Today

It was still dark outside when Emma woke up earlier than intended, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face, when she felt Killian's arm still lightly wrapped around her waist. It was still so new and at the same time so familiar to wake up with him beside her. After all, they had slept in the same bed before, but it had never been like that. They had never been like that.

Before this last week, they had only once intentionally shared the bed during the night and the surrounding circumstances could hardly be called romantic, since it had been after his mother's funeral. The other times they had simply fallen asleep in either his or her bed after watching a movie or reading together.

This was different however and they were both still trying to figure out how to deal with this new situation.

Her hand found his and rested on top of it. The first night, they had agreed that they should take things slow and would spend the night separately. That arrangement had lasted for maybe an hour, then she had crawled into the smaller bed with him and even though it would have been more comfortable if they had just moved into the bedroom together, she found it difficult to remember the last time she had such a restful night. The following nights they had spent together in the bedroom.

Emma wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with Killian just a little longer, but her daughter had decided that her bladder was the most comfortable resting place. She slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Killian, and went to the bathroom.

After, she shortly considered going back to bed, but she decided it would be best to get an early start to the day. David and the others would arrive soon enough to help with their move to the new apartment and they still had a few things to pack. She was looking forward to start her new life with Killian in their home. Not his, but theirs.

A couple of months earlier she had been terrified of changes in her life, when she discovered that she was pregnant. Neal had left weeks earlier, leaving her alone halfway across the country with almost no money, and for longer than she liked to admit, she had ignored the signs. She couldn't have a baby, she was in no way fit to be a mother. She had only just proven that she wasn't responsible or mature enough to care for a child, when she had quit school and left her family to run away with a boy she, as it turned out, didn't really know after all. She had tried to handle the situation on her own, both too stubborn and too scared to seek the help of her family. She didn't want to see the judgmental look on David's face or the disappointment of her mother. She had pushed the thought of asking Killian for help to the back of her mind, not wanting to admit to him how wrong she had been about Neal.

Weeks had passed and she found it more and more difficult to handle the situation on her own, until she finally admitted to herself, that she needed help. She needed her family. And she needed her friend.

Killian had been the one she had missed the most, even before Neal left. She had tried to convince herself that she was happy with Neal, but part of her knew that it didn't feel right.

It was different now.

She and Killian had always been close. They had never been afraid of physical contact, whether it was a hug or a shoulder to lean on. But during the past two weeks he had become even more affectionate, even though she only understood what had caused the change after he had told her about his break-up. When he admitted that for him she was more than his friend.

Emma still couldn't keep the smile off her face, when she recalled how unsure he seemed after he said those words. As if there was any way she would reject him, when he told her that he actually did want her. Despite leaving and despite carrying another man's child. She hadn't dared hoping for such a turn of events, not when he seemed happy with his girlfriend. She would have managed to just continue being his friend, no matter what she felt for him.

But Emma was glad that she didn't have to anymore. What they had now was so much better.

"You should be in bed," a sleepy voice told her and Emma turned her head to see Killian approach. A smile tugged at her lips, when she saw the mussed hair and how he rubbed his eyes.

"I couldn't sleep anymore, so I thought I should do something useful and continue packing."

He sat on the floor with her, his hand gently stroking over her belly. "Has she decided to have a party in there again?"

Emma placed her hand on top of his. "Not this time. But apparently my bladder is the perfect bed."

Killian laughed. "At least we know she's feeling comfortable."

She looked down to where their hands were resting on her stomach. "I think we'll need an alternative to calling her she soon. I mean, she is a little person already, she should have a name."

"I believe you're right. Any ideas yet?"

Emma shook her head and looked at him. "It's tough. She'll have to live with it for the rest of her life. I want it to be perfect."

Killian smiled. "I'm sure it will be." He leaned closer and kissed her cheek. "How about I'll go and make breakfast before we finish packing?"

It was almost two hours later, when the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of their helpers for the day. David and Mary Margaret were the first to arrive and although Emma had been nervous about her brother's behavior toward Killian, she knew that he would behave while his girlfriend was around.

"Oh Emma, it's so good to see you," Mary Margaret greeted her and, to Emma's surprise, pulled her into a tight hug. She looked to Killian for help, but he only shrugged. Emma finally settled on awkwardly patting the other woman's back.

"It's nice to see you, too."

The moment Mary Margaret let go of her, Emma saw her gaze shift to her stomach. "I can't believe… I mean, of course David and Ruth had told me, but…" Mary Margaret looked at her with a wide smile. "I'm so happy for you, Emma. And for you, of course," she added with a glance toward Killian, who had moved closer and was now standing right behind Emma, his hand resting on her hip.

David noticed that little gesture and frowned, but neither she nor Killian cared. Mary Margaret only shot him a look, making clear that she wanted him to behave. "Maybe we should get started," he suggested. "Get this over with as fast as possible."

None of them disagreed and they started moving about the apartment, packing the last few items and disassembling furniture. Once Killian's colleague arrived with his truck, everyone but Emma started carrying items downstairs. It wasn't that she didn't want to help, but whenever she even tried to lift anything, one of the others took the item from her, Mary Margaret being the one who told her that they could handle things and that she could best take a look around to make sure they didn't forget anything.

Moving things into the new apartment, painting the walls and reassembling the furniture in their new home took the better part of the day and it was already getting dark outside, when they finally settled in the new living room after ordering some pizza.

Emma and Killian settled onto the sofa and she leaned into his side, enjoying the feeling of his arm lying around her shoulders. She barely listened to the conversation going on around her and ignored the glances David shot their way.

He had managed to hold back any remarks about her and Killian throughout the day, but she hadn't missed the many unhappy looks he had cast their way.

Well, maybe they hadn't made it any easier for her brother, when she and Killian had taken any chance they got for a smile, a quiet exchange of words or a short kiss. But while David seemed annoyed by their show of affection, Mary Margaret appeared to be happy for them. It was weird, because even though David and she had been dating for over two years now, she and Emma hadn't spent much time together, even before she had left. But as long as it meant that David wasn't acting like a jerk, Emma was more than willing to accept Mary Margaret's support.

And Emma had to admit that she did like the dark haired woman. They had gotten the chance to talk earlier, while the men were working in the living room and they were busy organizing in the bedroom. They had talked a little about Mary Margaret's plans for time after college, about her family and about David until Mary Margaret couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer.

"What is it like? Being pregnant, I mean. You seem so calm about it..."

"Only on the outside," Emma had admitted. "It's terrifying and getting more and more uncomfortable the closer you get towards the end. But it's also absolutely wonderful and amazing to feel that there's someone growing inside you." She had looked at the other woman. "Are you and David planning…?"

"Oh no. We're not there yet. We did talk about the general idea, but we decided that it's still too early for us. We're still so young." Mary Margaret's eyes had widened. "That's not to say that you should generally be older to have kids, it's just not the right time for us… I'm starting to ramble, aren't I?"

Emma had laughed. "A little bit. But don't worry. I can't say that any of this was planned."

"But at least you and Killian seem to be quite happy about how things turned out."

"I can't speak for him," Emma had answered with a smile. "But I am happy."

Mary Margaret had returned her smile. "Considering that Killian had hardly managed to keep his hands off you or the smile off his face whenever you were close, I believe it's the same for him. It's driving David crazy, but at the same time, I think, he's glad that it's Killian you're dating and not some guy he doesn't know. It saves him the whole protective big brother speech."

"Oh come on! He loves his speeches. I'm sure Killian will at least get the shortened version of it."

Mary Margaret had laughed. "Ok, you're probably right about that."

"Emma?" she heard someone say, followed by a gentle shake of her shoulder.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking when she took in the still unfamiliar surroundings. She hadn't even realized that she had dozed off.

"Sorry," she said and tried to stifle a yawn.

"Don't worry, love. I only woke you, because David and Mary Margaret want to leave and I thought you wanted to say goodbye."

She thanked him and stood up from the sofa to hug her brother goodbye. This time she wasn't surprised, when Mary Margaret hugged her as well, telling her that they should meet again soon.

Once she and Killian were finally alone, she turned toward him with a tired smile.

"Is it mean that I'm glad they're gone?" she asked Killian.

He laughed and stepped closer. "Well, it's been a long and busy day. I think we deserve some alone time."

Her smile widened. "I really like the sound of that."

He leaned down to kiss her and unlike the other times that day it wasn't just a quick peck on the lips or a stolen moment when it seemed like no one else was watching. She felt one hand at the small of her back, while the other was in her hair. Her hands were wandering over his chest.

They only interrupted the kiss, when she couldn't hold back another yawn.

"I think you should go to bed."

"And what about you?" She didn't like to start the first night in their new home without him by her side.

He smiled. "I'll just clean up and join you in a few minutes."

"I think I'll help you, then we're done faster," Emma told him.

"Alright then, let's get this over with and then go sleep in our bed." He kissed the corner of her lips.

"I really like the sound of that. Our bed. Our home," she told him with a smile.

"So do I," he told her and after another short kiss they started cleaning up.

Hello everyone,

I'm usually not someone to talk much outside the contents of the fic. But I could use some help deciding on a name for the baby. I always have trouble deciding what's best, because I want a name to be perfect. So here's my current shortlist for names, but if you have other suggestions let me know:

clara

molly

hannah

eliza

amelia/emilia

elena/helena

Thanks for any help you can offer.