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"And they lived happily ever after."

I closed the book I was reading to Liam for his bedtime story. I really liked to tell him about fairy tales, the one we knew in this world but also the stories about our family, the ones that were in Henry's book. One day, my boy would understand that all of this was real. I wanted him to know these tales, because they were a part of him. Even if I hadn't had the chance to know what it was like to be a princess, my origins were quite important for me now. And I could tell without a doubt that my son was loving these moments as well, because he was always listening to me with the greatest attention.

"It's time to go to bed, now, sweetheart." I stated in a low voice, lifting up my son to bring him to his crib.

"I'm not tired." He said, rubbing his eyes and yawning, and that made me smile because he was adorable.

"I really do think you are." I corrected, leaning forward to press a kiss on his forehead. "Good night, Liam. I love you so much."

His smile reached his eyes, and he laid down in his bed. I stayed by his side and waited for him to fall asleep, but it didn't take long : two minutes later, he was breathing peacefully, a little smile on his face. I left the room in silence in order not to wake my son up. I took a hot shower even if I had already done so the same morning : I was feeling like I needed it to clear up my mind. I finally put on the tank top and the leggings I was wearing to sleep, and laid down in my bed with a sight. Killian and Henry hadn't come home yet, they were still out there in the night. They were looking everywhere in the most unexpected places for hours now, but I knew they hadn't found anything yet because they would have called me otherwise. I had come home at the end of the afternoon, feeling too sick and unable to continue the research. I was so exhausted. This pregnancy was definitely not going too well, between my sicknesses and the fact I was always tired. But as I had stayed home, I'd had the time to take care of Liam for a little while, and it had made me feel a little bit better.

I heard the front door opening as I was slowly falling asleep, and I forced myself to stay awake a little bit longer and wait for Killian. I wanted to talk to him about the reason why I had gotten so mad in the morning, and finally tell him about the pregnancy. I couldn't wait anymore, I just wanted him to know. I literally had to fight against myself to keep my eyes open, and I rubbed my face several times in order not to fall asleep. I finally saw Killian's figure appearing in the dark room, and I started talking right away as if I was scared I could lose consciousness before telling him what I wanted :

"I suppose you haven't found anything?" I guessed in a slurred voice.

"We haven't." He answered, sitting down on the bed next to me as I was laying on my back, my hands on my stomach. "Are you feeling better?"

"Not really." I mumbled with a shrug. "Is Henry okay?"

"I think he went to bed right away, he's very tired." He answered with a little smile, his hand on my thigh. "I guess you're not going to tell me what's happening today, are you?"

"What makes you say that?" I asked with a yawn, not understanding his comment because even if I just wanted to sleep, I wanted to talk to him as well.

"You're falling asleep while talking to me, darling, I'm not sure it's a good idea to tell me everything now." He said with a gentle smile. "You should sleep, you really need to rest."

"You're right, but I really want to tell you." I said with a pout, because I knew he was telling the truth and talking to him now wasn't a good idea as I was already half asleep. "I'm sorry, I'm so exhausted…"

"It's okay, love, I can wait until tomorrow morning." He smiled, gently stroking my leg with his thumb.

"Thank you." I whispered with a small smile, touched by his thoughtfulness.

He leaned forward to press a kiss on my forehead, and gently ran his hand through my hair. Comforted by his strokes, I fell asleep a few seconds later.

The fear awakened me and I startled, managing to hold back a cry of terror at the last second. A cold sweat was covering my forehead. This damn nightmare again. I should have been used to it by now, but I was absolutely horrified. The idea of losing Killian was making me lose control. My heart was painfully pounding in my chest and I was feeling like throwing up. Utterly panicked, still half asleep, I turned to grab Killian's arm and comfort myself, and I gasped in surprise.

Empty, his side of the bed was empty and cold. It had never happened before. He was always by my side during my night terrors. He was always there to take me into his arms and assure me that everything was okay and that he wouldn't go anywhere.

I sat down, terrified. My heart was hurting me, and making me dizzy. He wasn't there. It couldn't be real. What if something had happened to him while I was asleep? What if my dream had been a vision all this time, and I hadn't done anything to save him? What if he had left me, like everyone before him, because of my mood swings?

My mind still foggy because of the panic and the fact I was only half awake, I jumped out off the bed, not knowing what to do. I tried to take some deep breaths to calm down and avoid fainting, and I glanced at the bathroom, but the room was pitch-black. He wasn't there either. He was gone because he couldn't stand my temper anymore, or worse, he was dead. I was so scared he had left me, I was so scared he was gone for good. I couldn't lose him. Not him, not now that I was pregnant, not while we were supposed to spend the rest of our life together. What if he didn't love me anymore and he hadn't had the courage to tell me in order not to hurt me?

I rushed into the staircase, almost falling on each step because I was going too fast, but I didn't care. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened to the silence. A sound drew my attention. Someone's breathing. It was almost imperceptible, but I was so focused it was feeling very loud to me. It was coming from the kitchen, and I ran toward the room. The floor was cold under my bare feet.

Someone was leaning against the wall, looking at the window. I looked down and recognized Killian by his hook. He wasn't moving a bit and was lost in his thoughts. He probably hadn't heard me coming, because he didn't turn to look at me. I stopped a few feet away from him, breathless, with the feeling that my pounding heart was ringing into the entire house.

"Killian?" I asked in a low voice, terrified at the thought I could be imagining the figure and he was really gone.

He moved to face me and looked at me with surprise. Without thinking about it, I rushed toward him and buried my face into the crook of his neck. Tears were streaming down my face. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I let go of a sob as he was wrapping both his arms around me. He was there. He hadn't gone anywhere, he was okay. I pulled him a little bit closer to me as if I was scared he was going to disappear.

"Emma?" He whispered in a broken voice, and I could guess he was hurt by my tears. "What's wrong, baby? Have you had a nightmare again?"

"I was so scared..." I sobbed as he was running his hand through my hair. "You weren't in the bed anymore and… and..."

"It's okay, love, I'm so sorry." He said, his hand gently rubbing my back. "I couldn't sleep, so I came here for a bit. I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I thought… something had happened to you..." I panted in his neck.

"Shhh, sweetheart, I'm here, I'm fine." He said gently. "Calm down, nothing happened to me."

"Or I thought you'd left me." I added in such a low voice it was barely audible.

I was slowly coming out of the panicked state I was in, and I realized how wrong my words were sounding one second after speaking them. I violently bit my lower lip when I felt him stiffen against me. Of course he would never leave me, he had promised he would always be by my side. I trusted him. And he loved me, I knew it. How could I have thought about such a thing?

The look he gave me when he pulled away from me, his hand still on the small of my back, made me feel so ashamed of myself I let go of another sob. He was frowning and was looking so sad, as if he couldn't believe what I had just told him.

"Swan, you… You've really thought such a thing?" He asked, looking really upset.

"I'm sorry, I… I thought..." I stuttered, not knowing what I could say to redeem myself. "I can be such a bitch lately, I hate myself for that. You're always there for me and I get mad at you for no reason and I just thought… Maybe you'd gotten sick of me..." I admitted, looking down at the floor.

"Swan, look at me." He said, putting one of his finger underneath my chin to lift it up, and I could see he wasn't mad but was really worried because of my words. "I will never leave you, you understand? It's not a couple of mood swings that are going to stop what I feel for you. I love you so much. I will never let you down."

"Promise?" I asked with a little sniff.

"Promise." He nodded, wrapping his arms around me and pressing a kiss on the top of my head. "Bloody hell, Swan, you should have understood I love you way too much to leave you at the slightest problem by now."

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, so happy he wasn't mad at me because I was behaving like such an idiot.

"Don't apologize, darling, it's okay." He smiled, pulling away from me and wiping off the tears from my cheeks. "Come on. A bit of rum will make you feel better."

He reached to give me the flask, but I pushed his hand away in an impulse because the thought of drinking alcohol and hurting the baby was making me shiver. I only realized how violent my reaction had been when I saw Killian's face. He was looking at me with worry, and put the flask on the table beside him. I sighted and rubbed my eyes, exhausted by everything that was happening lately.

"Okay, Emma, I think we can't wait any longer. Something is seriously wrong and I wanna know what it is. Can you explain everything to me now?" He kindly asked, taking my hand in his in a concerned way.

"Come with me." I whispered, dragging him toward the living room couch.

He sat down and looked at me with attention. It was time. I wanted to tell him so bad now, I would feel so much better when he would know what was happening, I was sure of it. He would understand, he was getting me better than anyone. He was probably going to be so happy. I knew it was the perfect timing. We were alone in the living room, the kids were sleeping, and I really needed him to know. All of this was way too heavy to bare by myself.

I sat down next to him and he placed his hand on my thigh to encourage me. I took some deep breaths and closed my eyes for a couple of seconds to give me some strength. It was going to be okay. Come on girl, you need to do it now. I opened my eyes and said really fast before I had the time to change my mind :

"I'm pregnant."

He didn't answer anything but the smile that appeared on his face meant everything. I let out a sight of relief and he took me into his arms. I snuggled against his chest as he was kissing me everywhere he could reach. I giggled a little bit. I had been right before, telling him was already making me feel so much better. I was finally breathing again. His hand made its way to my still flat stomach and stroked it gently. He was looking so happy, but not particularly surprised, and I felt a bit puzzled by his reaction :

"No cries? No objections?" I asked, pulling away from him to look at him as his hand was still on my stomach.

"What were you expecting?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I don't know. I thought you would be at least a bit surprised." I shrugged.

"Let's say the idea of you being pregnant has crossed my mind before..." He admitted, before adding when I frowned, surprised by his words : "I'm not an idiot Swan! You're throwing up, you're passing out, you can't bare smells… It wasn't complicated to guess. When have you learned about it?"

"A few days ago." I winced, a bit scared because I knew he was going to get upset by the fact I hadn't told him right away. "Regina and my mom… Kinda forced me to take a test because I was in denial. I'm sorry." I added, seeing that his expression had changed to look a bit disappointed by the fact he wasn't the first to know. "I really am. I would have wanted you to be the first to know. But then I took the test and it told me I was pregnant, and I didn't tell you because I wanted to make sure it wasn't a false positive and… I'm such an idiot." I sighted as he was shaking his head in disbelief. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me?"

"You're not an idiot, Swan." He said, letting go of a little sight. "But I don't get why you haven't told me right away. Don't you trust me enough to know that I'm not going to freak out? We're raising two kids together!"

"Of course I trust you!" I cried out, and he smiled at me to show me that he wasn't mad but only a bit disappointed. "It's just… I don't know. I was so scared..."

"Whatever happens, Emma, I will always be there for you." He promised gently. "I just would have wanted you to tell me before, but it's okay now, I know it. Can you tell me why you got so scared? We've done this before, I think we're making quite a good team when it comes to raise a baby, and you know how wonderful you are with kids now..."

"I know, it's just that it wasn't planned. For now, I can split my time to take care of Liam as much as I do with Henry, and I'm just scared I won't be able to spend as much time with everyone with a third kid in the house..." I confessed, relieved that he wasn't really mad at me for not talking to him right away but still feeling guilty about the fact I hadn't told him sooner.

"Everything will be okay, darling, I promise." He comforted me with a gentle smile. "We're going to figure it out, I know it, we always do. And I think I can tell without a doubt we're making quite good parents."

I smiled, reassured by his words. He was right, everything would be okay. We had gone through so much together, a new baby was a new adventure we would live side by side. He smiled back at me, his hand cupping my cheek, and he asked in a low voice :

"You wanna tell the others?"

"Only Henry and my dad for now." I said, before adding by seeing his questioning look : "I'm only five weeks pregnant. I don't want to tell everyone while the wizards are still in town. I'd rather wait a little bit. It wouldn't be right to tell them I'm expecting while they are trying to go back to their families. Beside… the last time I was pregnant it didn't go that well and I'm a bit worried about people starting to treat me like a fragile little thing again. I'm talking about you too, captain." I added with a playful smile, and he laughed.

"I promise you I'll try to let you live." He said, and it made me smile even more. "Tell me, is that why you were so nervous this afternoon? Because Whale confirmed that you were pregnant?"

"I heard the heart for the first time." I admitted, biting the inside of my cheek, thinking that he would have wanted to be there too. "It really did something to me because… I realized we're having another baby for real, and even if I'm scared it made me happy… I'm so sorry, babe." I added, hoping that he wasn't too mad at me even if I was deserving it. "I should have told you right away. I trust you more than anyone, it's just that I was so scared I've put my armor back on..."

"It's okay, love, I forgive you." He said gently, and I felt so grateful to spend my life with this wonderful man. "But you can tell me anything, okay? At least you know it for next time." He added with a playful smile.

"There won't be a next time!" I cried out before realizing he was messing with me.

He laughed and pulled me closer to him to start kissing me passionately. A few minutes later, I found myself laying on my back on the sofa, my tank top lifted up, showing my naked stomach. Killian placed little kisses down my chest and finished his path by kissing me just underneath my belly-button. That made me laugh and I arched my back to get closer to him. I enjoyed his strokes for a few more minutes, my sights muffled in order not to wake the kids up, before finally stopping him, a bit breathless :

"Wait, what about Henry and Liam?"

"They won't wake up." He assured with a smile.

I nodded and smiled playfully at him. I was so happy he finally knew about my pregnancy that I had forgotten about my exhaustion and was in a very good mood. My expression triggered him and he raised an eyebrow at me. Without notice, I moved to be on top of him :

"My turn, captain."

He laughed and I cut him off with another kiss.

"Very well." I started, taking a deep breath and looking with worry at Killian, who smiled at me to encourage me. "We have something quite important to tell you."

I was sitting cross-legged on my parents' sofa, Killian next to me, his hand on my knee. We had reunited my parents and Henry to tell them the news, and I was quite anxious about their possible reaction. Neal and Liam were playing together not far from us, but they couldn't hear what we were saying. My mom, who knew exactly what I was going to say, smiled at me to comfort me, but it didn't really work as my heart was still pounding quite painfully in my chest.

"I knew you hadn't made us come here so we could eat cookies." Henry said, amused by my expression. "what do you want to tell us?"

"I...We… I… Oh, damn it!" I sighted in frustration, closing my eyes to try and pull myself together.

Why was it so hard for me to tell them everything? I had already done that kind of thing before. And I was almost sure they would all be very happy for us. My dad was so in love with his grandchildren and Henry was the absolute best with kids. The truth was I was so scared about these news I was projecting my fear on the people I loved.

"Come on, Emma, it can't be that hard." My father said gently, answering my thoughts.

"And why don't you tell them this time?" I asked, turning to look at Killian who smiled at me in amusement. "It's always me who have to say things like that. Maybe you should do it for once."

"As you wish." He said, laughing a little bit and moving his hand from my knee to intertwine his fingers with mine. "What we wanted to say is that... Emma is pregnant."

"Again?" Henry cried out, his eyes widened.

I winced and ran a hand through my hair, embarrassed. I had actually been scared he would react that way. Liam was still so young, and no one had expected me to get pregnant again, including myself. I was so scared he would feel bad and rejected, because I just wanted him to be happy. But a huge smile suddenly appeared on his face, and I felt unsettled by his reaction.

"Don't look at me like that, mom!" he laughed. "I was kidding!"

"Very funny" I mumbled, but I ended up smiling anyway because I was feeling so relieved. "You're okay with it, then?"

"It wouldn't change anything if I wasn't happy about it anyway. I mean, it's a bit late now… Come on, mom!" He added, seeing that I was getting very worried. "It was a joke! Smile! Have the pregnancy erased your sense of humor?"

"I'd say it's the nausea's fault." My dad intervened with a playful smile.

"Seriously? You're not going to start mocking me as well!" I cried out, a bit triggered because I hadn't expected my family to take this so casually.

It was looking like I was the only one anxious by this new baby coming into our life. Killian had spent the rest of the night and the entire morning with a huge smile on his face, taking every occasion to hold me against him or touch my stomach. He had even come into the bathroom as I was having one of my morning sickness to hold my hair back despite my protestations because I didn't like him seeing me like that. He was looking at me as if I was the most precious thing alive, and he was so gentle I was actually feeling a little bit better. My parents were looking genuinely happy, and Henry seemed pretty excited by the news. Their reactions were pretty comforting, because I knew I wasn't alone to face that. I would never be again.

"We're joking." David assured, shaking his head with a smile. "And congratulations, honey. I'm so happy for you."

"Really?" I asked with a small smile.

"Of course! I'm going to have another grandchild, this is one of the best thing that could happen."

He got up to approach me, and I imitated him to embrace him as he was gently rubbing my back. I couldn't help myself but smile. Sure, I was scared, sure, I wasn't ready to have another baby, but my family was there for me and it was so important to me.

"You're not saying anything?" Henry asked my mom after I had hugged him, as we were still standing in the middle of the living room.

"I already knew it." She admitted with a shrug.

My son and my dad turned to look at me, completely offended by this revelation, and I lifted up my hands in the air with a smile, walking to sit back next to Killian :

"Don't look at me like that! Mom and Regina have learned it even before Killian. They are the ones who forced me to take a pregnancy test. And they didn't leave me a choice, believe me."

"We were right, though." My mom stated with a smile.

I didn't say anything but nodded, knowing that she was right. I was so happy the people I loved were taking the news so well. Everything would be okay. Killian was right : I didn't have to be afraid anymore.

"Oh yeah, before we forget." I resumed. "We would like to keep this between us for now. I'd rather tell everyone when Harry, Ron and Hermione will be back in their world. I'm not going to start showing for a while, and we have time to take care of this crisis before telling about the new baby to our friends."

"Are you sure you want to keep on working while..." My dad started, but I cut him off in a bossy way.

"Stop right now. That's also why I don't want everyone to know for now. I know my latest pregnancy didn't go so well, but there is no way I'm going to stop living because I'm expecting again."

"She told me the exact same thing." Killian said, his eyes widened in a falsely frightened way. "You better listen to her. She's really serious."

I looked at him in an annoyed way and he wrapped his arms around me, laughing. I smiled back, unable to stay mad at him. I looked at Liam, who was peacefully playing with Neal, wondering how we could explain him he wasn't going to be the youngest in the family anymore. But I decided to worry about this later : I had managed to tell my family what was happening, and I was feeling like a weight had been taken off my shoulders. Everything would be fine. I knew it know. I didn't have to be afraid anymore.