Here is the next chapter. I hope you like it. I did my best to work it out. It's not really long. I split it with the next chapter.

Chapter 11: Big Questions

Killian looked her concerned. Emma seemed really nervous and uneasy.

"What is going on? Is everything alright?", he asked a bit worried. They had a reservation for the restaurant, but Emma was distressed and this was so much more important. All plans were forgotten, including the box in his pocket, which held the ring.

Emma was playing around with his hand and hook, not knowing how to start.

"Well, you see…", she stuttered.

Killian caressed her cheek and turned her face to look at him. Her green eyes were filled with tears and fear. "Love, you know you can tell me everything. Whatever it is that's troubling you, we'll get through it together. I promise. Just say it. I can't watch you being afraid to tell me. We're a team."

Encouraged by his words, though she knew he didn't saw this coming, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and blurted out: "I'm pregnant."

After a moment of silence, she opened her eyes and looked at his face. Many emotions were reflected on it as he was trying to understand her words. Fear, disbelieve, confusion. She tried to make out happiness on his face, but the confusion was so dominating that she couldn't make it out.

This scared her. He didn't want the baby. He didn't want her baby. Didn't want her. He was going to run away and would be all alone, just like with Henry. All those pushed away fears flashed through her head and grew louder with every passing moment he remained silent.

Then suddenly determination overtook in his face, he gripped her hand and said the things she least expected as a response for her revelation: "Will you marry me?"

She drew back her hand like he had burned her and moved a bit away from him. "Seriously? I tell you I'm pregnant and all you can think of is that we have to marry? I don't want you to marry me out of obligation!" Emma turned away to hid her hurt expression.

Killian moved in closer to her taking her in his arms. She struggled a bit, but let him move her face towards his.

"Emma, love, I don't have to marry you out of obligation. I marry you because of love. You are my happy ending, my true love, my everything. I love you so much I don't think I have ever loved before in my life. And a baby." He affectingly lay his hand on her still flat belly. She sighed relieved and laid her hand on top of his.

"I never even dared to dream about having children with you. But this is…" He paused. With a smile she wiped away the tear that had escaped his eyes. Killian got it together so much that he could let go of her hand and reached into his pocket.

"And if you don't believe me that this not spontaneous, maybe this will convince you." As he put the box out Emma gasped. "Henry, your father and even your mother have helped me to put together the perfect proposal. First a romantic dinner at you favorite restaurant, then a walk in the moonlight at the docks and then me leading you to the Jolly Roger, all decorated with candles and rose petals. Poor David, all the work for nothing. And there I would tell you how beautiful you are. How grateful I am to have you in my life. Finally I would ask you to take me as yours forever."

With this word he got down on one knee in front of her.

"But nothing could be more perfect than hearing from my beautiful swan that we are having a baby, a new addition to our family. So, as this is the perfect moment, I ask again. Emma Swan, will you marry me?"

This time Emma threw herself at him, so that they both landed on the carpet. "Yes! Of course!", she shouted with glee, kissing him.

After a moment he pushed her slightly away and made her sit up. "Careful, my love. You carry the most precious freight."

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Later that evening, they lay in bed together. Killian's hand busy caressing her stomach through the cheats and whispering to the fetus.

"You know, I don't want a big wedding.". Emma stated, focused on watching the sapphire ring sparkle on her finger. "Well, you're mother will be heart-broken. But as it is our wedding she will have to live with that.", Killian responded after planting a kiss on her belly.

Now Emma sat up, holding the cheats to her body. "And I want to get married as soon as we can. Why wait. We've spend enough time with waiting. Besides, if we remember our wedding day and look at the pictures, I don't want to look like I've swallowed a balloon."

Killian shot her a playful glance. "Careful, don't insult my baby." She pulled him up in a kiss. He got back under the covers and wrapped his arms around her. "You mean our little pirate." He raised an eyebrow. "Aye, Regina said I had a little pirate in me." "So you think it's a boy?" Now was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "No, I don't know. But who says pirates have to be male? I would make a hell of a pirate! I'm sure a child from you and me can only turn out to be a pirate. And I don't like calling the baby 'it' or just 'the baby'. 'Little pirate' is more individual." He chuckled.

Emma let her hand caresses his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder. "So, what do you think?", she asked.

"I have to admit I would really love to have a little lad.", he said, stroking her back.

"No, stupid. I mean the wedding. Would you be okay with a tiny wedding? Just our family and closest friends. And very soon."

"I'd marry you tomorrow, if I could, Swan. I can't wait for us to be finally married."

A smile grew on her face and she looked up to him. "Promise me you'll never stop calling me that." "What?" "Swan. Never stop calling me that. Even though my name will be Jones soon." "Oh, will it?" "Of course. Swan was a name I got from people who didn't want me. But you…I think you proven enough time that you will never let me go. And our child should have that name, too, of course."

"Then why do you want me to still call you Swan?", Killian asked with a questioning look.

"When Regina or anyone else calls me that, it's just my name. But when you call me that it sounds like a pet name. Like a compliment. I feel so loved when you call me that." "So, I can't call you Mrs. Jones?" "Oh please don't do that in public!", she exclaimed distressed.

Before the look of hurt could settle on his face, she threw of the covers, mounted his lap and said: "When you say Mrs. Jones with your sexy voice, so possessive, showing of that I'm yours I think I couldn't hold myself back." His eyes darkened immediately and as he turned them around so he was on top of her, kissing her fervently, he thought he should defiantly call her 'Mrs. Jones' as often as he could.

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Hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter is about them telling everyone the big news. Especially Henry.

Stay tuned.