prompt: emma's pregnant and killian suspects it before she does
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When Emma enters the house, she makes a beeline for the couch and lies down, her eyes closing on a grateful relieved sigh. She's exhausted and she's famished and all she wants to do is curl up right here on the couch and forget that she's the savior of this town, responsible for everyone's Happy Ending.
Sometimes she forgets that she's allowed to indulge in her own happiness and rest like Killian and her parents are always telling her to.
Killian closes the door as he enters the home and removes his boots, ever the rule-follower, before shuffling into the room.
He sighs as he draws closer to her and she knows why. She'd dropped her coat on the floor and kicked off her own shoes as Henry would. She's heard the pirate exasperated over a number of things, but getting on their backs about maintaining order in their home is something he gets the most exasperated about.
"Like mother like son, I suppose," he ultimately says.
She cracks open an eye. "I'm exhausted."
Instead of berating her, which he probably never could bring himself to doing, his lips curl upward and he gets a little twinkle in his eyes. "Aye, love, I know." He approaches the side of the couch and eases the throw blanket over her body.
"Hungry, too," she murmurs.
He hums. "Anything in particular you'd like?"
"Pasta," Emma states. "And Pop Tarts."
The words barely fall from her lips when she fades into sleep and she isn't sure if she even said them at all.
She wakes up when she hears laughter.
Henry and Killian are in the kitchen laughing and talking animatedly when she opens her eyes.
She feels groggy, so she curls her legs closer to her body and lifts the blanket toward her chin, sighing as she closes her eyes but keeps her ears open.
"Do you think you'll do it?" Henry asks.
"I think it's a good idea if you do."
"Yeah. It definitely is." There's a pause. "Do you think she's okay? She's been sleeping a lot lately."
Emma hears the water running and she presumes the boys must be doing dishes. The water shuts off.
"I'm sure she'll be fine, Henry. Nothing to be worried over. She's got a lot on her plate, as always."
Henry hums. "Okay."
They do dishes in silence and Emma's stomach growls, so she rises, keeping the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She shuffles into the kitchen and draws her pirate's attention immediately.
"Ah," he grins, shutting off the water. He takes the hand towel to dry his hands. "Feeling better?"
Emma shrugs. "I'm starving."
Henry moves to grab something from the stovetop and she's immediately ushered to the dining table with a plate of pasta and another or Pop Tarts before her.
"Did you already eat?" she asks, looking up at the two men in her life. Henry bobs his head. She does realize that it's dark out, now that she's in the moment rather than exceedingly groggy.
"It's almost ten," Henry says. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Emma insists. She takes a forkful of pasta and eats.
She catches a whiff of something then that sends her stomach tossing. She sets her fork down and lifts her hand to her nose.
"What's wrong?" Killian asks, his brow furrowed.
"Are you wearing cologne, Henry?"
Her son shifts on his feet and reaches up to scratch behind his ear. "Erm… yes?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, but it smells terrible."
Killian looks confused as he smells the air. "I don't smell it."
Emma shrugs, wincing slightly at him. "I guess my nose is more sensitive than yours?"
Henry frowns. "I'll go take a shower. It's bed time anyway. See ya in the morning, guys."
"Aye," Killian smiles warmly, though his eyes are still concerned. "Good night, Henry."
Henry looks at Emma and she smiles apologetically. "Night, kid. Sorry we couldn't spend more time together tonight."
"That's okay. I hope you feel better tomorrow, Mom."
Emma watches as her son walks away and physically relaxes when the scent leaves the room. She looks down at her plate as his feet hit the stairs and Killian pulls out the chair beside her to sit.
She has another forkful of pasta, then a sip of water, and then the other shoe drops.
"Emma, you've been acting quite different for a few days now," Killian says lowly. "And I've started to think it might be that you're- perhaps you could be-"
Emma blinks at him as he hesitates. He reaches for her hand and she easily tangles her fingers with his.
"You've been quite fatigued lately and you've got cravings," he says in a gentle manner, "and you're sensitive to smells- not just Henry, there have been other things- and you got sick this morning- and again this afternoon." Her eyes widen. She thought she'd been discreet about that. "And I'm concerned that perhaps- it's not the flu or a cold."
It's as if a light switch goes off in her mind and she finally sees clearly. Her eyes widen slightly. "Killian do you think I'm-?"
He clearly doesn't know what to say, so he just opens his mouth and smiles at her slightly, his eyes getting that sweet bright excitement. "I dunno, love. All I know is that you're showing some very specific symptoms that aren't very typical for you."
She blinks at him. "Okay. Well-" She turns to her meal, then cringes. "I just got nauseous."
"Perhaps you should go lie down."
"Or maybe I should go to the store." He gives her a confused look. She just presses her hand against his shoulder and takes a deep breath. "I'll explain pregnancy tests to you when I get back. In the meantime, can you just-"
All he needs is one glance down at her plate for him to understand. He nods and takes her plates, rising as she does.
It's quite something buying a pregnancy test at almost midnight and she almost panics when she realizes that it's quite possible that within the hour her mother will hear word of her purchase, but then she gets a wave of nausea and sucks it up in order to finish her task.
When she gets home, Killian is pacing around nervously, practically making holes in the hardwood floor.
She sighs as she steps inside and holds up the box. "Okay. I'll go pee on the stick and then we'll know."
If he's confused, he doesn't show it. He just nods and follows her toward the bathroom in the hall.
It's better than the first time she took a pregnancy test, that much is certain. At least this time she's relatively prepared.
As soon as she's done and the test is sitting on the sink counter, she opens the door and grabs Killian by the hand, yanking him into the bathroom so she doesn't have to do this alone.
"The test takes a few minutes."
Killian cringes slightly when she explains the details and so does she, shaking her head and wringing her hands as she starts pacing around.
She turns around and her pirate lifts his eyebrow at her, tilting his head as a slow smile spreads on his face.
"What?" she asks, sighing and dropping her arms to her sides.
He steps inward, wrapping her up in a hug that she readily accepts. Her eyes shut as she buries her face in his neck.
"It's nothing we can't handle, love," he whispers. "We're in this together."
Emma squeezes her eyes tighter shut and relaxes into him, holding her breath as her heart races.
When she steps away from him, she intentionally keeps her gaze away from the sink and instead meets his eyes firmly, her heart stuttering anxiously.
"What will it say if you're expecting?"
"Two lines," she murmurs. "One if I'm not."
He nods. He doesn't look away from her and she's glad for it, glad for his stability.
Emma sucks in a breath. "Okay. I'm gonna look." But she doesn't. She can't yet.
Killian's hand strokes up and down her arm and he smiles reassuringly at her. "Whatever it says, I'm not leaving your side, Emma."
She knows he's not. She's known he's here for quite some time. Emma runs her palms down against his chest until she feels his heart.
"I love you," she tells him. "And I want this."
"I love you too," He smiles, taking her hand to kiss her knuckles lightly. "I don't think it would be the worst thing in the world if we had to try again."
Emma laughs through her nose and nods. "Yeah."
They stand there lingering for a few seconds and Emma determinedly turns, grabbing the test as she releases a pent up breath.
She stares at it for a few moments before Killian speaks up, his voice quiet and slightly nervous, "How many lines?"
"Two."
