TRIGGER WARNING! -Miscarriage, detailed- This chapter started as a small flash back to lead into a new part of the story, but somehow it got away from me and I couldn't stop. I'm so sorry if this is offensive in any way or if the details are a little off. Again, my story is not beta'd so I apologize for any grammatical or punctuation errors. I appreciate all reviews. Thanks!

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"Well, we like that name Joshua for a Boy" Emma said with a glint in her eye. "And Eva for a girl" Killian finished her sentence before raising his flask to his lips and taking a swig. Mary Margaret smiled at the thought that her mother's name could live on through another of her grandchildren.

"We are just so happy for you both!" Emma's mother could hardly contain herself. "But why did you wait so long to tell us?"

Emma's smiled reassuringly. "We wanted to be sure that the baby was healthy." she answered. "We had our first ultrasound this morning," The savior paused as she reached into her back pocket to retrieve the grainy photo. "and the little bean seems to be doing great."

Taking the photo from her daughter, Snow's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Emma..." she gasped placing the sonogram against her heart.

"How far along are you, exactly?" David chimed in as Mary Margaret handed him the first picture of his grandchild.

"About 10 and a half weeks." Killian replied. "Emma says we should be able to find out the little one's gender in about 8 more weeks." The Captain was practically beaming. Not only was he going to be a father, but he was absolutely astonished at how technology played such a large role in a pregnancy. Never had he imagined that he would be able to see his child before it was born. His father in law gave him a congratulatory slap on the back, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze just before raising his glass.

"Attention everyone!" David's voice commanded all of the citizen's of Storybrooke (who happened to be having dinner at Granny's at the moment) "I'd like to raise a toast to my daughter," He turned himself to face both Killian and Emma as he lifted his glass a little bit higher. "and my son-in-law, who have just informed us that we are expecting a new member of the Royal family in just about six and a half months." The restaurant patrons all began to clap and cheer at the sound of the news as The Savior and The Pirate smiled appreciatively at the out-pouring of love from their neighbors and friends. "To Mr and Mrs. Jones." David declared. "And of course baby Jones." Everyone raised their glasses and toasted the joyous occasion.

"Ruby, a round of your finest Rum for the proud Papa!" LeRoy ordered as the dwarves began to lead Killian off to the lunch counter. Just as her husband turned away, Emma reached for his arm and leaned in close enough to graze the shell of his ear. "Don't party too hard, 'daddy'" she whispered. "I have plans for your later." The pirate pulled back just enough to see the playful look on his wife's face, gave her a wink that could melt a glacier and continued toward the counter that doubled as a bar.

"So, tell me everything!" Snow White began to speak quickly. "Have you thought of nursery themes? Or maybe a color scheme for the baby's room? Oh! I know," she continued. "How about a pirate theme for a boy, or a princess theme for a girl? I know it's a bit over-stated, since in reality the baby will either be a pirate or a princess, but..."

"Actually," Emma interrupted her mother's excited rambling "We haven't really gotten there yet." she admitted sheepishly. "We've just been so caught up in keeping it between us, that the subject hasn't really come up." Emma shifted uncomfortably as a little sharp pain shot up her back. The pain was not severe enough to deter her from the conversation, but Emma's expression must have changed slightly because her mother now had a concerned look plastered across her face. "Emma?" her mother stepped closer. "Are you ok?" she held out her hand to offer support.

Recomposing herself , Emma give her mother a quick smile and nodded, "I'm fine." she assured her mother. "I think I'm just getting tired." a sigh fell from her lips as it dawned on her that she had been up since 6am and hadn't eaten much since their visit with the Doctor this morning. "I think I might gather up my husband and take him home before he gets too carried away." Emma chuckled as she spotted him behind a crowd that consisted of all 7 dwarves, Robin, her father and to her surprise, Granny (who was pouring shots like it was New Years Eve). As Killian noticed his Swan putting her coat on and hugging her mother, he raised one more glass with the group, thanked them and made his way to his Bride's arm, leading her to the door.

~!*!~

"Killian! KILLIAN!" he woke, startled from his sleep to the sound of his wife calling to him from another room in the house. "Killian! I need you!" she cried. Tossing aside the down comforter, he leaped from the bed and ran toward her voice. "Emma?!" he ducked into each room in their home, until he spotted the light coming from down the hall. "I'm in here." she responded with a lump in her throat. As he rounded the corner to the bathroom, he felt something wet at his feet. "What is..?" but his question was dead on his lips at the sight before him. There at the foot of their bathtub sat his wife, slumped against the wall; blood soaking through her pink and white plaid pajama pants. The next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion. He dashed toward her and knelt carefully by her side. "Emma..." his voice was shaking. "Oh, God...Emma. What's happened, love?" What do I do? He didn't want to ask her, out loud. She was panicked enough. Their eyes met and something hit him like a train. She was scared. He'd never seen her so scared. She'd faced Evil Queens and flying monkeys. She's even banished the all powerful Chernabog to the land without magic, but never had this look crossed her face before. What do I do?

The blood was running darker now as the Savior's head lulled back lazily and bumped the wall, pulling him from his internal dismay. "Emma?...EMMA!" her eyes rolled just before closing completely. She was losing consciousness...and fast. A talking contraption. His eyes darted around the room as if one would miraculously be sitting within reach. I need one of those infernal talking contraptions! Placing his right hand against the side of her face he felt that she was feverish and sweaty. He gently laid his wife against the cool tiles of the floor so that she would not flop over, before scrambling to his feet and dashing to the charging station in their living room.

"I need help, Emma is bleeding!" he said before the voice on the other end of the phone could even mutter a half awake greeting. "I don't know what to do!" his heart was racing as he fought to hold back tears.

The sound of his father-in-law's voice offered a slight comfort, but not much. "I'm on my way" David said with urgency. The pirate could hear bustling and murmuring in the background; no doubt the prince telling his wife what was going on while getting himself dressed.

"She's passed out, Mate!" his voice cracked as tears began to flow freely. "And there's so much blood."

"Ok, Killian?" The prince had calmed himself enough to continue his instruction. "I want you to go and get a blanket for her. Mary Margaret is calling 911 now so the paramedics should be there any minute." Killian did as instructed and raced to the linen closed to retrieve a fleece blanket. He returned to Emma's side just as her teeth began to chatter.

Once the blanket was tucked around her, the pirate settled himself on the floor, just in front of her and lifted his wife's head to rest against his knee.

"Wh...what's..." she spoke for a moment when she felt the touch of his hand against her cheek. "Emma?!" Killian replied frantically. "I'm here, darling. I've got you. Help is on the way." he continued to stroke his fingers over her clammy, moist skin and into her hair.

"...HOOK!" the muffled voice rang out. In all of the commotion, the phone had been placed on the floor next to the anxious pirate, leaving David hanging on the other end. "Aye?" he responded once the phone was against his ear again. "I'm driving past your place now. The paramedics are just outside." his father-in-law informed him. "I'll continue on and meet you at the hospital." Just as he pressed the 'end' button, Killian heard a man call to him from the entry way of their home. "UP HERE!" He responded. "Hold on, Swan. Help has arrived." he whispered into Emma's ear.

Just then, a team of medical professionals crowded into the room and shuffled Killian out the door. He could hear them talking, but it were as if they were speaking a completely different language.

"BP's 100 over 60 and her pulse/ox. level is dropping." One man announced as if it meant something to the other-worldly pirate.

"What does that mean?" he questioned, though no one answered him. The men and women in the white button down shirts continued to work around him like he wasn't even there. He stepped out of the way to allow the rolling bed that appeared behind him through the door way. In the nonsensical numbers and crazy medical jargon he heard her.

"Killian...No, who are you? I want my husband." Emma's hands began to slap at the rescue team.

"Mrs. Jones. We're here to help you." responded a woman with dark hair that was pulled back into a bun. She turned her head and continued to speak to the paramedic next to her. "On three, One, two, three." they lifted Emma onto the gurnie and rushed her toward the front door.

~!*!~

"Mr. Jones." there was a knock on the door, causing Killian to lift his head from the bed where his wife slept. He'd been sitting by her bedside; his fingers entwined with hers. The EMT's had given her a mild sedative to calm her on their way to the hospital. "She's going to be out for a while, if you want to go get some coffee or something." the nurse continued as she slid the blood pressure cuff onto Emma's this arm. He thought about it for a moment. What if she woke and he wasn't there? She couldn't handle that. He's not even sure that he could handle not being by her side in that moment.

"Thank you, but I'll stay here." The Captain barely looked at the woman while she continued her duties. "Could you let her parents know that they can come in now?" His eyes were blood shot. Partially from interrupted sleep, but mostly because of the tears of worry he'd shed for his wife's safety.

"Mr. Jones,?" The Dr. entered the room. "I'm Dr. Knowall. I'm the physician that was assigned to your wife's case." Killian's head snapped up as the Doctor approached the hospital bed. He was an older man, maybe in his late fifties or early sixties, but his eyes conveyed wisdom rather than age. When Killian didn't speak, the Doctor continued. "Mr Jones, your wife has suffered from something called 'Placental Abruption'." The Pirate continued to look at the Doctor with a blank expression; not understanding what the words meant. "This means that the placenta has separated from her uterus." Dr. Knowall pulled up the backless rolling stool that sat in the corner of Emma's room. Sitting down, he began to delve into more detail. "This is generally something that happens after 20 weeks of pregnancy, but in very rare cases, such as your wife's," he gestured to Emma, who laid still in the bed, "It can happen as early as eight to ten weeks."

The question burning in his mind was almost too painful to ask, but he had to know. If his Swan was going to be told terrible news, he didn't want it coming from some stranger.

"But the baby..." he hesitated, noticing the Dr.'s eyes drop to the floor, "It's going to be alright, yes?" Looking back up with sorrowful eyes, the Dr stood to make his way across the room toward the worried Pirate. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. The baby didn't make it."

Any glint of hope he had left within him was erased in an instant and replaced with sadness. How am I going to tell her? The question burned in his mind. His wife had already experienced so much loss in her life. She'd lost her son, lost his father; she'd even lost the pirate a hand full of times. How is this fair?

"Mr Jones?" Killian was so lost in his own thoughts that he'd forgotten the Dr was still standing there with him. "I'd like to keep your wife over night for observation." Before Killian could object, the Dr. continued. "You're welcome to stay with her if you'd like. The chair in the corner pulls out into a cot sized bed. I'll have the nurse come in with some bedding for you."

Hook could only bring himself to nod; half in appreciation, half in agreement. The Dr headed toward the door, passing by Mary Margaret on his way out.

"Hoo...Killian?" there was a soft knock on the open door. His mother-in-law stood with concern in her eyes. She held a cup of steaming coffee in each hand waiting for his silent invitation. It didn't come.

"It's...it's gone..." barely a whisper. Eyes falling on Emma, the Captain's brows knitted together. "How do I tell her? What do I sa..." his voice cracked as the pirate fell to his knees; hand covering his eyes as the tears began to flow freely. The sobs that left his lips came from his very soul, shoulders shaking in devastation. His world; their world, shattered in an instant. The unimaginable has happened, but he knew the worst was still to come. He still had to look his wife in the eyes and tell her that it was over. That they would never hold their precious baby in their arms. They'd never hear their baby laugh, or watch their baby take it's first step. He'd have to see the look on her face when she realized all of these things.

Lost in the sadness, he barely felt the petite arms of his mother-in-law wrapping around his body. There were no words spoken; no encouragement to get off the floor. Just arms encircling this poor broken man, conveying the love and comfort of family.

"Ki...Kill...Killian?" Emma. Her voice was small; her body weak from the loss of blood. "Killian?" She called again.

With a final sigh, he lifted his head from Mary Margaret's shoulder, took a deep breath and picked himself up off the floor, settling back into the seat beside her bed.

"I'm here, love." He entwined their fingers once again. "I'm right here." Their eyes met.

"What...what happened?"