The Little Miracle

CS Genre: Deleted scene post 6b

Emma smoothed the table cloth once again, then straightened the silverware and wine goblet on Killian's side of the table. She'd gotten out place settings of the fine china her parents had bought them for their wedding, gotten some of Granny's fanciest takeout (her lasagna was her specialty), and purchased some of the finest rum The Rabbit Hole had to offer—although Killian would have to drink it himself tonight.

She wanted this dinner to be perfect.

Emma placed a hand on her flat stomach, smiling to herself as the tears rushed to her eyes once again. They'd wanted this for so long, and it had finally, finally happened.

"Your dad is going to be so excited to find out about you," Emma murmured, caressing her belly slightly.

They'd started trying for a baby just after Henry left on his adventure to realms unknown. Oh they'd talked about starting a family before then. The first time the subject came up was just after the Final Battle. They'd had a family dinner at their house, and Regina had brought a photo album full of Henry's baby pictures.

"Do you think you'd ever want to try again, love?" Killian asked later that evening as they lay together in their bed.

"Try what again?"

"Becoming a mother," he'd said simply.

She'd sucked in a quick breath, her heart racing. "Are you asking for a baby, Killian?"

"Maybe someday when the time is right," he said, and she heard the wistfulness in his voice. "I should like to have a daughter or another son, if you're amenable."

She was quiet for a moment, before leaning over and kissing him. "Killian, I'd love to have a baby with you someday when everything calms down a little; when we both decide the time is right."

And when Henry left the nest, the right time came.

For a few months they threw themselves into their baby-making endeavors with gusto, giddy with excitement now that they'd made the decision to be parents again.

But as month after month Emma was confronted with the fact that, enjoyable though it might have been, their considerable time spent between the sheets hadn't resulted in a little pirate prince or princess, their excitement slowly turned to anxiety.

"What if we can't have kids, Killian?" Emma asked one afternoon.

He'd set down the newspaper he'd been perusing, and took him into his arms. "We'll cross that hurdle if we come to it, Swan," he'd said gently. "Whether or not we ever create another life together, I love you, Emma Swan-Jones. You are my happy ending, and you are all I'll ever need to be perfectly happy. In the meantime, I've read extensively on the subject, and all the books agree; sometimes it can take a number of months for a woman to become with child. Don't lose hope yet."

She'd known he was right, but when a year of trying had resulted in nothing, she'd almost given up hope.

That was, at least, until last week when it suddenly occurred to Emma that her period was late. It had taken her several days to work up the courage to buy a pregnancy test at the Dark Star Pharmacy. If she got her hopes up, only for them to be dashed…

Finally, she'd told herself to stop being an idiot, she made her purchase, and this morning she'd taken the test.

Positive.

She'd spent the day planning the perfect way to tell her husband the amazing news.

"Swan, I'm home," Killian called, stepping through the doorway, and effectively pulling her from her thoughts. "Shall we dine at Granny's this…"

He stopped abruptly, suddenly noticing the elegantly decorated table, complete with lit taper candles. His brows furrowed. "Have I forgotten an anniversary love?"

She laughed, feeling her eyes fill with happy tears yet again. "No, nothing like that. I just thought that tonight would be a good night to celebrate."

"To celebrate what, exactly?"

Emma took Killian's hand and led him to the couch in the front room, and then reached for the box she'd laid on the table. "First, I have a little present for you."

He gave her another odd look, but he shrugged, took the package, sliced through the ribbon with his hook, and peered inside the box.

Emma grinned as he reached in and fingered the tiny black onesie with the words "Daddy's little pirate" embroidered on the front. Killian looked quizzically at the tiny garment for a moment, before sudden understanding lit his eyes. He shot her a wide, disbelieving smile.

"Swan, are you trying to tell me you're with child?" he asked slowly, almost reverently.

Emma took his hand and placed it on her belly, before nodding, the sudden swelling of emotions making words impossible.

His smile widened, and then he pulled her into a long, hard hug. "Emma, I can't believe it! A baby! We're to have a baby!"

"Yeah," she said through her tears. "I just took the test, so I don't know any details. I figure we can go see Whale soon, and then find out when to expect this little one, but Killian, we did it! We made a baby!"

Dinner that night was a joyous affair filled with laughter and love. Their happy beginning had just become perfect.

Notes:

-Happy Once Day! This fic was originally written as a birthday gift for kmomof4. Basically, I just can't get enough of Emma and Killian as parents to be.

-Up next: I had a request to continue this story. Emma and Killian struggle to find the perfect way to let their family and friends know that a little pirate prince or princess is on the way.