37 weeks pregnant
The days since New Year's Eve went by without any further indications of an approaching birth of Liam Jones.
Emma was fed up with this pregnancy. She doesn't like to be dependent on other people. She isn't able to do much anymore and that's a fact she really doesn't like. Hell she can't even drive her bug anymore and so Killian and Henry are responsible for all the grocery shopping and so on. She hates it to be so immobile and she is complaining about it to Killian while sitting in the waiting room for their hopefully last appointment with Dr. Whale before the birth.
"Aren't we a little drama-queen today, Swan" he nudges her nose with his index finger and she starts to giggle because he is right. Liam will come when he wants to come, she can't influence this.
The CTG is without any indication of contractions and so Dr. Whale only makes a short ultrasound.
"Everything looks good and ready, Emma. The little one is ready for takeoff but your cervix is still there so I don't expect that you're going into labour anytime soon." She snorts at his statement but Killian only laughs. "My wife is getting a little impatient at latest, Victor. It seems that she can't wait to give birth to the lad." She playfully slaps his arm. "Do I have to remind you, that I'm the one who is currently competing with any whale and that I'm the one who has to stand all the pain during the contraction?"
Both men only shake their heads, better not messing with a pregnant lady.
"There are ways to fastened it up a little bit." Whale smirks "I heard that sex, especially together with an orgasm of the woman can help going into labour, but I suggest you wait another week before using this tool"
"Oh doctor, I like your way of thinking" Killian smirks back and Emma just rolls her eyes- men.
On their way home she examines Killian while driving. He talks about things at the station, of the last quarrel between Robin and Regina, of things general happening in Storybrooke and she just listens, thinking of Whale's words.
"Can we fuck when we're back home" she blurts out and Killian nearly droves over a red sign.
He pulls onto the sidewalk stopping the car.
"Can we what?!"
"You did hear me right, pirate. I don't want to be pregnant anymore." She starts to cry.
Killian releases his seatbelt to reach for her.
"Come here, Love, as much as I enjoy our activities and surely we can do the deeds anytime soon, but don't you think that we should give Liam the time he needs?" She sobs and nods.
"So, I suggest, we drive home, I make fire in the fireplace and a fine hot cocoa for you. And then we settle down on the couch and cuddle a little bit and if you stop to cry I even will massage your feet."
He smiles at her and between her sobs and cries she manages to bring out an "Ok".
The evening is cosy, Henry is with them and they all look a movie. "Pirates of the Caribbean". They all laugh a lot to Killian's comments on the movie. It's so funny that he is still annoyed with this realm's opinion of piracy.
When they go to bed, Emma has a hard time finding a position to lie comfortably. She turns from one side to the other until she feels strong arms around her, his hand is already trailing to her core.
"What are you up to?" she asks him smiling.
"Hmm, I remember you had a command a while ago and I'm happy to oblige now, but.." his fingers are now under her waistband, working softly on her clit, while his mouth is sucking deliciously on her neck.
He releases her neck to whisper in her ear. "I won't fuck you. I will make love to you."
Her arm reaches behind her, pulling him closer because her need of him is beyond everything. He moves his hip into her back and she feels his hard erection.
"Minx, already so wet for me. It seems you don't need much foreplay, hmm?" His fingers are dipping into her entrance, his thump still on her clit and she moans loudly.
"Ssh, love. As much as I want to hear the effect I have on you. Remember, Henry is staying the night and I don't want to give the lad a show." Shit, she nearly forgot Henry's presence. She grinds her ass into his erection and now it's his turn to moan, although his sound is muffled because he is kissing her neck again.
"Get your clothes off, captain" she whispers and feels him move. She takes the chance to pull off her panties as well and then she feels him shifting behind her.
"Spread your legs a little bit for me love." She follows his order and soon his cock is at her entrance and he pushes in.
She bits down on her arm, because it feels fantastic and she is sure, otherwise she would scream out of lust and passion.
He curses in soft tones behind her, when he starts to move.
"Gods above, you feel so good." He pushes in her again. "Really really good." He pulls back and their dance begins.
Emma pushes back when he pushes in her, his finger is still on her clit, rubbing it and she knows that she will come so she tries to speed up and Killian senses the change and is happy to oblige.
He increases his ministrations and she hears him panting, but she is no better. She moans in her arm again.
"So close, Killian, I'm so close" she breaths out hoarsely. "Emma, yes love, come for me, please come for me!" his voice sounds wrecked as he pushes into her again.
The pressure on her clit is increasing and she can't fight it back, she comes, with a force, but this time it's a slow building fire, conquering her whole body with a hot wave and she cries out. His movements become erratic. She knows he wants to draw out her pleasure but she needs him to come too, to fill her up with his essence.
"Killian, come for me. Give me all you got. I can feel that you're close!" She pushes back into him, trying to give him the last push over the edge and she is right.
He cries out her name and with a last thrust, his whole body shutters and he spills his cum into her.
They're both sweaty and breathless, his cock still buried in her, but she feels him softening.
"So much for being quiet." She starts to giggle.
"Hopefully the lad has a deep slumber, but it felt so good."
She turns around to face him.
"Indeed. It felt fantastic." She gives him a kiss. "Thanks for making love to me" she gives him another kiss.
"What gentleman would I be, if I let a lady going to bed unsatisfied?" He smirks at her and she slaps him on his chest.
"Idiot"
"Perhaps. But I'm your idiot and you love me."
"Perhaps" It's really fascinating how they still have this, this little banter that she loves first about them, even before they were a thing let alone married.
"Now, let's sleep and hopefully you don't go into labour tonight. Did you hear me Liam? It would be a little bit too early. Your mom is a tough lass. She can last a little bit longer, right love?"
But Emma is already asleep.
She doesn't feel any different the next day, so Killian goes to the station.
It is early afternoon, when she starts to panic. She hadn't felt Liam the whole day. She read that in the last weeks of a pregnancy the movements of the baby slow down as the place to move becomes more and more limited due to its size and weight but no movement scares her.
"Hey little boy. A little kick for mommy?" She pokes on his bottom but still no reaction.
No, this can't happen. She paces through the living room, up and down, unsure of what to do. She starts to cry and her hand is rubbing her belly, but still no sign of her Babyboy.
Now she is really panicking. She goes upstairs to their bathroom and fills the tub with water.
Every time she bathes, Liam would wildly kick around. Killian loves to watch her bath because he likes the show so much that Liam is making in her belly and so she hopes that he will react now too.
As soon as she douses into the warm water, she relaxes a little bit. Her hand is resting on her stomach and there it is. Liam is kicking against her. At first the movements are soft but soon there is a party in her belly and she starts to cry again while laughing at the same time.
The door opens and Killian comes in.
"Everything all right Swan?"
She knows that he feels, that something is off and so she tells him, about her fear.
"Oh Emma, you know that everything will be fine. You even showed me."
"I know, but when I didn't feel any movements of him, my brain went into panic-mood, but now everything is fine!"
The days went by and still no sign of an approaching birth.
She begs Killian to sleep with her but he always is gentle and their activities seem to have no influence.
Emma is frustrated, but she knows that Liam will come when he is ready.
As there was a review with the hint of the bath, I want to clarify that indeed a hot bath is not good for pregnant woman, that's why I wrote warm water.
The scene is actually inspired by my own experience. It may be seem a little bit reckless not to go to the doctor directly but I think Emma and I are alike at that,. We want to try anything first before going to the doctor.