**I was made aware from a review earlier that the names for the babies were different. Sorry about that you guys! I forgot to change it here that I'd changed their names from Eoin and Isabella to Desmond and Molly. The more I looked over that chapter and the names I'd chosen, I'd become unhappy with my choices so I changed them. Sorry about that little mix up!**

Chapter 22

Two days ago…

"Is your hospital bag packed and ready?"

"Yes, Killian. I even had my dad load it into the truck." Emma rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her belly.

"And does he know-"

"The quickest and safest route to the hospital?" she asked. "Yes, he does. He's had it planned ever since the wedding two months ago. Also, before you ask, yours and Smee's numbers are saved into his and my mom's phones, plus mine and Tink's, but she's spending the weekend with Adam anyways."

"She promised me that she'd be here while I'm gone."

"Killian Jones! You made her promise to keep her away from her boyfriend, didn't you?"

"No…"

"Killian…"

"Maybe a little. She's my little sister darling, it's my job to be annoyingly protective over her."

"Whatever." Emma stepped up and gave Killian a kiss on the cheek. "Just hurry up and go, I can see Smee freaking out in the car that you won't make your flight to L.A."

"I'm not worried about that because I'm more worried about you. This will be the first time we're apart since…"

"I know."

In December, Killian had received the news that he'd been nominated for a Golden Globe for Best Actor in A Drama for a movie of his that had premiered right inside the nomination timeline, The Dust Storm. If he won, there was a good chance he could be nominated for an Oscar.

At their December appointment with the doctor, Emma had asked if she would be able to travel to L.A. with him for the ceremony because she wanted to be there to support her husband. Dr. Rhea had to break the news that she would be too far along for it to be okay. Now it was a couple days before the show and she was only a few weeks out from her due date, so Killian was worried that he'd miss the birth by going out of town, but Emma had insisted. She had promised to join him for the Oscars, when he got nominated.

"Go, and call me when you land okay?" Killian nodded and then brought her in for a kiss and then pulled away.

"I love you."

"I know."

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Now…

Emma woke up the Sunday of the awards with a pain in her back. She knew what they meant as she gasped when a jolt hit her. Her water hadn't broken and the pains went down to just a constant dull ache so she ignored it and went on with her morning.

After breakfast, she was enjoying some time reading outside on the back patio when her phone rang. 'He's a Pirate' from Pirates of the Caribbean alerted her that it was Killian.

"Hey."

"My darling, how are you feeling?" The man must've had a latent psychic ability that she didn't know about.

"Perfectly fine. My back hurt this morning but come on, I've got twins growing in here. No worries."

"Swan…" he added with a warning tone.

"Killian, please don't worry. Like I said, it's twins…there's bound to be some pain and discomfort."

"You can't tell me not to worry my love. I love you and you're carrying our children, I'm going to be worried until the day we bring Des and Molly home from the hospital."

"I know. Anyways, isn't it almost time for you to get ready to get on the Red Carpet or something?"

"Love…all I must do is shower and then put my tux on and I'm ready."

"You take longer to get ready than I do Killian Jones and you know it."

"Uh huh. Remember that in a couple of months when it's not just me here in L.A."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you remember darling? I promised you that I would take you to the Oscars as my date."

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Killian texted her a couple hours later that he was getting in the limo to head to the ceremony, so she went to find everyone else that was scattered around the house so they could gather in the media room to watch.

"Mom! Dad! Tink! It's time for Red Carpet!" she called. Emma hurried to the media room as best as she could and when she sat down, her back was hurting again, and a lot more than before. Her parents and Tink came in and Mary Margaret immediately knew something was up.

"Emma, sweetheart, is everything okay?" she asked. "Are you going into labor?!"

"Mom, chill, please. It's…nothing. My back just hurts."

"Are you sure princess? I remember when your mom here went into labor. Her contraction pains started early in the day."

"Dad."

"Okay, okay. I won't be taking my eye off you."

"I would despair if you did."

"He's right though, Emma. I think I'm going to call Killian", said Tink. "He'd want to know." She pulled her cellphone from her pocket and barely managed to unlock it.

"Don't. You. Dare. He deserves this and I will be fine, okay? We're going to see him win and if it's still a problem then, I will consent to allowing you guys to take me to the hospital and telling my husband."

"We agree", said Mary Margaret.

"We do?" asked David.

"Of course. She gets that stubborn streak from you, you know. Besides, nothing we do is going to change her mind."

Emma's phone buzzed with a text from Killian that the limo was pulling up and he'd be walking down the carpet soon.

"Guys! Hurry up and turn it on! He said the limo's pulling up." David dimmed the lights and turned on the projector they'd hooked up to the cable. Emma changed to the channel to E!'s Red Carpet Show. Several celebrities were already walking along the carpet and waving to the camera and being interviewed by different people.

The camera shifted back to showing arrivals and the hosts were talking about everyone that stepped out of the limos.

"Oh look Maria, Jennifer Lawrence has just arrived, followed by Liam Hemsworth and Miley Cyrus, the alleged newlyweds", said Ryan Seacrest.

"JLaw looks as beautiful as ever in a gorgeous red Dior dress", replied Maria Menounos. "Liam and Miley are certainly-" She stopped talking as the door of yet another black, sleek limo swung open. "Look Ryan! It's Killian Jones!"

Emma scooted forward in her chair as Killian emerged. He was looking extremely dapper, Emma thought. She had helped him pick out the tux, even after she assured him that she knew nothing about fashion, and he filled it out spectacularly. The women in the stands started screaming and waving and Killian waved back, smiling that million dollar smile the only way he could. Emma pulled her phone out and sent him a quick text.

Mrs. Jones: Looking good husband.

Looking back at the TV she saw the moment he received her text a few minutes later. She saw the smile on his face as he read it and when he began typing back his reply, the three little dots that signified a response was being typed popped up on her phone.

Mr. Jones: It's all for you darling. I'm sure that had you been able to join me, in all your state, I would have been overshadowed by your beauty.

Mrs. Jones: I miss you. I wish I could be there with you.

Mr. Jones: Me too darling.

Killian slipped his phone away after she got his last message because he was brought up to be interviewed by Jason Kennedy in the press area.

"Killian Jones, welcome! You're looking good tonight, who are you wearing? You know we have to ask."

"Of course Jason. Thanks for the compliment. I'm actually wearing Ralph Lauren. My wife helped me pick it out."

"Speaking of…where is the lovely Emma? Wasn't she supposed to accompany you tonight?"

"She was but she's back in Hawaii right now, at home where I'm filming. As I'm sure everyone knows, we're going to be parents soon and she can't fly right now, so…"

"Is she watching tonight?" asked Jason.

"Yes, she's watching right now."

"Do you want to say anything to her before we get to the boring stuff?"

"Sure." Killian turned away from Jason and looked directly at the camera. Scratching at his ear in that nervous way Emma loved, he smiled and then spoke. "I know I already told you that I miss you, but I will tell you again: I miss you my love, and wish you could be here to share in this with me. I wish I could've shown you off to the world and let everyone know how lucky I am to have you. I will be back with you soon Emma. Oh and hi Tink and Dave and Mary Margaret!" Emma wiped at her cheeks, which were covered in tears.

"I think you just made all the women watching jealous!" Killian simply shrugged and smiled back at Jason. "So, tell us about this role you're nominated for tonight. You play Brennan, a musician from Nashville. Was it hard to learn the American accent?"

"Not really, no. I did a movie years ago where I had to do the accent so it wasn't difficult to…get back in the groove, as it were. I did have to practice quite a bit because it had been so long since I'd done it."

"Well, it sounds perfect to be honest. If we didn't know you were Irish, I would've been supremely surprised just now!"

"Thank you very much Jason."

"You also sing and play the guitar throughout, was that all you too?"

"Yes sir. Been playing the guitar since I was a wee lad and I used to sing with my brother…" Emma smiled as Killian talked about singing in a band with Liam when he was younger and she loved the enthusiasm with which he talked about the movie.

"Well, thank you for that Killian. Don't forget to step into our Glam Cam on your way!"

"Will do Jason." They shook hands and Killian stepped away and onto the camera platform. Emma watched as he was given the signal to strike a pose and she, along with her parents and Tink, laughed out loud as he jumped up and struck a rock and roll kind of pose. It was a quick jump, but then they showed the 360° view of the picture and it looked pretty good: his hair stuck up slightly and his face was scrunched up like he'd been singing along with a song and his arm swinging around as if he was strumming a guitar.

"That was pretty cool", David said as the show cut to commercial.

"I wish I could've been there", said Emma.

"You'll be there for the next time sweetheart", said Mary Margaret.

"Exactly", Tink spoke up. She tossed some popcorn in her mouth. "Me brother gets invited to these things all the time. Probably going to get to go to the Emmy's and then the MTV Movie Awards and all that. It's because he's such a hit with the ladies."

"Tink."

"It's true. Regina convinces him to go all the time, even if he doesn't actually go." Emma was about to speak when her phone rang.

"I'll be right back." She stepped out of the media room and hit 'ANSWER'. "Hey."

"What did you think of that darling?"

"How did you not split that suit?"

"Magic love."

"You made me cry you know, with those beautiful words."

"I'm sorry my darling. How are you feeling?"

"My back still hurts to be honest, but I think it's the stress of it being so close to Molly and Des."

"Maybe you should go lay down Emma."

"I'm not missing this. I'm not missing your win."

"We don't even know if I'll win love."

"You're going to win Killian. I know it."

"Thank you Swan."

"It's Jones and it's been that way for a few months now, you know."

"Sorry love. Anyways, I've got to go because they're calling us in now."

"Good luck. Molly, Des, Mom, Dad, Tink, and I are all rooting for you."

"Give my best to them all. I love you Emma Jones."

"I love you too Killian Jones."

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An hour and a half later, after watching Killian help present the award for 'Best Song', it was the commercial break before his award was presented. The pains started coming more frequently as the commercials droned on and on. When the show came back, Emma felt a sharp stab of pain.

"DAMN!"

"Emma! What's wrong", cried Mary Margaret.

"I think it may almost be time", Emma said through gritted teeth.

"Let's get going to the hospital then", said David. "Tink, you call your br-"

"NO!"

"Emma, please! You're probably about to go into labor", said David. "We need to get you to the hospital."

"I will not miss Killian winning this award. When he wins, we can go but not a minute before then."

"He is going to be very mad when he finds out Emma", said Tink.

"I don't care! I'm not missing this. Please?"

"Fine." David pinched the bridge of his nose, "I can't believe we're agreeing to this. I'm going to double check the car and make sure the bag is good to go." He got up and left the room.

"You understand, right Mom?" Emma asked Mary Margaret.

"Of course honey, I do. It's just that your father's worried. You're his baby girl, despite however old you may be."

"I know."

"Guys!" Tink turned the volume up on the TV as Amy Adams walked out onto the stage in a gorgeous red Atelier Versace gown.

"Tonight, I'm here to present the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Drama. I'm sure you can all agree with me when I saw that each and every one of these men are all equally deserving of the win. Join me in congratulating all the nominees." Amy Adams and the crowd began to clap as the camera panned around. "Thank you and now for the nominees: Leonardo DiCaprio in The Revenant."

"That was a good movie", said Tink as the camera moved to show the actor at his table. "Did you know he ate that liver for real?"

"That's wonderful Tink", Emma gritted through clenched teeth. "And very disgusting."

"Killian Jones in The Dust Storm." The camera focused on her husband who was smiling brightly and wide as he looked to the camera and winked, which she was sure was for her. All of a sudden, Emma felt a whoosh and looked down, to see a puddle on the chair and floor.

"My water just broke."

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The camera was moving away from Killian when he saw his phone light up from where it was on the table. He doesn't register as the rest of the names are being read or the pause from Amy up on stage as she opens the envelope with the winner's name because it's David's name on his caller ID. He's about to answer when he heard Amy call his name.

"And the Golden Globe goes too…Killian Jones for The Dust Storm!" One of his costars clapped him on the back.

"Killian! You won go!" He stood and made his rounds of the table and as he was walking up the stairs to the stage, his phone (which was still in his hand) vibrated and Emma's name came up. Killian didn't think twice before stopping and answering the phone.

"Swan? Is everything alright love?"

"Killian! My water broke! These kids are coming now, and I need you. I can't do this without you, please."

"I'm leaving right now." He started backing down the stairs.

"No, get your award. Just get back here as soon as you're done. Please. I love you." She hung up before he could say anything else. He ran back up the steps to where Amy and the woman holding the statuette were. Killian was handed his award and received a hug from the actress. He turned to the podium and placed his award upon it. The crowd quieted down as he stared at the statue.

"I won't say much except thank you to everyone who was involved with this. I had an elaborate speech planned, but I don't have time right now. My wife just called me and told me she's going into labor, so…I have to go. Thank you."

Killian picked up his award and jogged off stage to applause and almost ran into Smee backstage, who was on his phone.

"Smee! I need-" His assistant told the person on the other line to hold on before he looked over at Killian.

"I know sir. Mr. Nolan called me to let me know. I've already informed a concierge and they went upstairs to your room and your bags are packed. There is a helicopter waiting for us on the roof to take us to Bob Hope Airport where the private jet I chartered is waiting."

"Smee…"

"Don't worry sir, I've taken care of everything." Smee smiled at him. "Let's go, shall we?" On their way out of the ballroom, Killian spotted teddy bears in the window of the hotel gift shop and ran in. He had them charge it to his room and then ran back out to follow Smee to the roof.

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"WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?!"

"Emma, please relax. He just called and said he was almost here. Just another hour or so", David pleaded with her.

"Don't tell me to relax! You're not the one pushing two cantaloupes out of your VAGINA!" Emma fell back on her bed and her breathing got heavy. "God, I'm sorry Dad. It hurts and Killian's not here yet and…I'm sorry."

"It's okay princess. How about I ask your mother and Tink to bring you some ice chips?"

"Please." David sent Mary Margaret and Tink, who'd stepped out to grab something to eat from the cafeteria, a text with a request for the chips.

Emma looked at the clock on the wall of her room and it read 7:30pm and she'd been in labor for a long time. She'd read that twins normally were born just a couple hours after water breaking, but Des and Molly didn't want to move. The doctor had been checking on her and everything was fine, and Emma couldn't help but think they knew they had to wait for their father to arrive.

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"Can't this bloody contraption fly any faster?!" Killian yelled into his headset. The helicopter pilot, Leroy, turned to look at him.

"I can't go any faster Mr. Jones, at least not safely. We're almost there, it's another 30 minutes. I even got them to allow us to land on the helipad on top of the hospital."

"I'm sorry Leroy, it's just that I'm nervous and anxious. I hope you understand."

"Of course sir." Killian nodded and looked out the window as they flew passed the mountains and worried at the cuff of his leather jacket. On the flight from Los Angeles to Kauai, he'd changed out of his tux and into something more comfortable: blue and grey flannel shirt with a white Henley underneath, khakis, grey Converse, and a black leather jacket Emma had given him at Christmas. The teddy bears he'd purchased back in California sat in his lap. When they'd landed at the Kauai airport, Smee had taken Killian's bags and gone back to the house after hiring another helicopter to take him to the hospital where Emma was.

To pass the time remaining until his arrival, Killian thought back to after the wedding. He and Emma had not had a honeymoon because she wasn't in any condition to go anywhere or do anything remotely fun at the time. Killian had also crammed in extra days on the movie so he could have a longer paternity leave after the birth of the twins. If he was nominated for the Oscar, he was going to whisk Emma away on a post-ceremony weeklong vacation in Canada. Maybe he'd rent them a cabin or something. He couldn't really think of it at the moment because he felt the helicopter begin to descend and he saw Wilcox Memorial looming below them.

"Maternity is on the third floor, so you won't have to go far when we land", said Leroy. "My wife, Astrid, she had our son here last year." The helicopter landed and Killian unbuckled himself and hung the headset up and held both bears with his left arm as he extended his hand to shake Leroy's.

"Thank you again and sorry for being short with you earlier", said Killian.

"It's no problem Mr. Jones. Good luck and congrats!" With that, Killian jumped from the helicopter and was surprised by David when the elevator doors opened.

"Thank God you're here Killian."

"I should never have gone. I should've stayed here. The bloody award doesn't mean anything right now and I would've chucked it if I'd missed the birth of my children."

"Congrats on that by the way." The elevator doors opened to the third floor and Killian followed David as he led the way to Maternity. "Emma didn't want you to miss it and you wouldn't have heard the end of it if you'd decided to not go."

"Aye. My wife is one of the most stubborn people I've ever met", said Killian, "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

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Emma was chewing on some ice and chatting with her mother and sister-in-law when the door burst open to reveal her husband, all worried and disheveled hair and teddy bears in hand.

"Swan! Darling, I'm so sorry I was almost late!" David took the bears from him as Killian was at her side in what felt like a single step.

"It's okay Killian. I think they were wait-AHHHH! GET THE NURSE BECAUSE THIS HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFU-"

"Emma!" chastised Mary Margaret. "Language!"

"Well excuuuuuse me, Captain America!" Killian snorted and couldn't help himself before he started laughing, letting out a loud guffaw that got everyone else in the room started and surprised the nurse that walked in.

"Oh, wow. How is everyone doing in here?" she asked. Tink was the first to calm enough to speak.

"Just releasing some tension right now, but I think it may be time Nurse Blue", she said.

"Let me check and we'll see what's next. Would you mind stepping outside Mr. and Mrs. Nolan and Ms. Bell?" Nurse Blue snapped on some gloves as the three left to stand in the hall. Killian took his place near Emma's head and took her hand as Nurse Blue lifted the sheet over Emma's legs. "Oh boy."

"What? What is it? Is something wrong?" asked Killian.

"I can see a head." Nurse Blue pulled off her gloves and tossed them away. She pressed a button on the wall behind Emma and an alarm sounded. "These babies are coming now. Daddy, we're going to need you to change into some scrubs." She pulled a pair of light blue scrubs from a cabinet in the room and handed them to Killian.

"I'll just be in the bathroom love", he told Emma. "Don't worry, I'll be right back." Killian didn't think he'd ever changed as fast as he did in that moment. Two minutes later, he was back out in the room and in that small amount of time, a lot had changed: there were two warmers by the window and couple extra nurses standing by while Nurse Blue was helping Emma sit up and place her feet in the stirrups.

"Killian! I want my mom in here too, please!" Emma pleaded. Killian looked to the doctor and Nurse Blue who both nodded their approval, so he stepped outside to the hall.

"Mary Margaret! They're coming now and Emma has asked for you."

"Okay. Coming!" Mary Margaret shucked off her jacket and handed David her bag. Killian went back to Emma's side as the nurses handed Mary Margaret a yellow smock and gloves since there was no time for her to change like Killian did. The doctor, who had been watching the fetal monitor, turned around to face them.

"Okay, there's a contraction coming Emma, and I'm going to need you to push."

"Uh huh. By the way Dr. Rhea, that's my mom, Mary Margaret."

"Nice to meet you. I'm going to need you two on either side of Emma, one hand under knee and another on her back." Killian took her left while her mother stood on Emma's right. "Okay, here it comes. Are you ready Emma?"

"As I'll ever be." She gripped the metal bed rails and leaned forward.

"Push!"

Killian and Mary Margaret held Emma forward as she pushed, letting out a grunt that turned into a yell.

"You're doing great sweetie, keep pushing!" said Mary Margaret.

"The head is out! You can lay back now Emma", said the doctor. "You're next contraction is coming and hopefully we'll get the shoulders out then." Killian grabbed a small towel and wiped down Emma's forehead of sweat.

"You're doing wonderfully my darling."

"WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW?!"

"Emma, you need to rel-" Before Mary Margaret could finish, a flash went off.

"The hell is that?" asked Emma. Tink appeared behind Killian's shoulder; he had no idea how she got into the room without anyone seeing or hearing.

"Hey! I thought I'd get some pictures", said Tink. "For memories you know."

"Rose Bell." Killian hadn't really heard Emma speak in such a scary low voice. Tink went around him and leaned forward, allowing Emma to grab a handful of her green sweater, pulling her down until their noses were practically touching. "If you take one more picture, I will knock you out and shave your head and mail your hair to Adam. Do we understand each other?" Tink gulped and backed away when Emma released her, and Killian let out a small snort of laughter.

"I'll just return when you're all done, shall I?"

"Good idea sister." Tink went back out to the hall and it was perfect timing because the doctor let them know another contraction was coming.

"Push Emma!" he said. Killian and Mary Margaret took their positions as Emma began pushing, crying out in pain.

"Damn, this hurts like a bitch!"

"Don't worry love, you've got this! You're almost done!"

"You shut your mouth Jones! YOU did this to me! I swear you're never touching me again! DO YOU HEAR ME?! BE GLAD WE'RE HAVING TWINS!" She pushed again, and the doctor leaned back from her with a baby in his arms.

"Congratulations you two, it's your little girl."

"Molly!"

"Would you like to cut the cord Mr. Jones?" Killian, who upon seeing his daughter for the first time had gone mute, simply nodded. Nurse Blue placed instrument where Dr. Rhea told her to and waved Killian over and allowed him to take over and cut. When he finished Nurse Blue took Molly to a warmer where she and another nurse started cleaning her up.

Killian went back to Emma and kissed her on the forehead as Dr. Rhea went to check on Desmond's progress. When he was done examining, he tossed his gloves and called Nurse Blue over.

"Blue? Get downstairs and have them prep a room for C-section." Killian's head snapped up.

"What? What's happening? Is our son okay?"

"Mr. Jones, please-"

"Do not tell me to bloody calm down." Killian took a breath and looked back at Emma.

"Please, just tell us", she said.

"Desmond is fine, he's just breach. I tried to turn him, but he's being very stubborn. We need to do a C-section to get him out safely."

"Okay, yes." Killian nodded.

"We'll have Molly here taken to the nursery in the meanwhile." Killian looked over at the warmer where his daughter lay swaddled in a pink blanket. Emma was covered and the bed made ready to roll out.

"Mom!" called Emma as the bed was rolled through the door, "Thank you. I forgot to call August and Graham, can you call them? Please."

"Of course honey. I'll do it right now." She pulled her cellphone from her pocket and walked off to make the call.

David jogged up with Tink.

"What's going on princess? Killian?"

"Des is breach, so they must perform a C-section on Emma to get him out."

"Dad", Emma called as the doctor and nurses roll her away. "Please go with her. Keep an eye on Molly." She asked one of the nurses following along to make sure he was allowed and the bed was pushed into the elevator to take them down to the operating floor.

"Don't worry Emma, I'll make sure she's okay", called David. As the elevator doors closed, Killian watched as David followed behind the two nurses pushing the warmer towards the nursery, realizing he had yet to hold his daughter.

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Emma was tired. That was one of the first things that registered. The second was how empty she felt. As her eyes fluttered open, she started taking stock of her surroundings and the constant beep at her side reminded her that she was in the hospital because she was giving birth.

Eyes now fully open, she looked around for Killian and found him in a rocking chair, rocking with their son in his arms. She wasn't surprised to see tears in his eyes, her husband was an emotional man (in a good way). He had yet to notice she was awake so she kept quiet and just watched her two boys bond.

While Killian smiled and cooed at Desmond, she heard whimpering coming from a bassinet near her bed, signaling that Molly also wanted attention. Killian looked up from where he sat, and noticed she was awake.

"My love, how are you feeling? You've been asleep for a few hours now, they knocked you out well."

"Not bad, but I'm sure that's because of the drugs." They laughed a little, but were interrupted once Molly made her presence known once more. "Can I hold him?"

"Of course darling." Killian carefully placed Des in her arms and went to lift Molly from her plastic bassinet, and returning to the bed to take a seat next to her.

"They're both perfect Killian, like mini-yous."

"There's plenty of you in there love." Emma watched as he stroked Molly's chin. "This little chin is all you and your mother. Des will have your hair, I'm sure of it because it already appears lighter than Molly's." Emma looked at the tuft of hair on her son's head and saw the light brown color. No doubt that it would turn blonde soon enough. She looked over at Molly who already had more hair than her brother already, except hers was dark and would obviously become the same as her father's.

"They're going to be a perfect mix of you and me Killian", she said, looking up at him. At once, she noticed the unshed tears from earlier making their way down his cheeks. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Emma. I just never thought I could be this happy", he replied. "How was I to know that that girl I met over a year ago now, the one covered in fake blood and wearing rock n' roll t-shirts would be the mother of my children? Despite everything we've gone through, I wouldn't want to change anything because it's made us who we are today and those people are perfect for each other."

"Killian Jones, you are the greatest husband anyone could ever ask for. I grew up never having someone put me first the way you do. And now, I know our children are going to grow up so loved and protected by the best father I know you will be. I love you so much."

"And I you." Carefully cradling Molly to his chest, Killian leaned down and kissed Emma lightly. They were interrupted when they heard a light knock on the room door. "Come in."

The door creaked open and Mary Margaret (carrying a nautical themed diaper bag), David (with balloons and the teddies Killian brought in hand), and Tink (with a couple of bouquets of flowers) filed in.

"What's all this?" asked Emma. They all set everything down and crowded around the hospital bed.

"August and Graham sent these roses and the lilies are from Adam and I, as congrats", said Tink. "By the way, your brother and his husband will arrive tomorrow, it's the earliest flight they could get."

"Good, I can't wait for them to meet Des and Molly."

"Your husband brought these bears for the kids and I saw these balloons and had to get them", said David. "Now, may I hold my grandson?" Emma handed Des over to her father, who held him as if he were the most precious thing to ever exist.

"Dad, we'd like you to meet Desmond Liam David Jones." David looked up from the baby to Emma and Killian, eyes shining.

"You didn't have to do that."

"'Course we didn't", replied Killian. "We wanted to. We wanted to name him for two of the most important men in each of our lives." Mary Margaret inched towards Killian.

"And this little one? Molly-what?" she asked him and Killian placed her in his mother-in-law's arms.

"This is Molly. Molly Ruth Margaret Jones."

"She's named for Killian's mother, yourself, and Grandma Ruth", said Emma. Mary Margaret gave Killian a quick kiss on the cheek and went back to giving attention to her granddaughter. The emotional silence was broken by a laugh from Tink.

"What's wrong with you sister?" asked Killian.

"I always knew you liked The Beatles", she said to him. "And that 'Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da' was your favorite song."

"Of course! Meet Desmond and Molly Jones!"

This will be the last chapter with and epilogue left to go. With the completion of this story, I will stop publishing to FanFictionNet and completely move over to AO3. I hope I don't lose fans for that, but if you want to read more of my stuff, feel free to look me up there...I'm under the same username.

Added bonus: I've already published stuff there that's not on here. Look me up and let me know what you think!