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"Guess what?" I said, walking into the kitchen with a big smile on my face and I had to force myself to stay still and not start bouncing up and down in excitement.

"What?" Killian asked, turning to face me with a puzzled look and staring at me as if I had gone mad, which wasn't really surprising because I knew that my behavior was a bit weird even if I couldn't help myself.

"No sicknesses!" I cried out, overexcited by these news.

I had awakened feeling so good, which hadn't happened since the start of the pregnancy. I had managed to eat a breakfast and I hadn't been sick for the first time in weeks. It had put me in such a good mood I was feeling like laughing out loud. I was eight weeks pregnant, and even if my sicknesses had got better lately, it was the first time I wasn't throwing up in the morning. Being able to eat had made me surprisingly happy for something as normal and simple as that.

"Seriously?" He asked, smiling as he was walking toward me, looking as happy as I was.

"Yeah! And you know what that means? I can actually eat dinner! And I'm starving!"

His smile reached his eyes and he lifted up his hand so I could give him a high-five. He laughed and I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me, giggling. Mi sicknesses were finally over, I could start living normally again. Having nausea every day was exhausting me so much, and I was so relieved this part of the pregnancy was behind me now.

"I'm so happy you're finally in good shape." Killian whispered, cupping my cheek as I was pulling away from him. "I was starting to worry."

"Starting? Come on, Jones, you're worrying since I threw up for the first time!" I gently scoffed, and he smiled at my comment.

"I'm certainly not going to apologize for worrying about you!" He replied, and I giggled once again. "I was just about to cook dinner for Liam. Do you want me to make you something?"

"It would be awesome!" I smiled, walking to lean against the kitchen's counter and fluffing Liam's hair as I was walking past him. "I'm really hungry."

"Do you want something in particular?" He asked gently, pressing a kiss on my forehead before reaching for the plate in the drawer in front of him.

"God, I have the biggest craving for sandwiches!"

"So sandwiches it shall be." He smiled.

He was looking genuinely happy to see me in such a good mood. I looked at him as he was taking the bread in the cupboard, and starting to make the dinner ready. I kept silence for a couple of seconds, smiling because the smell of the food was actually making my stomach rumble instead of making me sick, and I finally started to talk again to say :

"My parents haven't called yet?"

"Nope."

"That's strange, it's noon." I said with a frown. "They always call us in the morning. Perhaps they have given up, or something is happening right now but we don't know about it. Or maybe someone's had an idea about a genius plan and they haven't called us yet because they know I'm going to destroy their theory."

"I can't tell if you're mocking your family or yourself." He stated with his eyebrows raised, looking amused by my comments.

"Honestly? Me neither." I admitted with a smile. "Anyway, they will probably call us soon enough."

"I'm hurrying up then."

"Wait, let me help you." I said, joining him so we could go faster. "I can't believe how good I'm feeling today. If the pregnancy could go on like that 'till the end..."

"I know, I'm really happy to see you in such a good mood, darling." He said, leaning to press a tender kiss on my temple.

We finished making the sandwiches, talking about nothing in particular, and we both sat face to face on the table. Liam started to cheer when he saw his meal in front of him, and that made me smile. I stared at my own lunch, hoping that I would finally be able to keep it in my stomach because I really wanted to eat. My son started to literally devour his food with a big smile, and Killian looked up to me with a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong? You're not eating? You're feeling sick again?"

"No, don't worry, I'm fine." I comforted him with half a smile. "I'm just asking my body to let me eat for once. It really looks like I'm going to fight this thing." I added, looking down at my lunch. "Emma versus the sandwich, soon in every theater."

He laughed and rolled his eyes, looking a bit perplexed by my unusual behavior. But he didn't seem to complain about my good mood, and was looking so happy I was finally feeling okay.

"Okay, let's go." I finally decided with a sight.

I pressed my hand against my still flat stomach and stroked it with my thumb, whispering :

"Please, let me eat, little one."

And without further ado, I grabbed the sandwich and started eating with appetite.

Twenty minutes later, I was still eating while Killian was washing the dishes in the sink. He suddenly looked away from the plate he was cleaning to glance at me with a bit of worry in his eyes :

"Love, be careful not to dine too much, okay?" He said gently as I was finishing my third sandwich. "You haven't eaten normally for weeks, I don't know if it's a good idea to eat so much all at once..."

"Please, don't ruin this moment." I replied, raising an eyebrow at him with my mouth still half full.

"I'm not saying this to annoy you." He laughed, walking to stand behind me and starting to play with my hair, and I let go of a content moan. "I'm just scared you're going to get sick."

"I have six weeks of meals to catch up." I objected with a smile. "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay."

"You're the boss, you know what's good for you." He said, pulling away from me, but a grabbed his wrist to prevent him from going anywhere.

"No wait! Please, don't go. You playing with my hair and the food, this is genuinely the best day of the month."

He laughed and my cellphone started to ring at that exact moment. I closed my eyes with a frustrated groan, knowing that this peaceful moment was over and we had to get back to work.

"I knew the day was going too well." I mumbled, a bit unhappy by this twist.

"This is probably your parents. I'll pick it up." Killian decided with a little sight.

He kissed the top of my head before pulling away from me, and I looked at him walking away with a disappointed pout.

Laying on my back on the living room couch, I was gently stroking Liam's hair, smiling because he was looking so adorable. My son had fallen asleep against me a few minutes earlier, and was breathing peacefully, cuddled into my arms. I was myself really tired, but I was fighting to stay awake : Killian was going to be ready in a couple of minutes, and we had to go to my parents'. It was Regina who had called us earlier, simply telling us that Harry, Ron and Hermione wanted to talk to us about a brilliant idea that had just had, as I had guessed when they hadn't asked us to come sooner. If I was referring to the tone she had used to talk to us when Killian had put the phone on speaker mode, she didn't think that this idea was that good. She was actually sounding really annoyed and was looking like she had been forced to call us for that reason.

I heard Killian going down the stairs, but didn't get off the couch in order not to wake Liam up. I knew I had to eventually, but he was looking like an angel and I really wanted to give him some rest. I also had to admit I was really enjoying this unexpected hug, and I didn't want to break it right away.

"Swan?" Killian asked from the hallway, probably wondering where I was.

"In the living room." I said in a low voice, glancing at my son who luckily didn't wake up.

Killian walked into the room a few seconds later and stared at me, looking quite perplexed. He was probably surprised by the fact I was laying there while I knew we had to go. He approached me and placed his hand on my forehead as I was looking up to him with a little smile.

"Is something wrong, love? Are you feeling unwell?" He said in a worried tone, gently running his hand through my hair.

"I'm fine. I just ate too much." I admitted with a little pout, and that made him laugh.

"I told you so."

"Hey, I don't know when I'll be able to eat again, so I ate as much as I could." I defended myself with a little laugh.

"I would have done the same thing if I was in your shoes." He confessed with a gentle smile. "You ready? I can't wait to hear about this wonderful idea."

I nodded and gently moved in order not to wake Liam up, a bit amused by Hook's comment. Killian, as the good gentleman he always was, reached for my hand to help me get up, and I quietly got on my feet. But Liam probably felt that I wasn't next to him anymore, and he sat down, rubbing his eyes, before saying in a sleepy voice :

"Mommy?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart." I said, taking him into my arms and kissing his cheek to try and redeem myself.

He wrapped both his arms around my neck and buried his face in the crook of my shoulder. I turned back to look at Killian, gently stroking my son's back :

"We should go now, or he won't want to let me go when he'll be at Ashley's."

"You're right, let's go." He nodded, letting me walk before him.

"Can you take my jacket? I can't put it on with Liam in my arms." I asked, opening the door with my free hand.

"Perhaps you should wear it anyway." Killian said with a little wince. "I don't want you to get cold..."

"I'm not made out of glass, babe..."

"But you're pregnant!" He protested, following me in the yard.

"And I'll survive!" I replied as I was walking toward the car.

I heard Killian sighting behind my back and had to hold back a laugh.

"Okay." I started, pacing around my parents' living room. "What's that idea you want to talk to us about?"

We had just arrived at my parents' loft after driving Liam at Ashley's, and my friends were looking at me with their eyes widened as I was walking in the room. I was feeling too well to sit down and I wanted to enjoy this unexpected vitality. I was actually so energetic the loft was feeling too tiny for me.

"What's gotten into you?" Harry asked without answering my question.

"I'm just feeling really good today, that's all." I shrugged, seeing my parents smiling at each others from the corner of my eyes.

"That's a first." Ron added, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"That's because you've never seen her when she's not sick" Killian intervened, playfully winking at me as I was giving him a falsely annoyed look.

"Enough about me." I changed the subject. "What's your plan?"

"Well..." Hermione started, straightening on the couch. "I've thought about it for a long time, and I've realized we have wands..."

"Very clever." Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Don't pay attention to her." I said, glancing at my friend with a bit of annoyance because she wasn't letting the witch talk. "Go on."

"We can't open a portal with them, obviously, but I've thought that, as Regina and you have magical powers as well, maybe you could use our wands instead of the apprentice's..."

"That's stupid!" Regina cut her off. "That is never going to work, I know it! Your wands aren't made to open portals!"

"Regina, we don't know that." My mom said gently in order not to trigger our friend's anger. "Maybe we should give it a try. It doesn't cost us anything..."

"She's right." I stated with a little shrug. "We have nothing to lose. And maybe we will discover that this idea wasn't that stupid..."

"If you want to lose your time doing nothing, be my guests!" Regina cried out, obviously really mad about the fact I wasn't agreeing with her.

"Look." I sighted. "Do we have another solution right now? Seriously, can you imagine if it's actually working and we don't try this way? It will only take us five little minutes, and we will be able to know. Three minutes if you're agreeing with us, because it will be easier that way." I added, seeing that she wasn't ready to listen to us.

My friend waited for a few seconds before nodding slowly, but she still seemed really mad about the fact no one had listened to her. We decided to try the plan in Central Park. In case it would actually work, we didn't want an innocent citizen to be transported into another world. As I was walking down the stairs to go outside, Killian grabbed my elbow in the middle of a step.

"What's wrong?" I asked, surprised, turning back to face him.

He looked behind my shoulder to make sure we were alone. My friends didn't see us stop and resumed walking. I heard the front door opening as they were crossing it to go outside. When he was sure we were alone in the stairs, he looked straight into my eyes to say :

"Are you sure about this plan, Swan? It could be dangerous..."

"Come on, Hook!" I cried out, rolling my eyes, annoyed by his behavior. "We've talked about this! You've promised me you wouldn't start being overprotective again. And I'm careful, you know that! I want the baby to be in good shape too! And for the last time, I'm not sick!"

"I know." He sighted with a little smile to ease me. "I don't want to force you to do anything. And I know you love the little one as much as I do. But what I'm trying to say is that you have never used this type of magic before. I'm scared it will provoke things we're not expecting. Imagine if you fall in a portal with Harry, Ron and Hermione! We have no idea what could happen, and I don't want to lose you..."

"I know you're genuinely worried, and you're not doing that to annoy me. But I know magic, okay? I promise you I'll be careful. You have my words." I assured with a smile. "And Regina is right. There is almost no chance it will work. So calm down, okay? It's going to be all right."

"I know you're protesting, Swan, but I'm really concerned. And stop mocking me!" He added as I was laughing at his last comment because he was saying these words so often lately.

He shook his head, and I took his hand to join the others, who were waiting for us on the sidewalk. He didn't manage to keep his falsely upset look, and started gently stroking my hand with his thumb.

"What were you two doing in the stairs?" Regina asked in a suspicious tone.

"Jus talking about the technical details of the plan." I answered in a purposely mysterious voice, and she rolled her eyes once again. "We going?"

They all nodded at the same time, and we started to walk toward Central Park, wanting to believe in this improbable solution

"I can't believe it didn't work!" Hermione whimpered, sitting in the grass, her face in her hands. "How are we going to get home, now?"

"We'll find a solution. We always do." Ron tried to comfort her, looking deeply sad, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

We had tried to open a portal, but as we had expected, it hadn't worked. The three wizards seemed completely desperate. Harry hadn't talked since our failure, staring at the blank in front of him, and Hermione was now quietly crying. Regina, at my biggest surprise, didn't seem happy at all because she had been right, but was looking genuinely sad for our friends. I was myself sitting on the ground, cross-legged, and was trying to think about a solution, but nothing was coming and it was driving me crazy. I was so focused I was barely hearing my mom, who was trying to reassure the wizards and tell them everything would be okay at the end. An idea finally came to my mind, and I cried out, overexcited by the fact I had found something :

"Wait, I know what to do!"

"What?" Hermione and my mom asked at the same time, both surprised by my words.

"I can show you your family with my magic if you want to!" I offered, wondering why I hadn't thought about this possibility sooner. "It won't make you go home, but you'll be able to see what's happening in your world..."

"Wait, you can talk to them?" Harry asked, looking as if he was coming back to life.

"No, I can't, I'm sorry." I said with a little wince. "But I can show you how they are. I just need a mirror and something belonging to them, and you'll be able to see them. I know it doesn't help, but..."

"It's better than nothing." Hermione said, letting go of a little sob as Ron was embracing her gently.

"We could do it tomorrow, what do you think? And meanwhile, we will keep looking for a solution, okay?"

They nodded, still looking a bit sad, even if they seemed to be a bit comforted by my offer. I looked up to meet Killian's gaze, and he placed his hand on my shoulder. I was feeling really sorry for them, and I was hoping that seeing the people they loved would make them feel a little bit better. We wouldn't give up on them. We would manage to send them back home. Everything would be okay at the end, I knew it.