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"Emma," Killian said with a very exasperated tone. "Would you please stop referring to our child as 'it.'"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Killian, all I said was that it's hungry and you should let me have the rest of your iced cream."

Killian handed his bowl over. "Only because our child is hungry, love."

Emma and Killian had gone back and forth over the past weeks; is it a girl? a boy? Do they want a girl, or a boy? Do they want to find out? All they could really settle on was that the child was wanted and loved.

"My appointment with Whale is at 8:30 tomorrow. Are you coming again?"

Killan had been utterly amazed by the ultra-sound, and by hearing the baby's heartbeat at Emma's first appointment. He didn't always know what to make of this realm's technology, but he fully approved of the device that let him see his child (not that they could tell it was a child, it was more of a lump he thought) before he or she had even been born. A few weeks had passed, and it was time for Emma to have another checkup and ultrasound.

"To see our child again on that TV? Yes, of course I will be there."

Emma laughed. Killian had been reading every pregnancy and childcare book he could get his hand on, but still referred to the ultrasound as "that TV." He stayed up every night reading, and Emma swore he would wait until she was just about to drift off to sleep to ask the worst questions. Swan, did you know that some pregnancies can last a year? Swan, did you know that our child is actual urinating inside of you? Swan, did you know you don't really need to eat for two? You only need 300 extra calories a day. That one earned him a slap and as usual she told him to leave her alone, she was trying to sleep.

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The next morning at Whale's office, Emma grimaced as the doctor covered her still flat stomach with the gel and started rubbing it with the wand trying to find the baby. As excited as they were for this child, for her it brought back memories of the last time she went through all of this. Storybrooke might be behind the times on some medical equipment, but Whale's office was a good bit more comforting than the jail medical ward. He questioned her about morning sickness and other first trimester concerns and Emma tried to keep her mind off of whether or not Whale was really qualified to deliver her baby. He'd received most of his true medical training through a curse, and there hadn't been a baby born in Storybrooke, ever.

"Well, everything looks good Emma. Want to know anymore than that?"

"What do you mean? What else is there? It's too early to tell the sex of the baby."

"Yes, but it's not too early to tell you you're having twins."

"TWINS?" Both Emma and Killian were surprised. This was a possibility they had not even considered.

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"Now you really have to stop calling our child 'It,' love." Killian was walking Emma to work, after the appointment.

"Ha ha. Very funny pirate. You're not going to be so smug when I'm as big as a house and you can't even get close enough to hug me. Twins! I'm going to be giant."

"All the more of you to love, Swan," Killian said jokingly as Emma rolled her eyes.

"And now we have to come up with four names! Two girl's, two boy's, and which combo we want to use if it's one of each. This will be impossible."

"Well you know Henry keeps suggesting Luke and Leia. Maybe we'll get the chance to make the lad happy and use both."

"We are not naming our children after movie characters, Captain Hook," Emma said, poking him in the shoulder.

"I'm a character from a book, love. Do not speak to me of that movie." Killian really hated the animated Captain Hook. Really, really hated.