Sorry for any errors! I've has to wake up at 6am this week for work. Working Christmas retail takes a lot out of ya! Hope you're still enjoying this fic and thanks for reading! xoxo
"It's only been three days and I'm ready to kill him," Emma says while drinking a cup of hot chocolate.
Mary Margaret sits across from her daughter with a small smile on her face. "Ah come on, Emma. He's never gone through this before; he's probably freaking out."
Emma contemplates it. While her mother sees Hook's constant hovering as cute, Emma finds it annoying. Especially when she brews a cup of coffee and Hook replaces it with a cup of tea. He's been reading a bunch of pregnancy pamphlets lately. Because of said pamphlets, he's taking everything quite literally.
"I just wish he would let me pee without knocking to make sure I didn't go into early child birth. I haven't even gone into the doctor's yet for goodness sake!" Emma throws her hands up. "Speak of the devil."
Hook walks through the door, the door slamming shut behind him. It's a bit windy in Storybrooke today. Almost like a huge storm is about to take effect. He doesn't see Emma tucked away in the booth in the back. She slinks down in her seat to try to hide from. She knows it's unfair to do to him, but she wants some space and quiet. She doesn't want to hear about cramps anymore. Or what she can and cannot eat.
"Hey, Granny," he sits down at one of the stools. "Can I get an order or grilled cheese and onion rings?"
Granny yells to the cooks in the back to get the order started. "To-go?"
"Yeah. Emma's been working all day and I wanted her to come home to something she loves. Besides myself, of course," he teases.
Now Emma feels bad for texting him she couldn't go to Granny's because she was tied up at work. Deciding to face the music, she goes up to him, but another girl moves in. She sits down beside him, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. Hook doesn't pay attention to her until she places a hand on his shoulder. Emma grips onto her mug too tightly and her hands start sparking. This pregnancy is causing her magic to go frantic. Mary Margaret looks between Emma's hands to the girl's hand on Hook's shoulder. He shrugs her off.
Emma gets up from her seat as she hears the girl say "what's a man like you doing without a woman at his side?"
Just then, Emma goes up from behind Hook, snaking her arms around his neck. "Hey, babe." She kisses his cheek, whispering in his ear but loud enough for the girl to hear, "I was so cold this morning without you beside me in bed. I missed you."
The girl's eyebrow perks and she leans against the counter. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh," Emma says. "If you ever lay a hand on my boyfriend again-"
"Swan," Hook puts his hand on Emma's cheek. "It's okay."
The girl purses her lips. "Yeah, Savior."
Emma starts to get up, but Hook holds her down with his hand. "I suggest you leave before she kicks your ass."
They watch as the girl rolls her eyes and walks away. Emma's hands start to shake and her magic starts flaring again. She places them on the table in an attempt to calm her hands. At least the visions aren't coming again. It must be the pregnancy messing with that too. Not that she minds; nobody really wants to see themselves die constantly in a vision that predicts their future.
"I thought you were at work," Hook comments, completely ignoring the scene that just played out.
Emma glances back at Mary Margaret. "My mom needed me so I left work early."
"I thought we agreed we wouldn't lie to each other, Emma. If you feel like I'm smothering you, just tell me."
"Okay," she nods in agreement. "You're smothering me!"
He looks taken aback even though he gave her the clear to express how she feels. Standing from the stool, his jaw ticks. "Well, I leave you to your space."
Groaning, she watches him walk from the diner. Granny sets the bag of her food in front of her. Mary Margaret walks over to where she sits and sits beside her. "Emma…"
"Before you give a speech about how I handled all of this wrong, save it. I already know."
Her mother stays silent. "I was just going to tell you that I understand. But I do think it could have been handled a bit differently."
Emma groans before grabbing the bag and heading outside. Her car is parked on the side of the road. Hook couldn't have gone too far since he's presumably on foot. However, as she drives the two miles to their house, he's nowhere in sight. Maybe he went someone before going home. Jogging up the stairs, she enters the house to see Henry sitting at the table with Hook across from him. Henry's drinking hot chocolate as Hook tilts back his flask.
"Hey, Mom!" Henry says.
"Hi, kid." Emma realizes that she hasn't told Henry about the baby. Actually, the only person she's told was her mom. Telling her dad may be a little complicated at the moment.
Hook continues drinking his rum, not looking at her. So, he's a little more hurt than she thought he would be. Sometimes she forgets that just because he's a pirate, doesn't mean he doesn't have feelings too.
She kisses Hook on the cheek when she passes him. "What would you boys like for dinner?"
"Tacos!" Henry says.
Emma scrunches her nose. The last time she made tacos, she caught he parents in a compromising position. Tacos have never been the same again. However, the baby seems to be responding positively to tacos. When she was pregnant with Henry, she was constantly craving Mexican food. Seeing as she was in jail at the time, her cravings often went unnoticed. Now she has a life and a family to cook her cravings for. The perks of being a free woman.
Obviously Henry has chosen to block out the memory. Emma wish she could do the same. "Sounds good to me. Killian?"
"It's fine, love. Whatever you and the baby want."
Her mouth drops open and she looks at Hook to see the look on his face. He pauses before shifting his gaze to Henry who looks shocked.
"The what?" Henry asks dumbfounded.
Giving Hook a narrow glance, she places her hand over her still flat stomach. "Well, we weren't planning on telling anyone until I went to see Whale tomorrow."
"You're really having a baby? As in, I'm going to be a big brother?" his face breaks into a large smile.
Thankfully Henry has taken a momentary break from being his typical moody teenage self. This whole time she was worried how Hook would react to the news that she didn't even think about Henry's reaction. She was keeping this baby while she hadn't kept him. Henry's always been a good kid though. She's not surprised that he would be so happy to the news of having a new baby sister or brother.
"Yeah, kid. You are." Henry jumps from his seat and hugs her.
He pulls back with the smile still plastered across his face. "Let's just hope the baby doesn't have Killian's rum addiction."
This sparks Hook's attention. "It's not an addiction, mate."
Emma ignores his comment, focusing on how happy Henry is. He starts talking about the name of the baby and whether or not it'll be a boy or a girl. His gut is telling him she'll definitely have a girl this time around. As he continues talking, they make the tacos together. Hook still sulks at the table while drinking his rum. They eat and Henry retreats to his room upstairs for the night. Since it's Friday, he stays over the weekend. Regina has him during the week and every other weekend. It wouldn't be fair of Emma to move Henry out of the house he grew up in.
After cleaning the kitchen, Emma and Hook retreat to their room. Emma's folding the laundry as Hook starts undressing. She puts her clothes in her drawer and admires Hook's bare back. The tattoo on his wrist still pains her to see it. Then again, any other woman would be annoyed to see their boyfriend with another woman's name on his body.
"I think we need to talk," Emma sits down on the bed. "About what we said tonight."
"We?" he turns around. "I believe the talking was all on your part."
Emma crosses her arms against her chest, growing annoyed with how he's acting. "Why are you being like this?"
"You tell me, Emma," he bites. "I don't want to smother you."
"Really? You're going to act like this!"
He throws back the covers. "I'm sorry, love. Can we just go to sleep?"
She grabs the covers from his hands. "No. We're going to talk about this now. And what's up with you telling Henry like that? You know I wanted to tell everyone when the time was right."
"Which was when? We both know that you're putting this off until the last minute. It's almost like you're ashamed to be having a child with Captain bloody Hook."
That comment sets her insides on fire. "How could I be ashamed?" she wails. "I love you! I've never been as happy as I am and it's because of you! So don't you dare tell me that I'm ashamed of you!"
Hook gathers her in his arms as she sobs. "Emma, I don't deserve you." He kisses her atop her head.
"No," she sniffs. "You don't, but you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he whispers as she settles into him. Her eyes flutter shut against him and he lies her down, covering her with the blankets. Her hair spreads across the pillow and her admires her. He always knew she was beautiful, but now that she's carrying his baby, she's even more beautiful. He didn't know that was possible.
"I love you, Emma Swan." He shuts off the light and gathers her in his arms, falling fast asleep.