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"After you, princess." Killian theatrically stated with a little bow, opening the door of Granny's so I could cross it.

I vaguely smiled and shook my head seeing his clowning. I was feeling sick and down for a few days now, and he was doing everything he could to make me smile a little bit, even if my grins were getting quite unusual lately. I could see he was deeply worried : I was in a bad mood sometimes, especially with the pregnancy, and he was used to it, but he had never seen me so depressed. But I had a good reason to feel that way: my stomach was continuing to round, and was starting to show even through my big sweaters. I was terrified thinking about what Zelena could do to my family if she learned I was pregnant. She was still hiding somewhere in the forest, and I knew that if things kept going on like that for a while longer, I would probably have to lock myself at home waiting for my family to defeat the witch, and I really didn't want that to happen. But we hadn't found any solutions yet, and it was discouraging me a little bit more every day. In addition to that, the heat wave was more powerful than ever in this beginning of July, and it wasn't improving my mood at all. My sicknesses that had calmed down around the third month of my pregnancy were coming back even stronger, and I couldln't do anything about it. I was just so stressed. A few hours before, I had actually spent half an hour emptying my stomach in my bathroom, and it was a miracle I was standing on my feet right now.

I settled in a booth with a little sight, leaning against the wall as if I was trying to disappear, and Killian sat down next to me. With a lot of efforts and a few additional chairs, we managed to all bunch around the table, my parents, Regina, the wizards, Killian and I – Henry and Robin were taking care of the kids at the loft and weren't with us. I was sandwiched between the wall and Hook, and a hot flush made me close my eyes. My stomach got turned upside down once again and I bit my lower lip in pain, but I had nothing left to throw up. It was so hot inside the diner, and I rolled my sleeves up to try and be a little bit cooler. I felt Killian placing his hand on my thigh to comfort me, and I let go of a little discouraged sight.

The discussion started almost immediately. My parents had ordered a meal for everyone, but I didn't touch the cheeseburgers that was laying in front of me. I wasn't hungry at all, and my stomach was aching too much for me to be able to eat something. In addition to that, the smell of cooked meat was worsening my nausea, and I knew that if I had tried to eat anything, I would have vomited right after. Lost in my thoughts, my hands stuck between my legs, I was trying to ignore my sickness and stay calm as the world seemed to fall apart around me.

The baby kicked and I closed my eyes, refraining my instinct to place my hand on my stomach to calm my child down. I didn't know what to do to keep it safe anymore. Actually, and despite all my efforts, it seemed like I was never able to protect those I loved. Killian, Henry, Liam, my parents, the baby, my friends… I was so worried for all of them. Sometimes, I was telling myself that maybe it would have been better for them if I hadn't been there in the town. It was always me who was involving them in my problems. It was always because of me that they were putting themselves in danger. Sure, I was miserable when I wasn't surrounded by these wonderful people, but was that really important if they were safe without me?

I discreetly shook my head to chase away these thoughts. That's bullshit, girl, and you know it. It was the dark thoughts talking. They were crashing inside my brain for days, and were driving me crazy. And I was so, so hot, I was feeling like something was burning inside of me.

Don't pass out, you idiot, it's the worst thing to do, really.

Black spots were starting to cover my vision. I was going to faint if I wasn't doing something to stop this sickness. My nausea was getting stronger and stronger, and I had the strange and scary feeling that I was out of my body, watching the scene from the outside. And this heat, this horrible heat…

"Emma, are you okay?"

Everyone was staring at me, now. I was probably looking completely regrettable. I opened my mouth to say something, but my brain was like frozen, and a sudden migraine hit me all at once. I placed my hand on my forehead to immediately take it away : I was running a very high fever.

"I… It's… I..." I stuttered, unable to say something consistent.

Killian didn't wait any longer, getting that something bad was happening to me. He leaned forward and gently pressed his hand against my forehead before crying out in shock :

"You're burning up! Swan… Emma, baby, can you hear me?"

I slowly nodded. Every inch of my body was aching, I was burning from the inside, but I was paradoxically shaking. I whimpered in pain, not knowing what to do to get out of this horrible situation. My mind was blurry because of the pain and a little voice in the back of my head was yelling that I was going to die. It wasn't helping me to calm down at all.

"Move." Killian ordered to Regina, who was sitting next to him.

In any other circumstances, she would have yelled at him for talking to her that way, but she knew the situation was very serious. Killian moved so I could have a little more space. I immediately started to breathe a bit better, but the heat was still burning me, and keeping my eyes open was getting really hard. The room was spinning around me, and the world was appearing in a strange red variation of colors.

"It's probably the heat." My mom noticed, looking deeply worried.

"I'm going to take her outside." Killian decided, his hand on my cheek to try to cool me down a bit. "She needs some air. Just breathe, baby." He added in a broken voice. "It's going to be okay."

"It's even hotter outside, you idiot!" Regina said, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "Emma, you need to take your sweater off."

I nodded as vigorously as I could given the state I was in. In my foggy mind, I was only sure of one thing : I needed to protect my baby, I didn't have another choice. I couldn't divulge my pregnancy to everyone, it was a question of life or death. And if I needed to suffer for my child, it was worth it.

"Swan, do you wanna end up to the hospital?!" She shouted, which made my migraine even worse. "It's dangerous for the one you're trying to protect to stay like that, it's more dangerous than divulging your secret, actually. You know it! "

"What the hell does that mean?" Ron intervened, looking utterly confused by what was happening. "What's going on?"

I couldn't do that, I didn't want to, I had to protect my baby, I didn't have a choice. It was my fault if Zelena was a danger for all of us, because I had sped up her pregnancy in the first place. So now I had to face the consequences of my actions. My family couldn't suffer because of what I had done years ago, I couldn't accept it.

"Emma, Regina is right." Killian said really gently, although his voice was still a bit broken because he was so worried about me. "You know it's the only solution. You can't go to the hospital, sweetheart, it's dangerous..."

Hook's words made their way through the chaos that was reigning in my brain, and I realized he was right. I had to listen to him. Staying like that was hurting the baby, and I just wanted to protect it. I couldn't go back in time and change my action, so I had to do something. I thus slowly nodded and started taking off my sweater as Killian was getting up, saying :

"I'm going to get you something cold."

Once I found myself in my tank top, I already felt so much better. I grabbed my hair and tied them up in my hand to cool my neck down. I turned my head to look at the wizards. They were all staring at me with their eyes widened, looking deeply surprised. They were on the side of the table, and given the tight red top I was wearing, they couldn't have a doubt about the fact I was pregnant. They all kept silence as I was trying to breathe slower, because they were all way too shocked to say anything. At least I wasn't about to pass out anymore, it was a good thing.

Killian came back and handed me a bottle of cold water before sitting back down next to me. I drank three big sips out of it, and the liquid hurt my teeth, but it instantly cooled me down. I closed the recipient before gluing the frozen plastic to my neck, letting go of a sight of relief.

"Are you feeling better?" Killian asked, looking concerned and stroking my skin through my jeans with his thumb, as if he was trying to comfort me. "You don't want to go to the hospital? You think everything's all right?"

I nodded to reassure him. My reaction seemed to act as a trigger on the wizards, and they got out of their silence. It was Harry who started talking first, stuttering :

"You… You're pregnant?"

I weakly nodded, starting to realize as my mind was clearing up that my baby wasn't safe anymore. I was feeling like crying : once again, I had failed protecting someone I loved. It wasn't even born yet, and it was already in danger. Because of me. I was hating myself so much for all of this. It was all my fault, and I suddenly wanted to bang my head against a wall to punish myself.

"How many weeks?" Ron asked, staring at my stomach with his lips parted.

"Twenty." Killian answered, guessing that I wasn't able to tell them everything myself because I was feeling too bad.

"What?!" The redhead shouted in disbelief. "But why haven't you told us anything before?"

Killian glanced at me to see how I was coping with this sudden twist. I could see that my parents and Regina were looking at me in worry as well. I put the bottle back on the table and took my head in my hands, trying hard not to start crying or yelling, or anything that could help me get this distress out of my chest. I didn't want to tell them everything. I was feeling way too bad for that.

So Killian took charge of the situation. Patiently, he started to explain to our friends why we had decided not to tell them anything – first to avoid being rude and because we had thought we would manage to send them home way sooner, then because of Zelena. He told them about my days as a Dark One, what I had done to the witch, and why she would probably want a revenge when she would learn I was pregnant. When he finished, I looked up and angrily wiped off a tear that was streaming down my face. The wizards were looking at us, frowning, processing this huge amount of information Killian had just given them. Hook glanced at me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to him to press a kiss on my temple. He knew how bad I was feeling and that I didn't know what to do to calm myself down. I closed my eyes and grabbed his hand to press his fingers between mine, trying to give myself some strength to carry one as I was feeling like everything was falling apart.

"Wait a minute." Hermione started, and I opened my eyes, my head placed on Killian's shoulder.

"What?" My dad asked

"When we arrived here, you were already pregnant, right?"

I slowly nodded, still unable to say anything because of the huge lump stuck in my throat. I knew that if I tried to talk, I would start sobbing and it wouldn't help the pain that was crushing my stomach right now. I was so worried my guts were contracting in a horrible way, and I didn't want to worsen things. All of that was surely dangerous for the baby, and I just didn't want to hurt it.

"But it means that… When you were at the hospital, it was because..."

"She used too much energy to produce her magic as she was sick." Hook said, and I felt his body stiffened against me, what made me think that this memory was making him a bit mad even if I knew he had forgiven our friends a long time ago. "We thought she'd had a miscarriage"

"Oh my god." Hermione cried out, taking her face in her hands. "Oh my god..."

"Is that why you were so angry?" Harry asked, his eyes widened as Hook was slowly nodding.

"We are so, so sorry." Hermione said in a low voice, looking like she was about to cry. "If we had known you were pregnant… We should never have forced you to do that, we put you and the baby in danger..."

"It's in the past." Killian said, and I admired him for his strength because I knew deep down he would have wanted to yell at them. "It was a long time ago. You didn't know. And we have biggest problems right now. I think we need to tell everyone, love." He whispered to my ear. "We don't have a choice anymore."

The other clients who were eating in the diner had no idea what was happening at our table. They hadn't looked over our booth, despite the noise we were making. Drama was pretty common in Storybrooke, and that was not a little sickness that was going to alert them.

I nodded, I knew it was the right thing to do because hiding my pregnancy had become impossible now, but at the same time, I was terrified. Killian pressed a kiss on my forehead before getting up, and he started talking in a loud voice so everyone could hear him in the room :

"Listen, everyone, we have something to tell you." He started, before getting quiet for a few seconds, waiting for everyone to shut up and listen to him. "Look, we have hidden something from you for quite a while, now, and it's time for us to tell you everything. Emma is pregnant."

The clients didn't react at first, and it surprised me. I had expected a bit of reaction from them, I had thought they would ask question, congratulate us or ask us why we hadn't told anything earlier, but they were all staring at Killian in silence as if he had gone crazy and I had no idea what was going on.

"Yeah, right." Leroy finally snorted after a couple of seconds. "You haven't found anything else to trick us?"

"What? But it's true!" Killian defended himself, looking deeply surprised by the dwarf's words.

"If she'd been pregnant, you would have thrown a party, you would have jumped on the counter to tell everyone, and you wouldn't have looked so…"

He didn't finish his sentence. Killian had reached for my hand, and I had gotten up, divulging my baby bump to everyone. The entire diner was now staring at me, and I looked down at my feet, pressing Killian's fingers between mine. I really wasn't feeling good enough to face their looks right now.

"We didn't want to tell anything before because of Zelena." Killian explained, gently stroking my hand with his thumb. "But given the heatwave, Emma can't keep on wearing big sweaters. It's dangerous for her and the baby. Could you tell what's happening to everyone for us, please?"

"Sure!" Leroy answered, grabbing his cellphone and telling his brothers to do the same.

Killian turned back to look at me. I still hadn't said anything since I had taken my sweater off, and he cupped my cheek, looking deeply worried for me. My silence was really concerning for him. I was about to start crying, and was feeling like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. My baby was in danger, because of me. It was always because of me.

Without saying anything, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, feeling hot tears starting to stream down my face without even trying to hold them back.

Sitting on the rocking-chair in Liam's room, my legs bent underneath me, I was slowly swinging back and forth, one of my son's fluffed animals in my arms. The room was dark, only enlightened by the little pilot light, and the silence was only broken by my baby boy's breathing. He was peacefully sleeping in his crib, not knowing what was going on in our life. I didn't know what I was doing there, expect making sure Zelena wasn't attacking my son. Since we had announced my pregnancy the day prior, I didn't know what to do with myself. I had lost my appetite, I couldn't sleep anymore, and was feeling really down. I just wanted to stay home, buried under ten blankets despite the heat and never get out of there. I had been sick for hours when we had come back from the diner after telling everyone what was going on. It had been so violent Killian had actually wanted to take me to the hospital, but it had finally calmed down in the middle of the night, leaving me completely exhausted on the bathroom's floor. I had forced myself to get out of the house and go to my parents' during the day, but I hadn't been helpful at all. I was only speaking when I absolutely needed too, and my dark thoughts were stronger than ever. I was so afraid Zelena would learn about my pregnancy, and would come to attack me. In my opinion, she would learn everything quite quickly because the entire town was now aware we were expecting, and it was horrifying.

I heard steps ringing into the stairs, but didn't do anything to report my presence. Killian walked in the hall for a little while before crossing Liam's door. He seemed surprised when he saw me sitting here, and whispered in order not to awake our son :

"I thought you were off to bed."

"I couldn't sleep." I shrugged in a low voice.

He reached for my hand, and I put the fluffed animal back on the rocking chair to follow him into the hallway. We stayed silent as we were heading for our room, and I sat down on our bed, looking down at the bedsheets.

"Do you want to eat something?" He offered in a voice muffled by his worry.

I shook my head to refuse. My stomach was so painful I didn't think I would be able to eat something. In addition to that, I had thrown up everything I had tried to eat since we had announced my pregnancy, and I wasn't ready to reiterate that experience. I was still staring at the sheets, and Killian sat down beside me, placing his hand on my leg.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten anything for hours."

"I'm not hungry." I mumbled, nervously playing with my fingers.

"Emma..."

I looked up to him, surprised by his tone. I had detected a bit of blame in his shaky voice when he had called my name. He looked at me for a few seconds before starting to talk again :

"You can't go on like this. You can't let yourself die. It's dangerous for the baby, as dangerous as the witch's potential attacks. It's dangerous for you..." He added in a pleading tone.

"I'm fine." I said, not even managing to convince myself.

"Fine?" He repeated in a muffled voice as if he was trying hard not to get mad. "You're everything but fine, Swan!"

I stared at him in surprise. He was as worried as I was, I knew it. But I hadn't expected him to start yelling. But now that I was thinking about it, it was probably his way of getting his fear out. It was pretty logical, actually.

"If you go on like that, something bad will happen! Bloody hell, why are you acting like this? It's not like you!"

I knew he was right. In any other circumstances, I would have taken control over the situation. I would have gone out of the house, I would have looked everywhere to find Zelena and punch her in the face. But this time was different. I didn't know why, but I just wanted to sleep and never wake up.

"Do something, Fuck, Emma!"

He had yelled and had grabbed my arm, looking deeply angry. I stared at his hand, my eyes widened, and freed myself from his grip. It was the most energetic things I had done all day. I was actually starting to feel something else than distress. I was mad. Really mad. He should have understood. He was handling his fear by screaming, I just needed time to learn how to live with mine. He was always getting me, usually. He should have known why I was acting like that. Why was he reacting that way?

I opened my mouth to reply something and show him I wasn't accepting his behavior, but didn't have the time to do anything. Without notice, his expression had completely changed, and he had wrapped his arms around me, his face buried in my neck. I stayed completely still, not understanding this reaction and this sign of affection while he had yelled at me one second before.

But suddenly, I felt his breathing getting faster. A warm liquid touched the skin of my neck. A tear. He was crying?

I didn't wait any longer and embraced him tightly, holding him very close to me. I wasn't mad at all anymore, I just wanted to comfort him. He pulled himself together quite quickly, but he kept his arms around me. I had almost never seen him so sad, and I said in a gentle voice, stroking his back to reassure him :

"Hey, babe, calm down. It's okay. What's going on?"

"I'm so sorry." He simply answered before kissing my neck. "Forgive me."

"It's fine. Really." I said, pulling away from him to look straight into his eyes, deeply sad because of his tears. "Just tell me what's wrong. Please..." I added, seeing that he didn't want to talk about his feelings.

"It's just..." He wavered before looking deep into my eyes. "I'm scared, Emma."

"I know, I'm afraid of something happening to the baby too." I answered, grabbing his fingers to comfort him. "This is why I'm acting like that. But It's gonna be okay..."

Playing the part of the one who had to comfort the other was actually improving my mood a lot. I was feeling a lot more confident, and I placed my free hand on my stomach. We were going to protect the little one, no matter what. We would make it. We were always managing to find a solution.

"No, you don't get it." He said, shaking his head. "I'm not only scared for the baby. I'm also scared of something happening to you."

I stayed speechless hearing this revelation. I hadn't imagined the situation like that. I had to bear my guilt in addition to my fear of losing my baby. Him, he was afraid, because I was in danger and something could happen to me. We were even. I was getting better all those little gestures he was having for me since we had announced my pregnancy, and that I had thought were to comfort me. It was like he always wanted to stay close to me. His hand on the small of my back, his fingers woven together with mine, the little kisses he was pressing on my face… It was because he was scared I was in danger.

"I'm so scared I'm going to lose you..."

I cupped his cheek, gently stroking his skin with my thumb. I loved him so much. We were so close that none of us had to wear an armor with the other. We could be vulnerable, tell the truth about our feelings, because we knew the other would understand, always. Despite the situation, I suddenly found that so beautiful.

"Nothing is going to happen to me." I assured, all my confidence back. "We're going to protect the baby. And I don't intend to leave you alone. I'm not letting you down. You're stuck with me for a long time, captain. I promise." I added before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

He embraced me once again and buried his face into the crook of my neck, breathing me. I kissed his collar bone, running my hand through his hair, and suddenly felt the need to tell him I loved him. I opened my mouth, but he started talking before me :

"I love you so much. I don't want something to happen to you."

"We've been apart way too many times. I'll be okay, our family will survive this. I love you, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying with you. I promise."

He didn't answer anything and pulled me a little bit closer to his chest as if he was scared I would disappear.

Here we go, so now everyone is aware of Emma's pregnancy! The next chapter is really fluffy, but the four chapters following are a lot darker. I hope you liked this chapter, and thanks for all the support. You guys are awesome!