Emma stood looking at herself in the mirror, she felt huge. Nothing fit her anymore and her bump was rapidly growing. She hated to admit it but it was time for some maternity clothes. At least she could still see her feet though but for how long was anyone's guess.

She skimmed her hands over her bump and sighed. She felt like she looked a mess. Even when she tried to look good, like now, she'd done her hair, her make up (trying to hide the bags under her eyes) tried to find a half decent outfit that still fit her (there wasn't anything) she was just about to give up when she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist cradling her stomach and a head nestled in her hair. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know it was Killian, she'd know his touch anywhere.

'Hey beautiful how's my girls?' He said stroking her now very visible bump and kissing her neck.

'Killian you know they could be boys right?' She asked. She was starting to feel worried. For the past few weeks Killian had been adamant that the babies were girls despite the lack of evidence on either part. She was worried that if they turned out to be boys he might not be as happy.

'Course I know they could be. But they're not. Don't ask me why or how but I just know it. Now are you going to tell me why you've been staring in the mirror for the last fifteen minutes love?'

'I look a mess and nothing fits' she said in exasperation.

'Darling you look radiant. If that's what is worrying you I can assure you you've never been more attractive to me than right now'

'Yeah well we'll see if you're still saying that in three months when I'm the size out a house' she huffed.

'Emma you could the the size of ten houses and it wouldn't matter to me. I'd still find you the sexiest woman I've ever met'

'I don't get it. Why would you still want to sleep with me when I look like this?'

'Is that an offer Swan? I'll always find you attractive love. I love you you know that and seeing you like this, I don't know why but it makes me want you even more. Knowing that it was me who out these little miracles in here well, it does something to a man Swan' he said still tracing circles over her stomach.

'Ah so you're one of those pregnant with my baby types' she says laughing at him.

'I guess I am love. Now come on we have to go'

'Where are we going?'

'I vaguely recall you mentioning something about no clothes fitting you anymore? I think it's time we rectified that don't you?'

She nodded and picked up the only thing that still fit over her bump, a jumper. She groaned pulling it on, it was the middle of August and the sun was out, the last thing she wanted to do was wear a jumper but if she didn't go out and buy new clothes now she'd be in the same predicament tomorrow and the day after and the day after and it would only get worse as she grew.

'Killian you don't have to come I know you will hate it. I won't mind if you want to stay home'

'Emma I'm not letting you go alone and I want to spend time with you'

'I can look after myself I'm a 30year old woman Killian'

'I know you can look after yourself love but you don't have to and I don't want you to. Look why don't you invite your mother then instead. I'm sure she will enjoy a shopping trip with you. She's always complaining she doesn't spend enough time with you'

'Is that how it is? You or my mum?'

Killian just gave her his trademark smirk and winked at her.

'Alright I'll call her but you owe me Jones!'

'Don't I always?'

Emma playfully slapped him and pulled out her phone to call her mother.

'Hey mum'

'Emma! Is something wrong love? What's happened?'

'What? No mum nothing's wrong. Why would you think that? Look I'm just calling to see if you wanted to come shopping with me. Just me and you. I don't have any clothes that fit me so figured it's time to find some maternity stuff. Be nice to spend some time with you too. It's been a while since it was just the two of us.'

'Oh Emma of course I would honey you know I'd want nothing more. I just need to check your father is okay with it I don't think he had plans so I can leave Neal with him while we go. It can be a proper girls day. We can even get lunch!'

Emma rolled her eyes at her mothers words and when Mary Margaret went off to talk to David Emma turned to Killian.

'Oh I'm so getting you back for this Jones'

Killian just sat there chuckling at her.

'Emma? Your father is happy having Neal honey. What time shall I be ready?'

'I'll drive around in a minute. Oh what are they doing today?'

'I'm not quite sure I think he might take him to the park and for Ice cream'

'That sounds good...tell him Killian will come along and keep him company, we'll be there in ten' she said winking at Killian his mouth wide in shock.

'See you soon Emma'

'Touché Swan, touché'

'You still owe me Jones'

'That's not new, come on let's go it seems I have a date with your father and brother. Best not to keep them waiting'

'Oh Emma honey this dress is cute'

They had been around more stores than they could count but Emma was getting frustrated at the maternity sections. All the clothes were very 'mumsy' and nothing seemed her style at all.

'I am NOT wearing that'

'I bet Killian would like it'

'Well I don't dress for him I dress for me and anyway if I were to dress how he liked I'm pretty sure I'd constantly be naked.'

'Emma!' Mary Margaret exclaimed blushing fiercely.

'Come on we're both adults. Besides you brought it up!'

'Your father is also an adult. I dare you to say that to him'

'Mum I'm a 30 year old woman. I'm pregnant with his babies. It's safe to assume dad knows Killian has seen me naked, many times'

'Actually on second thoughts don't mention it to him, he would have a heart attack and I'm not sure I could handle that right now' she says smiling at her daughter.

'Oh what about these Emma? They're perfect for you!'

And they were. Finally they found some tank tops, band tees and semi-stylish jeans. Emma picked herself ten new tees and tanks and four pairs of jeans before heading over to the maternity underwear section.

'Gods this stuff is worse than the clothes. Unfortunately I'm not sure my tits can stand these normal bras anymore so I'll just have to get them'

She decided on a white lacy bra that was actually half way decent except that it had flaps on for feeding babies but it looked comfy and the lace was a nice pattern. They had it in black too so she got two of each and loaded up on a few pairs each of the matching knickers too.

'What's next? Shoes?' Mary Margaret said cheerfully.

'Actually I think I'm good for shoes and I'm getting a bit tired. How about we go and have some food now?'

'Sounds great love'

They headed to the tills to pay for the items finally happy that they managed to find something halfway decent and ready to go to lunch.

'Hey Neal look Killian has come to play today' David said to baby Neal.

'You alright Dave? So what's the plan for today?'

'Well, first of all I'm going to teach you how to text and call because I'm fed up of my pregnant daughter going into a rage every time she can't get in touch with you. Seriously I think it would save all our lives mate'

'You mean the talking box? Aye I guess you're right. She's always on at me about it'

'It's a phone Killian. You need to learn the ways of this world if you're living here'

'Alright where do we start?'

David spent the next two hours teaching Killian how to text, call and take pictures on his phone. It was even a miracle he had brought it with him but as usual it wasn't charged. Neal fell asleep for a nap which gave the men plenty of time to practice and it seemed he really was getting the hang of it too. He was slow to text but that's to be expected. Hopefully over time he would get better.

'So I just use these buttons to spell the words I want then press the Emma button and send? And she will get that?'

'That's pretty much the gist of a text message yeah'

'Okay I'll try...'

It took about five minutes for him to send his first message to Emma particularly as he couldn't find the question mark but he still felt proud of himself nonetheless.

KILLIAN: Hey love how's your day going?

EMMA: Killian are you actually texting? Has the world famous Captain Hook figured out how to text after all this time?

KILLIAN: Your father is teaching me. Don't get your hopes up Im still pretty useless at it but he's worried about certain pregnancy hormones being unleashed if I don't figure it out.

EMMA: he's worried about you? X

KILLIAN: No love he's worried about him Smiling face with smiling eyes

EMMA: You can figure out a smiley face but no kisses eh? X

KILLIAN: Hold on I shall just ask your father how to send a kiss Winking face

KILLIAN: xxxxxxxxxxx

KILLIAN: Seems a weird way to send kisses maybe he's playing with me. He doesn't seem happy I'm sat here concentrating on the talking box. X

EMMA: It's a phone Killian! I'll see you in a few hours. Have fun on your man date! X

KILLIAN: Stay safe Swan x

'Sorry Dave, still trying to figure this contraption out. So what's next?'

'When Neal wakes up...'

*baby cries in the back ground*

'Like I was going to say, now Neal's awake we'll head over to the park for an hour then to Granny's for dinner and probably go for ice cream afterwards. The girls should be back by the time we get back I imagine.'

'Sounds great'

Emma and Mary Margaret sat down at a table in the café overlooking the packed shopping centre, they ordered their food, soup, sandwiches and hot chocolate with cinnamon and cream and started to relax for a bit. They would probably be heading home after this and it was nice just being the two of them for once with no fairytale people popping up. It was nice that for once, no one knew them and they could just relax.

Their food came and they talked easily. Mary Margaret wanting to know everything and anything about the pregnancy, the babies names the nursery, how Killian and Emma were coping and a million other things. Emma decided to let her mother have this. She knew it would make her happy so she answered as best she could. Though they had no names and starting to sort the nursery wasn't even on the radar yet.

Whilst chatting to her mother Emma noticed a man a few feet away from her looking rather shifty. He was standing outside the store next door that happened to be a jewellery store and he kept looking over his shoulder like he was being watched. Emma put her hand to her hip to check her gun was holstered. It was. As always. She never went anywhere without it.

She tried to ignore him but something stirred in her and she couldn't stop watching him. Eventually he went in the store and was gone for a while so she turned back towards her food and her mother.

It was less than ten minutes later she heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. Immediately she turned towards the jewellery store and saw the man from before running out as fast as he could. Glass now covering the floor where the windows had smashed, he had a hold-all in his hands she hadn't noticed before. Without even thinking she stood up and ran after him shouting at her mother to stay exactly where she was.

She chased him. He was fast but she was used to this after all her years as a bounty hunter and Sheriff, he wasn't anticipating someone so skilled would follow him so soon, it was clear he assumed he had a few minutes head start.

As she drew near him she grabbed her gun out of the holster and yelled at him to stop. She told him he was a sheriff and had seen his face so there was no way he would get away from her. He carried on running. People jumped out of the way as quickly as possible trying not to get hurt between them and she was getting closer and closer as he started to struggle. He stopped abruptly, she wasn't anticipating that, before she could do or say anything he kicked her so hard she fell backwards and her gun fell from her grip.

Leaning over her he looked even more menacing than before. She could see his features more clearly now, he had a scar running down from his left eye all the way to his jaw line, his nose had clearly been broken several times and his skin was sallow. He looked ill yet menacing at the same time.

'I'm not going back inside and you're not going to make me are you? You're going to forget about me or I'll have to kill you'

By now she could see all the passersby were gone, it seemed they had ended up down a deserted corridor, he must know this shopping centre well, he'd probably done it on purpose but she knew people would be looking for them so she tried to stall him whilst reaching for the gun as slowly as possible without him seeing. It was hard. She was hurt and she was worried for her babies but right now if she didn't do something soon she wasn't sure she'd escape alive. There was something about this man that made her believe he wasn't lying when he said he'd kill her.

'No you won't'

'You think I won't? You willing to bet the life of your precious baby? You stupid foolish woman chasing after me when you're pregnant. Did you really think you could outsmart me? You could outrun me? When you're pregnant?

She was close to the gun and he wasn't watching. Her fingers just a centimetre away when a loud cash was heard from the next corridor.

He spun around ready to shoot just as she grabbed the gun and aimed at his shoulder. She hit him. She knew it before it happened. She was a good shot and barely missed her targets.

A few seconds later police came bounding around the corner to find them both lay on the floor. The thief covered in blood and Emma groaning in pain. She stood up slowly with the help of a couple of officers and they helped her back to her mother.

It took a while convincing her mother, the police and paramedics that she was fine and didn't need a hospital. She gave her statement and tried her best to act as though she wasn't in pain (even though she was in agony) all she wanted was to get home to Killian so he could run her a hot bath and give her foot rub in bed. Was that too much to ask? The thought of Killian made her feel worse. He was going to go nuts when he found out what happened. She wasn't looking forward to it at all.

While she was sat there, back at the café with her mother and the emergency services she got a text from Killian, it was a picture of him, her father, Henry and Neal at the ice cream parlour. It seemed Henry had taught him the art of the selfie and showed him how to send them too! It made her feel loads better in that instant and she was desperate to get home to them so they headed back to the car, still in pain but trying her best to hide it from her mother.

Just over an hour later they were driving back over the town line, scroll in hand and the back seat full of shopping bags. Emma had felt terrible the whole drive home but since Mary Margaret couldn't drive she never mentioned anything. Her mother had spent the journey texting (her father no doubt) and she knew she'd already called David and told him what had happened at the shopping centre so was fully expecting a telling off when she pulled up at her parents apartment ten minutes later to pick Killian up.

What she wasn't expecting was to find them both stood at the door waiting for them to arrive. It was just after 7pm and Neal was tucked up in bed.

She tried to walk up as casually as she could but she knew she wasn't hiding her pain very well.

'Emma I've been going out of my mind love, you shouldn't have drove home you should have let them check you over'

'Killian I'm fine I just need to lay down maybe have a nice hot bath'

'Well you don't look fine love what about the babies?'

'Everything is fine Killian I just want to go home and relax' she replied though it suddenly dawned on her she had t felt a single movement since she fell.

'I'll drive you home and don't bother telling me you're fine your mother will kill me if I don't' David said taking the keys from Emma and walking to the car where Killian and Emma followed.

It was only a five minute drive to their apartment and no one spoke a word during the drive although both Killian and David kept looking at Emma and back to each other. When they arrived Killian helped Emma out of the car and took her bags with David's help and the three headed in to Emma and Killian's apartment. It was the Henry's weekend with Neal so it was just the two of them.

'Right I'm going to get going sweetheart. Are you sure you're okay?'

'Seriously I feel fine. I'm just going to have a bath and get an early night'

'Okay if you're sure you know I can't help worrying about you. Killian will you let us know if you need us?'

'Aye, of course'

And with that David hugged his daughter and left for the walk home.

An hour later, after a nice hot bath and foot massage from Killian, Emma was tucked up in bed with a hot water bottle and some aspirin. Killian left her to fall asleep then joined her later on after he had put away her things.

He slid under the sheets next to Emma and went to put an arm around her like he always did when he froze. He felt something hot and wet on his hand. He pulled back the cover to see the a pool of blood on the sheets and froze, if only for a moment, looking down at the mess. He didn't know what it meant but he knew it wasn't good.

Killian looked up at Emma's face and suddenly saw how pale she looked. She wasn't breathing, this information seemed to snap him back to reality and he started to scream her name over and over but she didn't move. He grabbed his phone and called an ambulance (suddenly feeling very thankful he'd learnt just hours before hour to actually do that) then proceeded to call her parents before he checked her pulse. He felt it. It was weak but it was definitely there.

He sat there with her talking to her, trying to wake her up and not leaving her side. He didn't notice the paramedics arrive. He didn't hear anything they said as they hooked Emma to a bunch of machines and wheeled her into the back of the ambulance where he followed. His hand never leaving hers.

He's not sure how long it took to get to the hospital. Not fast enough he would say later but in all honesty he wasn't paying attention in that moment. All he could do was hold her hand and talk to her hopping she could hear him.

As soon as they got through the hospital doors she was rolled away from him and he was left sat in the family room not knowing what to do. He'd tried to go with her. He didn't want to leave her side. Not now. Not ever. But the nurses had threatened to call security and kick him out if he couldn't behave and the thought of that made him sober up a little so he sat in a chair head in hands worrying about whether Emma and their babies would live or not.