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"Lad, I'm sorry to ask you that, really, but be careful not to hurt Liam, okay?" Killian said to my son in a worried tone.

"Who do you think I am?!' Henry replied, looking outraged by his words. "I can take care of him! Mom, tell him I'm careful!"

"Which one?"

Regina and I had answered at the same time and we burst out laughing. This family tree was definitely way too complicated, and we were getting lost sometimes, but I was actually finding it quite funny now that I was used to it. Henry didn't look really happy by our laughter, and he stopped playing with his brother to answer, looking deeply annoyed by our behavior:

"Both"

"Without wanting to annoy you, Henry, because we know you're a wonderful big brother, you forget how strong you are sometimes. He's still very little, you know..."

"It's like you don't even trust me!" My son cried out, looking deeply upset by Regina's words.

"Don't look at us like that, kid." I smiled, not really impressed by his expression because I knew it would get better very soon, as my son was never staying in a bad mood for long. "Of course we trust you. Liam has the best big brother in the world."

He seemed comforted by my words and resumed gently tickling his brother in the corner of the room. The small hospital room was brightened by the conversation noises. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, and couldn't help but smile, realizing how many people were caring about me and had come to see me while I was at the hospital. Regina and Robin were talking with Killian, who was sitting on a chair next to my bed. He had almost never left my side since I had gotten here. My parents were coming every day, and were going to join us in a matter of minutes. The little girl who thought no one could ever love her was surrounded by wonderful people, now. I felt a little pinch of happiness in my chest thinking that my past as an orphan was way behind me, and I had now everything to be happy.

I had arrived at the hospital five days ago, and I was really hoping I would be allowed to go home soon. I was feeling way better, and my stomach who had rounded just a little bit these past few days was telling me that the baby was more than okay as well. I just wanted to go back to my house with Killian and the kids, because I knew I wasn't risking anything anymore. Killian had literally camped at the hospital, just going home to spend the night with Liam, leaving my side as late as possible and coming back when the sun had not even risen in the sky yet. I was actually not awake most of the time when he was not in the hospital, and was waking up to his presence beside me every morning. He was so sweet and supportive, and I was so happy to have him near me, always.

I was however pretty worried to know that my sons were staying at the hospital most of the time. It wasn't a good place for children to be. But with a bit of luck, Whale was going to give me permission to leave the hospital soon, and I was going to be able to live my life again. I just couldn't wait for it to happen.

Three knocks suddenly rang on the door, and I turned my head to see my parents coming into the already crowded room. My dad was holding Neal in his arms and said with a huge smile :

"We brought someone with us"

My little brother wriggled until my father put him back on the ground, and he ran toward the bed, climbing on it with Killian's help, who was laughing seeing the little boy's eagerness. When he finally arrived next to me, he wrapped his arms around me and giggled, saying :

"Emma, I've missed you!"

It was the first time he was coming to visit me since I had gotten here, and he was looking so happy to finally be in my arms. I hadn't wanted him to see me when I was still feeling sick, but now that everything was okay, I was happy he was there. I embraced him gently and glanced at my mom behind the little boy's shoulder. She was looking so moved by Neal's reaction and by the fact we were getting along with each others. She smiled and explained :

"He's the one who's wanted to come here"

"I wanted to see you." He nodded, leaving his little arms wrapped around me.

"Aw, well, I've missed you too, Neal." I said with a big smile, moved by how cute my brother was.

"You're sick?" He asked with a frown, losing his smile to look at me carefully as if he wanted to make sure I was okay.

"I was." I corrected gently, not wanting to concern him too much. "But I'm better now. I feel great, I promise."

"You'll go home soon, then?"

"Yeah, I will. And I promise you we'll do something just the two of us when I'll be out of here, okay?"

He nodded enthusiastically and let go of me but stayed cuddled against my chest. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hold him closer, and looked back at my family as my brother was smiling, looking so happy to have me back by his side. I let go of a little laugh when I realized my parents didn't know how to stand because the room was too small for all of us. Everyone seemed pretty awkward in the little space, and I said with an amused smile :

"They really should build bigger rooms. Everyone is related in this town, they should have realized that by now."

My comment made my family laugh. They all seemed to agree with me because they really didn't seem that comfortable at the moment. I laughed at my own joke, but I regained seriousness pretty quickly to say :

"Are Harry, Ron and Hermione okay?"

Killian started moving on his chair. I knew he was still mad at the wizards for what had happened a few days earlier. He thought the fact I had gotten so sick and I was at the hospital was their fault. I had told him several times he was wrong, they didn't have anything to do with my condition and I was the one who should have known I didn't have enough strength to use my powers. But, stubborn, as always, he didn't want to listen to me and was always cutting me off saying that I should not blame myself. I was actually getting his reaction. He had been scared to death at the idea of losing me and the baby, and he needed someone to blame. He wasn't managing to be mad at me because I was sick, so he was angry at them. It was pretty logical, but I really wanted things to get better between them. It would be quite difficult to collaborate in this condition, especially because I knew how impressive Killian could get when he was mad at someone.

"They were pretty shocked to see their families again and.. I think they are worried for you." My mom answered. "They didn't think you would stay that long in the hospital and they are feeling pretty guilty..."

"We'll go see them when I'll get out of here to tell them everything is okay and they don't have to feel bad. Right, Killian?" I added, staring at Hook to see his reaction.

"Mmm." He grunted as an answer, his jaw clenched, not looking too happy by my suggestion.

"You're still going to lie about what really happened?" Regina asked with curiosity. "I mean, you're ten weeks pregnant, you're going to start showing pretty soon. Beside, you'll have to explain why you've stayed here for so long."

"I don't want to tell them everything now." I shrugged. "If I have to, I will, but I don't want to be rude and say I'm expecting while they just want to go find their own families. Beside, they'd feel even more guilty if I told them I'm pregnant and that's why I'm here. And I feel better now that only a few people know about what's going on. People are not trying to stop me from living my goddamn life, at least." I added, turning to look at Killian, who was protesting every time I was trying to walk more than three steps these past few days.

I gave him a teasing look to see his reaction. I knew deep down he was only doing that because he had been really scared, but annoying him a little bit was making me laugh a lot. He didn't take too long to react, and opened his mouth in an outraged way, even if I could guess at his shinning eyes that he knew I was messing with him.

"Hey, I'm doing the best I can given the circumstances!" He defended himself.

"I know, I was kidding." I smiled

Neal and Liam hadn't learned about the pregnancy yet, and they hadn't really listened to our conversation. I was planning on telling them when this crisis with the wizards would be over. We had to explain everything to them anyway, because they were both still very young, and it was the first time they were going to be confronted to a pregnant woman. I wanted to take my time to explain everything to them, it was important for me. I really wanted them to get what it meant for all of us, because the family was going to change, and explaining the details of what was going to happen when the wizards would be gone was going to be much easier.

Someone knocked on the door again, and we all startled a little bit. I turned to look at my parents and asked, frowning :

"Are we expecting someone else?"

They shrugged and shook they head to show me they didn't know who was standing outside of the room. Curious to know who the hell was coming to see me, I screamed a "come on in!" for the guests to show themselves.

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the room, all looking particularly uncomfortable. I felt Killian stiffening next to me, and placed my hand above his to ease him. The situation was awkward enough already, and I didn't want him to get mad. My parents looked at them with surprise, and Regina started talking immediately, aware that someone had to take a decision or we would all stupidly stay silent and still for a long time.

"Do you guys want to go to the cafeteria?"

"That's a good idea." My mom nodded, smiling serenely. "Come on, Neal. Let's go."

"But I want to stay with Emma!" My brother whined, pouting and wrapping his arms around me to pull me closer to him.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetie." I comforted him, kissing him on the forehead to help him regain his smile. "I promise. Go with mom and dad, I'll be there when you come back."

He obeyed, looking a bit disappointed, and my mom took him in her arms. Henry had already lifted Liam up from the ground, and I winked at my sons and my brother. Liam and Neal both seemed pretty sad to go, and they were looking so miserable I pout at them to give them their smiles back. The poor little boys didn't know what was going on, but Killian, the wizards and I had to be alone to talk a little bit. I really wanted all of this to get better.

"Do you want something to eat, Emma?" My mom offered gently.

"Oh, yes, that'd be nice. Could you take me a blueberry muffin, please?" I asked with a somewhat shy smile.

I was having the biggest craving for the sweet for an hour now, but I hadn't told anything to my family in order not to bother them. I wanted to fight against my hormones, and I knew they would all have wanted to go grab the muffin for me because they were taking care of me as if I was the most precious thing in the world lately. I was a bit embarrassed about taking advantage of their kindness. But now that my mom had offered me to go, my stomach was rumbling and I couldn't say no.

She nodded with a smile to show me she would do it with pleasure, and they needed a few seconds to walk out of the room because it was definitely too small for all of us. When we finally found ourselves alone, the wizards kept quiet for a few seconds, looking deeply guilty. Killian was still looking very mad, and I was scared he would start screaming because the situation was already very awkward. Hermione finally started talking sheepishly, breaking the heavy silence that had filled in the room :

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better." I answered with a big smile to make them understand I wasn't mad at them.

"We're so sorry." Harry said, nervously playing with his fingers. "We really are. We had no idea your were feeling that bad..."

"You can be sorry." Killian mumbled coldly.

"Killian!" I sighted, pressing his fingers in mine, wanting to calm him down and break the tension between us and the wizards. "I'm the one who decided to use my magic, babe. I've already told you a thousand times. They haven't forced me to do so. Stop blaming them, okay?

He shrugged, looking a bit skeptic. Seeing that he wasn't answering, I squeezed his fingers a little bit harder, and repeated with confidence :

"Okay?"

"Yeah." He finally capitulated after a couple of seconds, and I smiled to show him how much it meant for me we were all getting along with each other.

"What you have isn't too serious, right? You're feeling better now? You're not risking anything anymore?" Hermione asked, looking deeply worried for me.

"Don't worry." I comforted her. "I'm fine. I'll be on my feet soon, and we'll send you home, I promise."

"I hope you're not too mad at us." Ron said sheepishly. "We really didn't mean to hurt you..."

"I know. And we're not mad." I said with a smile. "It's my fault if I'm here. I shouldn't have tried to play hero. And deep down, I know Killian agrees with me. Right?" I asked, turning to look at him.

He stared at me for a few seconds, and I guessed at his focused look he was actually getting my point. I was understanding his anger too, but it wasn't a good thing to make our friends feel even worse about themselves. They were already so sad because they were away from their families, it was cruel to add guilt to all of that.

"Right." Killian sighted after a little hesitation. "I'm mad, but I'm not going to let my feelings get in the way of helping you. It's our job."

The three wizards seemed comforted by his words, and I smiled at him to quietly thank him. I purposely started to talk about something else to break the tension. Killian seemed to calm down as I was gently stroking his hand, and that made me feel better. I knew he wasn't going to jump at their throats and kill them, but I didn't want them to be mad at each other. The situation was already complicated enough like that.

After a few more minutes, someone knocked on the door again, and Whale appeared in the room. Harry, Ron and Hermione walked out to give me some privacy, promising me to come back soon. After examining me for a few minutes, the doctor finally said with a smile :

"It's been a few days everything seems fine to me. I think you can go home, now."

"Really?" I said enthusiastically. "It's about time!"

"I know it seemed long to you." He said with an amused smile. "But I wanted to make sure you and the baby were safe. You just have to promise me to use your powers only for emergencies, and to come back and tell me if anything seems wrong to you."

"Don't worry about that." Killian said, looking deeply happy by the fact I could go home with him. "If anything happens, we'll be here in a heartbeat."

"Good. Very well, Emma." The doctor then said. "I'll see you for the next ultrasound in a few weeks, then."

I nodded with a big smile on my face, and when he had walked out of the room, I jumped out of the bed and started to gather the things I had scattered around the room during my stay. I hadn't felt so good for a very long time. To be honest, I was feeling able to run a marathon after having to stay in bed for so long.

"Calm down!" Killian said, his eyes widened in worry. "I know you're eager to get home, but we're not in a hurry. And don't try to do too much, please. I don't want something to happen to you..."

"Killian!." I cried out, laughing. "I'm feeling awesome! I haven't felt like this since the beginning of the pregnancy, I assure you."

"I believe you." He said, approaching me and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close to him. "But I just want you to be careful. After what has happened, I'm a bit scared. I want you and the little one to be healthy..."

"I know. I want that too." I answered, gently smiling at him. "But that doesn't mean I have to stay still and I can't do anything anymore. I'm not going to stay in bed now that I can start moving again. Believe me, I'm sick of doing nothing!"

He nodded, showing me that he was getting my point, and leaned forward to press a kiss on my lips. He put his forehead against mine and looked at me carefully as if I was coming back from the dead. I didn't say anything, a small smile on my lips and enjoying the touch of his skin against mine. The door opening broke our little moment. My family walked into the room, bunching into the little space. My parents seemed to realize something was happening by seeing our faces, and my dad asked :

"Why do you both seem so happy?"

"I can finally get out of here!" I said with a huge smile.

"And you've gotten here just in time." Killian added with a teasing smirk. "She already wants to make efforts."

"I don't think gathering my things is an effort!" I protested even if I knew he was kidding, and he laughed, leaning to kiss my forehead and hug me for a few seconds.

"We're going to help you." My mom said with a smile, happy to see us always so close.

She gave me Liam, who she was holding in her arms, and my son buried his face into the crook of my neck. She then got a muffin out of a paper bag and handed me the sweet, as I thanked her with a grateful smile. I was starving, actually, and knowing I could eat was making me very happy. I got back in bed, my back turned to my family and my son against me to eat my snack, so hungry I didn't feel like waiting any longer.

"Well done." Killian said in a falsely secretive tone but loud enough for me to hear him. "While she eats, she's too focused to try to do anything else."

"I heard you, idiot!" I replied without turning back in order not to show them the smile I wasn't managing to hide.

My comment made them laugh, and everyone started to organize my things as I was enjoying the muffin, Liam still cuddled against me.

Sitting on the living room couch, my legs underneath me, I was trying to stay awake as I was getting really sleepy. Liam, who was settled on my lap, didn't seem to feel ready to go to sleep, and I just wanted to enjoy this moment. Killian was sitting next to me, his arm around my shoulder and his fingers playing against my side in very pleasant strokes. He was staring at the screen in front of him, but was glancing at me regularly to make sure I was okay. I wasn't really paying attention to the movie we were watching. I was just happy to be home, and feeling Killian and Liam's presence beside me was making me feel so safe. I had missed these quiet moments.

My parents had brought pizzas so we didn't have to cook, and we had eaten all together, them, Henry, Regina, Robin, Killian, the kids and I. After they had left the house, we had turned the TV on to avoid having to go to bed right away. I knew it wasn't very reasonable as it was already late for Liam, but I wanted to spend time with my little boy. I could guess the last events had upset him a little bit, and I just wanted to make him feel better.

He had indeed stayed glued to me since I had gotten home, and he hadn't wanted to leave me alone for a minute, as if he was scared I would disappear. We were usually very close, but something didn't seem right about his clingy behavior. I was just hoping it wasn't going to last long and everything would be fine again when he would realize I wasn't going to get sick anymore. I didn't want him to feel bad because of me. The poor little boy had already lived way too many complicated situations in a few days.

The movie ended half an hour later, and Killian turned the TV off, making the house turn silent. Liam had finally fallen asleep in my arms, and he was looking more peaceful than he had been all day.

"We should get him to bed." Killian said, a smile on his face.

"Mmm." I answered absent-mindlessly, looking at my son in my arms. "Don't you think he's behaving a bit strangely?"

"He's been scared, love." He answered gently "Everyone has been. He just needs to understand nothing is going to happen to you. Give him time."

"You're right." I nodded, gently stroking Liam's back as he was breathing peacefully. "I just want him to be the happy little boy he was before all this mess."

"He's just worried, Swan, it's gonna get better." Killian comforted me, kissing my temple to reassure me as he was guessing how worried I was. "I think he has just been very afraid. By keeping you close to him, he thinks nothing will happen to you anymore. I'm trying to think like him, anyway," He added with a shrug.

"Right, thinking like a two-year-old boy shouldn't be too hard for you." I joked as he gave me an annoyed look and I was laughing at my own joke.

"See, that's how I know you're feeling better : you're mocking me, as always." He theatrically said with a pout, and I leaned forward, laughing, to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"You know it's because I love you."

He smiled, unable to keep his falsely mad expression, and gently pushed my shoulder as a revenge, trying not to wake Liam up in the process.

"Okay, let's go upstairs before we awake him with our jokes." He laughed.

"To be honest, I'm pretty eager to join our bed too" I said with my eyebrows raised in provocation, and he laughed again, shaking his head in amusement.

He took Liam into his arms after one last kiss on my lips to lift him up to his room. I looked at them for a few seconds before getting up and following them. I was so happy I was finally home. I had the illusory feeling everything would be okay now that I was out of the hospital. But deep down, I knew it wasn't the case : even if I knew he was doing the best he could, Killian was a bit overprotective with me because of what had happened, and his words about Liam's weird behavior hadn't really managed to calm me down. I was just hoping my son would get better soon. If he wasn't feeling safe, it was because of me. I wouldn't have stood the idea of hurting my baby because of my stupidity, I was not going to stand seeing Liam worried by my fault. I sighted and rubbed my eyes.

Everything would be okay, we didn't have a choice.