Hook stands in the bathroom, digesting what he's just seen. He may be a simple pirate, but he knows one thing and that's how to read. No, he may not know how these pregnancy sticks work, but he can draw two and two together.
Walking out of the room, he sees Emma asleep, tucked under the covers. His eyes go to her stomach, but then he realizes she probably wouldn't be showing yet. Then again, he had no idea how far along she was. They had been so careful.
Grabbing his jacket, he jogs down the stairs, careful not to awake Emma. He needs to clear his head. Having a child is a huge responsibility. If he's anything like his father, he'll make an awful father himself. He doesn't want to put his child through what he had gone through. He can't bring a baby into the world knowing what he knows. And Emma. She also had a rough childhood. How is she handling this news?
It's close to eleven at night. The streets are quiet with only a few stragglers in the street near the Rabbit Hole. Hook finds himself standing in the entrance of the bar. Usually he doesn't make a point to go to a bar now that he's with Emma. Back in the Enchanted Forest, the tavern near the port was practically his second home.
Sitting at the bar, he orders a shot of rum. He needs something to take his mind off what he just saw. As the bartender slides him the glass, he looks up to see Belle a few seats away from him. She looks forlorn. Not that he blames her; she just found out her son aged twenty something years and is a murderer. He would be daft too.
"Killian," Belle waves to him. "What are you doing here?"
He stands to make his way over to her and sits down on the stool beside her. "I could be asking the same of you, love. Are you here alone?"
She nods her head, sipping from her drink. "I don't know what to do. I can't stay with Rumple, and then there's the fact that my son is a villain. Why are you here though? Emma just came back; you should be with her."
"I just found out a secret she's been keeping from me that I don't know what to do with," he contemplates telling her what he found. If anyone would understand, it would be Belle.
Belle cocks her head at him, question in her eyes. "That's very vague."
"Aye," Hook gestures to the bartender for another glass of rum. "Emma…" he looks around to make sure nobody else is around to overhear. "She took a pregnancy test."
Both of Belle's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "She's pregnant. With your child?"
"Bloody hell, of course it's my child!" he bites out. He softens, realizing his outburst. Belle doesn't deserve to be yelled at after everything she's been going through. "I'm sorry. I just-I can't be a father."
"Why do you say that? You love Emma more than I have ever seen someone love anyone. I have no doubt that love won't follow with your child," she says.
At least someone thinks so. He's not too sure. "Two rums," he says to the bartender, sliding the other glass to Belle. He doesn't want to talk about any of this.
Emma awakes to an empty bed. She glances at the clock to see it's twenty minutes past midnight. The house is eerily quiet. Getting out of bed, she goes into the bathroom and her eyes meet the box. Panicking, she runs down the stairs, calling out Hook's name as she goes. No response. Putting a hand to her head, she blinks back tears. He saw the box. He saw it and he ran.
Of course he would. They've never even talked about having kids. Hell, they weren't even engaged. He just came back from the Underworld not too long ago. Then Hyde brought a bunch of drama with him and the Evil Queen decided to wreak havoc in Storybrooke. Believe it or not, a conversation about having a baby didn't really fit into that timeline.
Sitting at the kitchen table overlooking the night sky, she lets the tears roll down her face. She swipes them away, closing her eyes as she thinks what she will do. Adoption is always an option. But she was all too familiar with the foster care and adoption system. She couldn't do that to another child. Not after she did the same thing with Henry. Thankfully, Regina was there for Henry when she couldn't.
She can do this. With or without Hook, she can do this. She won't let her baby be raised by someone else. For once, she's going to be brave and have this baby.
An hour goes when she hears the front door open. Hook stumbles into the kitchen. His face breaks into a smile when he sees Emma sitting at the table with a coffee mug in between her hands.
"I thought we said no more secrets, Swan," he slurs.
Emma hasn't really ever seen Hook drunk. Only a handful of times before they were together and only in the beginning of their relationship. He's usually able to hold his liquor a little better than this. She regards him with annoyance. She doesn't want to be having this conversation at one in the morning. Especially when he's in this state. It'd be like talking to a five year old who's throwing a hissy fit.
"Killian, you're drunk," she puts her hand on his shoulder. "You need to go to bed."
"I will," he leans into her, whispering, "I want you to come with."
She rolls her eyes. "Considering we sleep in the same bed, I'll be there."
His hand moves to her stomach, resting it there. "She's going to be so loved, Swan. I'll love her as much as I love her beautiful mother."
Emma's eyes water. She thought he escaped because he didn't want to be with her or the baby. Hearing him say those words make her feel so much better. Even if he isn't sober. But she knows that he's always been much more open when he's had too much to drink. Once he admitted to her that he wanted David to like him because he thought they could be really good mates. It was a pretty weird conversation now that she's looking back on it.
"You want to stay?" Emma asks him, tears clouding her vision.
Hook continues to rub small circles on her stomach. "I want you. And with that comes a child who will be just like you. I promise Emma, I will not be like my father."
The tears streak down her face. "You'll be such a good dad, Killian. I love you."
He brings his hand to caress her cheek. "I love you, Swan."
Their lips connect at once. It's a mix of tears and passion. Hook deepens the kiss, but Emma pulls away. They rest their foreheads against each other. "You taste like rum and it's upsetting my stomach."
He smiles a wicked smile.
"You and the baby should get some rest," Hook leads her by her hand up to the bedroom.