Just a fluffy chapter before the angst comes full swing. Thanks for reading and reviewing! If I go off the grid, it's because of college work! -Mads

Emma jolts up in bed, covered in sweat. She looks over to the right side of the bed where Hook usually sleep. However, he's not there. She glances at the clock, noticing it's only 2 in the morning. He should be in bed by now. Even on his sleepless nights he never leaves the bed. Instead he just passes time by reading or watching Netflix on his phone. Ever since Emma introduced to him to mobile Netflix, he's become entranced.

Getting out of bed, she places her hand on her stomach. She's now a little over three months pregnant and the looming threat of Gideon has disappeared for now. Though it's only been a couple weeks. Gold's been missing too. The baby kicks her hard and she surges forward with a groan escaping from her mouth.

The door to their balcony opens to a worried Hook. He rushes over to Emma who's barely sitting on the bed. He helps push her back onto the bed, placing his hand over hers that's resting on her stomach.

"Are you okay?"

Gazing into his eyes, she nods her head slightly. "I was worried when I didn't find you beside me. I thought you left me."

His eyes become hooded, almost guilty looking. The past couple of weeks have been hard on them. With her hormones raging, she's taken her anger out on Hook more than she should. He was only trying to help. They've become distant and she hates how that makes her feel. She wants nothing more than to be back in the blissful honeymoon stages of their relationship. Like when he returned from the Underworld.

"Killian," Emma puts her hand against his cheek and he closes his eyes. "I miss you."
"I'm right here, love. I'm not going anywhere."

She puts both of her hands against his chest, he's kneeling on the floor before her. "No, I know. I mean…I miss us being happy and actually…"

"Yes, Swan?" he presses her to continue. Talking has never been his Swan's strongest suit. Nonetheless, her never pushes her to say anything. He knows at the right time that she'll tell him whatever it is she's feeling.

"I feel like the romance we had is gone. Is it because you think I'm damaged goods?" Her eyes fill with tears at the thought. They haven't been in intimate since she told him she was pregnant.

Hook gets up and she lays back on the bed as he hovers over her. "You know that's not it, love. I guess the stress has been getting to me. To everyone. But I love you and I think you're even more beautiful now that you're carrying over child."

Emma's eyes fill with happy tears this time and she leans forward to press her lips against his. He goes down with her until he's on top of her. She opens up to him and she pulls his shirt over his head.

They lay tangled in the sheets together, Hook's head resting on her subtle protruding stomach. She plays with his hair that is in desperate need of a cut. It's almost as long as it was when they were the Dark Ones. The thought of those times make her cringe.

"What are you thinking about, love?" he moves back up to lean against the headboard. Emma ogles his bare chest for a minute, trying to stall the moment.

She smiles lightly at him. "Everything we've been through and what we're going through. I just wish…I just wish things were different. Don't you wish we could live in a place where we wouldn't be in constant danger?"

He regards her for a moment before answering. "Danger has been lurking around the corner my entire life. It's what makes me who I am. I've fought and I survived and I've protected. I promise you, Swan, I am going to protect you and our child. Even if it kills me."

Emma contemplates this. She knows Hook would do anything to protect her and her unborn child. Though she has thought more lately than not about uprooting her family somewhere away from Storybrooke. This town is her home, but it's never been good to her. Her life in Boston may have not been perfect, but it was still a life. A life without magic and Saviors and the impending death of herself.

"I just…I don't. Hook," she catches her breath, resisting the tears. "I can't die. I can't bear to live a life without you or Henry or this child who I may never get to meet!"

"Hey," Hook pulls her more tightly against her. "You are not going to die. I won't let it happen."

"Emma!" a voice calls in the distance.

She sits upright, tugging the seat up with her. Before she can tell whoever it is to go away, her dad-out of all people, bursts through the door. Hook curses before tugging the sheet over his body too. David looks between them, his face falling.

"Son of a bi—" he starts to say.

Hook glances at Emma with a smirk. "How are you, mate?"

"I'm going to punch you. I swear."

"Come on, it's not like you don't know how Emma got pregnant," he retorts.

Emma would do anything to disappear. "Would you two just stop? Please. This is already so awkward. And Dad, I did walk in on you and mom that one time."

David's hand is still covering his eyes, but a laugh escapes from him. "I guess we're even. Doesn't mean I won't punch you in the face, pirate."

"Oh I would despair if you didn't," Hook says before David walks back out of the room.

Emma whips the covers back, picking up her discarded clothes. "Come on, get dressed and let's see what he wants."