Thanks a lot to oncer4life11 (I'm so sorry, I've totally forgotten to answer your question last time! So, yes, there will be a lot of little moments between Emma and her sons :) ), Guest (I'm sorry, my statement wasn't very clear. Neal was around Emma when she was pregnant with Liam, but he was only one year old and he was too young to remember it :) ), Araya and Emilee Amethyst for the reviews!

We are in Central Park. The sun is shinning, and a little and pleasant wind is refreshing the air. I can see Henry, Liam and Killian playing together in the grass. I'm watching them, sitting cross-legged on a bench facing the lake, a hand on my stomach. I'm feeling so good. It's like all the problems we had to face these past few days are now gone. I close my eyes to enjoy this moment, taking some deep breaths…

"Mommy!"

The scream woke me up from the marvelous dream I was having. I grunted in frustration, and rolled on my back, freeing myself from Killian's arms, who was as always holding me close to him. I sighted and placed a hand on my forehead. I was exhausted, and I had a headache because of my sleep deprivation. Liam hadn't let us sleep all night long, and now that I was finally in bed, he was waking me up again.

"I'm going." Killian said hastily, going out of the bed. "Try to go back to sleep, okay?"

He hadn't slept a lot these past few days either, but he knew that, with the pregnancy, I had difficulty resisting all of this. He was trying to make things easier for me despite his own exhaustion, and it was truly touching my heart. Since I had gotten out of the hospital, everything seemed wrong. The two weeks we had just lived had been a living hell. We still hadn't managed to send the wizards back home, and I was starting to suspect something more important we didn't know about was actually going on between these events, but, even worse, Liam had been particularly difficult since I had been allowed to come home.

I was worried about him. He never wanted to leave me alone anymore, and he was following me everywhere all day long. I was forced to stay with him until he had fallen asleep in my arms at night, and when he was waking up and realizing I wasn't next to him anymore, he was starting to cry after me every single time. I knew this strange behavior was linked to my hospitalization, because everything had started when I had gotten home. It was as if he was scared something was going to happen to me again. I was so concerned for my little boy, I was feeling guilty because it was my fault if he was behaving like that, and my pregnancy wasn't easing things at all.

I tried to close my eyes, but hundreds of dark thoughts kept crashing inside my painful brain. After ten minutes, I ended up giving up on the idea of falling back asleep. Despite my exhaustion, I just couldn't. I then sat down on the bed with a sight and tried to ease my headache a little bit by gently massaging my temples. Killian came back to the room a few seconds later, and said, still half asleep :

"He fell back asleep, it's still very early, if he could rest for a few more hours… What are you doing?" He added, realizing that I was going out of the bed.

"I can't sleep anymore." I said, trying to sound nonchalant while I was feeling like I could start sobbing or yelling at any moment because of my frustration. "I'll go dress."

"Swan, you need to rest..." He protested in a worried tone.

"It isn't useful for me to stay in bed if I can't sleep, I should do something instead." I mumbled, taking some clothes into the wardrobe.

"Okay." He gave up, looking at me with concern and knowing that I wouldn't change my mind. "I'm going to make breakfast then. You at least need to eat something."

I nodded and forced myself to smile to make him understand my bad mood had nothing to do with him. He was always so sweet with me, and to be honest, he was the only person who could manage to calm me down lately. He leaned forward to kiss my head as he walked past me, and I looked at him walking out of the room with a little sight before myself heading for the bathroom.

I took off the leggings I was wearing to sleep, and put on a pair of jeans, trying to stay calm as the frustration was growing stronger and stronger in my chest. We really needed to do something about Liam. We were all exhausted and his behavior was as damaging for him as it was for us. Honestly, I wasn't sure I would be able to keep going in these conditions for much longer. The pregnancy was making me so tired, and I just wanted to bury myself under ten blankets, get in bed and not wake up for a week.

I frowned, realizing that I wasn't managing to tie my jeans up. They were getting more and more tight lately, but I hadn't expected to be unable to wear them overnight. I lifted my shirt up to look at my reflexion in the mirror. My stomach was now pretty rounded-out, and I had a bump who wasn't there the day before, as if it had appeared during the night. Stubborn, as always, I tried to tie them up for a few more minutes, but it didn't work. I ended up giving up, and it made me so mad I was feeling like yelling. All the frustration I was keeping inside of me for days was threatening to get out, and I didn't know what to do to control myself.

My jaw clenched, I ran down the stairs, not worrying about the fact I could actually fall, and walked past Killian without saying a word, trying to keep calm and not start screaming. It wouldn't help me, I knew it, but I was so damn pissed off about what was happening.

"Swan?" He asked as I was violently opening the front door

I didn't answer anything, and walked toward the garage at the end of the yard. I was barefoot and was only wearing the wide shirt I had slept with and my jeans, still open. It was so early it was still dark outside. I couldn't believe my pregnancy was going to get noticeable for everyone soon. I didn't want to tell the town about it, but I knew I couldn't hide it for much longer and I was so angry because I couldn't control it. I was feeling like everything was turning wrong lately, and it was so frustrating. I needed to have control over the situation. I couldn't stand being so helpless.

I walked into the garage and looked for the boxes were I had stored my pregnancy clothes for a few minutes, not paying attention to the absolute mess I was making on my way. When I finally found them, I piled the two huge boxes and lifted them up without flinching. It was heavy as hell and I couldn't see were I was going anymore, but I couldn't have cared less. I needed to eliminate my anger in order not to explode, and it was the only way I had found to do so.

I closed the garage door with my foot and walked back into the house, opening the front door with my hip. I heard Killian's voice asking as I was walking into the living room :

"What's going on… Emma, stop!"

Not understanding what was happening, I didn't react fast enough and stepped on one of Liam's Lego block that was laying on the ground. Exhausted, we had decided to leave his toys on the floor the day prior, and not store them as we usually did. I grunted in pain and dropped the boxes on the ground. They fell open, and the clothes scattered everywhere. I winced, jumping on one foot because the other was too painful, and yelled, angry as hell :

"Holy fuck!"

I promised myself to never ever let a Lego block on the floor again.

"Are you okay?" Killian worried, approaching me and placing his hand on my shoulder to help me find my balance.

"This toy is evil." I mumbled, carefully putting my still painful foot back on the floor.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" He asked, showing me the clothes on the floor and the mess that was reigning in the living room.

"That's what's going on!"

I lifted my shirt up to show him my jeans still open and my curved stomach. He raised an eyebrow at me, not looking like he was getting my anger, and he gently placed his hand on my belly to calm me down a bit.

"I can't put on my clothes anymore!" I added, seeing how perplexed he was.

"And? That's what makes you so mad? You're pregnant, love, what were you expecting?"

He was looking at me with a kindly teasing look, and it made me even angrier. I angrily tucked a hair stand that was in front of my face behind my ear.

"It's so fucking annoying!" I said, rolling my eyes. "I won't be able to hide my pregnancy for much longer, now!"

"Well, tell everyone, then." He gently replied, still not understanding why I was reacting that way and, to be honest, I was pretty perplexed by my own behavior.

"No!" I protested. "I really don't want to tell them now. I just want to be able to do my job, and I don't want to tell the town while the wizards are still here..."

"You're a bit stubborn, you know that, right?" He gently stated.

I sighted and he wrapped his arms around me, still kindly smiling at me. He stared at my face and I read a great gentleness in his clear blue eyes. I started to relax a bit at his touch and I sighted once again, approaching him to place my head on his shoulder. His hand started to run up and down my spine, as he seemed to guess that my anger wasn't really because of my too tight clothes, and that it was hiding something more important. He pressed a gentle kiss on the top of my head and asked :

"That's not the only problem, is it?"

"It isn't." I admitted, looking up to meet his eyes. "I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep, and nothing seems right lately. We can't send Hermione, Ron and Harry back home without the damn wand, and honestly, I'm worried about Liam."

"I am too." He confessed with a little sight. "I thought it was just a phase and it was going to be all right because we were there, but neither of us are going to hold on like that for much longer. We have to find a solution. But everything is going to be okay. We always make it." He added with a confident smile.

I nodded slowly and lifted my chin up to kiss him on the lips, quietly thanking him for his comforting words. He smiled and stroked my back one last time before squatting to help me pick the clothes up from the floor. When we finished our task, he turned back to me to say :

"And don't worry about your pregnancy. It's not noticeable when we don't know it, and no one is staring at your stomach, trust me."

I weakly smiled and got on my feet, one of the box in my arm as he was carrying the other. He was always managing to calm me down, no matter how bad the situation was. He knew me better than anyone in the world, and he always knew what I needed to hear to feel a little bit better. I could say the same thing about me : I knew what was comforting him when he was upset. Despite everything that was happening, we were a good team. And it was the only thing that was giving me the strength to get up in the morning these days.

"Are you okay?" Killian asked after knocking at my parent's door.

"Mmm." I grunted as an answer, too tired to find the courage to say something comprehensible.

I was carrying Liam in my arms, and his head was resting on my shoulder. He had fallen asleep in my car during the trip to my parents', and hadn't woken up when I had taken him against me to carry him to the loft. It wasn't surprising, really, he was as tired as Killian and I were. We had to go to Regina's and talk about a plan to send the wizards home, but we hadn't managed to come to term with taking our son to Ashley as usual. Given his recent behavior, we had thought it was better if his baby-sitter was someone very close to him, and my mom had kindly agreed to take care of him while we were all going to Regina's, my dad included. He would perhaps feel better with his grandma beside him if something was going wrong, and he could play with Neal, thing that could make him feel a bit better.

My mom ended up opening the door with a sad smile, seeing how tired we were, and she asked us to come into the loft and sit down for a little while. We gratefully accepted her proposition, happy to be able to settle for a few minutes. Given how tired we were, every possibility to rest was good to take, and we sat down on the couch, Liam still in my arms.

"It hasn't gotten better, huh?" My mom guessed, sitting down in front of us on the sofa. "You both seem exhausted..."

"We are." Killian said, forcing himself to politely smile.

"He didn't let us seep all night." I added with a little sight.

I just wanted to lay down and sleep for weeks, but I knew it wasn't possible. We had to solve this damn crisis. So I forced myself to smile as well and gently shook Liam's shoulder to wake him up. I knew that letting him sleep and going without telling him anything would make things even worse. He would panic if I disappeared without an explanation, and I couldn't do that to my little boy.

"Wake up, baby." I gently said to his ear.

He opened his eyes after a few seconds, looking a bit disoriented. I squatted to put him on the floor, and said with a comforting smile.

"Liam, Daddy and I, we have to leave. You're going to stay with Grandma for a few hours, okay? I promise you it won't be long..."

"No!" He immediately cried out, looking at me as if I had just betrayed him grandly.

"We have to, little mate." Killian explained, kneeling beside me to help me. "It's our job. But we'll be right back."

"No!" My son repeated, starting to sob. "I don't want to!"

"But sweetheart." I answered, trying to ignore the lump in my throat that was forming every time I was seeing him cry. "You always have fun with Grandma. You're going to play with Neal, and..."

"No, Mommy! Stay!" He cut me off, wrapping his little arms around me to prevent me from going.

"Liam..." Killian said in a broken voice.

I looked up to my mom with tears in my eyes, and she knelt on the ground as well to support us, seeing that we weren't able to control the situation :

"You'll see, Liam. It won't be long. We're going to play together. It's going to be really nice."

"No Mommy, don't go! Please, stay!"

I held him close to me, trying to stop the tears from streaming down my face. Seeing me cry was not going to help him. I needed to be strong for him, I knew it, but it was so hard and my hormones were making me much more sensitive than usual.

Seeing him like that was heartbreaking. And it was all my fault. I had gone to the hospital and now he was scared to lose me. My little boy wasn't happy anymore, and I was the only one to blame.

"Okay, baby." I said in a low voice to hide my shaky tone. "Calm down. I'm staying with you."

"Emma." My mom gently protested. "You know you both have to go to Regina's..."

"She'll do without us." I cut her off. "I can't leave him here like that." I added, trying to explain myself and feeling a lonely tear running down my face. "I just can't..."

My mom nodded, showing us that she was getting my point, and Killian wrapped his arms around me to silently tell me he was supporting me on this. He was looking as sad as I was by Liam's reaction, and his eyes were shinning with unshed tears.

Liam ended up calming down when he understood we weren't going anywhere, and we got out of the apartment, still trying not to cry. I knew things couldn't stay that way. We had to search for help if the problem was persisting. And this thought wasn't comforting me at all.

"You sleeping?" Killian asked in a low tone, but his voice seemed to ring into the quiet of the room

"Yeah" I replied in a mocking way.

"Very funny." He said, and I could imagine him rolling his eyes.

"Your question was dumb." I shrugged.

"I know."

I rolled on my side to turn the light on, and moved to look at Killian. I put my elbow on the pillow to lift my head up and look at him more easily.

Despite my exhaustion, I wasn't able to fall asleep. I was way too worried for my son, and dozens of dark thoughts were crashing inside my brain and driving me crazy. Killian had to be experiencing the same thing, and when I looked at him and saw the big bags stretching under his eyes, I understood I had been right.

"We need to find a solution to make things better with Liam." I started with a sight. "We can't keep going like that. It's not healthy."

"You're right, the situation is getting out of hand." He nodded, looking deeply sad. "He loves to stay at your mother's usually."

"It's all my fault." I mumbled, sheepishly looking down at the sheets as tears were forming in my eyes. "Not only have I put the baby in danger by using my damn magic while I was sick, but now Liam is unhappy because of me. I'm doing everything wrong..."

"Don't say that." Killian gently countered. "It's not your fault, I've already told you. You just wanted to help Harry, Ron and Hermione because you're the best person I know. You couldn't know what was going to happen. Stop blaming yourself, okay?"

I nodded slowly as a tear was streaming down my face, and he pulled me closer to him to hold me tight. I sighted and buried my face into the crook of his neck to breathe him. Finding myself in his arms was always making me feel better, no matter what was wrong, and I felt like I was relaxing a little bit.

"Mommy!"

My son's voice rang into the house, and I pulled away from Killian to roll on my back. Not knowing what to do anymore, I put my hands on my face and said in a broken voice because of my despair :

"Here we go again."

"I'm coming with you." Killian decided, getting out of the bed and suddenly looking much more confident. "We need to talk with him a little bit."

"Babe, I'm not sure it's a good idea. I don't know if it's gonna work. He's still so young..." I whispered.

"Well, we have to try something. I can't stand seeing you both like that. He's afraid, and you're feeling bad, and I just want you to be happy."

I nodded. I was getting his point. Liam was only two, but we didn't have a choice anymore. We had to make things right, or we wouldn't be able to keep going. He reached for my hand to help me get up, and I followed him into the dark corridor. Our son's room was enlightened by his little pilot light, and he was crying in his crib. I immediately took him in my arms to comfort him and sat down on the rocking chair as he was still sobbing, cuddled against my chest.

"Calm down, baby, I'm here." I gently said, rocking him against me to reassure him.

I glanced at Killian, and he took the chair laying in a corner of the room to sit beside us. He waited for our son to stop crying, gently stroking his back, and took his little hand in his when he had finally calmed down :

"Liam, little mate, what's going on?"

Without surprise, our son didn't say anything back. I looked up to Killian with a little wince, and kindly stated, because I knew he was just trying to make things better :

"Killian, he's two. He's not able to explain what he's feeling yet. Liam." I added, looking down at my son and still rocking him. "I know you're scared, sweetheart. But you don't have to. I know you went with Regina the other day, and we you came back we were gone. But it won't happen again. We're staying here with you now."

"Do you remember how it was before?" Killian said in a low voice. "you were not afraid when you were going to bed, because you knew we were there and you were safe. It's the same now. We won't leave you again."

Our son didn't answer anything at first, and I turned to look at Killian, desperate and sure that Liam was still too young to understand what we were trying to say. Killian sighted, and his hand let go of Liam's to go on my thigh and stroke it to comfort me. We were not expecting anything from Liam anymore, but after a couple of minutes and at my greatest surprise, he started talking in a little voice :

"Promise?"

"Promise, little prince. We won't ever leave you again." Killian said, leaning forward to press a kiss on his forehead.

"We love you so, so much sweetheart." I added with a little smile.

My son stayed cuddled against me a little bit more, and ended up falling asleep again after a few more minutes. I looked at Killian for a few seconds, hoping it had worked and everything would be okay again. Liam had at least seemed to get our point and I was really hoping he would stop being scared to lose us.

Killian finally took Liam into his arms to put him back to bed. I got up and we spent a few seconds looking at our son, who was breathing peacefully, finally looking happy again. Killian wrapped his left arm around my waist and whispered to my ear.

"Let's go to bed now. You need to rest. You both need to." He added with a little grin, placing his hand on my stomach.

I nodded with a tired smile, and hand in hand, we walked toward our room as everything seemed to finally fall into place.

In the next chapter, Killian has a bit of a surprise for Emma, something quite important actually. I hope you'll like it, and see you Friday! :)