Rest

"I can't wait to go home and take a nice, long nap," Emma said, resting her legs on Killian's lap, who sat in his chair on her side of the desk. When Killian had decided to join Emma on her shift, as he often did, Emma couldn't have been more happy. She loved having him with her, especially now that he would get her Granny's whenever she asked.

He smiled at her, rubbing his thumb over her leg where his hand rested. "You can go home now, if you like. I know how tired you have been recently."

Emma narrowed her eyes at him. "Is that why you came with me today? To convince me to go home?"

"Of course not, Swan. I love spending time with you."

She snorted. "I bet. Especially when this little one's hungry, huh?" She ran her hand over her six month bump.

He chuckled. "I will gladly get you onion rings whenever you want, darling."

"You're not fooling me," she teased. "Anyway, my shift isn't over for another three hours. Leroy's coming in after that. I'll survive."

He pressed his lips into a thin line, but didn't respond.

Emma raised her eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. "Nothing."

"Mmhmm." She pulled her legs off his lap and moved her chair closer to his. She curled into his side, tucking her legs underneath her.

Killian wrapped his arm around her, kissing her head and smiling into her hair. "Do you need anything right now?"

"Mm-mm," she hummed. "I just want you to tell me what you're thinking about."

"I already told you. Nothing."

"That's a complete lie, Killian. You're always thinking about something."

"Really? How do you know?"

She pulled back to look up at him. "You're my husband. It's my job to know everything about you."

He rested his forehead on hers. "Is that so?"

"Yep." She pecked his lips and then ducked her head, tucking it under his chin. "Come on, Killian. Please?"

He sighed, kissing her head again. "It's just…I wish you would rest more. You're carrying our child. I want both of you to be as healthy as possible."

"You're sweet, but you do know it's good for both the baby and me to get some physical activity? Taking walks around town on patrol is good. You don't have to worry about us."

"It's hard not to."

She laid her hand over his heart. "I know, but we're okay. I promise."

He hummed in agreement, but she knew this wasn't the last time he was going to bring it up.

Killian exited the Rabbit Hole, a petty fairytale thief, as Emma liked to put it, in handcuffs. "Were those few doubloons worth it, lad?"

"They're called dollars, Hook."

The pirate rolled his eyes. When they landed on his wife, his heart almost stopped. She was pushing a woman in handcuffs into the back of the sheriff car.

"Darn it, she didn't get away," the thief muttered.

Killian didn't pay him any attention as he shoved the man into the cruiser next to the woman. He slammed the door closed and turned to his beaming wife.

"We still make a pretty good team, huh?" she joked, punching his shoulder softly. When he didn't return her smile, she frowned. "What's wrong? Are there more than two of them?" She glanced behind her. "I didn't see anyone else."

"No, Emma. That's not it," he snapped.

Her head whipped back to him. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes. My wife keeps putting herself in danger when she's with child."

Emma's face darkened. "Are you serious?"

He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. "Of course I am, Emma! You haven't taken one day off since we found out you were pregnant."

"I don't have to switch to desk work for another few weeks. I don't see the problem."

Killian's eyes widened in disbelief. "You don't see the problem? Emma, you're not being careful. What if something happened to you? Both you and our child would be in danger."

Emma clenched her jaw. "I'm not being careful? I'll have you know I'm being perfectly careful. I want our child to be just as safe as you do. I'm just not unrealistic about it!"

"This is Storybrooke, Emma. Any number of things could happen!"

"So you want me to stay home 24/7, then? You want me to just drop everything and leave Storybrooke vulnerable? I'm the only person in town with magic now that Gold and Regina are gone. I can't just stop protecting my home, Killian."

"Protecting it from what? The common thief?" He gestured behind him at the car.

Her eyes flashed with anger. "I can't believe you're being serious. This is ridiculous."

"No, it's bloody not ridiculous."

"If you want me to go home, I will." Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed to her Bug, climbing in it and speeding down the road.

Killian sighed and looked back at the police cruiser. The two thieves stared out the window, mouths wide. They quickly looked away when they saw the deputy's eyes on them.

Angry tears stung Emma's eyes as she tossed her jacket on the couch. She'd gone to the sheriff station earlier to eat lunch with Killian only to find a note addressed to her from him that said he'd gone to the Rabbit Hole to take care of a call. She'd headed there immediately and caught a woman with a sword. When Killian came out, she'd expected him to be happy, grateful even, that she'd helped. His reaction had been the exact opposite.

Who was he to tell her to be careful? He was the one who refused to learn how to use a gun and decided to stick with a sword on the job and everywhere else. He wasn't pregnant. He couldn't tell her to be careful when she was already being over cautious in her mind.

She took a deep breath when she felt her daughter move restlessly. She needed to calm down. Being frustrated and angry wasn't going to help anyone.

She kicked off her shoes and headed upstairs to take a hot shower. She tried not to growl when Killian texted her and asked if she had gotten home fine. He was too paranoid. It was driving her crazy.

I'm fine, she responded and then shut her phone off, setting it on the bathroom counter.

When she exited the bathroom twenty minutes later, hair dripping and comfortable pajamas on, she noticed Killian hadn't texted her back. She fought back the disappointment that threatened to fill her. She was supposed to be angry at him.

Five o'clock came and went. She knew Killian would be home in less than thirty minutes, but she had no motivation to move from her position on their bed to make dinner. They had enough leftovers, anyway. Though the thought of eating anything other than a grilled cheese sounded horrible.

The house seemed empty when he entered it. He saw Emma's boots sitting haphazardly by the couch and her jacket thrown over the piece of furniture. Guilt tugged at his chest. He had overreacted, he knew it.

Usually, Emma was either in the kitchen making dinner or on the couch watching some strange Netflix show when he returned home. He knew it had been too much to hope for that to be so today. He only wanted to see her happy, see her face light up when he walked through the door.

Slowly, he ascended the stairs, half wanting to run up them and half wanting to stay in the kitchen. He wanted to apologise for his behavior, but he didn't want to see the sadness in his wife's eyes that was surely to be there. He would just have to try his best to rid her of that feeling.

He opened their bedroom door quietly, not wishing to startle her. She was lying in bed. He opened his mouth to announce his presence, but quickly realized the soft puffs leaving her lips. His heart softened before clenching when he saw her holding his pillow to her chest. He'd messed up and could only hope she would forgive him.

After kissing her head softly, he headed downstairs to make them dinner. Knowing her, she probably wanted grilled cheese. He wouldn't deny her of her greasy food.

Not ten minutes later, he heard soft footsteps pad into the kitchen.

"Hey," she said quietly. He turned to her and smiled. She returned it in a small measure. "What are you making?"

Killian held up the spatula. "Grilled cheese."

She raised her eyebrows in a silent question.

"I figured you would want some, especially since we didn't get Granny's earlier like we had planned."

Her heart warmed, but she beat that feeling away. After a moment Killian turned his back to her and flipped two sandwiches off the grill. When he turned around, he was holding a plate outstretched to her.

Emma approached him, snatching the plate from his hand. "You sure you don't want to make sure it's not too hot before I eat it?" Her voice was cold.

He cast his eyes down. "I deserve that."

"I know." She sat down, taking a small bite out of her dinner. Irritation flared up inside her when the sandwich was hotter than she had expected. A glass of cool water appeared next to her plate. She muttered her thanks begrudgingly and took a long drink.

Killian lowered himself into the chair next to his wife. "I'm sorry, Emma. I shouldn't have blown up at you."

She moved her eyes to his. The regret in his tone was clear. A pang of guilt hit her for being so cold.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you two because I wasn't careful or observant enough."

Her hand found his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Killian, we're going to be fine, I promise. I know what I have to do to help the baby stay as healthy as possible—I've been pregnant before, remember?"

"I know, darling, and I never meant it to seem like I didn't trust you because I do. With all my being."

She tilted her head. "Then why are you being so crazy about this?"

He shrugged. "I've read about miscarriages in those baby books your mother gave me. I don't ever want you to have to go through that. I couldn't stand it if we lost our daughter, if you had to suffer that pain, both physical and emotional."

Emma sighed. "I told her not to give you those books."

"I'm glad she did," he continued. "It's helped me be the best husband I can be. I want to be supportive of you. I don't want you to ever feel like you did when you were pregnant with Henry. I want you to have hope."

"I do. You are. I couldn't have asked for a better father for my child, Killian. You are the perfect person for this job."

He smiled softly. "I'm so sorry if I made you feel inadequate in any way."

She shook her head and kissed him tenderly. "You're already forgiven."

"You're amazing, you know that, right?" he whispered.

She rolled her eyes. "How could I not when you tell me every other day?"

"Only every other day? I need to step up my game, Swan." His smile grew.

"Shut up," she mumbled lovingly and nudged the plate in between them. "Let's eat."