"You fought the witch with Excalibur?" Neal asked Henry again, still not believing what he was hearing.

"You should have seen him," Emma said. "He was swinging that thing like a pro. I have never seen anyone move like that."

"I'm sorry I missed it," Neal said. "Tink and I thought it'd be safe to get away for awhile." He reached over, squeezing her hand. "I had no idea the witch had already gotten in."

"Yeah, well, she fooled us all," Emma said.

"She ate my muffins," Granny said, with a good deal of heat. "Wish she'd choked on 'em."

"I'm not surprised," Blue added, fluttering over to Henry. "You must be both royal and worthy to wield Excalibur, and you are most certainly both, Henry." She looked over at Emma. "During my visit with King Arthur, he requested that you and your entire family visit when you return the sword - and of course, that includes Henry."

"I get to go to Camelot?" Henry said, his eyes shining.

"Yeah, squirt, I guess so," Neal ruffled his hair. "Maybe they'll make your Mom wear a fluffy princess dress again."

Emma gave him a look and Snow raised her eyebrows. "Emma? In a princess dress?"

"It was once. And if I keep eating Granny's pies, I won't fit it anyway," Emma said, stuffing another bite in her mouth. She turned her head as Regina made her way over toward the table, with an ice pack held against the side of her head. Henry rushed over to help her sit down.

"Mom - are you okay?"

"Yes, Henry, I'll be fine. As soon as my brains unscramble, I can heal this myself. In the meantime I could use a drink."

"I've got a bottle of wine with your name on it," Snow said, passing it over to Regina. Granny put down some goblets and Regina poured herself a healthy portion. She grabbed a second cup and started to pour for Emma, as well.

"And here's one for you, savior." She looked around. "Where's your pirate hero?"

"He wanted to inspect his ship and make sure it hadn't been damaged too badly in the fight." Emma said, licking her fork clean. "Honestly, I think he just wanted to be on deck for awhile."

"Do you blame him?" David asked.

Regina pushed the wine over to Emma, who waved it away.

"Oh, no thanks," She said with a smile. "I can't have that."

Regina's goblet stopped part-way to her mouth. Her eyes widened. "What?"

Emma glanced around the table at several sets of eyes, all staring her down. Dammit. She hadn't exactly wanted to announce yet.

Snow gave her a blinding smile, as if to say, If you don't tell them, you know I'm going to.

Emma sighed. Might as well get it over with. She turned to Henry, taking one of his hands. "Henry, I had planned to talk to you about this in private," She gave Regina and Snow an irked look. "But it looks like I'm going to be having a baby."

The table erupted in shrieks and cheers and a split second later, a very stunned pirate walked right into the middle of it, getting clapped on the back and hugged by an entire table full of well-wishers.

"To Hook and Emma!" David called out as everyone joined him in a toast.

Emma leaned down, pulling Henry in closer. "You okay with this?" She asked, her eyes concerned.

"Yeah!" He said. "Mom, that's so cool!"

She hugged him tight. "You know, another kid doesn't mean I love you any less, right?"

He nodded. "Mom, stop worrying, okay? It's not like you can't find a babysitter around here we want to spend some time together."

Emma laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She looked up at Hook, reaching out to take his hand. "Everything okay on board?"

"Yes. Some minor damage to the starboard side, but I can right that easily enough. The ship is still seaworthy."

"Pull up a chair, Hook!" Grumpy called from the other end of the table. "Give us the whole story about the battle!"

"As much as I'd love to regale you," Hook said, "I have a more pressing matter to attend to." He pulled Emma up to her feet even as she was trying to put another piece of pie in her mouth. She dropped her fork, wiping her mouth quickly.

"Wait a minute," She said.

"I'll give you five seconds, love, before I throw you over my shoulder like a marauding pirate and steal you away from your family."

Emma put her fork down and called out "Bye!" as he jerked her arm, pulling her away from the table and up the stairs. They rounded the corner toward her room but didn't make it inside before he pushed her against the door and kissed her thoroughly. It was a long time before they came up for air, and Emma didn't mind. She felt like she couldn't get close enough - like she would crawl inside him if she could.

"I can't stop kissing you," He mumbled against her lips.

"Fine by me," She mumbled back, kissing him over and over.

"This is going to get embarrassing soon..."

He kissed the corners of her mouth, running his tongue lightly across her lower lip before bringing his lips down over hers again. She felt him feeling around behind her for the doorknob, and then they were through. He pushed her toward the bed even as he kicked the door shut behind him, not stopping until her legs hit the side of the mattress. She started to say something, but it was lost when he picked her up and laid her across the bed, coming down next to her.

His lips met hers again, parting her for the slide of his tongue as it moved and circled with hers. Emma had her hands in his hair, pulling it even as she pushed herself up into him. His hand moved up from her hip to just above her waist, and he was making her squirm with the slow sweep of his thumb on the underside of her breast. Emma moved her hands to his shirt, tugging on it in an attempt to get it off of him even as she felt him grind his hips against hers.

"Oh, God, Killian," She gasped, pulling his shirt over his head. He pulled back, stilling her hand as it reached for his waistband.

"Emma." He pulled her fingers up, kissing them softly as he shifted his weight onto one elbow. His hand reached out, cupping her face.

"Slow down, love."

"But I want you," She panted. "Right now."

"I know," He said quietly. "But it's my turn." His eyes were burning bright, and he didn't hesitate a moment before saying the words.

"I love you, Emma. I've loved you for the longest time. I don't know how it happened, or why I was fortunate enough to have it happen to me, but there it is. You have my heart. Always."

She looked up at him steadily, her eyes suspiciously shiny, but she remained silent.

"Say something, will you?" He entreated. "I know this is terrifying for both of us, but I need to hear you say it again." He smiled his crooked smile. "Without the cursing this time, if you please."

She took a deep breath. "I love you, Killian." She released her breath in a big whoosh that made them both laugh.

"There now," He said, kissing her softly. "Was that really so bad, love?"

"No," She answered. She raised her eyes to look at him. "No, it felt...really good. It felt right."

"Good. Now where were we?" He kissed her again, while his hand got busy divesting her of her clothing. It didn't take her long to reciprocate, and soon enough, she was laying atop him, kissing him and rubbing her breasts into his chest. His hand stroked down from her shoulders to settle on the back of her thigh, pulling her legs apart so that his fingers could slip in, tormenting her from behind. Emma arched against him, pulling up slightly at the feel of his magical hand. He fit himself to her and she leaned back, taking him in deeply, reveling in the groan that she pulled from him as she moved on him.

He reached up, twining his fingers in the back of her hair as he levered himself up into a sitting position, pulling her onto his lap as she adjusted, wrapping her arms and legs around him. His hand moved down to cup her buttocks, pulling her in tighter as he thrust against her, making her gasp aloud at the sensation of the two of them so tightly fused together. He accelerated his movements even as he buried his tongue in her mouth again, feeling her whimper against him when her body took over. Her hips pushed frantically against his as he pulled her down onto him, grinding into her as she cried out, pushing her hard as he pulled back to see the pleasure break on her face. The sight of her with her head thrown back, eyes closed, biting her lip - it was too much. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pouring himself into her and feeling like his heart was going to burst from the feel of her heat as it pulled everything from him.

They collapsed against each other, rolling slowly back onto the bed, still twined together and facing each other, with one of Emma's legs thrown over his. Hook ran his hand lazily down her side, touching her as though he couldn't help himself. Emma felt the same way as her fingers wove through his silky hair, sliding down to stroke his chest.

"Tell me we won't lose this," Emma said quietly. "That we won't forget how this is. How this feels."

"D'you really think I could forget, love?" He teased softly. He leaned in, kissing her. "Emma, what we have...it's not something that can simply fade away. I may not have loved anyone in a bloody long time, but I do know something about carrying a torch for someone. I've risked too much to have you, and I'd risk it all again tenfold to keep you."

"I don't want you risking anything," She said emphatically. "Ever again. We're in this together, do you understand? No more flying off to save the day."

"I'll do my best to keep my ship in the water," He promised. "But with your family, love, there are no guarantees."

She gave a strangled laugh. "Tell me about it." They laid in silence for awhile, just holding each other and enjoying the feel of it. Emma gave a sleepy yawn and settled herself on his chest, with her fingers tracing idle patterns over the line of hair on his belly.

"Killian?"

"Mmm?"

"Did I tell you that our baby has magic?"

"What?"

"Blue told me. That's why the witch wanted her so badly. She's second-generation true love, and that's going to give her some kind of superpowers or something."

"Perhaps her superpower will be that she can lie to her mother and get away with it." He said mischievously.

She looked up at him. "That's not even funny."

"She's half-pirate, love. You have to expect her to try." He gave a shrug.

"Promise me you won't give her a cutlass for her first birthday." He was completely silent. "Killian?" Still nothing. "Killian!" She poked his belly, tickling him unmercifully as he doubled over, laughing and grabbing her hand.

"All right, all right!" He kissed her fingers. "Do that again, love, and I'll find a better use for that hand."

Emma pushed herself up until she was looking him right in the eyes. Then she gave him a slow, sexy smile and reached for him, arching a brow when he sucked in his breath.

"Challenge accepted, love." He flipped her on her back. "Prepare to be boarded."

He pressed himself into her, smothering her laugh against his lips.