"Well, you have to at least plan the wedding," Ruby said. "I mean it is an important day for both of you, no?"
"Why?" Emma wined, "can't we just throw together a wedding last minute? It sounds a lot easier." Killian had to agree with that comment; throwing something together was what he usually did. And a girl saying that or hating shopping was one that was rare to find, but he had found one. Emma Swan.
"It is a lot easier, you know why?" Ruby didn't wait for them to answer, "it would be the crappiest and messiest wedding ever. Ever."
"No one's going to complain," Killian muttered and Ruby cast him a death glare. "I mean, what's wrong with a messy and crappy wedding? I mean at least there is one."
"Killian, Killian, Killian," Ruby sighed. "You and Emma are fucking famous and if you throw out a lame wedding it would be on your record." He looked over at Emma, who was just blinking and cast her glance at him before sighing. "Like no seriously," Ruby started, "it'll be terrible for you two."
"Then we'll have a private wedding. It's not like anyone knows," Emma shrugged and Killian agreed. "Yeah, just invite a few close people and bam! There is the wedding, and nothing is going to end up on our record; we don't even care anyways."
"You guys are fucking impossible," Ruby sighed and buried her head in her hands. "Just what do you want your wedding to have?"
"People," Emma sassed and Killian couldn't help not laughing. "And food, entertainment, and someone to wed us, maybe?"
"Stop being so sassy," Ruby growled, lifting her head up and Killian had to admit, it was kind of scary. It was like that Ruby could turn into some type of monster or something—like a werewolf. "Where do you want your wedding to be?"
"On Earth, but space is quite fine also," Killian replied, setting himself next to Emma and across from Ruby, who had about ten books open and a few pens stuck on her hair.
"OH MY GOD!" Ruby screamed. "WHO THE HELL CAN HANDLE YOU TWO?! I MEAN—I'm only trying to be helpful."
"We can handle each other," Emma commented and she lean in to see Ruby's plan scribbled on the notepad; apparently Emma couldn't read it so she grabbed it and tried to read it right side up. Killian could barely even read it to be honest, they just looked like scribbles; from what he got, it said: Wedding on a ship. Pirate outfit instead of a tux and dress. Small crowd—family and really close friends.
"It's not bad, actually," Killian confessed and Emma placed it back to where she originally found it. "I mean, especially the pirate outfit instead because it might be impossible to get Emma into a wedding dress."
Emma sighed, inhaling sharply and the doorbell rang at just that moment. "Are you?" Emma didn't need to finish that sentence because he shook his head and she stumbled out to get the door.
"Please just work with me here," Ruby looked Killian dead in the eye. "Do something foolish—say something foolish, I DARE YOU." Killian gulped as Ruby continued, "you, mister, have no idea of what I'm capable of."
Okay. It was official; he was officially afraid of Ruby Lucas Whale. Emma came back in with an interviewer and a camera man. What the hell?
"I'm here to ask you some questions," he started. "Killian, you agreed, I know so the first question's for you." I agreed? Since when? I don't even remember anything—nor do I remember you, whoever you were.
"Um... okay?" Killian shot a glance at Ruby and she, along with the help of Emma, gathered all the stuff and placed it under the table so the interviewer wouldn't ask about it. "Shoot."
"I hear you're taking a break from acting," lies. Where did you get that information from? Hopefully it wasn't Wikipedia because anyone, even a three fucking year old could change it. And gossip news? Most of them are lies, and most of the time, nobody listen to them. "Why, must I ask?"
"Well, A) wherever you got that information, you are wrong. I am not on break of acting or anything. So I really can't answer the second question." Killian waited for a while and the interviewer changed his cards and looked up, but this time, he was looking at Emma.
"This is a fan question," Emma nodded. "If you can describe Killian in one word, what would it be?"
"Asshole," Emma didn't even hesitate when she said that and she just cast a glance at him and put on a smirk. "He's a fucking asshole. Any more questions for me?"
"Rude," Killian sang, rolling his eyes as Emma bent down to talk to Ruby. "Any for me?"
"You two are supposed to be promoting your new films, why are you two just sitting here in the first place?" he asked and Killian's eye narrowed.
"You're interviewing us right now, are you not?"
"You know what I mean," he sighed, "anyways. What's it like when you're on set, because I know you break stuff a lot and all that."
"I actually had to pay for the things I broke, well some of them, others I try to cover it up and they don't think it was broken," Killian chuckled at the memories. "I paid about three hundred for just 90 Minutes alone, and usually, it's like a hundred or two? Although I didn't break anything during Hook and Return to Neverland."
"Because he had me to guide him," Emma said from afar and he just glared at her. "Without me he would have taken a few swords and like maybe some props or something."
"I had you to distract me," Killian corrected, a grin appearing on his face and Emma made her way to him and just hit his arm. "That actually hurt," he faked pouting, "I think I deserve a kiss right now."
"You'll get one when you behave," Emma smirked plopping down next to him. "You done?"
"Just a few more," he started but Emma just hit him hard on the side and he looked at her, puzzled.
"You okay?"
"Just really dizzy, and I think I have to—" Emma stopped midsentence and covered her mouth and ran to the restroom.
"Yeah, you can talk to Ruby. I have to check on her," Killian said quickly, standing up and ran, turning back to see the interviewer turn to Ruby. "Emma," he opened the restroom to see her flush the toilet and stand in front of the sink, both hands resting as she stared at herself. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know what's wrong with me," she confessed, turning and pulling him into a hug and buried her face into the crook of his neck, almost sobbing. "What's wrong with me?" she muttered over a million times. "What is wrong with me?" she said it in all the tones she could, stressing on each word and stressing words weirdly. "God, what did I do?"
Killian wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as she asked this question, over and over again. After a while Emma pulled away and vomited into the toilet again and flushed and washed her hands and her mouth before pulling herself closer to him. Killian shushed her as she began muttering again and the side of her head rested on his chest. "You okay?" he asked quietly and she nodded, pulling him out with her.
"Well, we were going to have you talk about that lovely ring on your fingers, but Ruby here already said that and showed off her own during the process," he indicated to a happy Ruby, sitting with her hands on her lap. "Good bye."
The interviewer left without another word And Ruby shot up from her seat to pull Emma into a hug, inspecting her intently. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Emma replied. "Just sick or something."
"I wouldn't say sick," Ruby shrugged. "I would say pregnant."
"What?" Emma and Killian shouted in unison and choked on their own spit. "No, I'm not," Emma replied, "nice of you to scare the shit out of me though. Tell me when you're pregnant; although I'm quite sure Mary Margret and David would be the first."
"It might be you guys," Ruby teased and made her way back to her seat and pulled up all the books and stuff stacked on the floor. "Anyways... we can continue now?"
"Fine," Emma sighed, sitting down across from her and Killian sat down next to her and wrapped his hand around her. Emma wasn't pregnant, was she?
"And no silly business, not one from either of you," Ruby warned and Killian nodded, gulping for he was still kind of, sort of afraid of what she had told him earlier.
"You think they're going to come over tomorrow?" Emma asked, sitting on the edge of their bed.
"Who?"
"You know who."
"Surely hope not, considering that Voldemort is dead. Don't want zombies visiting, you know?" Killian tried to lighten up the mood and Emma just laughed and stood up. "Need something?"
"I'm hungry," she said and Killian followed her into the kitchen. Emma pulled out a bag of chips and walked to the couch and turned on the TV.
"What's wrong with you?" Killian asked, trying not to offend her, but he seriously needed to know what was going on.
"I honestly don't know," Emma replied softly, shrugging. "If you know, can you tell me?"
"Maybe Ruby was right," he sat down next to her. "Maybe you are you know..."
"No," Emma said determinedly, "it can't be. I am not pregnant."
"So what explains the dizziness and throwing up and now the sudden cravings at the middle of the night?" he glanced at the clock, "it's midnight, Emma. Midnight."
"You can go back to sleep if you want," Emma waved him goodbye. "But I'm hungry. I didn't eat dinner."
"I'm not sleeping without you," he replied determinedly, and placed himself next to her, draping his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "So we can be awake and eat chips all night—or morning, whatever."
"Good," she replied, using the remote to go on Netflix to watch something. "I wasn't going to let you anyways." Killian laughed and reached for the chips as she put on Pirate of the Caribbean: At Wit's End. The first half hour of the movie was boring—like seriously boring because Jack Sparrow—Johnny Depp wasn't in it yet, and Killian was finally glad when they first showed the nose of Johnny Depp sniffing on the table and coming to a peanut.
"Finally," Emma sighed, saying his thoughts and she rested her head on his shoulders. "It was quite boring before and—" Emma stopped midsentence.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, just—it's nothing, really. Don't worry," Emma smiled, but it was fake and forced, Killian could totally tell. "Can you make me hot chocolate topped with cinnamon?" Killian's brow scrunched up at the request for he didn't know she drank that and topped with cinnamon? It was quite weird, not the usual topping for hot chocolate.
"Alright fine," Killian sighed, standing up and made his way to the kitchen to boil the water.
"Here," Killian had made two hot chocolate, but only one was topped with cinnamon for he didn't even like the flavor so much.
"Thank you," Emma sighed, slightly blowing on it so it would cool down and after a while she sipped it, her face calming almost immediately. "You're a life saver."
"And maker," Killian smirked, and because of her confused face, he added: "if you're pregnant; when you're pregnant."
"Haha, very funny, but I don't think I can bear another child," Emma sighed.
"Must I ask why not?"
"I'm old," she said, "look." She ran her fingers around one her face and pointed to a wrinkle.
"Sure," Killian replied, a smile grazing on lips. Sudden cravings? Throw up? Dizziness? He knew exactly what was wrong with her. And hopefully, it wasn't that she was just sick—and or hungry.
A/N: I hoped you like it? Two more chapters- three if you want an epilogue. Review?