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Father's Day

Killian woke up just as the Sun rose, just like he did every morning on the Jolly Roger. Of course, he woke before Emma and was awake for an hour or two before she woke; but he didn't mind. He loved being able to just hold Emma in his arms and gaze at his love.

The past couple weeks hadn't been very kind to Emma. She had restless nights and threw up constantly. She was always tired and had looked unnaturally pale. Last night had been the first restful night Emma had had for weeks. She had gone to bed pretty early last night, Killian insisting on it. So Killian assumed she would wake up early this morning, but since she hadn't gotten very much sleep lately, she might sleep for a while.

Around ten A.M., Emma finally began to wake up.

Her eyes fluttered open and she let out a small yawn.

Killian kissed her head. "Morning, love."

Emma smiled as her gaze rested on Killian. "Morning."

"Did you have a good sleep?"

"Yeah. I did." She began to sit up, but Killian held her in place.

"What are you doing, love?"

Emma looked up at him. "I'm getting up because it's a special day today."

He quirked a brow. "It is?"
Emma nodded. "Yes."

"What day is today?"

"I can't tell you."
Killian chuckled. "Alright, okay."

Emma sat up, this time without Killian stopping her. "Now, you're going to stay up here until I say you can come downstairs, okay?"

Killian sat up. "Why?"

Emma gave him a quick kiss. "Because I said so." She stood up and walked out of the room.

The first year they were married, Emma and Henry had planned an amazing Father's Day for Killian. He had loved it; but ever since Henry had been in the Enchanted Forest, Father's Day hadn't been the same. Emma always planned something for it anyway. Most of the days had been spent on the Jolly Roger or in the living room, watching a movie Killian had never seen.

This year, though, was going to be something special. Emma had spent the past couple weeks planning the ultimate Father's Day for Killian. She had found out, about three weeks ago, some very big news. She planned on making this day special. A day they would never forget.

Emma made some breakfast: pancakes and grapefruit. Emma still refused to have boiled mackerel, but she was fine with grapefruit.

After about twenty minutes, Emma went upstairs to bring Killian downstairs. She found him reading a book.

She walked over to him and took the book from him, placing his bookmark in it. "Come on, Killian. Breakfast time."

Killian smiled. He stood up and pulled Emma into a hug.

Emma laughed. "What are you doing?"

"Hugging my wife. Is that such a crime?"

"No, but I've only been downstairs for twenty minutes."

"Only twenty minutes? It felt like eternity."

Emma playfully pushed him away. "Stop being ridiculous. Come on." She grabbed his hand and they walked downstairs together.

"Grapefruit and pancakes," Killian observed. "No boiled mackerel?" He smirked.

Emma shook her head. "Never. I will never taste that disgusting food again."

Killian put his hand and hook on Emma's waste. "It isn't that bad. After centuries of eating it for breakfast, you come accustomed to it."

"Yeah, but I didn't spend centuries eating it for breakfast." She poked his chest. "You did."

Killian chuckled. "Fair point."

They sat down and ate breakfast in a comfortable silence. Once they finished breakfast, Emma took Killian's plate, much to his dismay, and put it into the sink.

While she was washing the plates off, Killian came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He set his chin on her shoulder. "What are we going to do the rest of the day, love?"

"Well," Emma said, continuing to clean the dishes, "I'm going to finish cleaning up breakfast and then… well, I can't tell you that."

Killian pouted. "Why not?"

"Because," she mused. She finished cleaning the plates and turned around in Killian's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Now, let's go get ready for the day and we can do what's next."

"Killian? Killian, where are you?" Emma asked as she walked downstairs.

"I'm in the living room, love," Killian called.

Emma smiled and walked into the living room. Killian was sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. She sat down next to him. "Are you okay?"

He looked at her. "Aye. I was just waiting for you, love."

Emma nodded. "Well, are you ready to go?"

"Go where?"

"We're going to the beach," Emma said. "Come on." Emma jumped up and put her hand out towards Killian.

Killian chuckled and took Emma's hand, standing up. "What are we going to do there?"

Emma walked to the door and slipped her shows on. "Remember our anniversary last year?"

Killian nodded as he slipped his shoes on. "Aye."

Emma opened the front door. "Well, I really liked what we did, so we're doing it again."

Killian smiled and slipped his arm around Emma's shoulder. "That sounds marvelous."

Emma wrapped her arm around Killian's middle. "Great."

They walked to the beach in comfortable silence. Every once in a while, one of the two would crack a joke or say something about something they passed.

Finally, they reached the beach. They walked together down the beach, both just enjoying each other's company.

"When did you decide to do this, love?" Killian asked.

Emma shrugged. "I've been planning on doing this for a while."

"What exactly is so special about today?"

"Can't tell you."

Killian turned his head to kiss Emma's, which was resting on his shoulder. When Killian looked back forward, he saw something reflect off an object in the sand. He narrowed his eyes. "What is that?"

Emma looked up. "What is what?"

Killian gestured his hook ahead. "That."

Emma laughed a little. "I still have no clue what you're talking about."

Killian chuckled. "Let's go see." Killian led Emma to what he saw. He let go of Emma and crouched down. He saw a piece of glass. The pirate brushed off the sand around the glass and realized it was a glass bottle. "What the…"

"What is it?" Emma asked, leaning over Killian's shoulder.

Killian picked up the bottle with his good hand and looked over it. There was a piece of paper inside. "I don't know." He uncorked the bottle. Turning the bottle upside down, he shook the paper out onto the sand. Killian set the bottle on the sand and picked up the paper. He opened the paper and read it in his head: Happy Father's Day! ~Love Emma and Baby.

Killian stared at the paper in confusion for a moment. "And baby?" he muttered to himself. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide. He hurried to his feet and looked at Emma. A huge grin had written itself across Emma's face. "You're… we're…"

Emma nodded. Her eyes lined with tears as she placed her hands on her stomach. "We're pregnant."

Tears immediately pricked Killian's eyes. "We… we are?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah."

Killian's face broke out in a smile. He surged forward and capture Emma's lips in his in a gentle kiss. When he pulled away, he pulled her into a hug, not having words to express his joy.

Emma laughed when Killian pulled away and kissed her cheek, nose, temple, forehead, chin, and finally her lips. He rested his forehead against Emma's.

"Emma, love, this is incredible," he whispered.

Emma smiled wider and wrapped her arms around Killian's neck. "Happy Father's Day, Killian."

"How long have you known?"

Emma shrugged. "Three weeks."

He pulled away. "Three weeks?"
Emma nodded. "I wanted the day to be special when I told you."

Something clicked in his mind. "That's why you've been sick and so tired."

Emma nodded again. "Yeah. I didn't think I'd be able to keep this secret this long. I'm surprised I did."

Killian smiled. "You succeeded, just like you always do."

"You're so cheesy."

"And don't you forget it." They both laughed. Killian looked down at Emma's stomach. He shakily rested his hand on Emma's stomach, surprised that it was flat. He smiled and shook his head. "I can't believe this."

Emma looked at Killian's face and placed her hand top of his. "I get a second chance, Killian. We both do."

Killian looked up at her. He set his forehead against hers. "Aye, that we do, and I will not mess this chance up. Not ever."

Emma placed her hand on Killian's face. She knew what he was thinking about. He looked up at her. "You didn't mess up with Neal when he was a kid. He was being stubborn and Pan was after him."

He pulled his hands away from her stomach and wrapped his arms around Emma's waist. He pulled her closer to him. "I promise that I will do everything in my power to keep our child from harm."

Emma relaxed further into Killian. "Me, too."

I hope you enjoyed that chapter!