So guys, I just wanted to talk a little bit before letting you read the chapter. So... Yeah, Jen has just announced (as you've probably read it already), that she's not coming back if there's a season 7. Emma Swan has meant and still means so much to me, Jen is my favorite actress, and that's why I've decided to stop watching the show if a season 7 does happen. OUAT without Emma Swan is not OUAT to me. Nevertheless, I will keep writing Captain Swan fanfictions, probably for a very long time. This one is almost over, but I have four others on their way, including one that's already written and that can be considered as the third volume of this fiction. Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that even if I'm not watching the show anymore, I'll keep writing, and updating, and even if Emma isn't on our screens anymore, I'll try to keep her living in my mind and stories.

After this little note, Thanks a lot to oncer4life11, Captinswan lover, Emilee Amethyst, Nightingale5, Araya and Guest for the reviews. You, my fellow oncers, are absolutely awesome and I hope your journey with the show has been as fulfilling as mine. This show has changed my life for the best, and I will never, ever forget Emma Swan. I hope to be able to make her live a little bit longer in these little stories I write.

"It's the baby. It's coming."

My voice broke right after pronouncing those words, muffled by the lump that had formed in my throat, and I let go of a little whimper of distress. I couldn't believe in the reality of what was happening to me. It couldn't be it, I was only thirty one weeks pregnant, I couldn't go into labor now, not like that, not while I was held hostage by a crazy woman who wanted to kill me and my baby. Everything was falling apart, and it was all because of me. I didn't know what to do to calm myself down anymore. The reality of the situation suddenly hit me all at once, and I felt a lonely tear slowly streaming down my face. It meant I had to get out of there the faster possible, but I also knew that if I was giving birth now, the baby was in danger. It was too soon, it would need help to breathe as its lungs weren't completely formed yet, and it was going to be so tiny. It meant that if Zelena refused to let me go to the hospital, my baby would die, and I would probably too in the process, because this wouldn't go well, I could feel it in my bones.

I looked up at Killian to stare at him right into his eyes. The room was filled in an unreal silence, and everyone was looking at me as my loved ones were processing the horrible information I had just given them and were realizing how bad the situation was. Hook was staring at me with his eyes widened in dread, his lips parted, and his breathing irregular from the panic he was experiencing. He ended up starting to talk after a few seconds of quiet, in a voice broken by the fear :

"What... What do you mean?"

"I just had contractions." I explained, sobbing because of how horrible this statement was.

"But it can't be, you're supposed to give birth in two months!" He said, tears appearing in his beautiful eyes.

I violently bit my lower lip to try and calm myself down, aware that my fear was only making things worse. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore, I had no idea of how to cope with this event I hadn't expected. It was my mom who started to speak, and she said hastily :

"It can be a false alarm because you're stressed out, you need to calm down."

She got up, wanting to settle next to me and take me into her arms to comfort me. But Zelena stopped her with a violent gesture, her gun aiming at her head. She still hadn't said anything since I had told my family what was going on, but now that the surprise was gone, she was looking quite confident again and was deeply thinking about something. In a low voice, she ordered :

"If you move once again, you end up six feet under."

My mom didn't protest, knowing that the witch was perfectly capable of shooting, and she sat back down, looking completely panicked by the fact she couldn't do anything to help me. My stomach twisted a little bit more, and I felt so sick all at once. I was feeling like crying and yelling at the same time, I wanted to break everything around me, because my child was in danger and it was all because of me. If I had managed to keep calm, things wouldn't have been that bad. Hell, if I hadn't sped up Zelena's pregnancy in the first place, everything would have been just fine, and my baby would have been safe. I was hating myself so much because I was always ruining everything and hurting the people I loved.

I suddenly felt a hand grabbing mine, and Killian moved to face me, sitting on the floor, looking straight into my eyes. His were shinning with terror and reddened by his unshed tears, but he gently pressed my fingers between his and forced himself to offer me a reassuring look to help calm my panic attack down.

"Haven't you heard what I just said, pirate?" Zelena threatened, her jaw clenched in anger.

"I don't have a choice! I do this or she gives birth right there, so shut the fuck up, witch!" Killian got mad, my hand still tightly squeezed in his.

"And why should that be a problem?" Zelena answered with a twisted smile that sent shivers down my spine. "It's good. It's not what I had planned, but it's perfect. It means you need to go to the hospital, and I won't let you leave this room unless you give me Robyn back. So why should I try to stop the contractions?"

"Damn it Zelena!" Regina, who was also looking so scared by what was happening, yelled. "You're doing all of this for your daughter, you can understand this baby could die if it comes now!"

"Good! That way, your dear Savior will finally know how it feels like to be separated from her child!"

"Your daughter is alive and well!" My dad screamed, looking like he was about to jump at her throat because he was seeming in a rage. "This baby didn't do anything to you! It's innocent, and you can't risk its life like that!"

Huge tears were now streaming down my cheeks and a husky sob shook my shoulders. The fight they were having was only increasing my nervousness, especially now that what I was the most scared of had been said out loud : the baby could die, while it didn't have anything to do with all of this. I knew I wouldn't stand losing it. I was feeling like I was already knowing it so well, I had felt it move inside of me for weeks, and was loving it so much while I hadn't met it yet. It was my child, and it couldn't die, it just couldn't.

A new contraction started, even stronger than the last one, and I felt my face stiffening in pain, bending to escape it and letting go of a husky groan. Killian gently stroked my skin to silently encourage me, and Henry started to scream, making everyone startle in the room :

"ENOUGH! Mom doesn't need this right now! She needs calm. Stop fighting, can't you see it's only worsening her pain?"

"Because you think I'm going to stop now that I see how bad it makes her feel?" Zelena answered with delight.

"Swan." Killian started in a very gentle voice that was contrasting with this awful situation. "Sweetheart, look at me."

I obeyed and opened my eyes, that I had closed in an unsuccessful try to escape the pain. Hook slowly caressed my hand until I had met his gaze, lifted it up to press a light kiss on my knuckles, and even if his voice was still muffled by the sobs he was refusing to let go, his tone was familiar and comforting :

"Don't listen to her, all right?" He resumed in a low voice. "You just have to breathe, beautiful. It's going to be okay. Breathe really slowly, like we have learned when we were taking these birth preparation classes before Liam was born, you remember? Good, keep it like that, my love. You just need to calm down. Everything is going to be perfectly okay."

His voice was so reassuring I felt a huge weight leaving my shoulders. I admired his courage for a second : he was as terrified as I was, but he was forcing himself to stay calm so I would feel better. But I got interrupted in my thoughts by another contraction, and I let go of a sob mixed with a cry of pain. Killian continued, still with this great gentleness, even if I was hearing his throat obstructed by the fear of seeing me aching so much.

"Emma, I know it's horribly painful, but just breathe, it's gonna get better. Everything can still fall into place. We're going to make it together, we always do, right? And our child is going to be okay. Just try to calm down, I'm right here with you, you're safe. You're not alone. Think about something comforting, all right?"

I slowly nodded and forced myself to obey. Flashes of our honey moon made their way through my foggy mind : our walks hand in hand, our afternoon spent in the cabin lost in Central Park, our kisses shared at the carnival. In an impulse, I grabbed his hook with my free hand, trying to comfort myself and, for the first time, I managed to ignore Zelena, who was still threatening everyone, and the panic I was feeling in my family. I just completely lost myself in Killian's clear blue eyes and convinced myself he was right and everything was going to be just fine.

But his try hadn't worked. I had hoped for a wonderful second everything would be okay, as he had told me, but the contractions had continued, stronger and stronger, and my water had broken, what had only worsened my panic and Killian's at the same time. It meant I couldn't go back anymore, the baby was coming for real. It meant I had to get to the hospital the quicker possible if I wanted it to have the slightest chance of making it alive.

I didn't even have enough strength left to cry. Without epidural, the pain was so strong I was feeling like I could pass out any second now. The contractions were getting closer and closer, not giving me any rest, what was telling me the baby would be there really soon. And Zelena had no intention of letting me go. She was even looking delighted by the situation, and was staring at us with a twisted smile on her face.

We had moved and weren't sitting in the middle of the office anymore. Hook was leaning against a wall, and my back was glued to his chest as I was sitting between his legs. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but feeling his body against mine and hearing him whispering comforting words to my ear every time I was in pain was helping me a lot. My head was resting in the crook of his neck, my fingers interlaced with his as my other hand was squeezing his hook. My hair was drenched with sweat and I was feeling like I could die at every new contraction. My mom was also sitting next to me while my dad, Henry and Regina were holding back so I could have a bit of privacy. Despite my blurry mind, I was still conscious enough to refuse for my son to see me in such a lamentable state.

A new contraction rushed over me while I had barely had the time to breathe after the last one. I bent over with a cry of pain and held Killian's hand so tight I was feeling like I was hurting him a little as he was whispering inconsistent words in my ear, completely panicked as well. He was losing us again, and he couldn't do anything about it. My mom said in a comforting voice, running her hand through my hair to push them away from my face.

"You're doing great, baby."

"What's the point of doing great if the baby doesn't survive, tell me?" I panted without even thinking about my words, my mind way too blurry because of the pain and the fear.

"Zelena, bloody hell, do something!" Killian yelled, my hands still in his as I was collapsing against his chest, completely exhausted. "You can't let her suffer like that! You can't let a baby die, for god's sake!"

"And why not?" The witch sneered. "If you had decided to give me my Robyn back, Emma would have been at the hospital for a long time already. All of this is your entire fault, and you know it."

Regina had tried to trick her and make her believe she was going to take her to her daughter but, without surprise, the plan hadn't worked. Zelena had requested us to bring Robyn to her and hadn't wanted to leave the office, knowing all too well that at the moment she would step out of the building, we would all leave for the hospital. And Regina couldn't accept to leave the little girl to an unstable woman. The kid would then be in danger, and I was getting that answering the witch's request wasn't a possible solution. But if we didn't find a way to get me out of there soon, the baby would die, and probably me with it as I was feeling like I couldn't survive this without medical assistance.

"We're not going to leave Robyn with you and you know that!" Regina yelled back. "But you can't put an innocent baby in danger in order to get what you want! Don't make the same mistake I made when I forced my enemies to part from their child! I know you're ready to do anything, but it's a new born, for god's sake! Emma made sure your daughter was safe when she did what she did!"

"Yeah, well, I want to make her suffer anyways! And what better way to do it than forcing her to watch her child die without being able to do anything to save it!"

The pain was too strong for me to answer right away and I needed a few seconds for her words to make their way through my mind. It was too much for me : I couldn't let her take my child like that without doing anything to stop her. I couldn't let her break our family. I needed to defend myself, I had to fight, for those I loved, like I had always done. So, in a voice so muffled it was unrecognizable, I yelled :

"Zelena, please! You can make me pay as much as you want, and it's okay for you to blame me because of what I did, but don't hurt my baby! You remember Robyn's birth, right? You remember how much you already loved her while you hadn't seen her yet? You know what it is, to love a child. Leave my baby alone, I'm begging you, it's innocent! It has nothing to do with what I did. Robyn has been taken away from you, but you know she's safe, somewhere, healthy, happy. Can you imagine how different it would be if you knew she hadn't had the chance to grow up, to live her first Christmas, her first steps, her first birthday... If we hadn't given her a chance to live? You're doing all of this for your little girl, so please, think about it! You're doing this because you're a mother, and I am too. You can't kill an innocent, a baby that has nothing to do with this crazy story just to get your revenge!"

I got interrupted by the pain once again, and whimpered, closing my eyes. The baby was going to come soon, I could feel it. And if I didn't get away very quickly, it was going to die, because of what I had done all those years ago, and I would never forgive myself if something was happening to it. My child was deserving to live, and the idea os someone taking that away from it was unbearable.

When I got quiet, I realized the room was now completely silent, what intrigued me a lot. Not understanding what was going on, I opened my eyes again to see that everyone was now looking at Zelena. The witch, standing in the middle of the office, was as still as a statue. She didn't move for a few seconds that seemed to last hours to me, and I wondered if I hadn't fainted and if all of this wasn't a product of my troubled imagination. But she ended up turning to face me, and I saw a strange light dancing deep into her eyes. I didn't understand the meaning of this flame shinning in her gaze right away, but she opened her mouth and said in a sob, as if she had to fight against herself to pronounce her sentence :

"Go."

Nobody moved. Everyone's eyes were staring at the witch, all wondering if we had heard correctly, because it was sounding unreal. A strange silence filled in the room for a few seconds while even the time itself had seemed to stop, and it's Zelena who started to talk again :

"Go before I change my mind, you fools!"

Her comment acted as a trigger on us. In a matter of seconds, everyone was standing, and Killian placed one arm in my back and the other behind my knee to gently lift me up from the ground, aware that I was unable to walk in the state I was in. He didn't say anything, all his muscles stiffened to support my weight and, his jaw clenched, he quickly headed for the door while, barely able to keep my eyes open, I didn't really know where I was anymore. He got stopped by my mom, who rushed toward him to say :

"Killian, wait! We left the cars far away from here to hide where we were, remember? You won't be able to carry her all the way to the hospital..."

"Well, I need to get her there!" Killian panted.

An horrible pain invaded my stomach again, and I got stiff, wrapping my arms around Hook's neck and burying my face into the crook of his neck to try and calm myself down. Nothing was really making sense in my mind blurred by the pain anymore : I just wanted to get to the hospital, no matter how, so my baby could be safe.

Killian kissed the top of my head, and I felt his panic so strong that my stomach twisted a little bit more. He was so terrified as well, and he was forced to look at me suffering without being able to do anything to help me. Very gently, with tears in his voice, he whispered to my ear.

"It's gonna be okay, baby. We're gonna make it, I promise, it's just for a little bit longer."

"We need to transfer you there with magic." Regina offered, before turning to her sister, who was still standing in the middle of the office, tears streaming down her cheeks now that she had realized she had lost and her plan had failed. "Zelena, can you take the bracelet off me, please? After that, we can talk."

She hadn't dared asking for her sister to use her powers herself, scared she would get mad and suddenly change her mind as it would have meant I was basically dead, but against all odds, the young redhead gestured for something, and we found ourselves in the hall of the hospital. I was still in Hook's arms, my breathing jerky because of the pain, and my mom was beside us as well. There was quiet for an endless second as we were trying to process the information, before she said :

"Okay, stay right there, I'm going to get Whale."

She disappeared without adding anything. I wasn't even relieved to finally be at the hospital : sure, it meant the baby had a chance to live, but it was happening way too early. I was scared it was going to suffer, I was scared it was going to die, and I was hating myself so much for not keeping calm when I'd had to, because if I hadn't panicked, it would still have been safe inside of me.

Killian felt my distress without me needing to tell it out loud. With a great gentleness, he carried me to a bench that was placed in a corner, and settled me on it. I immediately took my head in my hands and started to cry, aware my world had just crumbled in front of my eyes. I was so scared our family would be broken and things would never be the same again. Killian sat down next to me, took my hand ans said in a voice muffled by his tears :

"Everything is going to be just fine. We're here now, the baby is going to be okay and healthy, the doctors are going to take good care of the little one. We're going to make it. God, Em', I'm so sorry, you have to live this. You're so brave. I love you, and you're the strongest person I've ever met."

Despite the situation, his words made me feel a little bit better. Without adding anything, he wrapped his arms around me to pull me closer to him, kissing the top of my head and still trying to comfort me every time a contraction was making me sob harder. A few minutes later, Whale ran toward us, bringing with him the hope that, maybe, everything would be okay again.

The doctor had arrived right one time. I had barely put on a hospital grown that they were already taking me to the delivery room. I was dizzy, and couldn't really tell where I was anymore. All that was existing was this terrible pain, and I was trying to focus on Killian's hand wrapped around my own. He was whispering comforting words to my ear, but I couldn't even understand what he was saying. Everything was sounding distorted, as if I was underwater, my brain too foggy to be able to hear normally.

Despite my efforts to comfort myself, I could feel something was going wrong. I could see it at the nurse's frowns and at Whale, who was checking on me all the time to make sure I hadn't fainted. I closed my eyes and focused on the most important thing to do for now : giving birth to my baby. It had to survive and be healthy. It couldn't be otherwise, I wouldn't let it happen. Our family wouldn't be broken, I couldn't believe it, I was refusing to.

"You're doing amazing, darling. It's just for a little bit longer, I know you can do it." Killian whispered, his words finally making sense in my mind.

I felt a drop of sweat streaming down my temple. A red veil was now covering everything around me, and I was feeling like I didn't have any strength left in my body. It's with a courage I didn't know I had left that I managed to obey Whale, who was encouraging me to push one more time. And then, finally the pain stopped and I collapsed on my pillows, trying to catch my breath as the ceiling was spinning above my head.

"It's a girl!" Whale stated, taking the tiny baby in his arms.

I felt Killian's hand squeezing mine, and tears appeared into my eyes. A girl. He wanted a girl. Our little princess, she was there, right in front of us, she was alive.

There was a wonderful second during which a wave of pure happiness rushed over me, because my little girl was there. But, soon, the joy left to be replaced by a huge panic. The room was staying horribly silent. The baby wasn't crying nor breathing. Her skin was slowly turning blue as Whale's face was so pale we could have through he was sick.

My heart got so painful and a horrible nausea made my stomach turn upside down. She wasn't breathing. She wasn't breathing, and she was going to die if we didn't find a solution in the next few seconds. In an impulse, I yelled in a voice shaking from the despair, hoping it would make a miracle happen :

"NO!"

Hook was still holding my hand, but had pulled away a little bit to watch the nurses trying to make our baby breathe. I could see tears streaming down his face as he was witnessing our baby girl being so close to death. Deciding it was enough, I tried to get back up, because my daughter needed her mother beside her to fight. But none of my muscles responded, and I collapsed on the mattress, vaguely hearing a nurse screaming :

"Here, she's losing too much blood!"

Several shadows ran toward me as my sight was getting darker and darker. I looked up to understand what was happening, and whimpered in distress when I saw the amount of blood spread around me on the bed. I briefly turned my head to meet Killian's horrified gaze, who had turned to look at me when he had heard the nurse's scream.

"Emma, please, no!"

I didn't even have the strength to answer him. Black spots invaded everything, and, all at once, an image appeared right in front of me.

It was a ten or eleven-month-old baby, with beautiful clear blue eyes. It was standing on shaky legs, and looked up at me. With a little cry of joy, it made a few steps toward me and landed in my arms, laughing. I understood it was my baby girl I was holding, and tried to keep her close to me to not lose her again, but the vision changed and I couldn't do anything to control what was happening.

A two-year-old little girl was standing, her back to me. She was chasing after a red ball in the park. She eventually caught it, and turned to look at me. She had messy blond hair and big blue eyes. She was stunning, and was looking happy. She burst out laughing and, again, the image disappeared.

The little girl had grown up. She was six or seven years old now. Looking down at a notebook, absent-mindlessly biting a pencil, she was doing her homeworks. Her beautiful blond hair was tied into a long braid in her back. She was looking like a princess She looked up at me and smiled with so much gentleness my heart skipped a beat. In a calm and confident voice, she stated : "Don't be scared, mommy."

Then everything got faster. The images started to scroll while the little girl was growing up, becoming a gorgeous teenager with a proud light shinning in her eyes. I couldn't tell if I was having a vision of my future or if all of this was only a product of my imagination. I didn't know what to think about this, but I couldn't do anything, watching these images without understanding what they were trying to tell me. Finally, the movie stopped. The young woman that was facing me was in her twenties. She had the same blond hair as mine, and was looking like me a lot, but she had Killian's blue eyes and smile. Her chin up, a confident expression on her face, she was looking happy. I reached for her, but the image faded and I got back to reality again.

Baby's cries were now ringing against the walls of the room, but I didn't understand what it meant given the almost unconscious state I was in. I couldn't really see, but I heard Hook's voice begging me as his fingers were running through my drenched hair :

"Swan, no! Emma, come back to me! Please stay with me, fight, you're strong, you can survive this, I know you can... She's alive, our little girl's alive! And she needs her mother! Henry and Liam need you! I need you... Please, my love, I can't lose you..."

His voice broke and I wanted to obey to avoid making him suffer even more because I just wanted him to be happy. I opened my mouth to try and comfort him, but no sound got out. I was feeling captive in my own body, not even feeling the pain anymore. I was slowly collapsing into a soft and painless place, and didn't try to resist the call.

Tired of fighting, I closed my eyes and everything went dark.

Okay, sorry for the other cliffhanger guys! I hope you liked the chapter anyways, and I hope to see you Friday. My journey with the show is now over, but it continues through fanfictions... I hope you'll stay with me during this! :)