Chapter Eight, Happily Ever After

Emma and Killian were relaxing in their home watching a film, while Henry was with Regina for the weekend. It has been two months since they had rescued Killian from the underworld, and now Emma was eight months pregnant. Emma and Killian were very worried because for the last three days, Emma has been getting contractions, and she still had a month to go. But the doctor had assured them that sometimes twins came early. But if her waters haven't broken by this evening they would have to induce her, but it seemed that wasn't going to be necessary as half way through the film her waters broke.

"Killian." Emma gasped as she clenched his shirt in her hand from the pain.

"It's okay my love." Killian said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll just do and get you some clean clothes and the bag. I'll be back in a second." He said pressing another kiss to her forehead and ran up the stairs to their bedroom. He quickly grabbed some fresh underwear, leggings, along with a pair of pumps. Once he had everything he grabbed the hospital bag and raced back downstairs to the living room, only to find Emma trying to clean up the sofa from where her waters broke.

"Emma love. Leave that it's not important, let's just get you into these and to the hospital." Killian said taking the sponge out of his wife's hands and placing it on the coffee table.

He was thankful he hat learnt to drive before the while underworld business as it wouldn't have been fair on Emma to make her drive while in labour.

"Argh! Fuck it hurts." Emma grasper we she clenched her hands into fists. Killian reaches over with his prosthetic hand, placing it over the top of her fist as he tried to offer her as much comfort as he could while concentrating on the road.

"I know love, I know. But deep breaths in and out, Emma. That's it. We're almost there." Killian coaxed.

Five minutes later he was pulling into the hospitals car park and racing around to pick up the bag and stop Emma getting out of the car.

"No love. You stay there I'll be back with a wheelchair." Killian said sternly but kissed her lips lovingly before he ran into the hospital. "I need a wheelchair! My wife is in labour!" Killian shouted. A nurse quickly brought him over a wheelchair while they paged Dr. Brooke. Giving the nurse a brief nod, Killian span on his heel and raced back out of the hospital only to return a moment later with Emma.

"Killian, have you let Henry and everyone know?" Emma asked once another contraction had past.

"Let's just get you into a room first then I'll let everyone know." Killian assured as he followed a nurse down the halls and onto the Maternity Section, and then into a room.

"Okay Emma. I'm nurse May and I'll be helping deliver your babies. Let's get you into this gown and onto the bed so I can see how dilated you are. How far apart are the contractions?" Nurse May asked.

"She's been in labour for three days." Killian informed the nurse with a note of panic in his voice. Emma grabbed his hand gave it a reassuring squeeze as she smiled softly at her husband.

"About ten minutes." Emma answered, once she had changed into the gown and Killian had helped her onto the bed.

Emma knowing what to expect bent her knees up as the nurse covered them with a blanket after putting on some gloves and checked her dilation.

"You're about five centimetres." Nurse May said as she took her gloves off and threw them away. "I'll be bank to check on you in a bit. Would you like some gas and air, or an epidural?" She asked.

"Epidural please." Emma said quickly. She knew from Henry's birth that the gas and air made her feel sick, but she couldn't afford the epidural before. However, this time was different she wasn't in prison, she could give her babies a good, loving home then what she had been able to offer Henry at the time all those years ago. And she wasn't alone.

As if he knew what she was thinking. He always had been able to read her like an open book. Killian sat besides on the bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing a loving kiss to her temple, then her left hand that had her wedding and engagement rings on and then finally her stomach.

"You're not alone this time, love. You are my beautiful wife, who I love and adore. You have a wonderful son who thinks the world of you. You have parents who love and care for you, a little brother who adores you. And you've somehow won over the Evil Queen. What's your secret, love?" Killian asked, making Emma laugh.

"Thank you Killian." Emma Dad as she kissed him lovingly. "I never wanted to give Henry up. It killed me to do it, but I couldn't offer him a good life. I was in prison because Neil framed me and, and I had nowhere I could bring up a baby afterwards I had just gotten out of care when I met Neil." Emma explained sadly as tears ran down her cheeks that Killian wiped away and pressed loving kisses to her cheeks.

" I know love, I know. No one blames you for for that certainly not Henry. He knows you wanted to give him the best chance you could." Killian soothed.

He knew Emma always hated herself for that, no matter what everyone told her.

"You're with Henry now, and he is getting some new siblings, and he has two mothers that love him fiercely, grandparents who adore him and me I love that little man." Killian added. "They all send their love and to keep them updated, and they said they will come when the twins are born so you're not overcrowded." He said after he got a reply back from everyone.

A few hours later Emma was finally ready to push as she was fully dilated. As she squeezed Killian's hand and pushed when she was told to do, the lights started flickering like they did during Henry's birth because of her powers.

"That's it Emma. One more big push and you'll meet your first baby." Dr. Brooke coaxed.

"You're doing so well, love." Killian praised as he kissed her sweaty forehead, not caring at all. All he cared about was helping his wife anyway he could. Emma screamed as she pushed with the next contraction and a moment later a baby's cry wrench the air.

"Congratulations it's a boy." Dr Brooke said. Killian smiled pressing a kiss to Emma's forehead before he cut the cord. Nurse May took him away for a moment so she could clean him up and dressed him in the blue babygrow that read, 'Mummy's little Prince.'

"There we go he's a perfectly healthy little boy, weighing 6 lb 7. "Nurse May said as she wrapped him in a blue blanket and placed him in Emma's arms. "What are you going to call him? "She asked as Killian sat back besides Emma after taking a picture of the two of them.

"Liam Regan Jones." Killian answered. "Well done, love. "He said as he kissed Emma's temple lovingly, then Liam's little head.

Ten minutes later the contractions started again, as Liam's twin wanted to join him in the world. Several exhausting minutes later Emma pushed out her third child, breaking a few of the lights, as a baby's cry filled the air once again. "Congratulations it's a girl." Dr Brooke congratulated once again, as Emma smiled tiredly as Killian cut the cord on their third child.

After she had been cleaned up and all her measurements and weight has been taken like her brother. Nurse May dressed her in a pink babygrow that read, 'Daddy's little Princess.'

"She is perfectly healthy, a little smaller than her brother at 6 lbs, but that's to be expected." She said as she placed her in Emma's arms, Liam now asleep in the cot besides the bed. "What are you going to name her?" Nurse May asked with the second certificate ready.

"Airyanna Rea Jones." Emma answered as she smiled at her beautiful daughter who had Killian's dark hair and chin, but with her curls, nose, face shape and green eyes. Liam however, looked exactly like his father but with her blonde hair, which looked striking with his father's blue eyes.

"She's beautiful like her mother. Well done, love." Killian said as he kissed her cheek and then Airyanna's little head.

"And Liam is handsome just like his father." Emma said smiling happily at Killian. "I love you."

"I love you too Emma." Killian said happily as he picked up his son after taking a picture of mother and daughter. He sat besides his wife as she rested against him completely exhausted from bringing their children into the world. He had never thought he would get his happily ever after, but here with his wife and two of his three children, he would have to say that he had it now and he was not letting go of it no matter what. All they needed was Henry and they would be complete.

After all, a pirate found his Happily Ever After in a Princess and the Saviour. Who would have thought it.

The End!