She never got to tell him. Regina had been right. She should have told him sooner.
"Emma, I'm sorry," Regina said. Emma just stared into the darkness all around them and slowly sunk down onto the bottom of the boat, hugging her knees to her chest. Regina and Mary Margaret sat down next to her. Emma leaned her head on her mothers shoulder.
Mary Margaret sighed. "Emma, do you know what the one thing about true love that's always the hardest to believe is? That true love can't be destroyed, not even by the strongest sword in all the realms. We will find him."
"I know," the Saviour replied. "But sometimes I feel like it's too dangerous for me to love. Everyone I have ever been with is dead." Emma smiled softly. "I warned Killian about that a few months ago. And he still loved me all the same."
Regina looked ashamed. "I feel bad for saying this out loud, but I can't help feeling that you're lucky for being able to have a child with the man you love," the queen sighed. "I will never be able to have a child with Robin. We will never be connected in such a special way. But I really am sorry, Emma. I will do whatever I can to help you find Hook."
"Killian," Emma corrected.
"Killian," Regina echoed.
After dismissing Regina and Mary Margaret, telling Regina to discuss names for Baby Hood with Robin (Pistachio just wasn't going to work) and convincing Mary Margaret that she was fine, Emma sat alone, absentmindedly stroking her still flat abdomen.
"Hey."
Emma looked up to see Henry standing above her. "Hey Henry," she said.
"Do you want some food? Sailing to Hell isn't exactly the fastest of journeys," Henry said, trying to lighten the mood.
His attempt at humour went unnoticed. "Yeah, I guess I could eat," Emma nodded. "Peanut butter and onion rings?"
Henry scrunched his nose. "More like whatever my mom can create in the fiery depths of Hell."
"Right, magic," Emma said. Noticing Henry's face, she added, "It's what the baby wants."
Henry nodded slowly. "I think Robin and my mom picked out a name for Baby Hood. Alouette. Kind of bird themed, like in the French Canadian song."
Emma smiled. "That's a cool name," she said. "Maybe when we find Killian, and I tell him about the baby, we could discuss baby names. He'd like something that was ocean and sailing themed."
Henry sat down opposite Emma and looked her in the eye. "I know you miss him, Mom," he said. "But we will find him. He's the closest thing to a father that I have."
This made Emma feel better."You know I love you, kid, right?" She asked, pulling him into a hug.
The young author smiled. "Yeah, I do."
"I'm going to scout our path," Emma said with a cheeky smile.
"And I'll go replenish our water supply," Killian said, smiling back, before walking off in the other direction.
Emma walked through the trees. She smiled to herself. Maybe both of them being the Dark Ones wouldn't be so bad.
"I wonder what would happen if the Dark Ones had a child," a voice said, alerting her. Emma spun around to see an apparition of Rumpelstiltskin behind her. Rumpelstiltskin morphed into Nimue. "I suppose I should speak for myself now, in case you suppose this is 'girl talk'."
Emma looked Nimue in the eye. "What are you talking about?" She asked.
Nimue continued. "Though I guess I won't have to wait long to find out." She saw Emma's confusion and smirked. "You're pregnant, Dark One."
Emma stumbled backwards. "No, no, you're lying," she said, trying to sound sure and failing miserably.
"Are you so confidant? All us unfortunates in your head had to put up with quite the show of love there," Nimue said with a snort.
The blonde blushed profusely. "Even if I was, how would you know?"
"Us inside your head know more about you than you think."
Emma shivered. There was something creepy about a little voice in your head telling you that you're pregnant.
"Mom, Mom, wake up!" Nimue said in an all too familiar voice.
Emma opened her eyes and saw Henry standing over her. "We're here!" He said.
The Saviour looked around. Sure enough, they weren't in that tunnel of never-ending darkness anymore. But whatever she expected the Underworld to be like, it wasn't this. The sky was blue, though it had some storm clouds to the east. There was a small town on the shore, with a building that looked like it was missing it's too half and cars upside down in the streets. Some buildings were charred, but still intact. It was a perfect vision of Storybrooke, but with some hellish differences.
Alone on the shore, a little ways away from the town and with a beautiful view of the sea, sat a beautiful blue house. Emma's heart leaped. It was their house, their future. It was her and Killian's home by the sea.
They were almost at the docks now, and Emma jumped out of the boat. The water was shallow from here on, so she ran all the way to the shore. She tore off her boots, still running and chucked them on the sand. Heels would only slow her. She ran, faster than ever before. She sprinted to the front gate of the house, internally laughing at the white picket fence. Emma rushed through the front yard and opened up the front door, not even bothering to knock. It was open, and she jumped right into the house. It was one of the only buildings in the underworld that wasn't in dire need of repair, and Emma looked around the beautiful promise that some called a house. Laying on the couch like Emma had only a day before, was a certain smouldering pirate with the ocean in his eyes.
"Killian," Emma breathed.
Killian sat up and saw his true love standing in front of the doorway. "Swan," he said in amazement.