Hey guys! So I know I'm early, but it's because I'm going out on Friday and I won't be able to post the chapter so I'm updating today! Thanks to Emilee Amethyst, Lilybean2004, oncer4life11 and Araya for the reviews! :)

I got out of the bathroom and quickly walked toward Liam's room, in such a hurry that I slammed the door behind me. I didn't even startle because of the noise. The floor was cold under my bare feet and it made me shiver, but I didn't even think about stopping to put on my shoes, aware that I was already way too late. Brushing my hair behind my back, I walked into the nursery and my eyes immediately met Killian, who was gently playing with Liam on the rocking chair laying in the corner of the room. He got up when he saw me coming in, and I absent-mindlessly smiled back at him, a bit lost in my thoughts.

I was actually feeling a bit anxious thinking about the crowd and the smells of food I was going to face at Granny's. We hadn't managed to send the wizards back home yet, and my parents had thought it could be a good idea to reunite everyone at the diner to finally introduce Harry, Ron and Hermione to the people of Storybrooke. But this idea was also secretly a try to make them forget about their situation for a little while. It had been two weeks since they had arrived in town, and we seemed unable to fix their problem. My parents had then thought it would be good for them to spend a night out, surrounded by friendly people. I was hoping they would manage to forget about their sadness at least for a couple of hours. We were doing the best we could, but it seemed completely useless and I had to admit it was making me feel quite nervous as well.

I was six weeks pregnant, and my hormones were a bit unruly sometimes. I could get mad or burst into tears without notice, but the good news was I was finally able to eat a little bit without throwing up directly afterward. It was a bit random, though, I didn't know when my stomach was going to agree on keeping my meal inside of me, but being able to enjoy some food from time to time was giving me some strength back, even if it was unusual when I wasn't having at least one sickness a day. At least I wasn't feeling sick all day long anymore, I was able to sleep well since I had told Killian everything and I was able to eat a little bit. Things were going to get better from now, I knew it.

"Do we have everything?" I asked hastily, looking around me to make sure we hadn't left anything important in the room. "Do we have clothes in case Liam drops food on his? We can't forget his teddy either, or it will be world war three..."

"Wow." Killian cut me off without answering me.

"What?" I asked, surprised, turning back to look at him.

I hadn't noticed the way he was staring at me before, but now I could see he was looking at me with his eyes widened, as if he was impressed by something. I opened my mouth to ask him what the hell had gotten into him, but he started to talk before I could say anything and half a smile appeared on his face :

"Just wow. You look stunning, Swan."

I couldn't help but smile at his comment, looking into the mirror hanging on a wall in the room to look at my reflexion. I was wearing a knee-length, dark blue and simple dress, and my hair was hanging in blond curls in my back. I wasn't feeling like I had done something special, but Hook seemed to like my outfit very much. He was literally looking at me as if I was the eighth wonder of the world.

"Stop it." I said, feeling myself blush a little bit. "I haven't done anything special."

"Believe me, you look absolutely gorgeous." He objected, his eyes shinning in a beautiful way.

I smiled, realizing that even when I was feeling anxious, he was managing to make me feel better. I approached him and cupped his face to press a light kiss on his lips. I pulled away to look at him : he was wearing modern clothes, a clear blue shirt and black jeans, but a leather jacket was giving him a bit of a pirate style.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I commented with a playful smile.

"Always the tone of surprise." He replied, and I laughed because he knew all to well I loved it when he was dressing that way.

I looked at him for a few more seconds, my hand in his neck, playing with his hair. I was so happy we had found each other and we had built a life together. He was the best partner and father I could ever have wished for, and he was not only my fiance but also my best friend. He was knowing and understanding me better than anyone else. I was so in love with him I didn't even know how to tell him anymore. At this stage of the game, even I love you didn't seem powerful enough. That's why I changed the subject, knowing that he was guessing my thoughts without me having to say anything :

"Very well, we should go now." I said, reaching to take my son in my arms. "We're already way too late."

"That's not surprising, really." He sighted, raising an eyebrow at me. "Seriously, since Liam is here, I feel like we're always late for everything."

"That's a fact." I replied with a smile. "Could you take Liam's bag, please? We really have to go."

"How are you feeling?" He asked, following me as I was walking down the stairs, the bag on his shoulder. "Did you have any sickness today?"

"I'm okay." I answered as I was struggling to dress Liam with his coat, and Killian dropped his burden on the floor to help me. "I mean, I don't know with all the smells there are going to be at the diner, but for now I'm all right. At the worst, I can go out in the patio. It's made for that."

"Really." He snorted in amusement. "In your opinion, the patio has been built to help pregnant ladies who don't tell their friends about the new baby coming into the family?"

"That's right." I answered, sounding very serious on purpose.

He laughed and I couldn't help myself but smile a little bit, unable to hide my amusement. Liam was bouncing up and down around us, looking deeply happy by the little party we were going to. I wasn't as eager as my son to get there, knowing that I would probably feel sick. I sighted, took Liam against me and braced myself to go out and face the cold as my little boy was laughing out loud, sounding really excited.

"I'm going out for a couple of minutes." I whispered into Killian's ear.

"You're not feeling well?" He asked in worry, his hand on the small of my back as if he wanted to comfort me a little bit.

"Not really. It's not too bad for now, but I'd rather go before it worsens too much." I explained, smiling at him in order not to concern him to much.

"You want me to go with you?" He offered, tightening his grip on my waist as if he was scared I would faint.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a bit."

He nodded, still frowning, and I kissed his cheek to comfort him. I felt him staring at my back as I was walking toward the diner's front door.

The patio was completely empty. I leaned against one of the wall with a little sight of relief, breathing the fresh air of the night. I knew I had been right to come out here. I didn't want to play hero and wait for my nausea to become unbearable. I really didn't want to collapse during the party. The dozens of smells mixing up inside the diner had made my stomach quite painful, and I placed a hand on it. Meat, lasagnas, bacon, cakes, all of this was making me sick but I also wanted to eat because I was craving any kind of food, and it was really frustrating as I knew I would throw up if I tried to eat one of those things. By coming out here, I was also getting a bit of quiet, and I really needed it.

The party was going pretty well. Harry, Ron and Hermione were looking like they were getting on well with our friends, even if we were all hoping we would find something to help them soon and they wouldn't stay for much longer. I was getting their nervousness quite well, actually. I would have gone crazy if I had been separated from Henry or Liam. At least the little party was helping them to forget their problems for a couple of hours, and it could only do them good.

I suddenly heard the front door opening and I turned my head, thinking that it was probably Killian who wanted to make sure I was all right. But I felt my eyes widened when I recognized Hermione's figure, wondering why she had come out here. She approached me, her arms wrapped around herself to keep warm, and she started talking somewhat shyly, leaning next to me against the wall :

"Hey."

"Hey." I answered with a smile. "You're having fun?"

"Yes, it's really sweet, thank you for organizing this." She said, smiling back at me. "People are definitely very nice with strangers in this town, tell me."

"We're used to welcome people coming from another world." I confessed, turning to look at her more carefully.

She was looking like she wanted to say something, but she waited for a few seconds before talking, as if she was trying to find the right words to begin the conversation. I patiently waited for her to be ready, taking some deep breaths as I was already feeling so much better, and she finally said with a little wince :

"Are you feeling sick again?"

"I'm fine." I shrugged, not wanting her to start wondering what was really happening to me. "I'm just sick a lot these past few weeks. Liver problems." I added, telling the lie I had created to explain why I was feeling so weak.

"Seriously?" She answered, looking surprised by my words. "Aren't you too young for these kinds of things?"

"Well, that's how things are when you live with a former pirate : you drink too much." I joked.

She laughed quietly. I opened my mouth to ask her why she had come to join me instead of staying with her friends, but she outstripped me and said very quickly :

"Look, Emma, I wanted to apologize."

"Huh?" I asked, perplexed, not understanding why she wanted to do such a thing. "Why?"

"Because I feel like we've taken a pretty bad start. I'm sorry I get mad like that so often. I know you're doing everything you can. Ron is right. I can be a real bitch sometimes."

"Hey." I said gently, looking at her in the eyes to show her I wasn't mad and I was actually getting why she was so nervous. "Don't blame yourself. I'm a bit nervous as well lately. I just think we both have quite a temper, but I know we could get along pretty well if we made some efforts. And I understand why you are getting annoyed sometimes. I would scream too if I was apart from my kids."

"Thanks, Emma." She sighted, before adding a bit absent-mindlessly. "I just hope they're okay..."

"I'm sure they are." I comforted her. "And we are going to send you back home, I promise. We won't give up. My family always manages to make things right at the end."

"It means a lot to me you're understanding." She said with honesty. "So… Friends?"

"Friends." I agreed, reaching for her hand, and she gave me a handshake with a smile.

The door opened once again, and the noise made us turn to see who was coming our way. Killian appeared, a cup in his hand, and walked toward us. He frowned when he saw Hermione standing next to me and the young woman said with a smile :

"I'll leave you two alone."

I looked at her as she was crossing the door to enter the diner before turning back to look at Killian. He was staring at me, one of his eyebrow raised in a questioning look and asked :

"What did she want?"

"Apologize for getting mad sometimes. We are officially friends."

"One last thing to worry about." He said playfully. "Two women with personalities like yours and with magical powers who always fight, it could have ended pretty badly."

I laughed at his comment, and he handed me the mug he was holding. It was containing a fruity smelling tea, and I wrapped my hands around the cup, enjoying the heat that was coming from it.

"Are you okay?" He asked after I had thanked him, and I nodded. "It should help your sickness..."

"I know." I kindly scoffed. "I read Whale's list too, you know."

"I apologize for worrying about you." He said in a falsely disapproving way, but he regained his smile when he heard me giggle at his comment. "You sure you okay? Did the fresh air help you? Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine, babe." I said with a smile to reassure him. "I don't need anything. I just can't wait for my sicknesses to be over. I just want to eat normally again. It's so unfair, I have cravings but I can't eat or else I throw up."

"I'm so sorry about that." He winced, running his hand through my hair as if he wanted to comfort me. "If only I could help..."

"You're already so sweet about all of this, you're helping me more that you could ever realize it." I confessed with honesty.

"Do you want to stay here or do you feel good enough to go inside?" He asked, smiling because of my comment.

"Let's go find the others." I said, before adding playfully. "And it should be okay. We all know tea is the magic solution to fight against pregnancy sicknesses…."

"Stop mocking me!" He laughed, shaking his head but looking quite amused by my jokes.

"Wait a minute." I called him back as he was moving toward the door.

He turned to face me, looking a bit surprised, not understanding why I had suddenly changed my mind. I smiled and put myself on my tiptoe to kiss his lips. I had felt the need to thank him for all his support, and it was the only thing I had found to show him how happy I was he was by my side. He kissed me back and said as I was pulling away from him :

"Wow, okay. What's happening?"

"Do I need a special occasion to kiss you, now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I just wanted to make sure it was you and not your hormones going crazy again." He replied, playing along with my teasing.

I looked at him in a falsely annoyed way and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, laughing and dragging me with him into the diner.

"Okay, Liam's finally asleep." I said with a tired sight, walking into the room to find Killian sitting on our bed, probably waiting for me.

"He didn't want to get to bed?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"I think we've let him eat too many sweets. He's high on sugar, I've never seen him like that" I answered, my eyes widened, and Killian laughed at my comment.

I sat down on the bed with another sight, running a hand through my hair. Hook and I were reading Liam's bed story alternately, so we could both have a moment alone with our son. I usually loved these few minutes spent with Liam, but he had been very difficult this time. It wasn't his fault, he was excited because of the party and we shouldn't have let him eat so many sweets. But I had to admit that putting him to bed had exhausted me, and I just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

"I'm happy I made up with Hermione." I confessed, sitting cross-legged and leaning against the head board. "I really think we can get along pretty well now."

"It will indeed make things easier if you stop yelling at each other" He gently teased me.

"You're certainly not the good person to lecture me about the importance of staying calm when someone is pissing me off." I replied playfully, and he laughed while shaking his head.

"With the two of us as parents, we can be happy Liam is such a little angel." He stated.

"Yeah, that's quite surprising, really. But wait for it. He's only two. He can still change."

"And maybe the new little one is going to inherit our personalities." He answered, gently pressing his hand against my belly-button.

"Please, try not to jinx us" I laughed. "I know you want to teach them how to be good pirates and everything, but don't cross the line."

"You seem to feel better about your pregnancy, am I wrong?" He asked, suddenly regaining seriousness and moving to face me on the bed

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm still a bit worried." I admitted. "But it's true I'm feeling much better since I've told you everything."

"That's right, I'm so good at comforting people." He bragged with a mischievous smile.

"Idiot." I said, rolling my eyes but smiling at the same time.

He didn't say anything back and was looking pretty proud of himself. He could be so adorable sometimes. Before I could say anything, he approached me and placed his hand on the small of my back, whispering :

"I really like this dress a lot."

I didn't have the time to answer to his comment. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me breathlessly, and it became more and more passionate. My hand found its way underneath his shirt as the other one was placed against his chest. We finally parted, mostly to start breathing again, and I said against his lips :

"Mmm. Very well. If it makes you that happy, I'll wear this more often."

He rolled his eyes with a smile he couldn't hide and started kissing me again, more and more hastily as if he couldn't stand being far from me anymore. I moaned when he bit my lower lip, and closed my eyes as my heartbeat was starting to fasten. I ran my fingers against the skin of his back, and it made him shiver. He pulled me a little bit closer, his hand on my back and his mouth kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, a sight of pleasure escaping my lips as he was attacking my cleavage, and…

"Mommy! Daddy!"

Our son's voice made us part, completely breathless. I let go of a little frustrated laugh and pressed my forehead against Killian's shoulder, who grunted in frustration :

"That's the last time we're letting him eat sugar after 4 p.m." He mumbled, running his hand up and down my back.

"Mommy!" Liam insisted.

"I'm going." Killian decided, pulling away from me and I let go of a grunt as he was walking away.

"I'm waiting for you." I promised, seeing him crossing the door.

I waited for him to be out to collapse on the pillows, my hand on my face, saying to myself that my son couldn't have chosen a worst time to call us.

That's it for today, see you monday guys! :)