"Why not?"

"Because".

"Not a bloody good enough reason", Liam's voice rung out in the small area of the shop as the two Jones brothers stalked towards the exit, Liam's heavy footsteps ringing out, indicating his pure annoyance with the circumstances.

Killian almost groaned at the familiar argument: one they'd had multiple times over the past five months and not just between the two of them.

"Liam..."

"Killian", Liam's voice mocked his brothers as they reached the silver car-

-Killian had taken to having lessons a month after they had found out Emma was pregnant, insisting that she'd need someone to drive her to the hospital when she was pregnant despite her obvious protesting at the situation.

"No, Liam", Killian muttered as the two of them maneuvered into the car, Liam pouting in response, his bottom lip almost jutting out and causing Killian to snort and roll his eyes-

-okay, maybe he and Emma were becoming more and more alike.

Putting the groceries in the trunk and popping it back shut afterwards, strolling around to the front seat quickly when that was completed, the pout still visual on his pale face.

"But I want one", his whiny voice echoed out as Killian started the car, lighting the ignition and reversing out of the bay park, ignoring the beeping which informed him of the reverse geer.

"Bloody hell, Liam, you do not need another cat as adorable as Mr Fluffy is", Killian added at the look on his brothers face, perfectly aware that Liam was about to protest immediately and rolling his eyes in the process-

-Liam had an overly unhealthy obsession for those damn, fluffy creatures.

Liam huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking out of the window, green scenery his only sight, blatantly ignoring his little brother-

-younger brother, Killian had corrected far too many times since they had returned.

Killian hummed under his breath as the radio turned on, singing quietly along to a tune he had caught Emma singing quite frequently in the past two weeks. Damn modern music and how catchy it is.

Liam was still pouting to himself as they got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him as Killian rolled his eyes once more, collecting the multiple grocery bags from the boot and slamming it shut with a bounce.

"Dramatic pounce", he muttered, remembering to lock the car as he strolled forward to the four bedroomed house he and Emma had previously purchased-

-he still remembered insisting to her that she move out from with her parents to which she had protested, we're going to need more room when the baby comes along, love he had to tell her sternly with a soft smile as she eventually relented.

Liam was even still staying with them in the guest bedroom, offering to help them with painting the baby's bedroom. Killian thought he was even more excited than he and Emma at times, picking up little blue baby socks with small anchors covering them from target, insisting they were going to have a boy ("Of course it's going to be a boy, it's a first Jones of its generation", he had insisted, dramatically). He and Emma had snorted at him together, her teasing him. Something about gender and a mother's instinct?

"I heard that, you prat!" came the reply, his voice laced with offence.

Snorting, Killian continued forth, suddenly brought out of his thoughts, "You were supposed to".

"Oi!"

Smirking to himself amusedly, Killian twisted the doorknob and let himself in to their house-

-theirs. It was theirs. It left an immense sense of happiness that echoed through him and sent shivers down his spine, relishing in that fact as he was greeted by the sight of his very pregnant fiancée.

"Killian", she sang, her arms flaring at her sides as the two of them walked side by side along the horizon front, Killian's eyes slightly unfocused.

Emma's arms shot out to him, locking their fingers together as his glassy stare directed up to hers, the two of them coming to an abrupt stop. She stepped around so they were no face to face, her hand tightening her firm grip on his hand as he finally came back to earth in time just to hear Emma babbling on to him.

"...to Killian."

"Huh?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, curiously, "In your own world there, pirate?"

A blush coloured his cheeks and spread downwards slightly, clearly embarrassed-

-odd. Killian never got embarrassed. She could only ever remember one time he had blushed previously when Liam had told the story of him losing his virginity. The memory alone made her smile, grinning up at him.

"Sorry, love."

Her raised eyebrow never faltered as she rolled her eyes at his strange behaviour, "You gonna let me in on what's swirling around in that head of yours?"

"Nothing", he mumbled, eyes darting downwards for a fraction before they flashed back up to hers in a blink, baby blues brightening up his entire face as a smirk covered his whole face, teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

It was almost midnight now, the two of them had gone for a stroll after their very lovely date. Killian had taken her to a very posh restaurant outside of Storybrooke before fetching her back, asking-

-okay, more like demanding her to accompany him on a short walk before they retired for the night.

"Are you okay?" she asked, almost laughing in the process. Even though he was smiling now, he still looked...

Put off? Down? Wait... was he nervous?

"Are you nervous?" she giggled. Nervous Killian was one side of him what she hadn't come across yet-

-another adorable side of him, she mused, as his left hand came up to scratch that spot behind his ear, his lips pressing tightly together as the breeze of the summer air drifted past them softly, the moon glaring in all its beauty.

He nodded unenthusiastically before placing his hands on her shoulders, smiling down at her once more although it was smaller now, much more reserved. He looked almost... shy?

"Emma," he started before trailing off with a sigh, shaking his head slightly at himself before tracing his arm across her slightly noticeable bump, his fingers coming to link with hers.

He looked happier after that: much more comfortable.

Still staring at him, Emma tried to rationalise what he was doing to no avail, the little crease she got on her forehead when she was concentrating hard on something appearing as she gazed at him, giving him a small smile to give him strength on whatever he wanted to say.

"I... I've been over this possibly a million and one times in my head and nothing ever sounds right. Nothing ever sounds like something you deserve which is nothing less than perfection and I want to do right by you", he trailed off slightly again before staring at her and he seemingly straightened up, smiling lightly as he loosened the grip of their entwined fingers before releasing them all together and taking a step backwards.

He took in a shaky breath, his fingers fumbling in his pocket before he pulled out the item he was looking for.

Emma's gasp echoed throughout the empty space, her eyes narrowed in on the black, velvety box he was now holding in his hand before he abruptly dropped to one knee, still smiling up at her but with everything this time, passion reflecting through his eyes.

Her eyes never faltered from the box he held as he flipped it open, gasping again at the sight of the ring for the first time.

The ring was beautiful, breath taking. It was a silver ring, encrusted by a medium sized diamond, green reflecting from it in the moonlight as it sparkled, the diamonds playing with the light of the moon.

"It was my mother's", he whispered quietly, gaining her attention immediately. Though he said it quietly, it sounded loud in the much bare street, her eyes catching with his once more, their gazes never faltering as he gulped audibly, the bump in his throat growing as he took in a few more gulps of air.

"I love you", he said firmly, blue eyes glittering in all their beauty. "I love you", he repeated. "More than anything in this world. More than I ever thought possible, especially after Milah. And I owe you, I owe everything to you, especially with our little pirate prince on the way."

His voice grew firmer after that, more determined, taking over from all the nervousness. His eyes grew softer though, solid turning to liquid at the mention of their child as her hand instinctively drifting down before lightly resting their, his eyes following the not-so-subtle movement.

"Even from the day we met when you had a knife pressed against my throat, I knew. I knew you were going to mean something to me, something special and I know you did too".

"Killian. You don't have to-"

"No, let me. Please", he pleaded with her, shooting her a look that told her to shut up when he saw she was about to protest.

"I had this all planned out in my head before I came here tonight but I truly cannot remember a word of what I had promised myself to tell you. However, I do have a question for you", his eyes caught hers again at that, twinkling in mischief at her.

"Will you please give me the absolute honour of giving me your hand in marriage and making me the happiest man on this planet?"

His eyes were so beautiful in that moment, Emma didn't think she'd ever forget the way they sparkled up at her with hope reflecting through them, pleading for her, for them, and their happily ever after.

Then-

"Get up here, pirate."

His eyes deflated at that considerably but did as she asked and coming to stand by her, unprepared for the attack she lashed upon him.

Almost jumping, she rushed forward, grabbing ahold of the lapels on the jacket of his suit and crashing his lips to hers, causing him to stumble into her before his lips unfroze and started meeting hers back enthusiastically. She could feel the smile against her lips as her tongue brushed up against his bottom lip, demanding entrance, to which she immediately granted, their tongues soon beginning a very familiar dance which they had perfected over the last couple of months.

Abruptly pulling back, she grinned-

-bright and happy and just everything. The expression on his face was still unsure, making her laugh quietly under her breath before she focussed her eyes on him.

Her hand came to rest on his cheek, her thumb rubbing against his stubble as her smile widened.

"Yes", she breathed against him-

-they had barely separated, just enough so she could whisper the words to him.

"What?" His voice was breathy but resounding with happiness as a smile spread over his lips.

"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you".

Everything was mostly a blur after that, they both remembered a kiss so hot it was hard to breathe and his arms slamming tightly around her but the rest was history.

And well-

-she did go home with the ring on her finger, gleaming in the moonlight, after they'd all gone to Granny's to celebrate, of course, David congratulating them both and inviting him officially into the family.

"You certainly took your jolly time getting here", Emma's voice echoed throughout the household as he locked the door shut behind him, turning around to smile sheepishly at her.

"Sorry, love".

"If you have my Ben and Jerry's ice cream, I might find into my heart to forgive you", she teased, stepping forward to drop a brief, lingering kiss onto his awaiting his, twirling the grocery bags out of his hand and strolling into the kitchen, him begrudgingly following behind.

She wouldn't listen to him if he insisted to carry the bags, she had shut that down months ago-

"I'm a modern, twenty-first century woman and I don't need any man to tell me what to do." He had shut up after that.

Rolling his eyes, he made to follow her, freezing for a second when he heard a gasp of pain before flashing forward, geering into action.

He wasn't prepared for what he saw though-

-Emma curled up over the kitchen counter with a hand displayed over her eight and a half month pregnant belly, glaring up at him.

"It's time", she told him on a gasp.

"What?" That voice was far too breathy and nervous to be coming from him.

She looked up, her eyes gazing at his. "My waters just broke, I'm going into labour".