Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter – it alternates between Killian and Emma's POVs. Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate that you all love the story thus far! I have some interesting ideas coming up that I hope you like. Once again, I don't own OUAT or Killian Jones (disappointingly).

Emma Swan was moving into his home. She was officially pregnant with his child – the procedure that taken on the first try. He was going to have a baby. The reality was still settling in and the excitement was still coursing through him as Emma arrived, followed by a small moving truck with all of her belongings. As the workers unloaded her belongings, Killian was shocked at the lack of belongings that Emma owned. Other than a bedroom set, clothes, and a few boxes of personal belongings, she didn't have anything. This was amazing to him – he had a four bedroom, four bathroom home with a three car garage. Every inch of the home was professionally decorated by a woman Tink had hired for him, other than the room he'd cleared for Emma. He also had a shed out back with a bunch of family heirlooms and things of Milah's that he couldn't handle seeing everyday. He couldn't imagine moving with only a handful of boxes and a bed.

When Emma entered the house, Killian could tell she was surprised. Her eyes widened as she explored room by room as Killian directed the movers. He found her minutes later, staring into the state of the art chef's kitchen. Her beautiful blonde locks were in a high pony tail and she was wearing sweatpants and a Storybrooke U t-shirt. She looked beautiful. Killian swallowed his attraction and made his way into the kitchen, clearing his throat. Emma jumped slightly, blushing.

"Um, I picked up your prenatal vitamins and everything else you'd need. Here is the key to the house, a key to the Prius in the garage, a garage door opener is in the car, some cash, and a American Express card. If you need anything else, just let me know," Killian said as he handed her the bag. Her eyes were wide and she seemed a bit pale. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to snap out of whatever it was and smiled at him.

"Uh, yeah. I'm okay. This is all just a bit overwhelming. I've never seen a kitchen this nice in my life. And the bathroom attached to the bedroom – oh my goodness, it has a Jacuzzi. And you, you're, I mean, you're great. I just, I can't believe this is my life right now…" she trailed off.

"Well, you have plenty of time to adjust. Anyhow, I've got to run to the office for a bit. There's plenty of food in the fridge, and you have the car if you need it. I should be back in a few hours. I just have to organize a few files and bring them home," Killian said. Emma waved goodbye as she sat down on the soft, worn in sectional sofa and flipped on the television. Killian couldn't help but grin as he saw how at home she looked. He paid the movers and left, still smiling.

Four hours later, Killian dragged himself into the house from his car. He was exhausted from reviewing files for the big meeting next week all alone since Tink was out of town with her long time boyfriend, Peter. As he opened the door leading from the garage to the house, an amazing scent hit his nose. Surprised and intrigued, he followed the smell to his kitchen. As he approached the eat in area, he found Emma dancing around inside the kitchen, stirring two different things on the stove and then checking something else in the oven. He couldn't help but notice that her hair was in a braid and she had changed into a beautiful blue sundress. With her bare feet and makeup-less face, she was absolutely breathtaking. Killian took a deep breath and made his presence known.

"Hello, love. What's all of this?" he asked casually. Emma jumped a bit, clearly just noticing his presence.

"Oh, hi Killian! Well, I finished my homework and then I was bored, so I decided to cook dinner. I hope you like spaghetti!"

"You didn't have to do that, Emma. You should have been resting."

"I know I didn't have to! But think of it as my small way of paying you back for everything you've done so far. The least I can do is cook the food you've paid for. Killian, I'm pregnant, not dying. I think I can handle cooking the simplest meal ever created. Now, stop complaining about me cooking, it's ready," she said as she began plating the spaghetti. Killian took each of their plates over the table as Emma grabbed a beer for him and a bottle of water for herself.

"So, all settled in?" he asked as he began chowing down on food. Damn, she can cook too! he thought.

"Yep, not that I have much. When I was a kid, I changed 'families' a lot. So I just got in the habit of not having a bunch of things to move from house to house." A comfortable conversation settled in as they finished eating. They talked about his job, her school, books and movies. Killian couldn't remember the last time he felt so at ease.

"I can't believe you've never seen The Princess Bride! It's on Netflix – I'm making you watch tonight!" Emma exclaimed as she helped Killian clean up after dinner. He chuckled a bit and nodded. The idea of spending more time with Emma was definitely not something he was opposed to.

Settling into the sofa next to Emma, Killian relaxed and enjoyed the film. And when Emma fell asleep and her head softly landed on his shoulder, he definitely couldn't ignore the way that his heartbeat fluttered in his chest.

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Hours later, Emma was startled awake by the sudden need to throw up. The first thing she realized was that she was in her bed, not on the sofa. Then she remembered her miserable reason for waking up. Damn this morning sickness, she thought as she jumped from bed, flipped the bedroom light on, and ran to the en suite bathroom. Ten minutes later, she was still there, waiting for the misery to pass, when she heard a soft knock on the door.

"Emma, love, I'm coming in," she heard Killian's soft voice and smiled despite herself. It was ridiculous how easily he got to her. Must be the hormones, she reasoned, even though she knew that wasn't true. He was just so nice. And caring. She kept having to remind herself that he was in this for the little muffin in her oven, not her. As soon as the muffin was done baking, she was sure Killian would toss her to the curb. People always did. Before she could continue thinking, Killian entered the bathroom.

"Love, I just came back from my run and saw your light on. Are you alright?" he questioned gently as he walked in. Seeing her sitting on the floor, he sighed and sat down next to her, up against the bathtub. His hand began rubbing her lower back in comforting circles. She felt the warmth radiating throughout her body and once again had to remind herself why he was there. It didn't help that he was shirtless and glistening with sweat – his dark chest hair pasted his strong, toned body.

"Killian," she mumbled. "You really, really don't need to be here right now. I promise I'm okay, I think it passed, anyway."

He chuckled humorlessly. "Emma, I hate seeing you miserable. This morning sickness is getting out of hand! Shouldn't it be over by now? I mean honestly, we should go see Whale. What if something is wrong? I mean, you said this has been a few weeks." His worrying was adorable and she couldn't help the slight blush that rose to her cheeks.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm only 7 weeks pregnant. It should be passing in a few weeks. Doctor Whale already told us that, remember? Everything is fine. I promise," she reassured him squeezing his hand.

"Alright, I believe you. How about we get you back to bed, huh? I'm working from home this morning, so in a few hours I'll wake you up for some breakfast," he said as he pulled her up by the hand. She followed him silently back to her bed and crawled inside. He pulled the covers over her body and sat beside her, pushing her hair off of her forehead. Just as she was slipping off to sleep, savoring the warmth and comfort of Killian, she felt his lips ghost across her forehead.

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Killian was standing in the kitchen, whistling to himself and flipping the bacon in the pan in front of him. Ever since his early morning vomit-induced bonding session with Emma, he'd been happier than he could remember being in years. He was trying, god he was trying to remember that she wasn't there for him. But it was so hard. When she smiled, he couldn't help thinking that it could be for him. It had only been a day since she moved in and already he couldn't imagine his life without her.

He knew he was lying to her, that he had lied to her since their very first meeting. He knew if she ever found out she would never forgive him. And he had planned on telling her. But then they started meeting for coffee daily in the week before she was inseminated. He got to know her. They were friends. And he just couldn't risk losing her, so he chickened out again and again.

"Morning," Emma said as she made her way into the kitchen, shaking him out of his guilty thoughts.

"Good morning, feeling better?" he asked.

"Yes, thanks," she replied, sliding onto one of the bar stools positioned in front of the kitchen island.

"Coffee?"

"No coffee, you don't want the muffin to get sick, do you?" she asked teasingly. His eyes widened.

"The muffin?" he questioned, curious.

"Yeah, that's what I call the baby. I mean, I like to view myself as the oven. I'm cooking the baby, and when it's done, you'll take it out and it will be yours. I mean, if you don't like it…" she trailed off, nervously biting her nails.

Killian plated the bacon and silently went to pull out his surprise treat from the oven. He laughed when he saw Emma's wide open mouth.

"Well, love, I made muffins!" he exclaimed, chuckling at the coincidence. She sat there for about a minute, staring at the tray, before suddenly laughing hysterically. "So it's perfect!" he said through his laughter.