A/N: Hope you all enjoy this chapter! It's a big step forward for our lovely little family. Originally there was only going to be one more chapter after this one but it was getting long and the transition was going to be a little weird so I think I'm going to break it up into two, which means two more chapters after this one. The next one is my last prompt for the story- Mary Margaret teaching Killian to drive. That one is finished (I'm starting to realize I end lost of chapters with dialogue as well which I'm not sure how to feel about) and the last one I'll work on this week. That's why I'm putting this one up earlier than expected. Thanks so much for the response on the last chapter and the story as a whole. Reviews make this process so wonderful and they make my day to get them. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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It had started with a stomach flu. But then it hadn't ended despite the aches passing. Killian was beside himself with worry every time Emma woke up and ran to the bathroom. It went on for weeks. Henry spent most of his time at Regina's in an attempt not to get Emma's plague. Mary Margaret kept a close watch on the situation, asking strange questions about Emma's diet but never giving the opinion that Emma knew she was anxious to give.

By the second week Emma was starting to think that it wasn't actually a flu anymore. By the nineteenth day she knew it wasn't. And that was terrifying for her. All the memories of sitting in her prison cell and staring down at that white test stick in her hands came flooding back. Eighteen and terrified. Alone.

It was why she didn't tell Killian when she started suspecting something. She knew Killian wouldn't leave but they hadn't exactly been trying for a child, content to just spend the first year of their marriage as just the two of them and Henry. But now they were only four months into their marriage. How would Killian take the surprise? Would he be upset? Angry? Think that Emma was trying to trick him?

Turned out Emma had been oh so wrong about how Killian would react. When Emma had come home from the hospital after her appointment under the impression of getting medicine for her flu, she'd presented Killian with the file Whale had given her. Killian had read it quickly then looked up at her, wonder in his eyes.

"Is it true," he'd asked?

Emma had nodded, too scared to say the word out loud. Pregnant. Baby. Expecting.

"I'm going to be a father?" Killian had asked before quickly amending, "to a little baby? I love Henry more than my life but, I'm going to have someone to teach to walk?"

Once again Emma had nodded.

"Emma, say something love. You're scaring me. Are you okay with this?"

Emma wasn't sure if she was okay. She was warring between excitement that she was adding to their family and panic. Emma could already see the little boy with curly black hair running around and pretending to be a pirate while Emma pulled out her hair trying to control his magical mishaps. Or the little girl who could control and bend Captain Hook to her will so well that Emma would consider taking notes on the technique. But what if she couldn't be a mother? She only became a real mom when Henry was ten. She'd missed all the diapers and late nights. And what if Henry was angry? What if he got upset and thought she was replacing him? She didn't want that but she did want this pregnancy.

"Emma, we're going to be okay. Henry will be okay and will be an amazing big brother. Like Liam was for me." It was as if Killian was reading her mind. But she was an open book to him so why did Emma suspect she'd be able to panic without him noticing?

"My last pregnancy was a terrible experience. I didn't even see Henry before he was given away. I missed everything. What if Henry thinks I'm replacing him to try and do it better this time?"

"If he does I'll talk to him. Neither one of us were expecting this nor are we replacing Henry. I would never replace the boy. That boy was my first time being an actual father because I wasn't that for Bae. I can't deny though that I want a child to call me papa. I want a child with you."

Emma had cried after that for the whole night. She had cried for the years she'd lost with Henry. She had cried for the days of morning sickness, hunched over the toilet in her cell. She'd cried for the resistance she'd had at first over staying in Storybrooke for Henry and how she had been scared she would be a terrible mother. She cried for the fear that still lingered and had flared when Whale had told her she was expecting. Killian held her and reassured her that yes, he was scared too but he was also excited. Killian had cried with her when Emma's excitement started the win over the panic. They were going to be parents. Parents.

After their night alone Emma had called Henry to the cottage. She'd paced in front of the couch while Killian and Henry sat, watching her, waiting, Rapi in between looking bored. Eventually Henry had sighed. "I'm going to be a big brother aren't I?" he'd asked. That had stopped Emma in her tracks. Killian had burst out laughing and the boy just shrugged. "I'm thirteen. I'm not oblivious." Henry had assured them he wasn't upset and was hoping for a baby brother but he'd not said much else. Emma had been too shocked and distressed to look for a lie behind his words.

And now, three months later, Emma was just starting to show. With the end of the first trimester the morning sickness had stopped. Henry was staying more with them now that he wasn't woken up every morning with Emma's retching but still spent five or six days a week with Regina. It was comforting to Emma and her pregnancy hormones to have Henry back with them more often. At night she still convinced herself that Henry was staying so much with Regina because he secretly hated her. In the morning it was easier to see that that probably wasn't the reason because Regina and Robin had Robin and Zelena's baby and Roland in the house. But still, Henry was quieter and hadn't come up with a new operation to share with Emma since her pregnancy announcement. It left Emma confused. And worried.

"Emma, love, would you like some hot chocolate?" Killian asked, walking into the kitchen where Emma sat eating the healthy and sugarless cereal Killian had insisted she buy for breakfast instead of her bear claws. It was both adorable and annoying in equal measure, both reactions Killian got whenever he bought a new box, depending on the mood her hormones had put her in that day. But Killian never stormed out in anger, just raised a brow, gave her a smirk and filled her bowl anyways.

"Sure, thanks. Make one for Henry too?" she asked, leaning back against her chair, hand going to rest against her belly. It was a subconscious move now, a reassuring action. Rapi looked up from where he'd curled up at Emma's feet. Emma rubbed a sock foot over his golden fur and the dog fell back to sleep.

"I didn't know Henry was coming over until tonight." Killian moved around the kitchen, pulling down the supplies he needed to make the sweet drink. At the sound of the cupboard doors opening Rapi decided that the promise of food was more important than the petting Emma was giving him with her foot. Killian stopped to give the dog's head a rub before continuing on.

"I called Henry just before you came down and asked him if he wanted to help me paint the nursery since you just got the supplies."

They were going to convert the guest bedroom into the nursery to be ready for when the baby arrived, even though they planned to let the child sleep in their bedroom in a bassinet for the first while. They didn't know the gender yet but whatever it was the ocean would be in his or her veins so Killian and Emma had decided that a light blue, the colour of a sky with pure white clouds so thin that it diluted the colour would be suitable. The furniture would be white and a fluffy rug would cover the wooden floor. After Emma and Killian had announced the pregnancy at a party at Granny's toys and other baby supplies had already begun arriving from people of the town, looking to give presents to the new baby prince or princess. Marcus had offered to make them the crib and other needed furniture, just as he had made the crib Emma was supposed to use back in the Enchanted Forest. The nursery set wasn't supposed to arrive until closer to the due date but Emma wanted the walls done while she could still help do it. The only thing in the room was a boxes that the toys and baby blankets had been placed for now.

Killian gave her a gentle smile. "That's a really good idea, love. I think it will be good for you to spend some time with the boy."

Rapi turned from where he'd been following Killian around and ran to the door, barking excitedly. "Henry's here," Emma said, stating the obvious. "Rapi, give him a minute to get in." The dog didn't listen and kept making noise, tail hitting against the wall by the door while he waited for one of his favourite people to appear.

The door opened and Henry's voice filtered into the kitchen as he greeted Rapi. Henry groaned a bit as he bent and picked the dog up, making a show of how much he had grown since bringing him home. Henry had loved Rapi, just as Killian predicted and let the dog sleep on his bed whenever he stayed the night. Henry often joked that they would need to get him a bigger bed because Rapi took up so much space.

"In here, kid," Emma called, turning in her chair to watch Henry come in, dog held up like a much smaller baby than he actually was.

"Hey Mom, Killian."

"Hello, lad." Killian brought over two hot chocolates when Henry sat beside Emma after putting down Rapi and handed them over. "Ready to do some painting?"

"Ready to try. I'm an author remember, not an artist."

"Either am I," Emma answered, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. "If all else fails I'll magic the paint on the wall and we'll just tell everyone we slaved away on it."

"I won't tell if you won't," Henry replied, giving a smile. The little smile reassured Emma that Henry didn't hate her for bringing a baby into the mix. Any emotion other than that? Emma couldn't tell.

"Well, I'm going to go to the Jolly. Need to get her ready now that winter's passing." Killian pressed a quick kiss to Emma cheek and one to her belly. "I'll take Rapi so he stays out of your painting." Killian gave a whistle and Rapi jumped up and followed him out of the house.

"How's school?" Emma asked, turning to Henry. He shrugged.

"Busy. They're prepping us for high school."

"I can't believe you're going to high school next year, kid," Emma replied with a shake of her head. She could still remember the little ten year old who'd showed up at her door all that time ago. So much had changed since then but Henry had been the one unwavering aspect in her life since.

"I'm not a baby anymore," Henry retorted, standing, the chair scraping across the floor. "Is the paint in the nursery?" In her shock Emma could only nod before watching Henry stomp out of the room and up the stairs. Henry never snapped at her. The word choice of baby sent warning signs through her mind. Maybe asking Henry to help prep the room was a bad idea. Maybe Henry thought the whole baby thing was a bad idea.

With a sigh Emma pushed herself up, groaning a bit at how her growing belly was changing her movement. It was strange after a decade to get used to her body changing again. To be fair though, being pregnant and working and being with her family was a very different experience than being pregnant and in a jail cell. This time around it wasn't the same at all.

This time there more tears but less panic. She could cry without fear of seeming weak, something that she was very conscious of in prison. She could chose when to go to see the doctor, would be able to find out the gender and actually appreciate it, pick names and picture what the baby would look like. She had parents who were keen to help, a husband who was beyond doting, and a son- well, she was going to figure that out now.

Emma climbed the stairs and turned into the baby nursery to find Henry already bent over the paint cans, stirring the pigment up and pouring it into trays for rollers. Emma stopped in the doorway, watching her son. His movements were sharp and tense, jumping back with a huff when it splashed out onto the wood floor.

Emma flicked her wrist before Henry could find a rag, removing the paint from the floor. "Henry," she called, watching her son stiffen then turn, trying to wipe the anger off his face in a style Emma recognized from her own repertoire. Hide and they can't get you, right? "We need to talk."

"I'm sorry I snapped."

Emma shook her head. "Not about that. We need to talk about the baby."

Henry sighed, hand going to scratch behind his ear. This movement she also recognized and had to fight the smile it caused. "I thought we already talked about it, like months ago."

Emma walked into the room and sat on the box that was currently holding all the new baby blankets and swaddling cloths. "Yeah, we did. But I don't think we talked about what we needed to."

"What's there to talk about? In five months a baby will be here and I'm going to be a brother."

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?" Henry pretended to sound confused but Emma could see that he knew he'd been caught.

"You're angry. You barely spend any time here now even though Rapi's here and you wanted the dog. And don't say it's to avoid the noise. That dog makes a quarter of the noise of Zelena's kid."

Despite himself Henry snorted before sobering. "I really hate your superpower." Henry slid to the ground, sitting, then pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Henry, you know this isn't going to change us."

"It is. You and Killian are having a kid. Your own kid."

"You're my kid, Henry. You're always going to be my kid, even when you're getting married and I'm finding all kinds of embarrassing stories to tell your bride."

Henry was quiet for a few moments, chewing on his lip. Emma just waited quietly. "But you gave me away."

"Oh, Henry." Emma moved off the box to sit next to Henry. He looked away. A tear streaked down Henry's cheek. Emma fought off a wave of pregnancy hormones threatening to make her blubber again. "I couldn't keep you. You know that."

"But I've got all these fake memories of growing up with you. We were okay. We were happy." Henry sounded a bit hysterical, as if he really had no idea what was going on but was clinging to what he'd convinced himself of.

"I have those memories too but I also remember what my life was like back then for real. Prison was no place to have a newborn. Henry, I was eighteen, your father had abandoned me and I was serving time for a crime I didn't commit. I'd lived in the system my whole life so I had no home to go back to. I lived in my car for months before moving to Boston. Having a three month old in a car in winter? You may not have survived it." Emma turned around to face Henry who was studiously looking down at his hands. "Giving you up was the hardest decision I've ever had to make. If I could have kept you I would have, but giving you up was your best chance."

"I didn't know that," Henry replied, sounding guilty.

Emma laid a hand on Henry's knee. "I'm not saying this to make you feel bad. I'm trying to explain that I did it because I had to. And think about your home with Regina? I know it wasn't always great but you had more than I could have ever given you and now you have two families." Henry looked up and gave her a little smile. "Killian and I having this baby doesn't mean we don't love you, or that we love this baby any more than you. Killian's told me over and over how much you mean to him and how important it was that you let him be that father figure for you. It's because of you that he's so excited to have this baby. You showed him he can be a good father."

"Killian is pretty good at that."

"He really is," Emma replied, feeling warm. Killian would be a wonderful father for the baby.

"I'm sorry I've been avoiding you guys. I just-" Henry gave his head a little shake. "I guess I was just confused with my memories because they seemed so real and it hurt me that you chose to keep this baby but not me."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you before this. I need you to be honest with me though, Henry. I need you with this pregnancy. I've been so scared and I miss you."

"I missed you too." Henry leaned over and wrapped his arms around Emma.

"Love you, kid," she whispered, trying out the nickname again.

"Love you too, Mom," Henry answered, equally quiet.

When Henry pulled back Emma examined the paint in the trays. "Why don't I magic this onto the walls and we go watch some Netflix?"

"I won't tell if you don't."

Later that evening Killian found Emma and Henry on the couch, Emma napping while Henry scribbled away in his notebook, Granny's takeout wrappers spread across the coffee table. Rapi disturbed their peace by exploding into the room and jumping on Emma. Henry burst out laughing and despite her rude awakening Emma had to smile because this is what she'd been desperately missing. It made the whole pregnancy less scary now that she wasn't worried about losing Henry. Now she could enjoy it without that dark cloud hanging over her.

"Get the nursery done?" Killian asked as Henry lifted the dog off his mother.

"Yup, just finished," Henry answered, stretching before winking at his mother behind her husband's back. "Looks great."

"Excellent, are you staying the night, Henry? Or do you want me to walk you to the Queen's residence?"

Henry glanced over at Emma, eyes drifting down to where her hand was rubbing contently across her swelling belly. "I think I'll stay."