Disclaimer: OUAT belongs to Adam and Eddy. Sadly, I have no rights to it whatsoever.
LondonRose98 asked: "You mentioned a baby. Is that going to happen anytime soon?"
You never know.
LiteraryRomantic asked: "Will we have to wait until your season 3 for Outlaw Queen though?"
Still on the fence about that. I love Robin so much and I want him here, but plot may demand his entry to wait until then. It just depends on how the rest of season 2 works out.
"And does Emma really have nothing from Killian, (aside from the book she seems to have forgotten) or does she just think that?"
You never know.
Starlight000 asked: "Emma's 'what if vision' for the future, with the children and the seaside wedding. If it ever comes down to that road, will it be like how you described it?"
You never know.
Nouqueret asked: "Is Emma pregnent ?"
You never know.
Lilyzinha aasked: "Is Emma and Hook going to have a baby?"
You never know.
Damon-Eric-Hook asked: "As always, great chapter! I do have one question, though. Do you plan on keeping this story as one part? You're on the beginning of season 2, and you already have 34 chapters. I was just wondering if you plan on continuing to write under one story or if you plan on breaking it off at a certain point and staring a part 2 of Broken Souls Mend Hearts or naming it something else?"
It's all one story. I said that earlier in one Author's Note that this would be like...Harry Potter long. Plus it would get confusing for me to break it up when I'm planning sequels.
This story will go until Season 3, then it will end after they defeat Zelena. Now, I know that that is a long ways away, but it's not like it's unheard of for a fanfic to go 50, 60, 100+ chapters.
So yeah, this is all one big novel.
Okay, lots of short scenes and lots of time lapses this chapter. This is so Killian can get back to SB sooner.
Sorry (not sorry) about the feels...
Hope you guys enjoy!
PS: Captain America totally hold up!
Chapter 36: Surprise
Cora was waiting for Regina when she got home.
"Regina, what's kept you?" Cora asked with false concern.
"Nothing, mother."
"But my dear, you look upset." Cora said. "Please, tell me what's happened. Tell me how I can help."
"Believe me, you can't help with this."
"But I want to." Cora said, coming to stand before Regina. She cupped her daughter's face. "I love you, Regina. I want to mend our relationship, but I can't do that if you keep pushing me away."
"Our relationship being broken has always been on you." Regina snapped.
"Regina." Cora sighed. "Please, don't do this now."
"No, mother." Regina growled. "Do you know what I had to do today? I had to...I had to kill Daniel. Yes, that Daniel. I preserved his body and someone resurrected him. But it went wrong, and I had to kill him in order to take away his pain. So I'm not in the mood with whatever scheme you have going on that involves us making up. All you've ever wanted was to control me and my life, and I'm not going to let that happen. Not when I'm stronger now."
Regina stalked away, practically storming up the stairs, slamming the door once she got to her bedroom. Once inside, she collapsed on her bed, sobbing into her pillow.
Cora pursed her lips. It seemed that getting through to Regina was going to be harder than she anticipated.
She huffed, going to sit on the couch. All she could do, she supposed, was act like the mother Regina always wanted and prove that all she wanted in return was Regina's love.
Without Regina's power, Cora wouldn't be strong enough to get the dagger away from Rumplestiltskin.
Cora just had to bide her time.
Emma kept up appearances for Henry's sake when they returned to the loft.
His neck was a little red from where Daniel had grabbed him, but other than that he was fine. After Jefferson and Ruby left, the Charmings sat down to dinner and decided that, since it was Friday night, they would spend the rest of the night watching movies. Henry's pick of course.
Not wanting to upset Emma, though Henry didn't say anything to the adults, he avoided choosing any movie with pirates.
Instead he chose Lilo and Stitch.
Emma was upset throughout the entire movie of course, now able to understand that the reason it was Killian's favorite movie was his subconscious, his latent memories, trying to tell him something. She said nothing to Henry or her parents; it was easier to keep up her mask. It was easier to pretend nothing was wrong.
Until it wasn't.
She held out until Henry had fallen asleep and was tucked in. Until she said goodnight to her parents and was certain that they were asleep.
Then she let the tears come.
She cried into her pillow to muffle her sobs.
God, she needed to be with him. She needed to know if he was all right, and dammit she couldn't stand it. She loved him so much, but hated him for being so him, and falling in love with her. Hated herself for falling in love with him. Hated both of them for opening her heart up to love again.
She hated how much she missed him and needed him. How her heart ached every time she thought of him, or every time he was mentioned.
She just wanted him home.
And alive.
And in her arms.
Finally, after too many tears, her throat pounding with pain, her eyes red and puffy, she passed out, emotionally exhausted.
Ruby was leaning against Jefferson's shoulder. They were sitting on top of one of the tables outside of Granny's, a bottle of scotch between them. They had been talking in hushed tones about Emma and Killian.
"And Regina lost her first love again." Ruby said. "You gotta feel sorry for her."
Jefferson scoffed. "I will never feel sorry for that woman."
"Why not?" Ruby asked, more curious than accusatory.
"Because Regina chose to do evil things." Jefferson said. "I never claimed to be a good man, I've done things that I regret, and in a lot of ways I'm sure that I'm no better than Regina, but the actual things that Regina has done...she's ruined lives. She taken lives. That kind of evil is hard to change."
"Weren't you the one that told me that we've all made mistakes, but that doesn't mean that we'll make the same ones again?"
Jefferson huffed. He had indeed said that. "But that's...that's different."
"How?"
"Because when I said that, I was talking about you, and you, you're not..." His breath caught as Ruby looked at him, her green eyes completely open to him. "You're..." Jefferson swallowed before looking away. "It's not the same, all right."
Ruby didn't say anything to that, letting silence envelope them.
"I was in love once." Ruby said after a while. "His name was Peter."
Jefferson felt a tinge of jealousy, but he was curious as to Ruby using the past tense.
"He was my childhood friend, and we had planned to runaway together." Ruby said.
"What happened to him?"
"I ate him." Ruby said, a tone of regret in her words. "I didn't know I was a werewolf, and I didn't have my cloak. He was defenseless."
Jefferson put his arm around her. "That wasn't your fault."
"Yes, it was." Ruby took a swig from the bottle. "Yeah, I didn't know, but he was chained to a tree because I thought that he was the wolf. He was out there because of me." Ruby sighed, "Forgiving people for doing you wrong is a hard thing to do. I remember how angry I was at Granny for lying to me about what I really was for so long. I was angry at the world for making me that way. But then I found myself, and I was finally able to just let go of that anger and accept who I was. It's not easy remembering, but holding a grudge doesn't help."
He took the bottle from her, taking a sip before setting it aside. Ignoring the fact that she was telling him that it was better to forgive than hold on to anger, he asked. "With the curse broken, how do you feel about remembering all that crap?"
"Well, at first, I thought I was still a monster." Ruby shrugged. "I forgot who I was. Until that crap with King George. Yeah, there's a lot that I don't want to remember, but all of that has made me the person that I am. Why do you ask?"
"Because Regina never took my memories." Jefferson said. "All this time I've had two lives in my head, and unlike all of you, I wasn't strong enough to deal with it. I was driven mad. It didn't help that I was already unstable from years spent in Wonderland. Sometimes I wish that I was never cursed, or that Regina had actually taken my memories. Anything to forget."
"But you would've still gotten your memories back if you had been cursed like the rest of us."
"Yeah, but at least I would've had twenty-eight blissfully ignorant years." Jefferson took another swallow of scotch.
"Well, it wasn't all bliss." Ruby said. "I was a brat and Granny was bitchier than usual."
Jefferson snorted. "You were. From what I saw, I don't think I would've liked cursed you very much, though the outfits were definitely something else."
"Oh go." Ruby face-palmed. "Don't remind me." She had worn much, much less revealing clothing since the curse broke, wearing jeans more often then shorts and tights, and actually buttoning up her shirts for once.
"I'm sure everyone can agree your, um, waitress uniform, if you can call it that, was definitely a particular favorite of the male population."
Ruby rolled her eyes, taking the scotch from him. "Shut up." She took another sip. "Just remembering how I acted is embarrassing enough." She studied him for a moment before she asked. "So, you didn't like cursed me...what about me now?"
His eyes widened slightly, surprised at the turn of topic. He licked his lips, trying to ignore Ruby's eyes following the action, thinking of how to answer. "I like you now...a lot, actually."
Ruby smiled, her eyes sparkling, at his answer. "I like you too."
Before Jefferson could say anything else, Ruby tilted her head up and their lips met.
Jefferson reciprocated, lips moving eagerly against her's, pulling her closer to him.
Her hands came up to his chest, gripping his shirt tightly as she deepened the kiss.
It wasn't a soft kiss, or tender. It was hungry and demanding as she pulled at his lips with her teeth, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, both taking everything they could from the other.
He pulled back first gasping for breath.
They sat like that for a few quiet moments, their heavy breathing the only sound around them this late at night.
Jefferson hadn't realized that his hand had tangled itself into her hair, and slowly he extricated himself from her. "That was..."
"A kiss." Ruby finished, tone teasing.
He chuckled. "I know that, I just meant..." He sighed, "God, Ruby, I really like you, but I don't...I haven't been with a woman since my wife passed. I'm not good at this sort of thing. Even before my wife, I never courted any girls, at least, well, not the kind you'd bring home."
"Are you saying that me, the scantily dressed werewolf is better?" She smirked.
Still Jefferson heard the underlying self-depreciation in her tone. Unable to help himself, he kissed her again, wanting to reassure her that she was so much more than that.
Ruby couldn't believe that he saw her as more than a monster. He really did see her as a woman. As someone that he could see himself...dating? Loving? How far did he want this to go?
Jefferson was surprised that he managed to pry his lips from her again. She tasted too damn good for it to be legal. "You're more than that."
She didn't say anything, choosing to avoid his gaze all together.
Sensing that Ruby's walls were coming up, Jefferson decided it was now or never. "Do you...would you like to go out with me? On a date? Sometime."
Her eyes met his, a soft smile gracing her face. "Really?"
"Why does that surprise you?" Jefferson asked.
"I guess it shouldn't." Ruby said. "I'm working most nights this week, but I'm free Tuesday night."
"Tuesday." Jefferson nodded. "I can do Tuesday, but, uh, can we meet somewhere?"
"You're scared of Granny, aren't you?"
"Have you met the woman?" Jefferson quirked a brow. "I really don't want to be on the receiving end of her crossbow."
Ruby chuckled before giving him another peck. "All right. Name the time and place, then I'll meet you there, you scaredy cat."
"Scaredy cat and big bad wolf?" Jefferson smiled. "That's quite a pair we make."
"It is, isn't it?" Ruby stood, screwing the top back on the bottle. "Need an escort home?"
"I think I can handle it." He kissed her long and languidly before turning to leave.
"Jefferson."
He paused, looking back at her. "Yeah."
"Despite what you believe, you are a good man." Ruby told him. "You just need to accept that what has happened in the past, whatever you've done or whatever Regina has done, happened. Once you do that, it's a lot easier to move on, and let go of all of that anger."
Jefferson swallowed. He didn't exactly have a response to that, so he simply nodded, acknowledging her words. "Good night, Ruby."
"Good night."
He had no idea where he was, or what was happening. All he knew was that he was burning up, in pain, and that there were voices around him.
So many voices. Such vivid, harsh colors around him. All he could see was red and orange.
Was he back in the Red Room?
It certainly didn't feel like it.
No, this was different. Something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what.
"...still feverish..." A voice muttered from far away.
"...get...herb...he needs..."
Everything was so garbled. Like he was on a cell phone but the other line was constantly breaking up.
"...no...might not..."
"...save him..."
"...just...wait...see..."
He wanted to call out to the voices, but his throat was stuck. All he could manage were some very unintelligible mumbles.
There were times that he tried to move his body, tried to open his eyes and see where he was, but something kept him down, restraining him as the voices got louder.
He wanted to scream. He felt trapped, like a caged animal. He wanted his freedom from this hell. He wanted the pain to stop. He just wanted the pain to stop.
"...calm...rest...please..."
"...agitated...need more..."
The voices wouldn't leave him alone. Gods, why wouldn't they leave him alone?
He kept struggling, but the more he did, the tighter he was restrained.
He heard a scream, an unearthly wail of pain that sounded just as he felt.
"...keep him...he'll hurt..."
"...we can't...him..."
"...have to...dangerous..."
He burned. With pain and anger. He wanted to kick and scream and cry.
He just wanted to know what was happening to him. Where was he? Why was he in pain? What was going on?
The screaming got louder.
Gods, what was happening to him?
A few days soon turned into a few weeks.
Emma went through the motions. Get up, shower, get dressed, eat, take Henry to school, work, eat, work, pick Henry up, eat, help Henry with his homework, go to bed.
Put on a smile, chat with people, pretend like everything is all right.
Put on a mask.
Pretend that on the inside she wasn't broken.
Ignore the fact that she was.
It didn't help when Snow only heard from Aurora that there wasn't much of a change with Killian's condition. Snow finally stopped going to the Red Room all together, realizing that it only broke Emma more when there wasn't any news.
Nor did the fact that both Regina and Cora were all but absent in the public eye help settle Emma's nerves. She kept waiting for one, or both of them to unleash some magical hell on the town.
It was just a matter of time before the other shoe would drop.
Get up, think of Killian, shower, worry about Killian, get dressed, wonder if Killian was alive, eat, was he ever going to come home, take Henry to school, if he died did he die alone, work, remember her time with him before they broke the curse, eat, don't lose hope, work, he'll come back because that's what everyone told her, pick Henry up, picture the future that she could've had with Killian, eat, remember their adventure on the beanstalk, help Henry with his homework, Killian was going to be all right wasn't he, go to bed, dream of Killian.
Day after day after day of the same routine, the same thoughts and feelings, slowly losing whatever little hope she had, only to regain hope, only to lose it again.
Night after night after night of nightmares where he died in her arms, where he came back only to tell her that he no longer loved her, where he came back only to be killed by Cora or Gold.
Worse than the nightmares though were the dreams.
The dreams where they spent lazy Sunday afternoons in bed.
Where their little boy would play in the sand with Henry while they had a family picnic on the beach.
Where Killian taught their children how to sail.
Where their daughter would convince the fierce pirate to have a tea party and braid her hair.
Where their son would look up to Killian like he could do no wrong.
Where their little girl would laugh herself silly when Killian twirled her in his arms.
Where Henry would learn how to be a pirate, much to David's chagrin and Mary Margaret's and Emma's amusement.
Where their family would be whole and safe and happy.
The dreams were the worst. They reminded Emma of what she now believed she could never have. All of that was lost to her.
It was Wednesday, three weeks exactly from the day she returned to Storybrooke, when Emma started to get sick.
The morning started as any other.
David and Mary Margaret got up first. David showered first, knowing that Emma would need the bathroom next.
They had noticed Emma taking longer showers, both of them attributing that to her thinking of Killian.
David would get dressed.
Mary Margaret would cook breakfast.
Then Emma would come down and greet them before showering.
This morning was different when Emma came down stairs sluggishly. She smelled the eggs and bacon and immediately felt sick to her stomach.
"God, did those eggs expire or something?" Emma asked, covering her nose and mouth.
Her parents looked at her surprised.
"Um, no." Mary Margaret said. "Why?"
"They just smell really bad."
David sniffed the eggs on his plate. "They smell fine to me."
"Me too." Mary Margaret studied Emma. "Maybe you're getting sick. Usually, whenever I get a cold, my sense of smell always goes haywire and anything I smell makes me nauseous."
"Maybe." Emma said, glaring at the breakfast before her as though it personally offended her. Of course, she wasn't going to tell her mother and father that she had never experienced a haywire sense of smell before. Not when she was sick; it was always a congested and runny nose for her.
Even when she was pregnant with Henry her sense of smell stayed the same. Considering prison food, that was one pregnancy symptom that she was grateful she never had.
"You want me to stop by the pharmacy today?" Mary Margaret asked. "If you are coming down with something, it's probably better to be prepared."
"No, it's fine." Emma shook her head. "I don't think it's anything that's a big deal."
Mary Margaret looked like she wanted to protest, but said nothing.
"I'm going to take a shower." Emma said.
"Okay. Hey, do you think you might be able to stomach some toast instead?"
Emma nodded yes, and Mary Margaret quickly set out to make the toast.
Once Emma was in the shower, and out of earshot, David turned to his wife.
"You know..." David began thoughtfully. "You had a bad sense of smell another time?"
"You think I don't know that." Mary Margaret said. "That was my first thought when Emma said that, but I don't know if she could even handle thinking that."
"She's not fragile."
"No, she's not." Mary Margaret sighed. "But you've seen her these past few weeks. She's losing hope David. If she believes that Killian will never come back, how's she going to handle the thought of..."
Henry bounding down the stairs prevented Mary Margaret from speaking further.
The couple shared a look that said this conversation would be continued later.
Regina was constantly ignoring her.
Cora was not thrilled at all about her lack of progress.
It was becoming clear that, in order to get to Regina, Cora was going to have to take drastic measures.
But what could she do?
No one in Storybrooke was overly fond of Regina.
And going after the boy wasn't an option. In fact, Cora was certain that if she went after Henry, Regina would go against her completely.
No, the boy was too important to Regina.
Perhaps, if something were to happen to the Savior or her parents...
The town would believe that Regina would go after one of them due to her longstanding rivalry with Snow White and her current one with the Savior.
However, Cora knew that the Charmings were clever, smart, tough. If she captured any one of them, they'd escape quick enough and prove that it was her and not Regina that the town should turn against.
Cora had to go after someone that Regina might go after. Someone who couldn't escape, also someone she could interrogate without trouble. A weakling.
She just needed to figure out who.
His delirium broke some days ago, but the wound in his abdomen was still fragile.
Mulan and Anton both agreed that it was a few more weeks until he could be on his feet again.
Killian wasn't happy with that answer.
He had been content to die knowing that Emma would return home safely.
But he didn't die. And now all he wanted to do was return to Emma.
He couldn't stay here any longer.
He needed to see her. To see Henry, and David and Mary Margaret. To know that everyone was all right.
Cora was in Storybrooke, doing who knows what, wreaking havoc.
He couldn't let his family face her alone.
He needed to be there.
Despite Mulan and Aurora's insistence that he remain here to rest.
No, he had to find a way home.
Jefferson gently raked his hand through Ruby's hair as she snuggled against his chest in her sleep.
He smiled down at her. It had been a long time since anyone other than Grace had made him feel so happy. A few weeks into dating Ruby and he knew he was in love.
Ruby was just...amazing. Kind and sweet, but a tough badass if the occasion called for it. Funny, sarcastic, totally kicked his ass at darts and pool. She wouldn't take his shit, and would call him out when he was being particularly disagreeable. She was challenging, and difficult at times, but he also learned quickly that she was an open book to him as much as he was to her.
He just wasn't prepared for how quickly and how hard he had fallen in love with her.
"I can feel you thinking." Ruby said, lips curving into a smile.
Jefferson chuckled, pressing a kiss to her hair.
Ruby shifted so that her chin rested against his chest, her bare chest pressed into his side. "About me, I hope."
"I'm always thinking about you." Jefferson smirked.
"Liar."
"How would you know?"
"One word: Grace." Ruby remarked.
"Point taken." Jefferson chuckled.
Ruby couldn't help but smile at the man she loved. And boy did she love him. Perhaps it was too soon, but Ruby knew what this was, even if Jefferson didn't. She had had Snow describe this kind of love often enough. The love where you meet them and you just know. The love where the attraction was undeniable. Where they just knew you and you knew them. Where all of your faults and your past were accepted, and in return you accepted all of them. Where you challenged each other and fought beside each other.
Yeah, Ruby knew what this was.
And even though she could smell that he was in love with her (yeah, that sounded weird, even to her), she couldn't bring herself to say those three words. It was too early. They were still cautious with this relationship. She was still holding back herself, her wolf, afraid to hurt him. And he still hadn't introduced her to Grace yet, worried that things might not work out.
But Ruby knew in her heart that this was it, that he was it. She just had to be patient, because this one was worth the wait.
Emma chewed her lip as she sat in the station bathroom, door locked, waiting for the few minutes to pass until she would get the results.
She could pass off the nausea as a symptom of fatigue, which she had been constantly experiencing since her return from the Enchanted Forest due to restless nights and nightmares and constantly keeping herself busy during the day.
Which meant she could pass off the fatigue too, as a symptom of her emotional train wreck that was her life right now without Killian in it.
The sensitivity to smell was something that she couldn't really pass off as either nausea or fatigue. Especially since it persisted into the next week and she had still yet to have a cold or sinuses or anything that could explain it.
But by the sixth week after her return to the Enchanted Forest, Emma was experiencing all of the tell tale signs that she had been so intent on ignoring.
Her breast were sensitive as hell and sore nearly all the time. She was going to the bathroom more frequently to pee. She hated certain foods now, and couldn't stomach some of her favorites. Just the thought of food could make her cringe, when she wasn't absolutely craving some things like pickles or anything with red meat or french fries extra salty. It was getting kind of ridiculous how much her diet was changing.
The morning sickness starting finally convinced her that denial probably wouldn't work any longer.
She checked her cell phone.
Two minutes.
God, she didn't even know what to think about this. How could she go through this again? How could she go through this alone? Yeah, she had Henry and her parents, but she needed Killian for this. Killian deserved to be here for this.
One minute.
Emma licked her lips, eyeing the white stick warily.
She couldn't do this. Not again.
Isn't this what you wanted? A voice whispered from the back of her mind. Something to remember him bye.
But he's not dead. Emma argued weakly. Right?
He could be. You might never see him again.
And I'd be all alone again.
Time's up.
Emma took a deep breath, closing her eyes before she took the stick and looked at it.
Two pink lines.
Henry didn't know how to comfort his mom. She was still so distraught over Killian's absence. It had been six weeks, and she was only getting worse.
He saw how tired she was, and hell, they shared a room at the loft, so he would hear her cry at night, and sometimes her waking up from her dreams would wake him up.
But now she was getting sick on top of everything else.
He just wish that he knew how to help his mom.
He wished that his dad would come home soon.
Henry knew that Emma was losing hope, no matter how much he, Mary Margaret, and David tried to cheer her up and reassure her that Killian would survive and would return to them.
But Emma wasn't someone who was use to hoping.
And Henry knew that if Killian didn't come home soon, Emma would lose what little hope she had entirely.
He just had to figure out to keep Emma from giving up.
"You can't just leave!" Aurora huffed. "Your wound isn't healed. You can't even sit up without being in pain."
"I can't stay here!" Killian argued. "I have to find a way to get back to Storybrooke!"
"And you can do that once you can actually stand!"
Killian glared at her. "I need to go."
"I know that you do." Aurora softened at hearing the slight desperation in his tone. "But your fever just broke a few days ago. You can't move without reopening your wound. Do you think that Emma would want you risking your life just to find your way back to her?"
Killian said nothing.
"Look, I know you want to get home, but you need to be patient." Aurora said. "Just wait a few weeks more."
When she left, Killian scoffed.
He was a three hundred year old pirate who spent centuries in Neverland plotting revenge on the Dark One. He knew what patience was. But the difference between then and now was that now he had something to live for. He had Emma and Henry, and they needed him.
Sure, he was Captain bloody Hook. He was a worthless bastard, and a villain, but he knew that Emma and Henry were his second chance. They believed in him and saw the good in him. They brought out the best in him; the part of him that he believed had died when he let go of Bae in Neverland all those years ago. The honorable man, the lost boy who grew up to be a naval lieutenant, the man who wanted to be a hero.
He wanted to be that man again, because of them.
The sooner he got home, the sooner that he could be that for them.
And the sooner they could all finally be a family.
Mary Margaret sighed into her coffee as Emma left with Henry to take him to school.
"She'll tell us when she knows for sure." David said.
"I know that, but she hasn't even told us that she suspects anything." Mary Margaret huffed.
"Maybe she's not even sure?" David suggested weakly.
Mary Margaret shot him a disbelieving look.
They both knew that Emma wasn't stupid, and she had been pregnant before. Denial or not, even Emma couldn't escape the ever so obvious and growing signs of pregnancy.
"David, she knows." Mary Margaret said. "Believe me, a mother knows. I just wish that she would talk to us. We're here for her, she asked is to be here for her, so why do I feel like she's pushing us away?"
David put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Knowing Emma, she's probably scared. From what we know about her first pregnancy, she was in jail and alone. Killian's still not here, so maybe she thinks that she'll be going through this one alone?"
"But she's not alone."
"I know that, but it's not the same, is it?" David said. "How would you have felt if I hadn't been there for your pregnancy, even though you had Ruby, Granny, Johanna, and the dwarves? Would it have been the same? Would you have felt alone without me there?"
Mary Margaret looked away, realizing that he was right. If he hadn't been there while she had been pregnant with Emma, then she would've felt alone no matter how many people she had to support her. There was just something to having your True Love with you to support you during something that can be as stressful as pregnancy could be.
"You have a point." She sighed. "I just wish Killian would get his butt back here already."
"Still haven't gone back to the Red Room?"
"I don't know if I can." Mary Margaret said. "What if it's not good news?"
"Better to know for sure than to keep giving her false hope."
"Why are you always right?" Mary Margaret groaned, burying her face into his chest.
David chuckled. "Because I know the women in my life."
She shook her head, before lifting it to kiss him. "And Charming still lives up to his name."
"You know it."
Emma waited impatiently at her desk Monday morning. As soon as she took the pregnancy test last week, she made an appointment for a blood test to know for sure.
Today was the day she should get her results back.
But waiting for the doctor to call was excruciating.
What was worse, was that Emma was trying and failing at not being obvious about it. She knew that both Jefferson and David had noticed how agitated she was as she did her paperwork. They noticed that she was a bit snappy, and grumpy.
Which to Emma meant that pregnancy mood swings were more than likely going to start soon.
She did the math.
She was still early in her pregnancy, so there could've been only one time she could've gotten pregnant.
Before the curse broke, she had her last period about a week or so before she landed in the Enchanted Forest. And Killian had pushed her away the days leading up to the curse breaking, so they hadn't had sex since before her last period.
When she got home, she'd been so stressed and emotionally stretched that she hadn't realized she had missed her period until she was already over a week late and already experiencing nausea and fatigue.
So in between her last cycle and her return home, the only time she and Killian had had sex was on the beanstalk.
It made sense that that's when they conceived, not just the fact that it was nearly two months ago, but also because they hadn't used protection and Emma hadn't taken her birth control pills with her to the Enchanted Forest. It wasn't like she carried them around 24/7.
So yeah, one time, just one time, and she was stuck pregnant and alone all over again.
It could've been a false positive. The last vestiges of her denial whispered.
But Emma knew better. After all, what was that saying, a mother just knows? And Emma knew. In her gut and her heart, she knew that she was carrying Killian's child.
Still, she wanted to be absolutely, completely, one hundred and eighty percent positive sure that she was pregnant before she did anything else.
Jefferson left to get lunch for them when the call came.
Emma snatched her cell phone too quickly, earning a curious look from David. She gave him a reassuring smile before telling him that she had to take the call, before shutting herself up in the Sheriff's Office, the blinds having been closed by Emma weeks earlier because she was sick of looking in through the windows and remembering Killian.
"Hello." Emma answered.
"Hello, may I speak with Emma Swan?" A kindly, female voice asked.
"This is she."
And Emma listened carefully as the nurse told her the results. Emma nodded in response, forgetting that the nurse couldn't see.
"Miss Swan?"
"Um, yes?" Emma snapped out of her daze.
"I asked if Monday, May seventh was all right for you?" The nurse said. "The doctor won't want to see you until you're eight weeks along, and we don't operate during the weekends."
"Uh, yeah, that's fine." Emma said. "What time?"
"Let's see...there is an eleven o'clock and a two forty-five."
"Eleven's fine."
"All right then, thank you Miss Swan." The nurse said. "And congratulations."
Emma hung up the phone and sat wearily against Killian's desk.
She was pregnant.
And now for the big secret: CS baby plot bunny is the whole reason Broken Souls exists. I wanted to write a fic about the CS kid, but then I wanted to know how CS got together, and thus Broken Souls was born and CS baby plot bunny was pushed to the back burner for the sequel.
And I plan on two sequels (possibly three) so far.
Planned this since I began the fic. If you guys recall, in the Author's Notes that I answered in earlier chapters hinted at this. Specifically, chapters 19, 21, 24, and 27. If you guys want, I can put those instances at the end of the next chapter.
So I hope you guys are okay with this divergence. I know it's HUGE, but it was the intended plotline since I decided to write this story based off of this plot bunny. This was ALWAYS the plan, even before we found out Gosh was pregnant and that Snow and Charming would be having another baby in canon.
Now the question is (though of course I know the answer because I've already named the kid): boy or girl?
Also, I figured if CS gets rum and OQ gets whiskey, then Mad Wolf is totally gonna get scotch as their drink of choice.
For Killian first return scene by the way, his wound got infected causing a high fever. That caused delirium, which can take several days to weeks to recover from, and afterwards a delirious person doesn't remember what happened while they were delirious, but they do tend to have frightening memories.
Hope you guys aren't totally dead from feels...