Pure fluffy nonsense. Its short. Cravings, breaking the news to the parents. About 13 weeks or so.

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time or any of the characters. I did, however, love spicy food and lemon anything during my first trimester.

"Ok, I'll have hot chocolate, veggie omelet with a ton of tabasco sauce, bacon, and a slice of lemon meringue pie."

Ruby gave her a questioning look, "Pie? For breakfast?"

Emma shrugged. "It sounds good. The lemon meringue pie here is amazing."

"Oooooooh K, and for you?" She turned to Killian, who was suppressing a chuckle. "Eggs, bacon, and tea, if you please."

Ruby nodded, and started to walk away, then abruptly stopped and returned to the table, leaning in towards Emma and sniffing. Yes, sniffing. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and she covered her gaping mouth with her hand before a wide, mischievous smile took its place. "You bad, bad boy," she whispered to Killian, giggling as she looked back at Emma. "Your father is so going to kick his ass."

Killian was baffled, but the panicked look on Emma's face told him that somehow, the waitress had guessed their secret. Though, really, the breakfast order could have been more inconspicuous, he reasoned. Subtle, Swan.

"Ruby, seriously, not a word or you're out of the wedding!" Emma hissed, grabbing her arm. The wolf girl just raised an eyebrow, and Killian shrugged. "SO going to kick your ass," she said, laughing, as she left with their orders.

"Maybe we should have done this back at the apartment." Emma mused out loud. "My mother's gonna make a scene."

It wasn't her mother's reaction he was worried about, though, in all fairness, it had been a while since the prince had punched him, and he had been sleeping (or, well, not exactly sleeping) with Emma for months now. He'd even done the proper thing and asked permission from her father before proposing, figuring that the dwarves making her ring would spill the secret if he didn't. He'd just left out one tiny, living detail. He was probably due for a right cross.

As if on cue, Mary Margaret and David entered the diner and took their seats across from Emma and Killian. Infamous pirate or no, this conversation was going to be hard to get through without a drink, and he suspected Emma felt the same way from the look on her face. Taking her hand under the table, he laced their fingers together. He tried to remind himself that telling Henry had gone remarkably well; he'd been ecstatic that he'd get to be a big brother, happy that Emma and her True Love were making it official, and excited when Killian had asked him to be his best man. Maybe this would be the same.

"Ok, so I was thinking next fall for the wedding! That gives us a year to get every detail just right!" Snow White squealed, launching into things immediately.

Emma gave Killian a sidelong look, steeling herself. She was a grown woman. She could do this. "Maybe this fall would be better. We don't really want to wait."

"But Emma," Snow practically whined, "a royal wedding takes months to plan, and I know you may not have grown up as one, but every bride deserves to feel like a princess on her wedding day."

"Especially our princess," David chimed in.

They weren't making this easy.

"Well, it's just..." Emma started, as Ruby brought their food orders to the table with a smirk. Mary Margaret's eyes went to Emma's unconventional order, then to Emma, who stared at her parents wide eyed, and finally to Killian, who was trying to look contrite but still looked proud as a peacock.

"Oh my god."

"What?" David asked.

Snow ignored him, staring at Emma, who stared straight back. "Are you?"

"Um..."

"Emma..." There was the mom voice again.

She pulled a print out from her jacket pocket. It was a copy from their 13 week appointment, where they finally got to see the more human-shaped silhouette of their "bean" for the first time and had been assured that things were going well. Emma had made copies for the whole family, including a laminated one that Killian kept in his leather jacket at all times. She'd never embarrass him and point out that she knew that, but it made her love him all that much more.

"Surprise?"

"OH MY GOD!" Snow nearly leapt onto the table in an effort to hug her daughter as David studied the ultrasound and then turned to Killian, raising his eyebrows. "Well, I always wanted a family, mate." He placed his hand on Emma's belly, smiling awkwardly.

To his surprise, David didn't punch him after all.