The cravings and sickness were seriously getting to her and she hoped it wasn't what she feared. But her symptoms weren't helping her one bit. Today Henry had school, and what if she can convince Killian to stay home and make her breakfast?

"Emma," her eyes shot open to see Killian's blue ones, "you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," what was she unconsciously doing? "Everything's fine. Can I drive Henry to school?"

"I—" Killian hesitated. "I don't think its best. I mean you sound like a dying whale half the time now, what's wrong?"

"I'm only hoping it's not an insult," Emma huffed, pulling a lock of hair from her face and sat up, supporting her body with her left hand. "I'm perfectly fine. And I'm quite sure I don't sound like a dying whale when I sleep, thanks every much."

"How would you know?" he asked glancing at the clock, 7 sharp, "You haven't heard yourself, have you. Want me to record it so you would know?"

"Actually, I think I'm good," Emma sighed and pulled herself up and into the kitchen. "Make me breakfast," she commanded and after a glare coming from Killian, she added, "please."

"Usually," Killian placed a soft kiss on her lips, "it's the other way around. The girl makes the food and the guy commands her."

"Too bad," Emma replied crossing her arms and pulled up a chair. Where was Henry? "Henry! Wake up!"

"I'm right here," she turned to see Henry standing by the door and leaning on the frame. "What are you making?" Henry walked to Killian and ignored Emma completely. Rude.

"Just food, since your mom thinks the woman commands the man in relationships," Killian sighed and cracked the eggs and pulled out the bacon. "Smell good?" he asked as she breathed in the smell and let out a sigh.

"Of course," Emma stood up and made her way towards the smell; Henry walked past her with a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and waffles. "Do I get some?" she asked, placing her chin on his shoulder as he cooked.

"Naw," he replied sarcastically, a grin on his face as he pulled out two plates and placed scrambled eggs, bacon, and waffles on them. "Here," he held it out to her as he made his way to the table.

"Mom! Dad! I'm going to be late; who's driving me?" Henry jumped up and washed his hands running upstairs to grab his pack and came back. "Hello?"

"Both of us," Killian grunted and pulled Emma up after him. No. Stay home. Killian, don't come with me. Please.

"I'm perfectly capable of driving on my own, Killian," Emma said, following Henry out to the car, but he ran after her and held her hand. "Killian," she said shakily, turning to go to the driver's seat but Killian didn't let her for he rushed and entered. "You little..." Emma didn't finish that sentence and pulled open the door and sat down.

"Need to go somewhere?" Killian asked and Emma nodded. If he was going to keep being the insufferable little bitch he was being right now, then Emma would never be able to do it.

"Yea; just there," Emma pointed to the drug store and Killian swerved into the parking. "Stay."

"I'm not a dog. And I'm not going to follow that order. Just buy what you need and come on out, you get two minutes," Killian replied stubbornly. He knew what she was going to do and he wanted to be there. Emma was sure of it. "Tick tock," he said and Emma sighed rushing out and into the store to buy the pregnancy test.

"So," Killian wasn't even surprised when she came back with the box in her hands, unopened. "Are you going to?"

"No, I bought this for no reason," Emma rolled her eyes at Killian and sat down, her hands shaking as she tried to open it. It took her a few tries to actually open it, actually; Killian had yelled at her to hurry because someone was getting impatient. She didn't know who was, though. She turned it in her hands and followed the instructions and pulled it back and stared at it; waiting for the results.

She was surprised, but then she wasn't when two pink lines appeared; she still froze in shock though. Emma dropped it and looked up at Killian who picked it up and just stared at her. Emma was going to say something—but the words couldn't leave her mouth; just at that moment, Killian dropped it and roughly cupped her cheeks and pulled her into a kiss.

"What—what was that for?" she asked unsteadily as he pulled away.

"You know why," he said, turning away. "Put on your seatbelt, we're going home."

"But—" Emma didn't—couldn't finish her sentence, "aren't you?" Emma couldn't say anything for a while, or finish her sentence out loud: aren't you mad at me? Aren't you going to leave me? Aren't you going to yell at me? Why are you not yelling at me? Wouldn't you be mad?

Killian parked the car and rushed out to help her. "I don't need any—I'm fine."

"I think not," he replied as he shut the door and swoop in to kiss her cheek. "Your pregnancy test doesn't say so."

"Wouldn't you be mad? Wouldn't you leave me?" the words slipped out of Emma's mouth as they were halfway to the door. He looked at her puzzled; Killian had no intention of leaving her, did he?

"Why would I–" Killian just stopped there and pulled her into the house and led her to sit on the bed. There, they just sat down criss cross applesauce and faced each other. Emma didn't know what was going to happen, so she just stayed quiet as he played with her hand, twining it and then stopped to kiss her knuckles. "What makes you think I would?"

"It's just—" Emma looked down at her feet. "I thought you would. And you would... you know." Emma didn't need to tell him what you know meant; she was quite she he knew. I thought you would be mad at me. I thought you would leave me.

Killian wiped away the tears that streaked down on her face she wasn't aware of. He shushed her, pulling her into a warm embrace; Emma heard his—or was it her heart?—pounding and she let out a shaky breath, resting her head on his chest.

The door swung open to a screaming Ruby: "Are you ready!?" she shouted and Emma lifted up her head a little to see Ruby and dropped it back to its original position and she let her fingers curl on his chest. "Something wrong?" this time her tone was soft and comforting.

"She's just tired," Killian lied—well, it wasn't actually a lie, she was kind of short of tired. He turned to confirm the comment and rubbed her back in comforting circles. Killian wrapped his arm tighter around her before letting her fall flat on her back and pulled the blanket halfway up her body. "It's best to give her some peace," Killian looked back a smile grazed on his lips as he and Ruby walked out and closed the door.

"What's wrong?" they were talking right outside the door; so much for peace and quiet. Emma decided to listen into their conversation, since their suggestions clearly told her she was supposed to.

"Nothing," Killian said kind of sort of shakily; you are an actor. Why aren't you better at that?

"Surely she's not—" Ruby froze. "Is she?"

"That's something you don't need to know," Killian replied and Emma could feel him cross his arms.

"She is," Ruby gasped.

"Shush!" Killian pried the door open to see her sitting up with her arms crossed. "You actually think I'll sleep this easily? Try harder, dude."

"So much for the pirate outfit ideas," Ruby sighed, jumping on the bed. "So what now? All you have left is dresses, change the date of the wedding, or postpone it until after she—he's—it's born."

Emma blinked, "I really liked the pirate idea though."

"So then you're changing the date of the wedding?" Ruby asked, pulling out her phone. "To when?"

"Are you texting people the invitation?" Emma asked, wrinkling her brow. Weddings should be done traditionally. You know? With paper and normal stuff, not technology. "'Cause, normally it's done traditionally,you know?"

"I know," Ruby looked up at her and Killian plopped down next to Emma and snaked his arm around her waist. "Just telling Mary Margret, David, Victor and Ruth the news."

"Give it a few minutes and my phone would be ringing and I would have a whole bunch of texts," Emma muttered under her breath and Killian laughed. And she was right. Her phone rang a few minutes later when everyone was done of being shocked and she had received quite a few texts from—well, everybody technically. "Hello?"

"Emma!" it was David.

"Yes?"

"Congratulations!" the word was sang by Mary Margret, David, Ruth, Ruby and—Victor? He sang?

"I—yeah; thank you." Emma replied. "See you."

"Wait are you changing the date you your wedding?"

"I don't know," Emma admitted. "I'll tell you if I do." She clicked end call before they can say anything else and let her head rest on Killian's shoulder. "So are we postponing it or changing it to like... next week?"

Emma eyed Killian who just shrugged, "I mean if you want it before you give birth, yes. Or have a swollen stomach, yes. But," he shrugged again. "It's your choice, really."

"Private, small wedding?" Ruby asked and Emma nodded. "Still pirates or no?"

"I don't really care," Emma and Killian replied at the same time. "I mean it's okay if it is; but it's also okay if it isn't," Emma clarified. "You know?"

"Yeah, sure," Ruby looked down at her phone. "Next Sunday? At that one church where Mary Margret got married?"

"Er sure?" Emma shrugged, "I guess that means no pirate."

"You want pirate?"

"I don't care."

"You just—I just—oh screw it. I'm not renting the ship, for your information, nor am I getting your outfits," Ruby informed clapping her hands together. "I'll send out the invites. Text me who, Emma."

"Alright," Emma waved and Ruby left; a few minutes the door opened. "Who's that?"

"Beats me," Killian shrugged.

"Aren't you going to get it?"

"Naw."

"KILLIAN YOU COME DOWN HERE AND GREET ME!" it was Graham.

"Why won't you come up here and greet me," Killian countered and Graham entered a minute later with Milah. "Are you two..." he didn't need to finish the sentence for they both shook their head. "Not wrong with being curious, you know," Killian shrugged. "Needed something?"

"I was wondering if you had your wedding yet," Graham replied and Emma wrinkled her brow. You came here and dragged Milah just for this?

"No, I would invite you and you came here for this?"

"Well yeah."

"You could've called," Killian pointed out.

"Well—I lost your number," Killian raised an eyebrow and Graham sighed. "I mean I wanted to check up on you and—" this time it was Emma who raised her brow. "You know what—never mind, adios, bye. Thank you for your time and thank you for not banging when I walked in."

Emma let out a laugh and he looked back at her, confused. "We wouldn't be any time soon, so you don't have to worry."

"And I thought you weren't taking things slow," Graham sighed, putting his hands on his hips.

"We aren't we—" Killian stopped. "Yea, adios, bye; see you at the wedding."

"Hey kid," Emma greeted as Henry hopped to sit on the passage seat. "How was school?"

"It was pretty normal; who knew that teachers would give us this much homework?"

"Wait until you hit college," Emma replied, "you don't even want to know how much homework you get then. How's Grace?"

"Oh. I don't really care. She's alright, I guess," Henry shrugged.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, it's just I don't think she likes me anymore."

"Oh Henry," Emma sighed, making a left. "What makes you think that?"

"She had her eyes on this other guy, whatever his name was."

"And you still like her?"

"I don't know how to stop," Henry confessed and Emma sighed. She was going to give him advice—about love—life, whatever, and she was terrible at stuff like this.

"You have to focus on what's bad about her," she stated; she read that online somewhere when she was younger trying to get over Neal.

"There's nothing bad about her," Henry threw his hands up in desperation. "She only has flaws. The way her hair blows in the wind. The way she talks. The way she acts. The way she prances around. She always gets good grades. She always makes bad things happy. Oh god..."

"When you're in love with somebody, you only focus on their flaws, not their weakness or what's bad about them," Emma said—it was something she read online too. All her life quotes and intellectual quotes about love and all that shit came from online.

"I guess. I just need to know how to stop."

"I can't help you," Emma replied shortly and parked the car. "Come on. I heard Killian was making something good."

The two of them walked in to see a banner hung up high, saying Congratulations. "Congrats on what?" Henry asked, but brows wrinkling. Oh, right. She was supposed to tell him.

"Girl," it was Ruby's voice and she, Mary Margret and Ruth raised their hands.

"Boy," Victor argued and he, David and Henry put his hand up. You don't even know what they're talking about. "See, even Henry agrees and he doesn't even know what we're talking about."

"Emma!" the girls almost knocked her down into a hug. "Girl or boy?"

"It's only like a week, Ruby. I have no clue."

"I mean what do you think?"

"Girl," Emma shrugged and Ruby smiled in victory. "It's a tie. Killian has to vote."

"Everything ends up with me, doesn't it?" he sighed, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'd like a girl."

"WE BEAT YOU!" Ruby shouted and Henry held up his hand and she stopped. When did Ruby listen to eleven year olds?

"What is this even about? I mean hopefully it isn't what I think it is."

"Do you want a sister or brother, lad?" Killian strode over to Emma and draped his arm around her shoulder.

"Oh no you don't," Henry sighed and buried his face in his hands. "I want a sister."

"And you just lost a vote," Mary Margret announced in victory and everyone laughed.

"Debate time is over. Time to celebrate," Ruth clapped her hands together and Emma just saw the food on the table behind her. "Dig in."

A/N: So... next chapter is the last one. It's the wedding and the epilogue. :) Thank you for reading you lovely beans :)

Edit: Sorry for late update. I didn't have internet. i deserve a reward, don't you think?