Thanks to oncer4life11 and Emilee Amethyst for the reviews! This is a much darker chapter, so I hope you won't hate me too much at the end hehe x)

"Emma! Wake up, love..."

I hardly awakened, triggered by Killian's voice. I opened my eyes, surprised to notice they were a bit painful, and the ceiling started to spin above my head. I closed my eyelids back, trying to escape the unpleasant dizziness. Seeing the ceiling moving so fast was making me feel sick. I was feeling like throwing up, and it was not a very good way to wake up. When I finally decided to open my eyes again, I saw Killian sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to stare at me, looking deeply worried.

"Are you okay? You were whimpering in your sleep..." He asked, his surprisingly cold hand on my arm.

I didn't answer right away and sat down with a little grunt. My head was feeling heavy and I had a terrible migraine. My throat and my stomach were painful. My vision was a bit blurry, and I couldn't really see what was around me. My lungs were aching as well and I was feeling as if a giant had decided to sit down on my chest. I placed my hand on my forehead and winced, realizing that I was running a fever.

"I think I got sick." I finally said in a husky voice, my mind completely foggy.

Killian frowned at my words and landed his hand on my head before removing it quickly when he realized how ill I was. He shook his head, looking utterly worried. Since we had gotten together, I had only been sick a handful of times. I was usually very resistant, but this time, I was feeling really bad. I was already feeling a cold sweat covering my forehead, and laboriously swallowed to chase away the lump in my throat.

"You're burning up!" He cried out, running his hand through my hair before cupping my cheek, looking very concerned. "Lay back in bed, you need to rest. I'm going to call Whale..."

"I can't" I said in a slurred speech, my head getting even more painful as I was hearing my own voice. "Harry, Ron and Hermione are coming today. I can't push back what we've promised them once again."

I had told them I was able to show them their family a week ago, but I had been forced to postpone the appointment several times. I knew I couldn't make them wait any longer. They were dying to see their kids, it was normal after all. I really wanted to help them, but I hadn't had a choice. Liam had gotten pretty sick, and Killian and I had stayed home the entire week to take care of him. He was now more than fine, but obviously, it wasn't my case. I had probably gotten his cold, and knowing how bad my son had felt for a while, the days that were going to follow were not going to be very pleasant.

"I probably have the same thing Liam's had." I added, rubbing my eyes without managing to wake me up completely. "It's not a big deal. I'll be okay."

"Swan, you can't use your powers in these conditions!" Killian shouted, looking outraged by my words.

I winced. The ache in my head had gotten even stronger because of his words pronounced a bit too loud for me. I got up, trying to show him I was in good shape and I was able to help our friends. I walked three steps with somewhat shaky legs, but I got dizzy again, and I almost fell down on the floor. Luckily, I grabbed my night table in time to stay on my feet, trying to keep my balance.

"Emma!" Hook said, wrapping his arm around my waist to help me. "That's not reasonable, and you know it. You can't even stay on your feet!"

"I don't need to walk to use my magic. Let me help them. It's all I ask for. After that, I will go see Whale if you want me to." I promised, ignoring the little voice in the back of my head screaming that I should have listened to Killian.

"You won't change your mind, will you?" He guessed, looking desperate by my behavior.

I shook my head and he sighted because of my stubbornness, looking at me as if I was going to fall over on the ground – which wasn't that impossible because I was feeling very weak.

I was laying on my side on the living room couch, my legs bent against my chest and I was wrapped in three blankets to keep warm. Despite the heat of the sheets, I was absolutely freezing, and I shivered. I was trying to stay awake, I was really tired, but I knew the three wizards would be at my place very soon and I couldn't fall asleep. If I decided to give up and close my eyes now, I wouldn't be able to wake up again, I knew it, and I needed the little strength I still had in me to use my powers. I placed my hand on my forehead, realizing that my fever had gone even stronger. If it didn't stop really soon, I would probably find myself at the hospital before the end of the day.

"You okay, mom?" Henry asked, squatting in front of me to look at me carefully. "Do you want something? Hot cocoa with cinnamon, maybe?"

"That's sweet, kid." I answered, forcing myself to smile in order not to worry him too much. "But I'm fine, I'm not dying.'

"I don't mean to upset you, but seeing how you look, you seem really sick."

"Thanks, Henry. That's really comforting." I replied in a husky voice, even if I knew he was saying those words to make me smile and not to make me feel bad about myself.

He smiled at my comment and the doorbell rang, making me wince because of the noise. Henry walked away from me to open the door, and I heard Killian heading for the hallway a few seconds later to greet the guests. Their voices were too low for me to understand them, and I was too tired to listen more carefully. I shivered once again, and buried my face in one of the blanket to try and keep a little bit warm. I was so cold. I was usually very resistant to these kind of things, and I knew it was nothing more than a stupid cold, but I was feeling like I was going to die. But I was certainly not going to tell these thoughts out loud. I was sick, not crazy. Killian was already way too worried for me without adding these words to his concern.

"Emma..." My mom's voice started above my head, and I looked up to realize she was staring at me with worry. "Jesus, Hook wasn't lying when he told us you were sick."

"I'll be all right." I protested in a weak voice, my face still half-covered by my blankets.

"You don't look like it." Killian sighted, Liam in his arms. "I'm not sure it's a good idea… Are you certain you don't want to postpone? I don't want you to get even sicker. It's dangerous." He added while staring at me to make me understand he was also scared for the baby.

"Again?!" Hermione shouted with anger. "You're going to do this every time, aren't you? Why have you promised us something if you can't even keep your words?"

I closed my eyes, my headache getting stronger at her voice. I was actually getting why she was so mad. She just wanted to see her kids, and we were postponing the appointment every single time. Beside, she was thinking I was just a little ill, she didn't know I was pregnant and she could be feeling like I was exaggerating. She didn't wanted to do me wrong by yelling like this, I knew it.

"Hermione!" My dad cried out in an outraged tone. "Can't you see how sick she is?"

"It's only a cold, stop worrying about nothing!" Ron shouted, taking his wife's side.

"Stop yelling." I said in a low voice to make them quiet. "I told you you were going to see your kids, and I'm going to do it."

I sat down, getting dizzy and nauseous again as I was settling on the couch, my blankets still wrapped around me. A new shiver made my teeth clash into my mouth and I buried my face in the plaid to give myself some strength. It would be over soon, and I was going to get back in bed and sleep until I was feeling better. It was only a difficult time, but it would pass. I could do it. I couldn't let the wizards down again.

"I'll be okay." I repeated, looking at Killian as he was staring at me, biting his lower lip in worry.

He didn't answer anything, but he gave Liam to Henry and reached for my hand to help me get up, knowing that I couldn't get on my feet by myself without me having to tell him anything.

I walked toward the mirror hanging in the living room, Killian right behind me. My legs were feeling weak and were shaking quite violently, and I was scared I was going to pass out before being able to help my friends. I glanced at my reflexion, but looked away quite quickly. I was so pale, my eyes seemed a bit blank and I had huge bags under them. Killian placed his hand on the small of my back, probably scared because he knew I could faint. His presence was giving me courage. I blinked several times to see better, and turned back to look at Harry, who handed me a Brazilian bracelet hanging at a key-chain.

"My daughter gave it to me a few years ago. It should work, right? Our families must be together, it's Easter and the kids are probably in the Burrow..."

I nodded slowly and squeezed the wristband in my palm. My hands were shaking too. I closed my eyes to try and focus. Despite my headache and my weakness, I felt my powers awakening in me, and used all the strength I still had to make my magic work. But I could feel that something was wrong, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry." I said, shaking my hands to try and wake me up a bit. "I'm feeling bad, so my magic isn't working as usual. I can do it. Just let me try again."

"Swan, don't try to play hero." Killian whispered, his grip tightening around my waist.

I felt Hermione starting to move behind me and didn't answer anything. I couldn't give up on them. I focused on Killian's touch and squeezed the bracelet in my fist, trying to contact the other world. Finally, after a few seconds, a low noise started to ring in the room and Hermione gasped in my back.

I opened my eyes, my vision still blurry, and I realized my reflexion had disappeared. A big yard had appeared in the mirror, in the middle of which was standing a strange house, so crooked it was looking like it could start crumbling under a gust of wind. A few people were sitting around a table in the garden, all quiet and sad. A young woman with red hair was holding a little girl who seemed really desperate. An older woman, the same hair as the girl I knew was her daughter, was hugging a little boy. Three teenagers, two boys and a girl, were looking at each others above the table. They were all looking so worried and their sadness hit me like a punch in the face.

"My god..." Hermione whispered in a shaky voice.

"Do you think something bad has happened?" The teenage girl suddenly asked, breaking the heavy silence.

"No!" The older woman shouted. "Don't say those kind of things, Rose. Your parents are all right, as Harry is. I'm sure of it. They always survive. It can't be otherwise."

"I want mom and dad back." The little boy said with a pout.

"I know, Hugo, we all want them back." The teenage boy with green eyes answered with a surprising calm.

"They'll come back eventually." The oldest teenager assured, looking very confident about his statement. "I know it. We're talking about my father, here! He won against Voldemort. He's going to make it, believe me."

"You're right, James." The young woman said, her eyes shinning fiercely. "We can't lose hope..."

She was going to add something, but the image between us suddenly froze and the colors started to mix together, forming an inconsistent and a bit scary set. I had probably used all of my strength, because I was feeling very, very bad. I was about to throw up, and my vision got so much darker I couldn't really tell where I was anymore. My stomach was painful and I lurched, a bit surprised by the violence of my sickness.

"What's happening?" Ron's voice asked, sounding a bit distorted.

"Swan, you all right?"

My legs weren't able to bear my weight anymore, and I almost fell, but Killian grabbed me before I hit the ground. He almost carried me to the couch, and I laid back down in fetal position, my back turned to my family so they couldn't see my eyes filled in with tears. Every inches of my body was aching, and I was feeling like I was going to die if someone wasn't doing something to make me feel better. I felt my mom placing her hand on my forehead and she gasped :

"Emma! You're burning up!"

"That's it, I'm calling Whale." Killian decided in a shaky voice.

I was about to tell him it was a good idea, but a violent and sudden pain in my lower abdomen made me whimper. I placed both of my arms against my stomach, hoping that it was going to erase the horrible pain in it. I was feeling like I was burning from the inside. I felt hot tears starting to stream down my face. I hadn't expected that, and I was feeling like screaming because I couldn't think straight anymore.

"Emma!" Several voices called me, but I couldn't tell who had talked.

"Talk to me, baby." Killian said in a broken voice, running his hand through my hair. "What's happening? Where does it hurt?"

I started panting and forced myself to talk, because I knew he couldn't help me if I didn't tell him what was going on :

"My stomach..."

"Bloody Hell..." He whispered in fear.

"I'm calling an ambulance." My father stated.

He rushed into the kitchen to call the hospital, and Ron said in a perplexed tone :

"I don't get it, what's happening? It's just a cold. You don't have to call an ambulance for that..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Hook yelled, his hand still in my neck to try and calm my fever down a bit. "If you hadn't forced her to use her bloody magic, none of this would have happened..."

"But I don't understand, it's just a stomachache..." Hermione said, sounding a bit afraid because of Killian's tone.

"Fuck, she's sick! She's..."

"… Already in bad shape lately." Regina cut him off, guessing that he was going to tell them about the pregnancy, and even if I couldn't really think clearly, I felt grateful because I didn't want them to learn the truth like that. "She's sick every day. You can't even imagine how bad this could be."

I was so afraid I could barely breathe. Having such a horrible pain in the lower stomach couldn't be a good sign while being pregnant. I hadn't expected to have another baby, sure, but I couldn't lose my child. I couldn't stand that possibility. I loved this kid so much already, it couldn't die. It just couldn't, it was impossible.

Please, I just want it to be all right…

"Killian, I..."

I stopped in the middle of my sentence, my teeth clashing in my mouth because of the pain. I forced myself to turn on my other side to face Hook, a sob obstructing my throat. He was looking like he was holding back his own tears. My stomach was aching so much it was feeling like I was dying.

"We have to take Liam somewhere else… I don't want… I don't want him to see me like that." I panted.

"I'm staying here with you." He said gently, his fingers stroking my wet cheek, and I could see he was about to start crying. "Henry, take your brother with you and go to the kitchen."

"I'm not leaving this room while my mom is in pain!" My son protested defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Henry… Please… Killian is right. I don't want you to be there if… something happens." I sobbed, not managing to keep breathing normally.

"I won't move!" My son stated, shaking his head to show me he was not going to listen to me. "I won't leave you, mom..."

"I'm going." Regina then decided, taking Liam from Henry's arms to take him away from all this mess.

"Take the three others with you too." Hook said coldly. "I don't know what I'm going to do if they stay here."

The wizards glanced at him, not understanding why he was so mad at them and a bit shocked because of Killian's words. Regina nodded, gesturing toward Harry, Ron and Hermione so they followed her. As she was heading for the kitchen, I heard Liam starting to whine :

"I wanna stay with mommy and daddy..."

"I know, but they are busy for now." Regina answered gently. "You're going to stay with me for a little while, okay?"

My mom looked behind the couch to make sure the wizards couldn't hear us anymore, and she squatted in front of me, whispering gently :

"Emma, do you think something's wrong with the baby?"

"I don't know." I choked on my own tears. "I don't know!"

"Shhh, sweetheart, calm down." Killian said in a broken voice. "Breathe, it's okay..."

"I'm.. I'm so scared." I stuttered, my mind not working correctly because of the pain and the fever.

"I know, darling. I'm scared too."

He cupped my face and I reached for his hook to squeeze it between my fingers, still sobbing so hard I couldn't breathe anymore. My dad, who had finished his call, placed his hand in my hair, and Henry came to kneel next to my mom, looking deeply worried.

And in the perfect quiet only interrupted by my panting, we waited for the ambulance to arrive, the fear so strong in the room it seemed like the air was whimpering.

Okay, that's it for today! I'm sorry for this little cliffhanger, I hope you won't hate me too much after that x) you'll see what's happened to Emma and the baby on Monday!