Author's note: Just a little smuffy piece to brighten your Sunday!

Disclaimer: Nope.

True Love Squared

This is ridiculous, Emma thought as she reached for the remote. She flicked through the channels trying to find something to watch, but not really seeing anything because she was too annoyed to pay attention.

She was perfectly fine. Sure, she was almost five months pregnant but she wasn't an invalid. Killian was being completely unreasonable.

So what if her magic had been acting up lately? So what if her hormones were all out of whack and making her simultaneously snippy and horny? So what if she craved peanut butter fudge at three o'clock in the morning? She was still the sheriff. And perfectly capable of taking a simple patrol in her perfectly safe police cruiser, thank you very much.

But when her father had called, Killian had kissed her temple and headed out with an admonishment to stay off her feet. When she wasn't in a mood, she could see his adorable concern and protectiveness for her and their child as all kinds of sweet and fatherly and good lord, he really was the most ridiculous idiot she'd ever met.

Unfortunately, right now, all it was was a source of irritation.

She reached for her glass of milk absently; it got all the way to her lips before she realized it was empty. "Damn it," she muttered. Emma waved her hand over it, intending to fill it up (yeah, she could do that now, how awesome was she?) but instead of filling, it overflowed all over her nice coffee table.

"The hell?" She waved her hand over it again, but it wouldn't stop. Frustrated, Emma picked it up and hurried it off to the kitchen sink as quickly as she could considering her increased girth. "Come on, stop. Please?" As abruptly as it began, the overflow stopped. Emma frowned, beyond confused. "Seriously?"

Her magic had been doing odd things like that recently. One moment it was fine, it obeyed her. Then the next it would just be...more, brighter somehow. She hadn't really talked to anyone about it yet; no one except Killian. She was reluctant to admit that she was once again the "uncontrolled magic girl" and have Regina tease her. Mostly, she just hoped it would go away. Surely, it would. Right?

"Emma?"

Emma winced; Killian was home. And surely confused about the trail of milk that led from their living room to the kitchen. "In here!" she called.

He came into the room dangling a bag of Granny's take out from his hook. "What happened? Was it your magic again?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Love, there's a trail of milk running through our living quarters."

Emma sighed, turning on the tap to wash her hands. "All I wanted was a glass of milk." The frequency of her "incidents" was kinda beginning to worry her. What if there was something wrong?

Killian put the bag on the opposite counter. "It's okay, Swan," he said, wrapping his arms over her stomach from behind. "We'll figure it out."

Emma dried her hands on a towel, then covered his hand and hook with hers. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?" Or the baby, she couldn't bring herself to say.

Killian laid his cheek on her shoulder. "There is nothing wrong with you, I'm sure of it. Did anything like this happen with Henry?"

Emma shook her head. "No. But I didn't know I was magical then either." This was completely new territory for her.

"Perhaps it's not you then. Perhaps it's the baby?"

Emma turned in his arms. "You think there's something wrong with our baby?"

"No!" Killian tugged a lock of hair behind her ear. "It's just that...well, you're the Savior, love. The product of True Love and all that." He bit his lip, considering his words. The last thing he wanted was to antagonize her further. "Well, we have True Love, so I was thinking..."

Emma's brow crinkled as she thought about that. "You think our baby's like me?"

He shrugged. "It's a theory."

She thought about all of the odd magic she'd been doing lately. "It's a good theory."

"Shall we test it?"

"How?"

Killian reached up and scratched behind his ear. "Can't say I've really thought that far ahead, love."

Emma rolled her eyes, even though she wasn't annoyed at him anymore. He was there, putting up with all of her insane pregnancy crap, which was a lot more than she got the last time. "How about we eat, and we'll see how the magic thing goes, okay?"

Killian agreed with a smile, helping her clean up her mess and unpack their dinner. Once that was done, they resumed Emma's place in front of the TV. Everything was fine until she shivered, the room cooling now that they sun had set. Without thinking she waved her hand at the fireplace, lighting it as she always did. The fire blazed hot, hotter than usual, before calming back down.

"It doesn't seem to be dangerous," Killian observed. "Just...amplified?"

"Yeah. That's weird, right?"

Killian squeezed her knee. "I've always known you were extraordinary, love. Makes sense that our child would be as well."

"Sweet talker." She elbowed him lightly in the ribs. "How was the patrol?"

"Uneventful. Honestly, you didn't miss anything. Except the prince going on about 'potty training' your brother."

Emma wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Maybe it is better you went then. Yuck."

Killian chewed thoughtfully on a French Fry. "That will be us in a few years, love. Do you think you're ready for that?"

Emma laughed. "I think the more important question is, are you ready for that, Captain?" Emma at least had fake memories of doing such things with Henry. Other than her brother, Killian didn't have much experience with babies.

His face softened into that adoring look he got whenever talk of their family came up. It made her heart squeeze. "I don't know if ready is the right word, but I am very excited to share this experience with you, Emma."

"Even with all the...extra stuff?" If their baby was magical that would be a whole other set of challenges they hadn't anticipated.

"Even then. There's nothing I want more than this family with you, my love."

Emma caught his face in her hands, bringing his lips to hers. The chaste kiss soon turned deeper, hungrier. She pulled away finally, breathing hard. "Good."

Killian hummed softly, dragging his nose over her cheek. "Did you miss me, darling?"

"Maybe. Maybe I was just annoyed with you." She felt a shiver roll down her spine, her body remembering what it was like when he was close to her like this.

"Well, we can't have that now." He nipped at her lips, his fingers threading through her hair. "Am I not allowed to look after my beautiful wife?"

"Is that what you were doing?" She scratched her nails over his scruff, knowing how much that drove him crazy. Suddenly, she was no longer interested in food.

"Aye. And unless I'm much mistaken, my lady needs taken care of right now."

"Then you should absolutely take care of her." She deepened their kiss, pulling him as close as she could, frustrated by her swollen belly. She moaned as his hand slid over her clothed body, pausing to fondle her heavy breast gently. He thumbed her through the fabric, bracing himself as he hovered over her. Heat flooded her as she helped him with her shirt, tugging it impatiently over her head. His mouth latched onto her skin, scruff scratching as she sucked a mark just above her breast.

"Killian..." She squirmed under him, her core hot and aching.

"Shhh, let me, love." He pulled down her pants, underwear and all, leaving her bare from the waist down. He arranged her more comfortably on the couch and moved down between her thighs. She couldn't see him over her belly, but it didn't matter. She could feel his warm breath on her damp skin and she whimpered. Her need often hit her without warning these days, another consequence of her crazy hormones. Killian never complained; in fact, he took great pride in satisfying her.

Carefully, he spread her wide, and Emma reached up to the top of the couch to anchor herself as she shivered in anticipation. He was far too good at this to be real and she knew it.

"Seems you missed me quite a bit," Killian teased, tongue flicking out over her wet flesh.

Emma moaned again, hips wiggling, in no mood to be teased. "Hurry," she pleaded.

Killian heeded her plea, hand and hook holding her in place as he attacked her dripping core. Emma keened, cry tearing from her throat, hands tightening on the couch. Her breathing was reduced to harsh pants as he mouthed her, tongue and lips tormenting her. He sucked on her clit, drawing it between his teeth.

"Fuck!"

She heard Killian laugh, the vibrations going straight through her. But he said nothing, returning to his task until she was a whimpering shaky mess. He ignored her pleas, begging him to let her come, to stop, to do something. The lights flickered ominously in their apartment as her pleasure mounted, sending her higher and higher until the world shattered behind her eyes. Emma screamed, white spots on her eyelids, Killian bringing her back down slowly.

She slumped back against the couch, exhausted. When she opened her eyes, it was dark. "What happened?"

Killian brushed a light kiss to her thigh as he lowered them back to the floor. "I think that was you, love."

"Me?" She blew out all the lights? Her?

"I may have been testing a theory," he admitted sheepishly.

She could barely make out the whites of his eyes in the dark. "A theory, huh?" she panted.

"Aye. Are you angry with me?"

Her skin still buzzed and she felt incredible. How could she be angry when he made her feel that good? "Nope." She reached for his hand. "Perhaps we should test it again though. You know, just to make sure."

His bright smile flashed in the dark. "As you wish."

(When her mother called the following day complaining about the power outage, Emma had to stifle a laugh. Then she offered to babysit her brother to make up for it. What her mother didn't know wouldn't hurt her.)