"You've got to be kidding me," Emma mutters as she walks into Grannys later that night. The whole town is there with banners that say 'congratulations, Emma and Killian!'. There are even balloons scattered through the diner.

Emma turns around to see Hook's malicious smile. David greets them by slapping Hook on this shoulder. "You didn't think we wouldn't eventually throw you a congratulatory party, now did you?"

"I was really hoping you wouldn't," Emma says. All she wanted was to get some ice cream and then snuggle up beside Hook as they continue their binge watching of Netflix. A party was not something she was feeling especially after the afternoon she's had with Gideon nearly breaking her bottom.

Mary Margaret embraces Hook and Emma. Neal whines in her arms, reaching for Hook. For some reason, Neal has taken kindly to Hook. Hook regards him wearily. He's never been one to comfort children, but he may as well try since he'll be a father in a few months. Mary Margaret places him in his arms and he makes sure his hook is out of reach.

"I may ask the Dark One to magic me my hand back when our little girl arrives."

Emma quirks an eyebrow at him. "Girl? We haven't even found out the gender yet."

"Aye," he gazes down at Neal with a small smile. "I have a feeling that she'll be a little girl with blonde hair and my blue eyes. But she'll look just like you."

Tears gather in Emma's eyes as Hook tells her about their child. She isn't certain that her baby is a girl, but he seems to be pretty confident about the assumption. She lies her head against his shoulder as he makes faces at Neal, earning a laugh from her baby brother. Henry runs up to them with a piece of cake in his hands.

"I think you'd want this," he thrusts it towards Emma with a smile. "Because pregnant women like cake."

She takes the piece of cake with a laugh. "Well, kid, I can't say that's entirely accurate, but I will take this cake."

"She gets a piece and I don't? Bad form, mate," Hook chides Henry.

Henry rolls his eyes at Hook. They get along fine, but Henry is, after all, still a teenage boy. He walks back over to where cake is being served to get Hook a piece as well. With a sarcastic comment, he sets the piece down at the table beside them. David takes Neal from Hook so he can eat his cake.

Regina walks over to Emma, a smirk on her face. "You look happy."

"Of course I'm happy," Emma says.

"After what just happened with Gideon? Emma, you need to stop putting yourself in harm's way. And teaming up with my sister? That may have been your stupidest decision yet," she states.

Emma sets her empty plate down. "She can help me defeat him."

Regina shrugs her shoulders. "Who knows."

She walks away, leaving Emma annoyed. Her hand starts to spark with magic and she grabs it roughly. Her magic hasn't spun out of control for quite some time. It makes her curious if it's a side effect of being pregnant. Or maybe it's Gideon's doing. Her hand begins to shake as it starts to spark again. She rushes to the bathroom, gripping onto her hand hard. Tears prick her eyes at the sudden twist. She'd been so confident with her magic lately. She's no longer afraid to have her powers; they make her who she is. Without them, she wouldn't Emma. A few years ago she would have disagreed, but there's no going back to that closed-off, powerless woman.

A soft knock sounds on the door. "Love?" she hears Hook's voice from outside the door.

Cracking the door open, he takes that as a sign to walk in. He stares down at her shaking, sparking hand with worry. "Swan, your hand."

"It won't stop and I don't know why. My magic hasn't done this since Elsa arrived in town."

Hook takes her hand in his, wincing as it sparks his. He retracts it immediately, and Emma's eyes widen in fear. She takes a step away from him, shielding herself from him. "I hurt you!" she screams.

"No," he tries to reach for her, but she backs against the wall.

"Stay back!"

"Emma-" he tries, but she can't hurt him. She needs to get away from anyone she can possibly hurt. Doing what she does best, she manages to magic herself away from him.

Sitting on the edge of the dock, she hangs her head. The sound of heels is heard a few minutes later. Glancing up, she sees Belle walking towards her with a to-go cup from Grannys. She places it next to Emma.

"I thought some hot cocoa would help," she sits beside Emma, clearly not afraid of her sparking hand.

"You shouldn't be here," she tells Belle.

Belle shrugs her shoulders, looking out into the growing night sky. The sun disappeared hours ago and the stars are starting to emerge from the sky. The waves brush against the edge of the dock in little lulls. Belle places her hand over Emma's noncrazy one.

"Killian wanted to come find you, but I told him I would."

"Why?" Emma asks.

Belle closes her eyes. "Because everything that's happening is my fault. The reason why your magic is going crazy is because of my son. I feel responsible for it."

Emma wants to agree with her, that Belle simply should have stayed away from Gold long ago, but she can't. Not when she sits here with her when she could get hurt. Belle means well, and she always wants to see the best in people. Emma can't scold her for that. She wishes she could be as forgiving as her. "It's not your fault. More Gold's fault."

"Yeah, but I should have known better than to trust him," she hangs her head. "I wanted to see the beauty behind the beast. However, I no longer believe I can find it."

She doesn't respond right away. "You loved him. I understand why you stayed. If Killian hadn't changed, it would have been hard to stay away. From the moment I first met him…I think that's when I fell in love with him."

Belle smiles at that. "He's a good man, a better man because of you. I just wish Rumple could have seen the good in me and done the same as Hook. But that's the difference between a hero and a villain. Villains are less likely to change."

"Maybe," Emma looks down at her hand to see it has calmed down.

"We should get back," Belle stands up, offering Emma her hand.

They walk down the darkened streets back to Grannys. The diner is still full with her friends and family. She lets Belle walk inside before her and she smiles at Hook and her father sitting together at the bar. Each has a shot in their hand. Then she glances over to Mary Margaret, Henry and Neal sitting in a booth together. Henry has his book out, pointing to something in the book.

Emma opens the door to rejoin the party. After all, they threw it for her.