Apparently I just can't leave these two alone. Happy New Year's Eve, everyone!
It was New Year's Eve and Emma, Henry, and Killian were sitting around the table, settling in to the first home-cooked meal at the new place. Henry quickly started shoving forkfuls of the pasta into his mouth. Emma and Killian exchanged glances while the boy was concentrating on the food, both nodding at each other.
"Henry, can you slow down for a second? Killian and I have something we want to tell you."
Henry put down his fork and took a sip of milk. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve (neither Regina or Emma had been able to train him not to do that) he looked at his mom and said, "You're pregnant."
Emma's jaw dropped. "How did you know?"
"Well, you and Killian are already married. We all live here. There aren't too many more things that would make you need to use the 'we need to talk' tone of voice."
Emma laughed. No flies on her son.
"Yes, lad. Your mother is with child. We thought there would be more time before this happened, but we're happy."
"We're happy, but we're not telling anyone just yet. But we wanted you to know. I guess you would have figured it out pretty quickly anyway. I know you've already talked to Killian about this, but we wanted to make sure you're okay with it."
"Of course I'm okay with it. I mean, I'm going to be jealous that this kid gets to grow up with you as a mom, but I know you love me. Killian too."
"That's right, lad. I do love you. I'm glad you know that."
"Can we eat now?"
This time both Emma and Killian laughed. There was that appetite again. Dinner continued, talking about how they'd have to convert the small room they planned to use as an office into a nursery. Henry said he'd prefer to have a little sister, since he already had Roland and Neal as a kind-of little brothers. Plus, he said, Storybrooke needed a princess who would actually act like one. Emma rolled her eyes at that, but agreed that her mother would love to have a princess around, one who she could dress in the frilly clothes and teach to curtsy.
The Jones-Mills family packed up a dessert and a bottle of champagne, and headed over to her parent's house for a New Year's Eve get together. Reminding Henry that they weren't telling anyone just yet, they entered and saw the crowd her parents had gathered to ring in the new year. Her uncles, the dwarves,Victor, Ruby, Granny, Archie, Regina, Belle, Robin, and Roland. Henry grabbed Roland, a plate of cookies and some soda and the two disappaered to the TV in Mary Margaret and David's bedroom.
Mary Margaret started handing out glasses of Champagne, and getting everyone ready for the toast. She handed a glass to Emma, who, without thinking said, "none for me, thanks. I can't." Emma realized that her mother would put two and two together, and her eyes widened. She turned to the side, chiding herself for giving it away.
Mary Margaret didn't say anything, simply switched to the bottle of sparkling non-alcoholic cider, and poured Emma a glass. She moved to Killian next.
"Anything to tell me, pirate?"
He looked at his mother-in-law with a puzzled look, not understanding at all what Mary Margaret was talking about. Then, he looked over at Emma and saw the expression on her face. She was pursing her lips and looking scared.
"I'm not sure what you mean, M'lady. Champagne please."
"You're not going to tell me about how you've gotten my daughter pregnant?"
Killian looked at her and smiled. "Emma said it's best not to tell people for a few months yet, just in case things go wrong. Apparently, as far as you've come in this realm, mothers sometimes lose the child in the early stages. Emma doesn't want to tell people until things are further along."
Mary Margaret pulled Killian in for a hug and motioned Emma to come over and join them.
"You two are going to make such amazing parents. We have to tell your father, Emma."
"Not yet, please, Mom?"
Killian chimed in. "Yes, I think we should wait, your highness, until after the child is born maybe. I'd prefer to be alive for the birth of my child, and David may kill me for touching his daughter."
Mary Margaret laughed. "Oh don't be silly, Killian."
Mary Margaret went off to find David, and then returned with 4 glasses of champagne. "Emma, Killian, please tell your father."
Killian inhaled deeply. "Well, mate. You're going to be a grandfather, again."
David's face grew grave, and he glared at Killian. "You touched my daughter," he stated simply, in a deep voice.
Killian's eyes grew troubled, looking at his father-in-law. "Dave, mate. We're married. I hope you understand that I love your daughter, and love the child growing inside of her. I will be there to take care of them both, Henry too."
David looked at Killian, arm drawing back with a fist, ready to strike. As he brought his arm forward, he opened his palm and broght his other arm around, grabbing Killian into a tight hug.
"Just kidding, mate. Congrats you two." He pulled Emma into a hug, and Mary Margaret handed out the glasses of Champagne.
"Emma, one glass won't hurt, and we're celebrating. To the new adventures in store for the happy parents in the new year."