So there's some time jumps in here. I might do a collection of one-shots afterwards with missing moments! So if there is anything you would like to see leave a comment!

Emma tapped her foot nervously as she waited in the hospital waiting room, she remembers doing this with Henry, except at the time she had handcuffs on and was alone except a bored police officer.

Now, she was free. And holding the father of her child's hand. She smiled softly as she noticed Killian looking around the room in a mix of wonder and confusion.

"You okay?' She asked quietly. She knew that this was scary for him. She had spent 2 hours trying to explain what a sonogram was and how it wouldn't hurt the baby.

He nodded, glancing back at her before tilting his head to the room.

"This isn't too different from the one in Storybrooke." He said softly. Emma nodded.

"Exactly the same. All hospitals tend to look a little similar." She shrugged.

Her name was called and she laid back on the bed, lifting her shirt up as the nurse began to examine her. She let out a small breath, memories of her experiences with Henry flooding her mind. She shook her head. It was different this time. She nudged Killian who was glaring at the device poking her stomach.

"Look at the screen." She whispered softly, pointing up at the screen, after a moment a deep low noise began to emit from the speak. Killian gasped, eyes wide.

"Good strong heart." The nurse smiled. "Would you like to know the sex?"

"Yes please." Emma breathed as the nurse moved the probe around.

"Little girl." The nurse smiled. Emma heard Killian gasp next to her.

"Can you see her?" Emma asked, "Just there.'

Killian nodded, a wide smile on his face. "She's… She is so small!"

The nurse laughed. "Very small, but growing well." She said, offering to print a picture.

Emma squeezed his hand. She was trying to ignore the dread in her heart, the idea of this innocent little girl having to battle a curse.

Right now, she can be happy in the moment.

8 months later

"You okay love?"

"Just tired." She sighed, laying back on the sofa. Her whole body aching. "Little one is using my bladder as a bouncy castle" she rubbed her stomach lightly.

"Well, that won't do." Killian knelt next to her. "Hey, baby girl. Stop tormenting your mother. She's done a fine job keeping you safe and warm for 9 months, give her a break." He said soothingly, his hand resting on Emma's. Laughing as he felt a little kick.

"She was either agreeing with you or telling you to fuck off." Emma laughed, moving to sit up and letting Killian shift behind her, rubbing her shoulders lightly. Killian laughed. "A baby would never use such language." Emma hummed softly.

"Who knew Captain Hook would give amazing massages." Emma groaned, her eyes falling closed.

"All in the hook love." He smirked. Kissing her neck softly. Emma giggled.

"Don't even think about it." She murmured softly.

"What?" Killian said innocently.

"You know sex this late in the game will probably cause labor. So no." Killian sighed dramatically.

"Not my fault you look beautiful today." Emma laughed loudly.

"I haven't seen my feet in 4 months."

"And the look suits you love." Emma's heart melted slightly.

"I love you." She leaned back into his arms, her eyes drifting to the sapling on the coffee table, now a small tree full of leaves.

"I love you. And the little pirate too..."

"Killian," Emma whispered eyes widening.

"I know she is a princess! she can be bo-."

"Look!" Killian turned his head, just in time to see one of the leaves fall.

"What does that…"

Emma let out a cry as a sharp pain ripped through her. Feeling her pajama bottoms get drenched. As she leaned forward, cradling her stomach as she let out a pained gasp.

"Emma, love?"

"I think my waters just broke."

'Oh…" Killian frowned before jumping up "Bloody hell! What do we do?"

"Nothing for the moment. Grab my phone? You need to time my…. Ah," Emma winced as she stroked her stomach, breathing heavily.

She felt Killian's hand on her back, hushed whispers in her ear as the pain eased.

"Killian." She closed her eyes, picturing the last time she had given birth, how scared she was. How alone she was.

"I…" Fear gripped her. How could she protect her daughter from the curse? How could she be a good mother when she is raising her to be alone as her parents are cursed, like she was.

"Emma. It's okay." Killian said gently. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"You will when we are cursed." She whispered, her hand tightening on his.

"And we will find each other. Like always." He soothed. "Now. One thing at a time. Our little ones ready to come out isn't she? Let's focus on meeting our daughter."

"Who knew that you would be the calm one?" Emma laughed breathlessly.

"Believe me, love, inside I'm panicking." He huffed as he helped her stand. "Are you sure we're not better in a hospital…'

"No hospital.' Emma shook her head. Not after Henry. She couldn't.

"Okay, ill call the baby doctor.'

Emma laughed "midwife."

"That's the one!"

Emma laid on the bed, breathing heavily.

"Killian. If you dare tell me to breathe one more time I'm going to kill you!" She shouted, hair slicked with sweat as she felt another contraction.

"You are doing great Emma." Kimberly, her midwife had told her. "One more push and the head will be out."

"Nuh huh." She grunted as Killian offered his hand. "I'm not stupid. I'm not squeezing your prosthetic hand." She grabbed his other hand. "If I'm in pain you can be to- Ah!"

"Bloody hell Swan!"

Emma let out a scream, Kimberly encouraging her.

"Heads done Emma. Come on, dig deep, one more push."

"I can't." She shook her head.

"You are bloody amazing Swan. Come on. You can do it."

Emma gripped Killian's hand tightly as she screamed.

A baby's cry. Emma collapsed against the pillows as she breathed heavily. Killian stroking her hair.

"You did it. She's beautiful... You're beautiful." He breathed as Kimberly cleaned up their daughter, bringing her over and placing her in Emma's arms. Emma let out a laugh.

"Remind me to get your eyes checked." She panted, looking down at her baby daughter. Tears streaming down her face.

"She's beautiful." Emma agreed tearfully.

"Thought of a name for the little one?"

"Hope," Emma whispered. "Hope Jones."

It was Hope Jones first birthday, a quiet affair, after their visit to the Dragon, they had sailed the Jolly Roger to Portman and got a small cottage on the seafront, Killian often took Henry on the sea, and Hope loved to sit on the beach and eat sand. Henry was enrolled into school under a fake name. Harry Jones, Killian stayed home with Hope, while Emma continued her work as a bail bonds person, she was just a lot careful about what cases she took to ensure no one found out where she was.

"I wish everyone could be here," Henry said softly, watching Killian help Hope open her presents.

"She won't remember anyway," Emma told him, a tight smile on her face. She missed her family, she wondered what they would have done, once again. They are missing out on a loved one's life.

"Yeah, but you will." He smiled before walking over to Hope and lifting her up. Emma frowned. Opening her mouth to ask what he meant when Killian was in front of her.

Down on one knee.

Emma gasped, her hands covering her mouth as tears filled her eyes.

"Yes!" She said quickly. Henry laughed.

"He's meant to ask you first mom." Emma giggled, wiping her eyes and nodding.

"Sorry. Continue." She waved her hand, Killian laughed at her before taking a deep breath.

"Swan. I have been in love with you for 3 years. Ever since that day on the beanstalk. I was a stubborn fool then, it was only when we shared our first kiss I knew there would be no one else. No one else would ever compare to you. I know life is uncertain. But I want you to know one thing you can always be certain of is me. Is us, all of us." He looked over to Henry and Hope. He smiled nervously.

"What do you say, Swan? Marry me?"

"Yes! Yes!" She jumped at him, Killian laughed and fell back, ending up as a crumpled heap on the floor. Through the kisses and hugs exchanged, her eyes glanced over at the tree. Only a few leaves had fallen.

They had time.

It was Hopes's third birthday when, as they were singing happy birthday, the candles on her cake went out. Everyone froze.

"She… that was magic… right?" Henry asked slowly.

"Could have been the wind." Killian breathed. A moment later the candle relit itself.

"Birthday again!" Hope giggled, her hands waving excitedly.

"How? We're in a land without magic?" Emma frowned, looking at her own hand. Reaching inside her to grasp at her magic.

Nothing.

"I… I don't know." Henry frowned. Emma smiled tightly and stroked Hope's hair.

"It's still your birthday." She said softly "Isn't that right..." She frowned as she realised it was just her and Henry.

"Killian?" Emma turned, Killian had walked out into the garden, sitting on the porch steps.

"I got her," Henry said, lifting Hope into his arms. Emma smiled, Henry, now 16. Had been an amazing big brother to Hope. Who adored her brother. She kissed Henry's forehead, laughing as he pulled a face, before going and sitting next to her husband. Killian was staring at the sea, his face etched in a frown as his eyes were narrowed. She took his hand softly, pressing a kiss to his fingers.

"I know." She said softly. "I do."

"Every year that passes, is another year until we lose her."

"And she will find us again. Like Henry found me. Like I found my parents."

"It's just…. Now it's getting real, she has magic. Before. I could pretend it wasn't happening. Maybe the dragon was wrong." Killian said thickly. Shaking his head. Emma sighed sadly and Emma nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder, his arm pulling her closer.

"Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, just to make sure that the leaves are still on," Emma admitted, both turning to the small tree. Only 10 leaves left.

They were running out of time.

Hope's 5 birthday.

Emma laughed as she watched Hope and Henry run around the garden. Killian wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"You really had to get her a sword?" She giggled, twisting her head and pressing a kiss to his cheek before looking back at their children playing happily.

"She's the daughter of a pirate. Of course. It's not real anyway." Killian shrugged as he kissed her neck.

"Well, they're playing Kings and Pirates."

"Which ones which?"

"I think Hope is the pirate." Emma smiled, even though Henry had his 18 birthday three months ago, and always rolled his eyes when Hope asked him to play, she could see how happy he was. Even if he had to lose to a five-year-old.

"Now that's not fair, a king against a pirate with no backup!" Killian smirked before rushing out, picking up a wooden sword as he did so. Emma laughed loudly as he scooped Hope onto his shoulders.

She glanced at the tree. Heart constricting as the last leaf was now gone, leaving the tree bare. Killian had woke her up to the sight this morning. They had held each other as they cried, both grieving the precious time that had now lost. They both decided to wait until tomorrow, let Hope have one more birthday. Emma wiped a stray tear from her face, forcing her emotions down as she too rushed out of the house, also brandishing a wooden sword as she stood beside Henry. Royalty against pirates.

They had run out of time.