AN: Sorry for the delay, and thank you for sticking with this story; I am forever grateful. In this chapter Emma asks Killian if he wants to have a baby, it will be a split POV chapter starting with Killian and ending with Emma. Read and review please, it would be greatly appreciated; MysteryFan1997

Disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters from OUAT.

Ch17 - The morning after

Killian's PoV

After our second and third rounds, we fell back onto the bed; I smirked internally as I remembered her reaction to my ripping them from her body.

I kissed her head, I watched as she got comfortable and lay her head on my chest; we eventually fell asleep.

I couldn't contain the feeling of surprise when I realised that she had awoken before me this morning.

I opened my eyes, and tilted my head up slightly; only to be met with the sight of Emma leaning up against the headboard. She must have been lost in thought, as she I jumped slightly when I traced my hand up her leg.

Her gaze drifted down to meet mine, my voice laced with curiosity as I spoke.

"Good morning love, what has you up earlier than normal?"

She smiled softly before answering.

"I was just thinking about something my mom asked me yesterday"

I then moved to sit up against the headboard, Emma moved to lean against my chest; I then placed my arm around her shoulders.

What did her mother say to her? I needed to know, so I spoke again.

"Do you want to talk about it? What did your mother say?"

Before she could reply, I heard her stomach rumble softly; she then leaned up placed her lips on mine.

She spoke again.

"You wanna head downstairs and have breakfast?"

I nodded in agreement, silently hoping she would want to continue the conversation once we were downstairs.

We then got up and headed downstairs, we made our way into the kitchen and watched as Emma rummaged through each cabinet; she decided to make pancakes, with bacon and eggs.

I studied her movements, as she prepared our breakfast; she was unusually quiet. Normally she would turn around and smile at me as she was preparing the food, but this morning she didn't.

She then lifted the plates and the cups of coffee, she placed them on the table; she placed my plate and coffee in front of me.

I watched her intently, as she repeated the action with her own plate and cup of coffee.

Once she moved back to the table I reached out to pull her into my lap, she fell into my embrace. I kissed her, and we sat like that for a few minutes.

Emma then moved out of my arms and went to sit down in the chair at the opposite side of the table.

I watched her as she sat down, when I cleared my throat again; she glanced up at me, swallowing silently when she looked at my face; I tried to hide my confusion, I then reached across the table to take her hand in mine.

I spoke again.

"Emma love, what's wrong? I have to say I was surprised that you were up before me this morning, and that when mentioned your mother, whatever she said is now troubling you"

She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, I smiled softly as she slightly when she felt my hand on hers. That's when her eyes opened again, I smiled reassuringly at her.

She glanced at me again, she looked nervous; she then spoke.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine. I wasn't sure how to approach this topic, you know we've only been married a short while and we should have talked about before we got married; I have been thinking about this ever since my mom asked me yesterday, do you want to have a baby with me? In the near future of course"

My breath caught, she looked at me; and that's when she sat back in her chair, she tore her gaze away from me and lifted her coffee.

This is why she was silent this morning? Emma was right we should have had this conversation before we got married.

Did she really just ask me if I wanted to have a child with her?

She cleared her throat and then she finished speaking.

"I'm not going to lie, and say I had a good experience with my last pregnancy because I didn't; and when my mom asked me yesterday morning, I wasn't sure how to ask you; but she told me that the only way I would find out was to ask you"

I glanced at her, and I realised that she had held her breath as I spoke.

"Emma, I..."

I looked at her, not knowing how to finish what I was about to say. She looked at me, and I noticed her expression was unreadable.

This wasn't going to end well...

Emma's PoV

"Emma, I..."

He looked at me, I knew he was probably trying to find the words to let me down gently; I waited for him to finish his sentence and when he didn't, I looked at him hoping my expression didn't show what I was actually feeling at that moment.

When I spoke, hurt with a slight touch of anger laced my words.

"Of course you wouldn't want to have a baby with me, I mean who would want to have a baby with someone who gave her son up for adoption?"

His dazed expression and silence was telling, so I got up and moved towards the lounge, I sat on the couch.

I didn't mean to put space between us, but at that moment I needed to; I placed my head in my hands, and I tried to stifle the cry that was threatening to fall from my lips.

The self doubt I felt earlier resurfaced, why the hell did I have to mention wanting to have a baby?

I glanced up and noticed that Killian wasn't at the table, I glanced up and I noticed he was standing beside the couch.

I smiled softly, I watched as he sat down beside me; and placed his arms around me.

He spoke.

"Emma, love I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you; you're right we should have talked about it before we got married. I wasn't sure if I would be a good father, but being with you has changed that"

I smiled, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. I then spoke.

"Killian, I'm sorry too; I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that; you know it's weird because I have always doubted my ability to be a good mother, and I'm sorry that I was too absorbed in my own thoughts and not realise you had the same doubt in your ability to be a good father"

He tightened his embrace, and kissed the top of my head. I let the tears fall.

He spoke gently as he reassured me.

"Emma, my love you are a wonderful mother, Henry is a wonderful young lad, and just because you gave him up to be adopted doesn't mean that you failed him; you will be a wonderful mother to any children we have, because this time it will be different; I will never leave you, your father wouldn't allow that to happen"

I laughed slightly at his last comment, I nestled further into his embrace; and we sat like that for the rest of the morning...

TBC