying over Neal, she remembered.

She looked down at her swelling stomach and thought about just how much everything had changed.

The rooms were stripped bare when they had left, so she didn't expect to find anything. She was dead wrong, and she knew it the second that she stepped through the door of the room she had slept in.

In the middle of the room, there were two hand-built cribs standing empty. The wood was smooth, and it had better workmanship than professional ones she had seen. She stared at them in shock, a small smile on her face. Her pirate had made these with his one hand. Emma could barely hammer in a nail with both hands, let alone make something like these. She looked at the base of the cribs, which had little carvings in them of ocean waves, and a ship that sailed across them.

"Do you like it?" Emma heard Killian ask behind her.

"What do you think?" She asked, and turned to face him. "How did you even do this? I can barely make a smoothie!"

"With a lot of patience, love." He said.

"These kids will only have the best." Emma said to herself, but Killian heard.

"Cribs?" He asked.

"Parents." Emma clarified.

A/N: See, see! Isn't it cute? The last line is my favorite, usually like always. What was your favorite part? Tell me in reviews!