Chapter Eight - Emma

"Mr. William Smee, I will ask you one last time who are you working for?" I ask, but like before, Smee just looks down, avoiding my eye. This is so annoying. I angrily bang my fist against the desk when Killian enters the office.

"Any luck Love?" He asks me.

"No." I say, letting my anger seep into my tone.

Killian wraps his arms around me and mutters, "Just lock him back up, after a while he will start to talk. We have more interesting things that we could be doing now." I lean my head into his chest and nod. Killian and I lock Smee back into his cell, before walking to Granny's for lunch and that much needed talk.

"So baby names." I say, after Ruby takes our lunch order.

"Yes, do you have any ideas love?"

"I-I have two options for both girls and boys. I wanted to know if you wanted to choose between the two, that way we could both be a part of the name picking." I say.

"If that is what you wish."

I pause, looking out at the rainy weather.

"What are the two options for the female."

I look into his deep blue eyes. "Sadie or Isabella."

"I like Sadie, it is a powerful name." He says, after a short pause.

"I thought you would like it." I say. "Do you know what it means?"

"No, but I would love to find out."

I laugh, "It means Princess."

"She will be a princess." He answers, without missing a beat, and I smile.

Then Ruby arrives with my grilled cheese (with onion rings of course), and Killian's burger. After she leaves, Killian takes a bite of his burger before asking, "And the boy options?"

"Um." I look at my hands. Out of these two names, I already know who he will pick. Because one of the names I picked for him, "Graham and Liam." Killian swallows before looking at me.

"Repeat that love?" he asks, and I obey. His lips are suddenly against mine. They are powerful and demanding. "You want to name our son after my brother?"

"He could be a girl." I point out, "But yes I do."

I wake up a month after choosing the name of my child and rush to the bathroom. It has been around three days since the morning sickness has started. When I crawl back into bed, Killian pulls me into his arms, even though he still sleeps. He kisses my hair and mutters something that I don't understand. "Wake up." I say, trying to get out of his iron grip. "Wake up." I say again, pushing against his arms.

His arms only tighten around me. I turn in his arms, knowing how to wake him up. I press my lips to his, and his eyes open instantly. He glances at his arms as they practically suffocate me, before loosening his grip. "Thanks." I breath out. The two of us climb out of bed and get ready for the of work. Henry walks into the kitchen at the smell of breakfast and fills his plate high with pancakes.

"You hungry kid?" I ask.

"Yup."

"You seem to be in a rush there lad." Killian points out.

"Do you have something before school that I don't know about?" I ask.

"Um, I wanted to take the bus today Mom." Henry says, looking at his food.

"Why?" I ask, my fork dropping when suddenly I realise why, "Grace is on the bus, isn't she."

Henry's cheeks turn red but he nods. "I am fine with you doing that kid. Why don't you invite her over fir dinner tonight too." I ask.

"Really?" He asks me, shocked.

"I don't see why not. Does Jefferson know yet?" I ask, Killian comes from behind me and embraces me from behind.

"Yes. I was over Grace's house Saturday night, not Nick's." Henry says, looking down.

"Why didn't you tell us?" I ask.

"I didn't think you would approve."

"Why wouldn't I approve." I ask.

"Wait," Killian says, "But we picked you up from Nick's house."

"Yeah, he was covering for me. I went over his house ten minutes before I called you."

"You sly kid." I mutter, rolling my eyes. "Well, if you want to catch the bus, you better get going."

"Thanks Mom!" Henry says, hugging me around the waist before practically running out of the room.

"They grow up so fast." I mutter, staring after him.

"Young love." Killian adds, laughing.

Killian goes to all of the meetings with the Mayor now, letting me deal with things at the office. David was now back at work in the office. He like usual is quiet as we work. Killian is at a meeting with the mayor. Tonight we plan on telling Henry about my pregnancy. In around a month we will tell the rest of the town. Of course, we will wait until after Grace leaves before we tell my son this news. Henry had texted me, asking me to order pepperoni and bacon pizza for tonight. My mouth watered at just the thought, and I responded that I would be fine with that.

When work is over, Killian and I walk back to the house together. I order three pizzas (Killian, Henry, and I eat a ton, and plus leftovers are always an option for a late midnight snack) I also sent Killian to get root beer and coca-cola. Killian hated being out of my sight, and honestly, I loved looking at him too, however I still made him go to the store without me.

Henry and Grace came home at around four thirty. Killian and I leave them alone until we all eat dinner together. "So, Grace." I say, after getting myself a fourth slice of pizza. "Do you like sailing?"

Grace blinked, surprised by this question, "Yes, my Papa and I used to go fishing. It has been a while since we have done it though."

"Do you miss it?" Henry asks, intrigued.

"Oh yes, very much so." Grace answers.

Killian, who's ears perked up the moment he heard the word 'sailing' comments with, "We go sailing almost every weekend."

"You should come with us one time." I add, and Henry grins looking at us.

"Oh can I really?" Grace asks, and we nod.

The rest of the evening with Grace was fun. She really is a sweet girl, perfect for my son. She left the house a little after ten at night, after watching a movie with Henry on the couch. "Henry, we have something we need to tell you." I say, looking at Killian. We might as well get this conversation out of the way, as soon as possible.

"What is it?" He asks, walking over to where Killian and I both drink peppermint tea.

Killian looks at me before saying, "You are going to have a brother or sister."

Henry pauses for a second before smiling. "Really?" He asks, his face lighting up.

"Yes." I say, looking at my son.

"That is great news. How much longer?"

"Seven months." I say, immediately resting a hand on my stomach as I think of the months to come.