A/N: So, I have a surprise for you folks - there will be another chapter before the epilogue. I was unable to write everything I had planned in this one, so I had to split it up. At the very end of the chapter, you'll get a peek of what's to come in the next part.

Thank you to my wonderful friend, Lydia for looking it over!

Hope you all enjoy!


"We are ready for the IUI you had mentioned before, or whatever it takes. Just let us know what we need to do."

David was optimistic, and Killian really liked that about him. He and Mary Margaret really did make the perfect couple. Killian could sense they were both nervous, but at the same time they were holding hands and smiling at each other, prepared for anything.

Killian stood from his desk, clearing his throat. His demeanor was very serious as he held the results of Mary Margaret's test in his hands. He knew exactly what the results would be as soon as he laid eyes on her that morning. He just wanted to have physical proof before he said anything.

Killian walked to the window, the features of his face never relaxing as he glanced out the window. It was a warm, sunny afternoon in spring, and although he had many reasons to be happy, the fate of his career was in the hands of the medical board and they would soon be making their decision about Killian's future at the clinic.

He had come to them shortly after he'd watched Emma and her son drive off into the sunset and out of his life, explaining the romantic relationship that had developed between him and his former patient.

But Killian couldn't think about that right now.

Turning to face the Nolan couple, he sat on the edge of his desk as they awaited answers.

"I'm afraid unnatural methods to conceive will be unnecessary at this point."

Concern replaced their cheerful faces as they glanced at each other before averting their gazes to Killian. "Wh—why not?" Mary Margaret asked in confusion.

Killian didn't want, nor did he have the heart to keep them in suspense any longer, so a slow smile crept across his lips. "Because Mary Margaret, you are already pregnant. You don't need my help."

Both of their faces were stunned with disbelief and at first they stared blankly at him, unable to blink before their features transformed and they both looked at one another with gushing smiles. "Really? We're having a baby?!"

Killian nodded. "Aye. You are."

It had been approximately three months since the two of them had went on their vacation in Paris, which meant that either his plan had worked and the vacation really helped them relax even after they left, or they were able to still get pregnant, even with all the stress of their regular, hectic lives, which they constantly carried on their shoulders

"Congratulations to both of you."

"Thank you, doctor!" The two of them bolted from their chairs and hugged each other excitedly.

Killian smiled weakly, his eyes hooded and stormy as he thought about what it would be like to be in their position. He thought about how ecstatic he would be if he and Emma were together and he had received the news that they were having a baby, giving Ian a wee brother or sister.

Still, he was happy for the Nolans. And he was glad they didn't have to resort to other methods, although he would've been happy to help if it had come to that. He wanted to help couples who couldn't get pregnant naturally, or single woman who had no intentions to be with a man get pregnant. But he feared his dream of opening a fertility clinic had crashed and burned when he went to the board about Emma.

"Thank you so much, Killian!" To his surprise, both of them pulled him in for a hug thanking him several times before they left the clinic.

A week later, a long, deep and exasperated breath of relief escaped Killian's lips as he drove out of the clinic parking lot. It was a sigh that released everything he had felt that day—all of the trials and tribulations he had faced. The Medical Board hearing was a nightmare. At least everything leading up to it was. He had been nervous for months, but when he woke that morning he'd been a complete and utter wreck, his voice was shaky whenever he had to communicate with the staff, he kept staring at the clock, hoping the hands would begin turning viciously until it was finally the end of the day, and he was trying not to think about the results that might possibly end his career but it was extremely difficult. But alas, it ended up being cancelled. Instead, Killian received a letter.

He was expecting the worst when he carefully scanned the documents that could possibly hold the future in his hands. His heart was racing and he felt like he was suffocating; he could barely breathe, and as he read the words on the page, Killian grew more and more nervous.

"As you know, Dr. Jones, any romantic relations involving a patient is strictly forbidden. You also know we performed an investigation, speaking with the other doctors, interviewing your patients and observing the way you document, how you administer prescriptions and how you interact with your patients overall."

Killian read that many of his patients were very adamant and insisted they would leave Storybrooke if he were no longer their OBGYN. They gave the board detailed stories and examples of how Killian had helped them and treated him. He shouldn't really be surprised, but he was glad his patients were honest and willing to stand up for him.

"There is one in particular who expressed her deepest affections for her doctor, and permitted her statement to be included in this letter."

Killian switched to the next page, which held the statement and began reading.

"When I came to this town, I was lost and broken with nowhere to go—nowhere to call home. Not only did Dr. Jones show me the warmness and respect I had never seen before, he showed me what it was like to trust again. I trusted him more than I've ever trusted anyone. And he gave me the hope and knowledge to be able to raise my baby to the best of my abilities. Before I came to Storybrooke, I was a beaten and battered woman covered in bruises, but Dr. Jones, among many of the other citizens in this town, treated me like a human being, a friend, like someone who mattered."

A smile broke over Kilian's lips. He knew exactly who spoke those beautiful, sincere words.

"I was once a victim of domestic violence in a town where I was treated like used garbage, but Dr. Killian Jones has proved to me that there are still kind and loving men in this world, and today… today I am a strong, independent mother with only scars of the past and a bright, hopeful future ahead of both me and my son because of him. He is the most respectful and caring man I've ever known, and if he were no longer a doctor in this town or anywhere else, if he were no longer able to do what he loves—to give soon-to-be mothers the hope and courage they need to give birth and raise their babies, then it would be a travesty not only to all females that could've been under his care, but to Storybrooke and its future."

When Killian finished reading the statement, he was so touched; his eyes started swelling with tears. But at the same time, he was in suspense. Did the board believe Emma since she was the one he was dating? Would her background put him in deeper trouble? Killian's mind was reeling with every possibility as he read on, and when he reached the end of letter, he had to blink a few times to make sure he was reading it correctly.

"Dr. Jones, we were so impressed by the results, not only will we not suspend your license or put you on probation, we have made a decision to fund your fertility clinic."

Killian was still in shock, but he was grateful. He really should've known Emma would show up to provide her testimony to help him, but he only wished he would have seen her, even if he could only see her face or hear her voice. It had been four grueling and tedious months without her.

He thought about her and Ian every second of the day, hoping they were okay, and hoping they were safe and happy.

Mary Margaret frequently offered updates when she spoke to her over the phone, and according to Emma's statement, they were safe and happy, and even though he'd felt a wave of relief wash over him every time this was verbally confirmed, he ached for actual proof. The kind Nolan woman had informed him that Emma was seeing a therapist and joined a support group for victims of domestic abuse, she had overcome the fear of leaving Ian at daycare when it was unavoidable, she was taking online courses at home and talked about joining the police academy so she could track down pieces of scum like Neal and have the satisfaction of throwing them in jail. Overall Emma and Ian were doing okay, and Killian was somehow able to breathe by this knowledge, he found himself actually sleeping at night but, still, he missed the bloody hell out of them.

Killian was swimming in a sea of thoughts as he drove home, thinking about the possibility of taking a long jog while still trying to process the outcome of the letter. He was overjoyed, but at the same time, it all felt surreal.

As Killian rolled through town, he didn't think he was speeding, or at all driving reckless; he kept his weary eyes on the road and stopped at every red light, but for some reason when he turned onto a back road, he saw red and blue lights flashing behind him and heard the sound of the annoying siren. He was cursing under his breath, utterly confused and irritated as he pulled over to the side. Did that bloody pain in the arse have nothing better to do than pull him over because he still wasn't over the fact that Killian had been dating Emma? It was obvious that Graham was trying to be cool or show him up because he was temporarily the town Sheriff and riding August's motorcycle instead of his usual police vehicle.

When the roar of the motorcycle died, Killian peered into the rear-view mirror watching as the authority figure in uniform and a motorcycle helmet climbed off the bike.

Grabbing his license and registration from the glove compartment Killian rolled down the window, hearing the footsteps on the pavement. When the officer approached, Killian was certainly intending on giving the Irish bloke a piece of his mind.

"Is there a problem, officer?" There was bitterness in Killian's tone, vexation embedded in his features and his gaze was glued to the steering wheel; he was avoiding eye contact and was prepared to give the man hell as the helmet was being pulled off. Killian's proffered documents were being slipped from his hand when he heard the spoken words in his ear that, to his surprise, lacked the certain Irish accent he was expecting.

"That's Deputy to you, and yes , actually there is a problem…"

Killian's breath caught in his throat at the voice.

"…you are far too handsome for your own good, so I'm gonna have to put you in handcuffs and bring you to my room so I can lock you up."

A wide grin overtook his lips as he looked over, quirking a brow.

Standing there in her uniform, Emma was even more stunning than he'd remembered. Her hair was shorter, falling just above her shoulders in loose curls, but he had never seen someone who possessed such beauty as Emma Swan.

"Is that so?" Killian asked curiously as he moved to open the door.

Emma actually giggled, stepping back to give him room to step out of his car. "On second thought, my room is currently at Mary Margaret's, so it may not be such a great idea." A big smile was blooming over her lips and her cheeks were pink and swollen, her eyes bright and vibrant. Killian could tell straight away she was different. There was a certain vibe illuminating from her. His heart didn't ache staring into her emerald depths. Instead his heart was warmed, exploding with joy. She was like the sun—shiny and bright—and even though it had been merely two seconds since she'd stepped into his life again, she already lit up his world.

Killian's eyes were locked on hers, and as soon as he shut the car door behind him, Emma quite literally jumped into his arms, and Killian instinctively caught her as she wrapped her legs around his hips, her lips crashing into his in an unexpected, but pleasant collision that had him responding instantly. A groan tore from his throat; he was flooded with happiness and all of the things he felt for her as he turned her around, walking to the trunk of his car and placing her atop of it without breaking their kiss. It was heated, full of fire and everything they couldn't possibly say in words, and his heart was pounding erratically, craving for more.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer, tilting his head and slipping his tongue into her mouth, indulging in the taste of hers. As he breathed her in, it felt so surreal to finally… finally be holding her again, to kiss her, to taste her. For a moment, he thought he must be dreaming, and if he were, he didn't ever want to wake up. Emma was carding her hands through his hair and tugging him closer as he gently drew in her bottom lip with his teeth and delightfully swallowed a delicate moan from her mouth.

After four months of feeling like he was detached from a vital limb—like there was a huge part of him missing—he never wanted to let her go, but he feared if they kept kissing like this, things were inevitably going to spiral out of control and they would end up making love on top of his car, or in it (and yes, he even mused the seat of her motorcycle as a possibility as well).

Their lips reluctantly broke apart, but they were still clinging onto one another—her fingers curled around the lapels of his shirt and his hands were cupping her cheeks—shallow pants leaving them as they rested their foreheads against each other for some sort of support. Killian was still out of breath as he managed to speak, his words completely shattered. "Gods I've missed you."

Emma's eyes were clouded with something undeniable—the love she still held for him. It was the most obvious thing in the world—even though they'd been apart for months without so much as speaking—that the love between them was burning more than ever, and it was stronger and fiercer than the depths of hell. "I missed you too. Ian and I… we never stopped missing you."

Killian's heart fluttered at hearing about her son. "Ian… how is the little lad? How are you?"

"He's fine. We're both fine…"

A smile took over Killian's face and he nodded slightly, his forehead still attached to hers. "That's good to know, love."

"But I came back because we…we were missing something."

Killian pulled away and he took both of her hands into his. "And what was that?"

A small smirk curved the corner of her lips, her eyes burning into his stormy depths. "Don't you know, Killian? It was you. We wanted to be a family again."

Killian's heart jumped at the wonderful. He should've known, but he didn't want to assume anything. He was just happy to be with her again.

"Mary Margaret called me a couple of months ago and told me what happened to August after I left and how he wanted to go work with his father in his woodshop and make use of his hands since he only has one leg."

"Aye, that makes sense." The damage in August's leg had been too severe to save so it had to be amputated, obviously making it impossible for him to chase down criminals.

"She told me Graham was running as Sheriff and was seeking a Deputy to take his place. At first, the idea never occurred to me, but then Graham called me out of the blue one day, offering me the job, saying that Mary Margaret told him I was considering the idea of going to a police academy. By that time, I desperately wanted to come back home and I could tell Ian missed you too…" Emma's eyes were shining with unshed tears, her lips trembling as she tried to hold them back, "because I had a picture of you on the end table in my apartment, and whenever I picked it up and showed it to him, he got all excited and pointed at your photo, squealing with joy."

They both laughed, and Killian could also feel the threat of tears.

"And I'm pretty sure if he could speak yet, he probably would've called you Papa." A tear finally escaped her eye and she quickly wiped it with her hand. "But whenever I took the photo away and set it back on the table, he would start crying and it broke my heart every time. So after some serious consideration, I thought this job would be the perfect opportunity. I wouldn't have to settle as a waitress and I could do something I feel good about. And I had already planned on coming to Storybrooke because Mary Margaret told me what was going on. She told me you went to the board and that your patients would be interviewed so I had to come. I had to make sure your future wasn't ruined because of our decision to be together."

Killian grinned proudly at that. Emma really had grown. She didn't put herself down or blame herself, and instead she considered them as a pair who made a conscious choice, willing to reap the outcome together.

"Thank you, Emma… for—for what you said… it was…"

"It was true. Every word," she assured. "I just spoke from my heart."

"I know, love. And I know how difficult it must have been."

"For you, I'd do it a million times over again."

His heart soared as Emma gazed at him with a warmth he had craved so badly every second she wasn't there to grace him with her presence. He was so glad Emma was staying and he was so glad they would get to be a family again, but suddenly he found himself at a loss with what to do next. They hadn't spoken in four months, so did they continue their relationship like there had been no time at all, or did they start fresh?

Killian was suddenly nervous, scratching behind his ear when Emma looked at him, appearing to be reading his thoughts.

"So what now?" she asked skittishly, gnawing on her bottom lip in contemplation.

"Well, um…" At first he thought they could just pick up where they left off, but then it occurred to him that he didn't want to go back to the way things were. They had to hide their relationship from the public, and Emma had been too racked with fear when Neal had been a threat; they barely had the chance to actually enjoy their relationship, and he didn't want to go back to that. He wanted them to be better and stronger than what they were before. "How about after you're done working, I take you out for a coffee and we can catch up properly?" he suggested, looking around them as they were still perched on the side of the road and surrounded by the public eye. "The side of the road doesn't seem like the best place."

Emma laughed in agreement, her cheeks flushing with a pleasant shade of pink. "Yeah, you're correct. Plus I don't wish to lose my job the first week by flirting with a doctor I just pulled over for being too handsome."

Killian blushed, smiling bashfully. "And perhaps taking me back to your room in handcuffs is a tad hasty after being reunited. Maybe we could take one step at a time?"

Emma nodded and grinned in relief. "Yes, that would be great."


"Emma, you look so beautiful! I'm so happy for you!"

She blushed at Mary Margaret's words, and smiled as her two friends eyed her up and down with dropped jaws, observing the clean white gown which fell mid-thigh and swayed when Emma moved. It had a sweetheart neckline with spaghetti straps, and the midsection of the dress divided the top and the skirt with sheer lace, showing off her slim stomach. And she was wearing high heels and the bracelet Killian had given her for Christmas.

"She's drop dead gorgeous," Ruby added. "Killian's eyes are going to pop out of his head. I'm just wondering how long you'll be wearing it before it's on his bedroom floor. It's such a shame though, because it's areally nice dress."

Ruby's words did not help with the heat overtaking her face. In fact, Ruby made it worse and Emma knew her cheeks were as red as a tomato. Not only that, but her stomach was full of butterflies. This was really the first time she'd worn a dress since she'd given birth to Ian, but still, she'd been with Killian for five months before she'd left, Emma had shared her life story with him, lived with him, made love to him, raised her baby with him, so why on earth was she so goddamn nervous?

"Have we mentioned we're happy to have you back?!" Mary Margaret had been bouncing off the walls the second Emma came through the loft door. "And I'm so excited you're going on a date with Killian. According to Ruby, he's been broody without you."

Ruby shrugged. "What? He was. You should've seen him moping around the hospital like a lost puppy dog."

Mary Margaret's eyes widened with chagrin and she swatted her friend's shoulder. "Ruby, Emma feels bad as it is; she doesn't need more of a reminder."

Yes, Emma did feel a pang of guilt for leaving, but really she knew that taking time for herself and her son was much needed. She hadn't been a burden to anyone, she spent a lot of time surrounded by people who understood what she was going through and she was able to look in the mirror and see someone who didn't let a man control her or manipulate her. Someone she could be proud of. Someone who had wanted to give her son the life she never had as a child.

Boston had been a temporary escape, and the people there were not as nice as the citizens of Storybook, but she didn't regret her time there. And she was still treated with respect. She'd met some wonderful people and shared some heart wrenching stories, she enjoyed the convenience of taking classes online and enjoyed her small apartment with just her and her happy, bubbly baby boy, but her path of rediscovery made her realize how much none of those people or experiences could replace her life in Storybrooke, nor could they replace her friends— her family.

So alas, one phone call from the man who put Neal in jail twice was all it took. Emma packed her and Ian's things, hauling them back to Storybrooke before she could even talk herself out of it.

"Hey, it's okay. Really," Emma assured her friends. "I know that I hurt him, but I'm back now, and believe me, I plan on making it up to him."

There was mischief dancing in Ruby's eyes as she grinned at Emma. "Oh, I bet you will. Especially in that outfit. Or even better,without it."

"Not something I care to hear about," David grumbled and sighed as he and his approached them from the kitchen, Ian being carried in James's arms. "But it's really good to have you back."

"Thank you, it's good to be back," she said as both the Nolan brothers kissed her cheek.

Ruby looked at Emma with a smirk, as though she were jealous of Emma's current position.

"Ruby is right. There are many possibilities and ways you could make it up to the man, in that dress," James agreed with an arched brow, a suggestive tone in his voice.

Emma's face was heating up with blush as she rolled her eyes and laughed. "Okay, guys, we're taking it one step at a time."

James frowned at that. "But why? You were both living together and raising Ian."

"Plus it's been five months since you've had sex, right?" Ruby asked. "I mean unless you were seeing someone in Boston."

Emma's eyes blew wide; she was offended by the accusation. "Of course I wasn't. If I wanted or needed a man during that time I would've gone to Killian. He's the only guy for me."

James frowned, appearing to be offended. "And what about me?"

"Yeah, Em, don't we count for anything?" David added.

"Yes, of course you both do. You are both my guys… but I meant sexually and romantically speaking."

"Okay, again thinking maybe this conversation isn't for me," David mumbled and James laughed in amusement.

"Not that I'm opposed Em, but having my face turned inside out by Killian is not one of my life goals. I did teach him how to fight after all."

"Don't worry, I'm not offended," Emma laughed, and at the same time, she glanced between Ruby and James, seeing their heated exchanges. During Emma's time away, Tina couldn't stand the fact that James went with Emma to Boston and would constantly harp on him about it even after he got back, so he broke up with her. Now Emma had a feeling there was something going on between him and Ruby.

"So I'm assuming you're not carrying protection on you?" Ruby asked casually.

Emma raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Why would I be carrying protection?"

"Well, unless you're planning on getting knocked up and giving Ian a brother and sister right away, I think it might be a good idea. Just because you're still breastfeeding, doesn't mean you can't get pregnant. Killian knows this and is definitely prepared; in fact he probably stopped at the drugstore on his way here to pick up some condoms."

Emma's mouth opened, but before she could retort, there was a knock on the door, and she almost jumped in excitement, making her way over to the door to answer it.

Hauling it open, she revealed her gorgeous date who instantly took her breath away. Killian was wearing a red button up shirt, blue jeans and a charming grin that fell open in awe as his eyes roamed down her body, and came back up before moving down once again. His mouth was still agape as he reached her eyes, but he was apparently speechless.

"I take it by your lack of words, you like the dress?" she asked, her voice tickling with amusement.

"Are you kidding, love? You look..." his hand waved up and down as he tried to shake the sheer shock from his face, "There are really no words for how stunning you look in that dress."

"Thank you. I know it's a bit much for a coffee date, but…" she ridiculed her outfit choice, blushing profusely.

"No, it's absolutely perfect," he breathed, a suppressed chuckle leaving his lips as he brought his other hand from behind his back and presented her with a single rose, his cheeks flushing with an adorable shade of pink.

"Wow, we both went all out for a coffee date," Emma laughed, taking the rose.

"Indeed we did," Killian chuckled and stepped into the loft seeing everyone staring at him. "Evening everyone," he greeted warmly.

They all said hello and Mary Margaret took the rose from Emma to put it in a vase. Killian was standing next to her as he pulled his gaze from everyone, whispering in Emma's ear. "They're not all going with us right?"

"Don't worry, they're all just here for moral support," Emma assured him.

Killian sighed in relief and spotted Ian who was in James' arms being gently rocked. His eyes lit up as he went over to say hello to him.

James quickly transferred Ian over to his arms.

"Hey there little lad," Killian murmured in a soothing voice as he cradled Emma's son in his arms. "I've missed you." Big blue eyes were staring up at him, and they were lighter and even brighter than before, but still maintaining the same hue. He placed a kiss on the infant's forehead, and Ian was laughing and bouncing happily as he reached up, his little hands catching Killian's chin in the process.

"I think the guy missed you too," James chuckled, and Emma's eyes were on both Killian and Ian, staring at them in admiration.

"Hey, did you two tell Emma the news?"

Ruby's sudden, blunt question pulled Emma's gaze from Killian and her son, and she looked at Ruby. "What news?"

Mary Margaret's eyes blew wide, her mouth falling open at the unexpected questions.

"Actually we had planned on telling Emma after she had settled in a bit," David replied, a bit irritated with Ruby.

"Tell me what?" Emma questioned again.

Mary Margaret sighed, glaring at her dark-haired friend. "And they say I can't keep a secret."

Ruby shrugged, guilt flashing in her big green eyes. "Oops. Sorry MM. I thought maybe you already told her."

"It's okay. Now is as good a time as any." David couldn't contain the joy he felt, a wide smile crawling across his lips as he took Mary Margaret's hand, both of them glancing at Emma. The Nolan woman was also beaming, and Emma was intrigued, staring at them expectantly.

"A good time for what?"

Mary Margaret exchanged glances with her husband before gazing at Emma, her eyes buzzing with delight. "Emma, I'm pregnant."

Emma's eyes widened, a huge smile taking over her lips. "Oh my gosh, that's wonderful! Congratulations!" She stepped forward, hugging both of them, her stomach full of excitement on top of her already-present nerves.

"And it happened the natural way," David boasted with a smug grin.

"Now, that's something I don't want to hear," James groaned.

David's features fell in confusion. "So Ruby and Emma can talk about her and her boyfriend's sex life but I can't talk about mine?" he asked, pointing between Emma and Killian.

"Exactly. The ladies can talk about sex but you can't," James clarified.

Utterly embarrassed, Emma glanced at Killian seeing the baffled expression, his eyebrow arched in confusion.

"You were talking about our sex life, love?"

"Okay, I think it's time to go." Emma quickly scooped up Ian from Killian's arms, transferred him to Mary Margaret and kissed her son's forehead. "Nighty night Ian. Be good for your auntie and uncle," Emma murmured to her baby boy before trapping Killian's hand in hers and pulling him to the door.

"Wait, Em!" Ruby called out as she hurried over to Emma, causing her to turn around and face the brunette. "I just wanted to wish you a good night." Ruby spoke casually, but there was a rascally undertone in her voice which made Emma very curious. Embracing her in a hug, Ruby whispered in Emma's ear, "Good night Em. You'll be thanking me later." As she squeezed Emma tight, Ruby's hand brushed over the top of her dress, and Emma's brows creased in confusion; she was pretty sure Ruby slipped something into her bra, but she wasn't about to go digging and searching in front of everyone to find it. "Just in case the doc's too much of a gentleman." Ruby pulled away, winking at her.

Emma only tried to shake it off before she grabbed her jacket from the closet, letting Killian help slip her arms into the sleeves.

"Have fun you two," Mary Margaret called out behind them.

"But not too much fun," David added as Killian opened the door for Emma.

"Don't listen to him, Em. Have all the fun you want," was James' suggestion.

"With and without the dress." At Ruby's sly words, Killian was smirking, his cheeks beat read as he looked back at them.

"Good night everyone." Emma was blushing, smiling and rolling her eyes as she scrambled out the loft as quickly as possible, Killian shutting the door behind them.

"I'm so sorry about them," Emma apologized as they walked down the steps.

"No worries, love."

There was a pleasant chill in the air as Killian and Emma walked to his car. He opened the door for her, telling her again how beautiful she looked while blushing and scratching behind his ear; Emma could sense he was just as nervous as she was. Maybe more.

The drive was short. They decided to go to the Nolan's Diner as Killian attempted small chit chat, but there was so much to talk about; neither of them really knew where to begin.

"Ian's gotten so big," Killian finally mustered just as he was parking the car. "But not too big," he corrected himself with an awkward grin. "He's just perfect for his age."

Emma laughed at Killian's adorableness. "I knew what you meant. He's growing like a weed. And you're right; he really is the perfect baby."

Killian went around opening the door for Emma, and as they walked to the diner, there was a really strange tension between them. She didn't know why, but the air around them felt heavy, neither of them really knowing what to say or how to act. And to be honest, Emma just really wanted to kiss him. She was gnawing on her bottom lip, contemplating the idea when Killian suddenly grabbed her, spun her around and pressed her into the building, eliciting a gasp from her mouth as he crushed her lips with his.

She immediately responded, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and tugging to pull him closer. Killian groaned when she found his tongue, his hand sliding down her side, caressing her curves before settling at her hips. Emma breathed him in, indulging in the smell of his spicy cologne, the taste of his tongue, the mind numbing touch of his hands on her body. She never forgot for one second how intoxicating he was, but damn , did she love being reminded.

Killian broke the kiss, tearing his lips away before she was ready for it to end, and they were both left gasping for air. "Apologies, love. That was—I shouldn't have…" The words purled from his mouth in a breathless slur as he pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry. You're just so…" he managed an impish smirk, his eyes dark and hooded as he caressed her cheek. "You're just so goddamn sexy, I couldn't help myself."

Emma's heart fluttered, and to be honest, her smile was a bit smug, but she didn't care. She loved the effect she had on him. She thrived on it. "That's okay," she laughed. "But perhaps we should go in now? Baby steps, remember?"

"Aye. Baby steps." He peeled himself off of her, nodding and taking her hand, both of them trying to catch their breaths and piece themselves back together. Killian looked completely wrecked, his hair was a wild mess from her doing and he looked like he always did after they'd had sex, only less satisfied and more sexually frustrated. Killian's hand was on her back, lingering just above her butt as he walked her to the front of the diner. The tension between them was even more heated, and God , what she wouldn't give to have his hand move a little lower, squeezing her ass, and what she wouldn't give to have Killian's naked body on hers as he moved inside her.

"To hell with baby steps." Emma didn't think about it anymore; she only acted, whipping around and jumping in his arms. He instantly grabbed her as she wrapped her legs around his hips, smashing her lips into his. Turning her around, he smoothly walked her back to his car.

When Killian pulled into the garage, he hurried out of his vehicle and went around, opening the door for her. As soon as Emma emerged, she slammed it shut behind her and grabbed the lapels of his shirt, pulling his mouth to hers with a powerful force that had them both groaning from the collision.

Fire burned in their bellies, lips fused together and tongues plundering frantically as they stumbled around the vehicle, his keys falling to the garage floor during their hurried frenzy to be closer. With movements and fingers that were quick and full of desperation, Emma's jacket was being pulled from her arms and thrown carelessly onto the hood of his car, not long before Killian's joined it.

Bodies and hands were interlocked as Killian's greedy tongue found hers, and he gently pushed her against the garage wall, ripping his lips away. His hot breath was on her skin as he caressed her neck with his soft, swollen lips. Emma moaned in response, dipping her head back, indulging in the sensations he was offering her as he sucked on her pulse point, his hand sliding up her dress and squeezing her butt. Her heart was racing, the anticipation coiled in her belly as he stopped suddenly, leaving a shiver skating down her spine as he lifted his head, meeting her eyes with his.

His blue depths were clouded with desire, love and all of the things he felt for her, and when he spoke, his voice was wrecked; she could barely make out the words. "Are you sure you wanna do this, Emma? Just say the words and I'll take you back to the diner." His question was very sweet and sincere, and she expected this from her affectionate, kind-hearted Killian—she really did—but Emma knew exactly what she wanted, and she wanted it now. She wanted him .

"I want this. I want you ." Both her answer and tone left no room for doubt.

"Good," he rasped, a small smirk playing at his lips as he hoisted her into the air, impaling her against the wall. "I want you so bloody much."

Emma smiled, her eyes sparkling as she met his gaze. Even though she already knew he wanted her—she could see it in his eyes—it still made her heart flutter and left her breathless, the blood rushing through her body so fast it made her dizzy.

With her back against the wall, legs straddling his hips and feet propped up against his Lincoln, she was well positioned to kiss him hard . She grabbed his hair and he lost his fingers in hers as their lips locked, tongues plundering and tasting one another as though their lives depended on it. Emma gently rocked her hips into him, feeling him stiffen through his jeans as he pressed his groin against her center, which was only covered by a pair of thin, lacy panties.

Emma moaned, craving for more contact, but Killian knew . He knew she was enduring the same kind of exquisite torture as he spun them around until she was sitting on top of the jackets that were spread out over the hood of his car. He was standing in between her thighs, his hands wrapped around her, unzipping her dress and Emma was clumsily pulling at the buckle of his belt and undoing it.

As soon as she had his hard, throbbing length in her hand, dripping with precome, Ruby's words creeped into her brain about Emma getting pregnant. "Condom," she mumbled. "We need…" Before she could finish her barely audible sentence, she remembered that Ruby had stealthily slipped something into her bra just in case Killian was too much of a gentleman . Her fingers slid into her bra pulling out a condom, and at the same time, Killian was reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a condom from his wallet. Emma's lustful green eyes widened in surprise, and after the initial shock, they both laughed before Killian cupped her cheeks in his hands, bringing her lips to his for a kiss that quickly grow more heated with every second that passed, spiraling out of control.

Killian unclasped her bra, and as her breasts spilled out, his eyes moved over the swollen flesh, but she could tell he was holding back. He didn't want to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable so he threw the bra aside and gently kissed the valley in between.

Emma's core was aching for this man as she grabbed his shirt and tore through the buttons with a minimal amount of struggle, running her fingers through his chest hair; she'd missed the softness of it under her fingertips, the hardness of his muscles, and how they rippled underneath, but she didn't bother to pull his shirt off. There was simply no time for that.

Emma shoved down her panties, and Killian slid them off her legs, tossing the thin fabric aside. He immediately came back to her, reaching his hand in between them, and started slowly rubbing her clit experimentally to see how she'd react.

"How's that, love?"

"So good," Emma moaned as his slick fingers slid between her folds in soothing circles that made her tremble. "God it's—" She couldn't even finish her sentence; the pleasure was too overwhelming. He slid two fingers inside her, and Emma moaned and braced against his hand, fucking herself on his fingers. "That's… that's good. Fuck ." Emma had been afraid she wouldn't be ready for this when the time came—she was afraid she wouldn't be aroused enough or wet enough—but God, she was. Emma reached out and yanked at his jeans and boxers and he removed his hand from her center to push them all the way down until they were around his ankles.

One of the condoms was tossed, the other was being ripped open and their eyes were locked in a heated gaze as Killian pressed the tip of his cock to her wet folds, letting it coat the velvety head. "Fuck..." They both let the word fall from their lips in anticipation as Emma rolled the condom down his length, feeling the hard muscle, the skin stretching underneath the latex as he grew bigger from her touch. She stroked him gently in her hand, realizing how much she'd missed his perfect dick. Emma spread wide for him as she clutched onto his biceps, allowing him to step closer, his knees hitting the car. Killian groaned, grabbing her butt and bringing her body closer to the edge.

He took his shaft in his hand, letting it kiss her entrance as he studied her face to make sure she wasn't in pain—to make sure she still wanted this—but Emma's face was flushed and her mouth was parted, eyes glowing with arousal.

"Killian," she begged, and he eagerly adhered to her request.

They moved slowly at first, and Emma winced, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body as he sank into her folds, her hands fisting his shirt so he wouldn't pull away.

"You alright Sweetness?" His words were shaky, laced with concern, but his eyes were painted with lust as he proceeded to move inside her.

Emma quickly nodded. "Yes, more than alright. Keep going."

And he did. He never stopped moving inside her—never stopped stretching her slowly and carefully, small gasps leaving their lips as their eyes stayed glued to one another. Emma's body may not have been the same as it was before, but she was still tight for him and it was still good , just different. "So good," she moaned out. "How is it—how is for you?"

"Oh gods—it's—you feel bloody amazing," Killian groaned, and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he grabbed both of her ass cheeks in his firm hands, forcing her closer by her butt with every thrust. He went slow and deep, and as his movements increased, so did the pleasure. She felt the car rock gently underneath, but neither of them cared. They were both so relieved and so happy to be together again—even if they needed to express their emotions with delightful, mindless sex first.

Needless to say, it was even better than she thought it would be. It was a bit painful but it was like being deflowered, only so much better because this time she was with Killian. But then one of her fears became reality—her nipples started leaking milk, and as Killian rocked into her, pressing his body into hers, the lactate dripped onto his chest, and Emma's eyes widened in horror.

Killian saw her reaction and looked down at himself and then back up again, a throaty chuckle leaving his throat as he cupped her cheeks in her hands to soothe her nerves. "Relax, sweetheart; you don't think I expected this?"

"Right," Emma breathed. She's having sex with an OBGYN. Of course he expected this. But still, it didn't make it any less embarrassing.

"Hey, I really don't mind it," he confessed sincerely. "I've always found breastmilk to be rather fascinating."

"Yeah, but you've probably never had it all over you," Emma pointed out, although it was hard to be uncomfortable when her boyfriend's cock just felt too damn good at the moment.

"No, but I'm far from being in a position to complain," he reminded, lifting a ridiculously sultry brow and grabbing her hips as he gave her several more gentle thrusts.

Emma moaned, deciding it was just pointless to care about a little spilled milk. Killian lowered his head, tenderly kissing her swollen breasts, her fingers combing through his hair. She could tell his curiosity was highly peaked as he pressed his lips to her warm skin, leaving a trail of affectionate kisses along the curves, her pink gems tempting his tongue. Emma was enjoying the delicate treatment as he glimpsed up at her face, meeting her eyes and asking a question she didn't expect.

"May I taste you, love?"

Her eyebrows weaved together and she was surprised by his request. "You really want to?" She didn't think anyone would want anything to do with her breast milk besides her son, but the way Killian was looking at her with hungry eyes, ready to devour anything she offered him, she knew he was sincere about the question.

"Aye. I want all of you Emma. I love all of you. And as much as I know about breast milk—as much as I know how healthy it is for your baby, I'm rather curious about how it tastes. I'll be gentle, I promise."

Emma nodded warily; she didn't have the heart to deny his request. "Okay."

Killian licked his lips and she was a little nervous to be honest. After her son had ruined her breasts from feeding on them the last five months, the thought of a man sucking on them or even touching them had been painful to merely think about.

All of her worries melted away when Killian delicately drew her nipple into his mouth, lapping up the lactate and tenderly suckling it. He gently swiped his thumb over the nipple of her other breast, catching the milk oozing from the tip and inserting it into his mouth, sucking off the liquid; he seemed to enjoy the taste of her.

"Mmmm" his voice vibrated into her skin as he gave her nipple one last, long suck before carefully releasing it.

Emma stared at him, waiting for a response as he came up, licking his lips.

"How does it taste?" she asked curiously, although she had never been curious enough to taste it herself.

He pondered the question briefly, deciding what it actually tasted like. "It's sweet and delicious, like honey."

"Really?" she questioned in surprise. She always had the idea in her mind that breast milk tasted terrible if you weren't a baby.

"Aye. I told you, love; I love every part of you."

His words melted her heart; she was so glad to be back in his arms again, and have him close—closer than they were able to be before without her belly always getting in the way.

Killian began feathering her clit again, rubbing soothing circles above her opening where he was rocking into her gently but relentlessly, his hard dick sliding into her folds. Soon Emma could feel herself slipping over the edge, whispering, "Oh Killian," into his ear. He held on tightly as she felt the burn deep within her stomach.

"Bloody hell, you're so soft and tight…" Killian murmured, his lips caressing the shell of her ear. "So bloody beautiful…"

Whispered, broken curses and ragged breaths filled the air around them as they fucked slowly on top of Killian's Lincoln in the garage.

Emma's muscles tightened around him luring him in deeper, rippling waves of pleasure crashing over her body with welcomed relief. She clutched onto his opened shirt, crying out, unable to muster coherent words as each thrust of his cock sent bursts of pleasure through her body.

Killian sealed her lips with his, swallowing her soft whimpers as he followed closely behind, releasing his cum with a soft growl, his hips slowing and his face tucking into her neck as they tried to catch their breaths.

When they were able to move again, Killian removed his pants and picked her up carrying her in his arms using his back to open doors in his path. He kissed her as they reached the family room and made his way through the threshold, Emma's dress falling onto the floor. They both fell into the lounge chair together entirely naked with a blanket covering them and Emma wasn't sure if she could go for another round but they both just indulged in snuggling naked together, caressing each other softly.

Killian used a remote to turn on the fireplace along with some soft music as Emma rested her head on chest, their sated limbs tangled, neither of knowing who's was who's. He kissed the crown of her head through her messy hair as she ran her finger down his stomach, tracing his abs, still feeling the tingling sensations from her orgasm.

"I see we both had the same idea," Killian commented suddenly with a chuckle, his voice low and husky.

Emma looked up at him, scrunching her brows. "Same idea about what?"

"About the condoms. It's good we were both prepared even though we were both planning on a casual coffee date."

Emma smirked. "Oh yeah. Actually the condom was Ruby's idea. She slipped it into my bra when she hugged me."

Killian didn't look surprised. In fact, a bashful smile was blooming over his lips and his cheeks were a rosy shade of pink. "Ah, I see. Well, she should've known I'd be prepared. I am a doctor. I'm always prepared for anything."

"That's what she said actually," Emma snickered. "But she also thought you might be too much of a gentleman to take things further than a coffee date."

Killian scoffed playfully. "Well, it looks like I already proved her wrong, now didn't I?"

You did," Emma agreed, resting her head on his chest again and snuggling closer, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body.

"I'm always a gentleman, but I also know how attracted I am to you, and I'm not about to deny that. I knew there was a possibility of things getting out of control."

Emma nodded. "Me too. Besides, Ruby was right about another thing—it's been five months since we've had sex. I needed you."

Killian quirked an eyebrow, angling his head and peering down at her. "And may I ask why Ruby knows so much about our sex life?"

Emma laughed against his chest. "Don't worry. I didn't tell her anything. She just assumed."

"Ah I'm sure she did."

With that the subject was dropped, and Killian sweetly kissed her temple, mumbling against her skin. "It feels so good to hold you in my arms with no barriers between us—no clothes or pregnant bellies… not that I minded," he clarified, stroking her hair. "I love little Ian, you know that."

"I know, and he certainly loves you . But you're right; it does feel really good being in your arms like this," she agreed with a pleasant sigh.

"Mmm." Killian wrapped his around her, rubbing her back and whispering in her ear, "I am so in love with you. I never stopped for one second."

Emma's heart fluttered and she hummed, closing her weary eyes. She could sleep like this knowing exactly how he felt, knowing his heart was beating under her ear—knowing it was beating for her . "Me neither. I love you so much. I am never leaving you again."

"I'm glad to hear, sweetness."

"Never again. I'm yours. Always."


A few weeks later...

Emma was feeding her little duckling and putting a pot of coffee on for when Killian got out of the shower before she sashayed out of the kitchen with Ian in her arms. Her little boy was smiling brightly and bouncing in her arms, and as she dropped a kiss to the top of his head she heard the doorbell ring.

"Killian, there's someone at the door!" Emma called upstairs as she entered the foyer, unsure if she should just answer it or not. Although she and Ian had been staying there most of time, they wasn't officially moved in. And yet they were. Everything in Killian's home was still the same and everything she'd left there was in the exact same spot as it was from before she'd left. Apart from Ian's things and the crib she'd taken with her, the nursery had still been intact. Killian had told her the house had felt extremely empty without them, and he wanted everything to stay the same so they could come back at any time.

But it didn't matter whether she was at the Nolan's or Killian's house; she had to deal with a moody pregnant woman whether she was talking to Mary Margaret or Liam's wife over the phone or they were there in person. Cordelia was especially a handful, since she was only a couple weeks away from her due date, and according to her words, she felt like she was ready to pop.

"Can you answer it, love? I'll be down in a minute."

Emma looked up seeing Killian approach the balcony of the staircase above her in only a towel, his hair still wet from the shower. She smirked, cursing the unexpected visitors as he flashed her and Ian a charming smile. God, she loved that man. And it wasn't fair he had to prance around in a towel, showing off his gorgeous body. She wanted him, but then again, when in the hell didn't she want him?

"Okay."

"Thanks, sweetheart." Killian winked at them and walked away to get dressed as Emma went over to the door, unlocked it and hauled it open.

There was an older couple standing on the stoop, both of them probably in their mid-fifties, Emma was guessing. The man had dark hair, without a hint of grey, he had a square jaw with stubble on his chin and the woman had short dirty blonde hair, her eyes a stunning shade of green.

"Um, morning. How can I help you?" she asked glancing between the two up them as she rocked Ian gently in her arms. Her son was still smiling and looked completely adorable, if Emma were being honest; in fact he was wearing a dark blue shirt with an anchor and the words 'Captain Adorable' which he received from Killian.

The couple looked confused as they exchanged looks before averting their gaze to Emma. "Is Killian here?" the man asked, and Emma detected the British accent in his voice.

"Yeah, he just got out of the shower. He'll be down soon."

"Oh." The woman, who also had a British accent, grew even more confused as she stared at Emma, scrutinizing her carefully, making Emma a bit uncomfortable. It's not like she was dressed indecently. She was wearing plaid pajamas pants and a tank top.

"Since when did Killian hire a live-in maid? What happened to the part-time Mexican woman?" the woman asked in irritation.

Emma didn't really care for the assumptions or the rude tone in her voice. "I'm not Killian's housekeeper," she answered defensively. "I'm his girlfriend."

The couple was stunned in their spots, but at least the man's face broke into a grin, and was no longer so serious. "So you're Emma?"

"I am." She replied skittishly. How the hell did this guy know her name?

"And who's this little lad?" he asked, waving at the infant in her arms. His wife didn't seem to be as enthusiastic as the man.

"This is my son…" Emma replied, peering down at her baby, "Ian."

When she glanced up again at the couple, they were both appalled, their faces white as a sheet. "And you are?" she asked, but she had a strange feeling in her gut that told her she already knew the answer to the question.

They only confirmed her suspicions.

"I'm Brennan, and this is my wife, Alice. We're Killian's parents."