Thanks to Nightingale53, oncer4life11, Emilee Amethyst and Araya (the subject of the name will be approached in this chapter :) ) for the reviews!

So... Today has been pretty rough on me. I've had to say goodbye to Emma Swan, and it was hard as hell. That's why this fiction and those I will publish later are even more important to me than before. They're the only thing keeping me close to her so... I'm more excited than ever to share these stories with you! (and I'm going back to cry a river haha)

The night had been pretty short and restless. We had only slept for a few hours, constantly awakened by horrible nightmares that were leaving us panting, our head buried into the other's neck, and we had spent most of the night trying to comfort each other. As soon as the sun had risen in the sky, I asked Killian if we could call a nurse and go see the baby to finally meet her, but he answered that my parents had planned to bring Liam to the hospital as soon as he would be awake so we could see him and explain to him what was going on. I then gave up on the idea of joining my little girl right away : I didn't want Liam to meet his little sister before we could tell him she was born and explain to him she was between life and death. I wanted to protect my son the best I could given the horrible situation we were in, and I wanted to talk to him for a little while to make sure he was understanding and try to avoid making him panic. So I forced myself to go take a shower, to get dress and fix my messy hair to look good for him and not worry him to much when he would see us. When my parents entered the hospital room, Liam in my mother's arms, I had even managed to glue a fake smile on my face.

"Mommy! Daddy!" He shouted, immediately starting to wriggle to escape his grandmother's grip.

She placed him on my bed and he instantly came to snuggle between me and Killian, who was sitting beside me, one of his arm wrapped around me to hold me very close to his chest. We hadn't left each other once since I had woken up, feeling the need to be the closest possible to each other to try and feel a little bit better. We were sharing the same pain, we were understanding the other's feelings, and it was comforting to feel him close to me, to be sure one thing in my life wasn't going to crumble and he would stay there by my side. My parents looked at us for a few seconds as I was kissing Liam's forehead, and the silence filled in the room for a little while. I was the one to break the quiet and asked in a husky voice :

"Where is Henry?"

"He's with Regina. They'll come to see you later, we wanted to give you a little time alone with Liam."

I nodded, not even thinking about asking what had happened to Zelena. I had most important things to do right now. Explaining the situation to my son wasn't going to be easy, I knew it, and I didn't want to worry him or make him sad. All my thoughts were then devoted to my family, and there was no place left for anything else.

"We'll leave you to it." My dad then started, grabbing my mom's hand to take her with him outside. "We're in the waiting room if you need anything."

I thanked him with a little nod and looked at them disappearing behind the door. I was so grateful they were giving us the time to be alone with our son : Liam needed to hear the news from his parents' mouths. It was going to be a difficult moment for my family, but we needed to stay strong. I had to do it for my son, who didn't have anything to do with all this mess but was at the same time horribly impacted by the situation. If the baby wasn't surviving, he would suffer as well, and I wanted to protect him and prevent him from getting hurt.

"You sick, Mommy?" Liam asked in a little voice, breaking the silence that had filled in the room.

I forced myself to smile once again and reassured him by running my hand through his hair, seeing that he was a bit concerned. His question was understandable : he was seeing me laying down in a hospital bed, linked to several drips. In addition to that, he was observing and had probably noticed Killian's reddened eyes from crying too much and the fact we were both exhausted. He was still very young, but he was a smart little boy. He was getting that something was wrong, and it was my part as his mom to comfort him.

"Yes, Liam, I'm a bit sick." I said, holding him close to me. "But it's not serious, don't worry."

He frowned, looking a bit worried because of my statement, and moved to stand up on the bed. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek as if it could make all of my of troubles disappear. He then looked at me a bit shyly and asked in a little voice :

"You better now?"

I vaguely smiled, tenderized by his sweet gesture. I leaned forward to press a kiss on his forehead and gently answered, rubbing his back :

"I have something that can't be solved by a kiss, sweetheart. But having you near me is already making me feel better."

Liam smiled, seeming happy with my reply, and he settled back between his dad and me. I shared a long look with Killian, wondering how the hell we would be able to explain our son he had a little sister, but she could also die. How was he going to take the news? I was hoping he wouldn't be too sad, I wanted to protect him from this horrible situation more than anything. I stayed quiet for a few seconds, losing myself in Killian's clear blue eyes, but Liam didn't give me the time to ask myself more questions. In a low voice, he started to talk again.

"Mommy? Where is Peanut?"

I pressed my lips together, not really knowing what to answer as I hadn't expected him to ask me this question right away. It was Killian who then stated in a very gentle tone, guessing that I didn't really know what to say to our little boy :

"Peanut is not in Mommy's tummy anymore, little mate. It's born yesterday."

"Really?" Liam shouted, his eyes widened, looking overexcited. "Can I see it?"

"It's what we wanted to talk to you about, baby." I answered in a somewhat broken voice.

I wasn't crying, but I cleared my throat to try and pull myself together. I didn't want to worry my son, and I knew he could sense our sadness. Once again, knowing that I needed time, Killian continued, gently stroking my side with is fingers, his arm still tightly wrapped around me :

'You can see it, Liam, but only from afar. What we wanted to tell you is that Peanut is really sick"

"Why?" Our son asked, his brows together, looking a bit lost by this last statement.

"Because it's born too soon." I explained, running my hand through his dark hair to comfort him. "It should have stayed in my belly for a little bit longer, so it isn't strong enough yet."

"It can't heal even if we hug it? A hug always helps." He said with a sweet innocence that almost made me smile.

"No, sweetheart." I answered in a whisper. "It's going to need a lot of time to heal."

His face dropped to display a saddened expression and Killian kissed the top of his head again to try and make him feel better. I was so worried and sad, but I had to admit that having a part of my family with me in my bed was comforting me a lot. I hugged my son for a little while as he was looking like he was intensely thinking about the information we had just given him. He was seeming deeply focused, and Hook asked after a few seconds of silence :

"Do you have any questions, little mate?"

"Yes" He shyly said after a little hesitation.

"You can ask us anything, Liam." I promised him as my son was looking genuinely saddened by the news of his sister being sick.

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

My eyes met Killian's once again. What was happening to us was painful, horrifying, our little princess was between life and death. But, against all odds, a tiny bit of hope made its way through the horror to reach my heart. Our daughter was born. She was going to survive , she was going to fight for her life. Both her parents were survivors after all. She was going to make it.

Unfortunately, this hope faded away quite quickly as I was remembering my little girl so tiny, surrounded by these huge machines. She wasn't fine at all, and even if I wanted to believe that she was going to survive more than anything because I didn't know what was going to happen if she wasn't, I was aware the chances were big for her to die. Killian seemed to understand my doubts, because he leaned forward to press a tender kiss on my temple. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the familiar touch of his lips against my skin, and opened my eyelids back to answer my son :

"It's a girl, Liam. You have a little sister."

"You're a big brother now, sweetie, can you imagine?" Killian added, still in this very gentle voice.

A huge smile suddenly enlightened Liam's face and his beautiful green eyes started to spark in happiness. His reaction tenderized and saddened me at the same time. My son was looking so happy by the baby's birth, but I was scared of his reaction if she wasn't surviving this. To be honest, I was afraid of everyone's responses if the worst was happening. How would Henry react? My parents? Killian? How would I cope with this myself? Would I sink into the sadness, would I want to punish myself for my daughter's death? Because I was already feeling so guilty for what was happening to us. And I was so scared, because I didn't want to hurt my loved ones even more.

To try and chase the dark thoughts away, I took Liam in my arms and my little boy snuggled against my chest. Hook didn't take long to join our embrace and pulled us both close to him, kissing the crown of my head.

"We love you so much, sweetheart." I whispered, stroking my son's back.

We stayed for a long time in that position, hugging and trying to comfort the others. We ended up pulling away from each other, and Killian kept his arm around me to keep me close to him. Finally, after a few seconds of silence, he asked me in a whisper :

"Do you want to go see her? We can ask to hold her today, and that way, Liam will be able to meet his sister, even if it's from far away. What do you think?"

I nodded in agreement, I wanted to go visit our baby since I had awakened, and I was really eager to finally hold her against me. And as Killian had said it, Liam could see his sister, and I could guess my son really wanted to meet the new addition to our family.

"Do you wanna go see Peanut?" I then asked Liam with a small smile.

Our son enthusiastically nodded, and I pulled away from Killian and Liam to move and sit down on the edge of the bed, determined to arrive at the baby's side the faster possible. But I got stopped by Killian, who gently placed his hand on my arm. I turned to look at him, surprised, and he answered seeing my questioning look :

"Wait, I'm going to get you a wheelchair"

"I can walk." I protested in a tone I wanted confident but that was a bit too shaky to be convincing.

"It's not good for you, Swan."

"I don't want Liam to see me like that." I answered in a whisper so our son wouldn't hear me, looking at him with a little sight.

I wanted to seem strong in front of him to not frighten him too much. Despite all of our problems, all that was mattering for now was my kids and Killian. I didn't have the time to worry about myself, I had to make sure my family was okay, and if I had to suffer for them, it was worth it.

"Don't try to do too much, darling." He added, gently stroking my side. "Please, I'm worried about you. I wouldn't stand something happening to you."

I suddenly understood he was sharing my feelings : he wanted to put me and the children before himself. All he wanted was seeing me happy and for our kids to be healthy. So, without trying to protest again, I slowly nodded, and he pressed a gentle kiss on my lips as a quiet thank you for listening to him. I looked at him walking away and leaving the room, Liam still in my arms.

He came back a few minutes later and helped me settling on the chair. I was still very weak because of the last events, and I wouldn't have been able to walk all the way to the incubators, I was realizing it now. I kept Liam on my lap as Hook was pushing the wheelchair through the hospital's corridors. My son was obviously finding the walk very amusing while my heart was pounding faster and faster in my chest. I wanted to take my little girl in my arms more than anything but I was so anxious about Liam's reaction as well. How was he going to react when he would see his sister being so tiny? Was he going to worry, or not understand how bad the situation really was?

I didn't have the time to ask myself more questions. Hook stopped the chair in front of the bay window, and took Liam in his arms to allow him to see his sister more easily. I myself straightened on the chair to watch our baby : electrodes were still glued to her little stomach, monitoring her heartbeats, which were surprisingly fast. She was still under respiratory assistance, but, and I didn't know if it was real or just my mind trying to reassure myself, I had the feeling she was breathing more easily and the machines were only there in case of emergency. A pink blanket was now wrapped around her, as my dad had promised it would when we had come to see her during the night. She was sound asleep, and was looking deeply peaceful.

I turned to Liam to see his reaction. In his father's arms, he was leaning toward the window, staring at his sister, quiet and still. He watched her for a long, long time without saying anything, then finally started to talk to say :

"She's small!"

"Yes, she is." Hook gently answered, kissing our son's forehead.

"Can I go hug her?" Our little boy asked with hope in his voice.

"No, sweetheart." I said, stroking his back to comfort him. "Not today. But soon, I promise."

He seemed disappointed with my reply for a little while, but his expression quickly changed to display pure curiosity when he asked :

"What's her name?"

Surprised, I didn't answer his question right away. It was true that I should have expected this : In Liam's head, babies had probably names as soon as they were born. We had never explained him it was the parents that were choosing how the baby would be called, and I could imagine that, as he was only two, in his mind, it was logical that his sister already had a name.

I shared a look with Killian, a sad and painful glance. We hadn't had the time to think of a name for the baby. When he had offered me to do so during our honey moon, I had answered him we still had time. I was so far from the truth, but I hadn't expected what would happen only a few weeks after this wonderful trip. Now that we were talking about it, I was realizing that naming the baby was scaring me to death : what if something was happening to her? I was feeling like losing her would be even more painful if she had a name. I didn't know why I was feeling like that, but it was terrifying and I didn't know what to do anymore.

It's Killian who ended up answering our son, aware that our little boy was eager to finally hear the answer to his question :

"She doesn't have a name yet." He calmly explained.

"Why?" Liam said, surprised, with a little frown. "Everyone has a name!"

"Yes, baby, you're right, but we didn't have the time to choose one for her." I sadly answered, forcing myself to smile at him. "The most important for now is that Peanut feels better, you know?"

He nodded but still seemed a bit confused. We stayed for a few more seconds in that position, just watching the baby in silence, then Killian suddenly turned his head when he heard steps coming in our backs. I imitated him to discover Whale, and straightened a little bit more on my chair to see the doctor more clearly. Without waiting any longer, Killian started to talk :

"Can we go hold her now?"

"Of course." the doctor answered with a kind smile. "We just have to take some cautions to avoid her being in contact with too many germs, okay?"

"Sure, no problem." Killian eagerly answered before leaning forward to gently say to Liam. "You're going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa for a little while, okay, sweetie? Mommy and I are going to meet Peanut."

"Okay." Liam said in a little voice, looking a bit disappointed to not be able to come with us.

I smiled and got up for a few seconds to kiss my son's forehead, then Killian disappeared to go leave Liam to our parents' watch. As soon as they got out of sight, I sat back down on my chair, already exhausted by this simple movement. I turned to look at Whale and asked in a tensed voice :

"How is she doing? Please be honest, I can handle it."

"I know you can, Emma." He said with an understanding nod. "But to be perfectly honest, for now, I can't give you a clear answer. We need to wait, it's the only thing we can really do. She's stabilized for now, and it's already a good sign given where she' coming from. But she's still very small, and even without her respiratory issues, she at least will have to stay a few weeks in the incubator to reach a normal size."

I didn't say anything, taking the time to digest the information. Sure, these statements weren't that surprising, but now that I had heard those words from the doctor's mouth, everything was seeming so real. My little girl was far from being safe, and the few weeks that were coming were going to be very long.

Hook came back as I was lost in my thoughts. This time, I didn't try to get up the chair, wanting to keep all my strengths to hold my daughter close to me, maybe give her a little bit of my resources to help her. Whale led us to a room next to the one where the baby was settled to make us put on sterile gowns, and prevent the baby from getting even sicker. I knew we normally had to wear masks, but Whale explained us he had decided to spare us from that, as he wanted the baby to be able to recognize our faces and voices more easily. And then, as my limbs were slightly shaking because of my anxiety, they let us into the same room as our little girl.

A nurse was leading us. She pushed my chair to the incubator in which our baby was still sleeping, and gestured to Killian to show him he could sit down on a stool next to me. She then leaned forward to get my daughter out of her bed, what immediately triggered her tears. She was obviously pretty mad to get awakened, and was telling us by letting go of little cries of anger. She wasn't loud at all, probably because her breathing was still a bit weak, but I told myself that if she had the strength to cry like that, maybe she was already a bit better. The nurse placed the baby in my arms, and said in a low voice as if she didn't want to bother us :

"I'm leaving you two to it. I'm right there if you need me."

I barely heard her. My eyes staring at my daughter, I watched her for a few seconds without saying anything. I wasn't managing to describe the dozen of feelings that were crashing inside my chest, but I could tell that I was already loving her so, so much. She was so tiny that her big blue eyes were looking huge in her little face. Killian took her little hand in his, and the baby's fingers squeezed his forefinger. She was still crying. To comfort her, I whispered, rocking her against my chest.

"Shh, princess. Everything's all right. We're here, now. You're safe."

Hearing my voice seemed to calm her down a bit, and she stopped crying. I pulled her a little bit closer, almost scared at the idea of hurting her because she was so small. She was now quiet and was staring at me with her big eyes, the same as her father's, as if she was trying to analyze my face.

The time seemed to stretch. I didn't feel like what I was leaving was real anymore. I was elsewhere, with Killian and my little girl, somewhere where she was fine and healthy. It's Hook who started to talk again as the quiet was filling in the room :

"Can I hold her?"

He had tears in his eyes. Really carefully, as if I was risking to break her at any given moment, I placed her in Killian's arms. He let go of a little gasp when he met her eyes and seemed completely overwhelmed by what he was living.

"Hey, little love." He said in a broken voice. "Your mommy and I, we love you so much. We'll do anything to protect you, I promise."

He was looking at her with pure love in his eyes, exactly as he had done when he had first met Liam. I leaned forward to kiss his cheek, and rested my head on his shoulder to look at our baby more easily. We didn't say anything for a little while, but Killian ended up talking again in a low voice as our daughter had fallen back asleep in her dad's arms :

"Liam is right, maybe we should find her a name."

I didn't say anything, a bit confused by my own feelings. I hadn't told him about my doubts concerning this name, that I was so scared of choosing. Wouldn't it be more painful to lose her if she had a name? Aware that Killian wouldn't judge me and would understand, as always, I admitted :

"I don't know, babe. If something happens to her..."

"Nothing is going to happen to her, Emma." He said with a sudden confidence. "She's going to survive this. She's a fighter, as her mom."

I had a small smile, touched by his words. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on my lips, and I realized he was actually right. We had to name her. Even if she wasn't surviving, we couldn't spend the rest of our lives calling her Peanut because we hadn't had the strength to choose a name for her. She needed to have an identity. She was deserving it, it was important.

"Okay." I then answered with a little smile. "Do you have any idea?"

"I think I've found the perfect name."

I couldn't hold my tenderized smile back when I heard his offer and agreed without even having to think about it that long, deciding it was the prefect name for our little princess. We both decided not to talk about our choice to anyone as long as she would be in the hospital. Her name was going to stay a secret between us, and we would protect it like a true treasure. It would only be divulged when she would be safe. Because she would heal. There was no other choice.

Okay guys, so you'll know the name in chapter 39. Hope you like this part and see you Friday!