Thanks a lot to Emilee Amethyst, Nightingale53, oncer4life11, Araya and Guest for the review! Here's to the last regular chapter of this fiction! I'll post the epilogue on Thursday instead of on Friday, because I'm going away for the entire week-end. I hope you'll like this chapter, and the name of the baby that's finally revealed!

"Drink this. It will make you feel better."

I looked up to accept the mug of hot cocoa with cinnamon my mom was handing me, smiling weakly at her in a quiet thank you as Killian was doing the same thing. We were both sitting on the bench that had been placed right in front of the incubators room so we could sit down while keeping an eye on our daughter. Henry was standing next to my mother, and Liam was snuggled against my chest, half asleep.

"Thanks." I whispered in order not to wake my son up. "Where's dad?"

She vaguely shrugged, and I titled my head on its side, intrigued by her behavior. She sat down next to me, and I was about to ask her more information about David's absence, but she started to talk before I could say anything, as if she was trying to change the subject. She looked at the baby, who was peacefully sleeping in her little bed, and asked :

"How is she doing?"

"Still the same." I sighted, looking down at my hot cocoa. "Nothing's changed."

She'd been born three weeks ago, but nothing was really moving. We were what seemed like stuck in this situation, waiting for something to happen, while hoping it would be good news. She was at least breathing by herself now, and was looking more awake and reactive to what was happening around her. She was even beginning to try and grab our fingers and was responding to our voices by little amused cries that were always making us stare at her in awe. She'd grown a lot, even if she was still very tiny, but Whale didn't seem decided to allow us to take her back home. I was exhausted, I had to admit it. I could barely sleep at night, I was always awakened by awful nightmares in which I was losing everyone I loved, and I didn't know how much longer I would be able to go on like this. But I was trying to stay strong, for my kids, for my parents who were also horribly worried. I was only allowing myself to let my emotions out at night, and I was sobbing in Killian's arms as he was doing the same thing. We were understanding each other, we were sharing the same pain, the same fear. We were there for the other, and he was helping me to keep on going in this endless hell that was now our lives.

"It's gonna be okay." My mom gently answered me, sensing my distress. "She's getting stronger every day. You'll be able to take her home really soon, I know it."

"I really hope you're right." Killian said, placing his hand on the small of my back to gently stroke my skin through my sweater, feeling my pain.

I turned to look at him with a very small smile, and lost myself in his gaze for a little while. Our baby had his huge clear blue eyes, it was a fact, and sinking deep into Killian's was giving me the hope she was going to get better and we would have the chance to watch her grow up.

A gentle silence filled in the corridor as Killian was still caressing my back. The quiet got broken by Liam, who ended up waking up. He straightened on my lap, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He looked all around him, seeming a bit confused, and I pressed a kiss on his messy hair, tenderized by his cuteness.

"Can we go see Peanut, now?" He asked in a sleepy tone.

"Later, sweetheart." I answered, pulling him a little bit closer to me. "She's sleeping for now, she needs to rest, you know? We'll go for bedtime, I promise."

"Okay." He said, sounding vaguely disappointed.

"You'll be able to choose the story you wanna hear." Henry added with a kind smile to comfort his little brother.

"Really?" Liam cried out in excitement, all of his good mood back. "Can you tell me when Mommy and Daddy were at the ball?"

I glanced at Killian and noticed that a little smile had spread on the corner of his lips. Since we'd decided to share these evenings all together, during which we were telling the stories of the Enchanted Forest, Liam had found a sudden passion for this tale in which Hook and I were going back in the past. I reached to grab Killian's hook and squeezed the cold metal in my palm, as he was leaning forward to press a little kiss against my temple. I briefly closed my eyes, enjoying this quiet moment that was making me feel so much better.

"Again?" Henry asked with a teasing smile.

"Yeah!" Liam said back with enthusiasm. "I like this story!"

"You know, Mommy was looking very pretty in her red dress." Killian commented, breathing in my scent against my hair before moving again to kiss me, on the cheek this time. "She was gorgeous, to be completely honest. She was looking like the most beautiful princess to ever live, and she took my breath away."

"Well, Daddy wasn't looking that bad himself." I added, recalling these important memories from our past and looking at Killian with a slight smile. "He was looking like a true prince. He's a natural at this."

Liam continued to babble about this story he was loving so much, and I looked back at Henry to mouth a quiet thank you in his direction. I was so proud of my son. Despite his own pain, he was doing everything he could to make his brother smile and to make us feel a little bit better. He smiled at me as an answer, and I gestured for him to get closer before wrapping my free arm around him :

"I love you, kid." I whispered with honesty.

He pulled away from me after a few seconds and opened his mouth to answer something, but steps coming in our direction drew our attention. I bent a little bit to see who was approaching us, and I saw my dad and Regina walking quite fast in the corridor to come and join us. Henry gestured for me to give him Liam as I was putting my mug on the floor in front of me, ready to greet our guests. I didn't notice the figure that was following my family right away, as it was looking down and seemed to be wanting to become invisible. But when I finally recognized who was walking toward me, I jumped out of my seat, my fists clenched so hard my nails were sinking into the skin of my palms.

"What the hell is she doing here?!" I barked, throwing a furious stare at Zelena.

Beside me, no one was saying anything, completely bewildered as well, but my mom slowly got up, what made me guess she was aware the witch was supposed to come but she hadn't had the time to warn us about it. Hook got on his feet as well and placed a shaky hand on my back, and I understood that if he was as mad as I was, he just wanted to reassure me and show me his support. I suddenly remembered the kids were still there with us in the corridor, and as I didn't want them to see me in such a rage, I forced myself to take some deep breaths and calm down, helped by the touch of Killian's hand against my skin.

"Emma, take it easy." My dad gently started. "She's coming in peace."

"She wants to talk a little bit with you." Regina added, forcing her sister to take a step forward with a little push on her back.

Zelena was still looking down at her feet, as if she was deeply ashamed. My eyes met the black bracelet that was depriving her of her magic, placed around her wrist, and it reassured me a little bit : she couldn't hurt us. But I was feeling on the edge of entering in a rage, I was feeling it burning in my guts as boiling lava. How dared she come here after everything she'd done? How dared she approach my family? Was she really hoping I would listen to her and forgive her just like that, after everything we'd been through because of her?

"Mom, can you bring Liam to our room, please?" I asked in a tensed voice, wishing to take my son away from this tension that was crackling in the atmosphere and was making the air so thick it was getting hard to breathe. "Everything's fine, sweetheart." I added to my son with a comforting smile, wanting to reassure him as he was staring at me with worry in his eyes.

My mom slowly nodded and took Liam against her before disappearing. I turned back to Zelena, my jaw clenched in anger, once I was sure my little boy couldn't hear us anymore. Henry came to stand by our sides, to show us his support in this confrontation. He was also looking so mad, and he grabbed my fingers with a shaky hand. A heavy silence settled for a few seconds, and it's Regina who started to talk first :

"Swan, I know you're mad and you're right to be, but she really wants to talk to you. Can you give her a chance?"

After a little hesitation, I nodded despite my feelings, knowing deep down it was the best thing to do for my family. I felt Hook's hand searching for mine and grabbed his fingers with my free hand in a try to calm myself down. I took some deep breaths to ease the little voice at the back of my head yelling for me to punch Zelena in the face once again. Instead, I closed my eyes for a brief second before saying in a muffled voice :

"Go."

She looked up at me and we shared a quiet glance. She was looking genuinely sad, and I wondered for a minute if she was pretending in order to get what she wanted or if she was being sincere. But when she started to talk again, her voice was shaking and I understood she was thinking every word that was coming out of her mouth, what made me feel just a little bit better :

"I wanted to apologize." She started in a low voice. "I spent most of my life alone, without anyone to care about me, and when Robyn was born, I felt like I had finally found someone to love me no matter what. And then she was taken away from me. But I should never have tried to hurt you, Emma, especially now that you were pregnant. You did things you shouldn't have by speeding up my pregnancy, but you've been careful my daughter was safe at the end of the day, and we've all made mistakes here. You were besides under the Dark One's curse at the time. I'm really feeling guilty for what happened, because I now understand I've made a huge mistake. That's why I let you get to the hospital just before you gave birth, I got that I wouldn't get my daughter back by acting like that. I just wanted to say sorry, but you don't have to accept my apologies. I would absolutely understand if you didn't want to. I deserve it."

A surprised silence followed her statement. I certainly hadn't expected to hear that, and I was suddenly realizing that I had myself never apologized for speeding up her pregnancy. My anger was still there, of course it was, but I was feeling sorry for the witch : deep down, all she wanted was to know her daughter and be loved. And even if I was still deeply mad at her, I opened my mouth to myself tell her how sorry I was, but I got interrupted by Killian and turned to look at him :

"You can be sorry." I stated in a surprisingly calm tone.

He let go of my hand to approach Zelena and take her by the arm, almost gently. Still without any violence in his movements, he forced her to turn and look at the bay window in front of her. He showed her the baby, still looking so tiny in her incubator. He looked at our daughter for a few seconds, then started to talk again, still in a tone lacking from any brutality.

"You see my daughter there, Zelena? She's three weeks old. And at three weeks, she's even smaller than a two-hour-old baby. So yeah, you can be sorry and blame yourself. Because of you, she's suffering. And she doesn't deserve this."

He let go of her arm. He was looking so sad it broke my heart in half. Zelena was staring at him with wide eyes, and I saw tears appearing in Killian's gaze. Very gently, I approached him and wrapped both my arms around his chest to comfort him. He gently caressed my back as I was kissing his chin, waiting for his heart, that I could hear through his t-shirt, to stop racing. When I was sure he was feeling a bit better, I started to talk again :

"Killian is right. You have all the reasons to blame yourself, because what you did was wrong beyond words. But I have to apologize as well. I'm sorry I've sped up your pregnancy in the first place. I've never apologized, and I want to do it now. But it doesn't mean that I'm not mad at you anymore. You almost broke our family, and the baby isn't even safe yet. It's all your fault, and I don't know if I'll be able to forgive you some day."

I'd put all my honesty in this statement, without sounding violent at all. I had to stay calm, for my family, but I was also refusing to lie to the witch and tell her everything was okay. Zelena pressed her lips together as if she was holding back her tears, and slowly nodded :

"I get it." She whispered, looking down at the floor.

The silence reigned for a few seconds again. Seeing that Killian, who, if he'd calmed down, still had unshed tears shinning deep inside his eyes, I pulled him a little bit closer to me. He kissed the top of my head and we stayed for a long while just watching the baby sleep without saying anything. Henry ended up joining us, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder to include him in our embrace. My thoughts diverged toward the most important people in my life. I first thought about the baby, then my sons, Killian, my entire family, who had been so disrupted by the last events. I was wondering if we would ever be able to get over this entirely. I then told myself Zelena'd had to be really brave to come here after what I'd done to her during my tantrum two weeks earlier. Suddenly, I realized she'd never explained us her entire plan, and I frowned, intrigued. We had more or less guessed what she'd wanted to accomplish by acting like that, but we still had a lot of unanswered questions in mind. How was she knowing the three wizards and how had she brought them to our world? Why them? Since when was she in Storybrooke? How had she come back from Oz? Deciding that, given her presence, it was now or never to get some answers, I turned to her again and asked in a low voice :

"We never knew how you got here in the first place, Zelena. We never really understood your plan. I'd like for you to tell us everything, now. I think we deserve to know."

She sighted, as if she was feeling deeply ashamed of what she'd done, and her change suddenly hit me all at once. She was looking genuinely sorry. She wasn't the same person anymore. Maybe she would actually change, for good. After all, it was never too late to find the right path. She leaned against the closest wall and whispered :

"Very well."

"You should sit down." Regina recommended. "It's a very long story."

I obeyed, followed by Killian and Henry. I sat down between the both of them, my right hand squeezed between my son's fingers, my left one gently stroking Killian's palm. I was feeling like they were helping me to calm my anger down, and I needed it. Even if I was trying to seem calm, I was still really mad at the witch and what she'd done was unforgivable. Even the simple fact of looking at her was making my stomach twist while a lump was forming in my throat, and I had to force myself in order not to start yelling at her. But she had apologized, and I really wanted to know the entire story. I then looked up at her, showing her I was ready to listen :

"It all started in Oz." Zelena began. "I was trying to find my way back to Storybrooke and get my daughter back. I, of course, first tried to steal Dorothy's slippers, but I've never managed to get what I wanted. She was always foiling my traps, no matter how good they were. I never gave up, telling myself it was my only chance to come back here, but after two years, she ended up leaving the realm. Thanks to the slippers, she could change world easily, what wasn't my case. I was mad, really mad, and I promised myself that when she would come back, I would kill her for good. But meanwhile, I needed to find another way to open a portal. After hours of research, I ended up discovering a potion that could make me come here, it was just what I needed. No one had managed to get it to work yet, because one of the ingredients was rare beyond words, and I had to do something horrible to get it. What I needed was the tears of a broken heart, but not any broken heart. One who had just lost its true love to death. True love is already very hard to find, as you know it, it's the rarest magic of all. But in addition to that, the tears had to come from someone I knew and who trusted me. I managed to get close to a couple of farmers, pretending to be a beggar, and I stayed with them for several months to gain their trust. I ended up killing the young woman while the couple had just gotten engaged. They were loving each other more than anything. I'm not proud of what I did, but I thought back then that the most important was to get my daughter back, no matter how. I wasn't understanding that by doing such a thing, I wasn't acting like a mother should. The rest of the ingredients wasn't hard to find, and after a few more months, I ended up managing to open a portal to Storybrooke. I arrived here in the middle of March, deep down in the forest so you wouldn't notice me. I hid there, waiting for Robyn to be left alone to strike. I already had a plan back then, I wanted to steal the apprentice's wand which I knew was at Regina's, then abduct Robyn to bring her back with me to Oz. I've waited for the right moment, I needed the house empty to manage to get what I wanted. I've had to wait for several days, because someone was always there, as if you were trying to prevent a potential danger. But, finally, the day I was waiting for arrived around the middle of March. There was a party at Granny's, and, therefore, the house and a good part of the town was empty...

"... Liam's birthday party." I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief.

It was a tradition to throw a little party to celebrate birthdays, in this family. We had then organized an evening for Liam around the half of March, as Zelena had said it, right before all this story started. I remembered spending a really great night back then : my son was looking so happy, he'd been spoiled with gifts and our friends were finding him absolutely adorable. I wasn't tortured by those sicknesses yet, given the fact I was barely pregnant at the time, and I remembered laughing a lot, snuggled between Killian's arms, as always so in love it was almost hard to believe. We had spent a really good time, little did I know everything had started right there.

"I've reacted the same way." Regina intervened, seeing my surprised look. "Go on, Zelena."

"I broke into the house." The witch obeyed. "It was protected like Regina's castle had been in the Enchanted Forest : blood magic. Not knowing I was back, Regina was protecting her house that way, convinced no one could actually enter without her permission. The apprentice's wand hasn't been hard to find : there wasn't any problems in the town at the time, and it wasn't particularly well hidden. But, even if I'd managed to get the precious wand I wanted, I was realizing my plan wasn't prefect : Robyn was always watched by an adult. I couldn't break into the house during the night, it was too risky, and I didn't want you to know I was there because my biggest advantage was being invisible to your eyes at the time. So I walked across the house, searching for an idea to get my daughter back, anything that could help me. It's there that I fell face to face with the Harry Potter novels, in Henry's shelf. I had never heard about these characters before, and that intrigued me a lot. I leafed through the books for a long time, trying to learn more about it, but you ended up coming home. I've been careful to put everything back into place so you wouldn't guess someone had come, and I went back into the forest. When I arrived, I thought about a new plan. Without really knowing why, these characters I had only learned about were sticking with me. I didn't even know if they were real, but I needed to make sure of it. With the apprentice's wand, I managed to open a portal to their world. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind : if I was sending them to Storybrooke with the wand, you would face a new crisis and try to send them back to their realm the quicker possible. I would then be free to abduct Robyn, as you would be too busy at work. But I hadn't thought about the fact it wasn't because there was a crisis the kids were left behind, and I couldn't risk telling you I was there. For my plan to really work, I needed you to not think about the fact I was the one who had kidnapped Robyn, so you wouldn't come to search for me at Oz. I waited for a very, very long time, but I ended up getting impatient. So I risked it all a night where the kids were alone in their rooms. But I failed, and you were now knowing about my plan. I was so, so mad. But a few weeks after that, I randomly learned that Emma was pregnant and... You know about the rest. I wanted to get my baby girl back, and if it meant I could retaliate on you at the same time, Emma, it was killing two birds with one stone. I was so angry at you, not only because you'd sped up my pregnancy, but also because I was blaming you for being separated from my daughter. Of course, Regina was the one who'd decided to send me back to Oz for Robyn's own safety, and I was so mad at her as well, but I was thinking that if you had left me alone in the first place, no one would have taken my baby away. I was wrong, of course, I know it now. Even if I had lived my entire pregnancy, Robyn would have grown up far from me. But I needed someone to blame, and I chose you. I'm sorry."

I nodded to show her I'd heard her, but didn't answer anything. I was still holding Killian and Henry's hands in mine. I saw that they were also deeply thinking about what the witch had just said. It was her plan then, everything was making so much sense now. She hadn't managed to get what she wanted, but she'd done a lot of damage on her way. Lost in my thoughts, I barely saw Whale entering the incubators room to go check on the baby, as he was doing every day since her birth.

After a long while spent in quiet, Regina ended up starting to talk again in a very gentle voice. I looked up at her, feeling that she was about to tell us something quite important.

"We've negotiated a lot, these past few weeks, and we finally decided on an agreement, Zelena and I. But I would like to ask you your opinion before deciding anything once and for all. You're the ones who've suffered the most after all, so I think it's only fair you're the ones to settle the situation."

"What is it?" Killian questioned, looking as intrigued as I was.

"We made a deal." Regina explained with a great calm. "If Zelena continues to behave - and she's on the right path, because apologizing to you was her idea – and provided that she keeps the bracelet forbidding her to use her magic the entire time, we could maybe arrange schedules so she can meet Robyn. It's exactly what we'd decided when the baby was born, but it didn't work as Zelena wanted her daughter all for herself. Now it's different, and she's ready to try. Of course, someone would always be there to watch Robyn while she talks with her mother. But I wanted to ask you what you were thinking about this. If you think it's a bad idea, be sincere. I don't want Robyn to suffer in addition to everything she's already lived."

A bit unsettled by this question, I turned back to Killian to quietly ask him his opinion about all of this. I didn't know what to think anymore : it was true that Zelena seemed calmed down, but what if it was all just a trap to get her daughter back for good? But at the same time, she couldn't do anything against us without her magic. But as Regina had said it, I didn't want the kid to suffer because of this decision. It was a big responsibility they were putting on our shoulders, and I was scared to choose wrong.

Killian was not looking convinced at all. I was clearly reading great worry in his eyes. I tried to communicate with him without saying a word, and he seemed to understand my inside thoughts. After a minute of a quiet conversation, he ended up slowly nodding, telling me he was agreeing with Regina's offer. I then turned back to the witch who, looking down at the ground, was waiting for our decision with dread as if she was sure she would lose against us. She was surely thinking that, as I was mad at her, I was going to want to hurt her and deprive her of her daughter. But I wasn't stupid, I knew this situation didn't have anything to do with me. The truth was our family would be a lot more peaceful if Regina and Zelena stopped fighting each other. And allowing her to see Robyn was a big step toward reconciliation. I couldn't deny this because of my own feelings.

"It's your daughter." I ended up saying in a low, deep voice. "I know you love her. You won't ever hurt her, right?"

"Never." She promised, shaking her head.

"Robyn needs to know her biological mother. And it could only do you good to see your daughter, it could teach you some responsibilities. I agree with that, Regina." I said, looking right into my friend's eyes.

A huge smile suddenly enlightened the witch's face, which had been closed off the entire time since she'd gotten here. I then realized I'd taken the right decision. I hooked my dad's gaze, who was staring at me with pure pride. I had managed to overcome my own anger to give the witch a chance, and I knew it was what he was expecting from me. It was what a hero would have done. I weakly smiled at him, and turned my head toward the bay window to look at my baby.

My eyes met Whale's as he was approaching us with quick steps. I shared an intrigued gaze with Killian : the doctor's face wasn't displaying his usual expression. He wasn't looking particularly worried, but I however leaned toward the bay window to make sure the baby was all right. She'd woken up and was moving in her incubator, looking peaceful, awake, and totally normal. It's only when I turned back to Whale that I realized he was looking genuinely happy, what was highly unusual lately.

"Can I talk to you two in private?" He asked us with a cheerful smile.

I squeezed Killian's fingers between mine, feeling my heartbeats racing inside my chest. The doctor was looking so happy, but I was scared to rejoice too soon. I didn't want to get hurt, not again. Glancing at Hook as we were following our friend hand in hand to have a bit of privacy, I realized he was looking as febrile as I was. Once we were out of sight, Whale ended up stopping and his smile widened a little bit more. In a joyful tone, he announced :

"I have good news, guys."

I felt Killian getting even closer to me, as if he was seeking comfort. I didn't answer anything, holding my breath, waiting for what was about to happen. Good news. Concerning the baby. I was hoping to hear these words for three long weeks, and now that it was happening, I was feeling about to start crying. I nodded to encourage the doctor to continue, and he obeyed with a chuckle :

"It's been a few days since the baby is perfectly fine. She's still very tiny, of course, but I've checked on her several times. She's breathing very well by herself, and her reflexes are now completely developed."

I was waiting for the end of his sentence with so much impatience I didn't even realize I was bouncing up and down. Hook tightened his grip on my hand a little bit more as a sight of hope was escaping my parted lips. Please, I just want all of this to be over. I just want her to be safe...

"I think it's finally time for you to bring her home."

The time seemed to stop for a second, and my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming : these words I had waited to hear for so long, they'd finally become true. My daughter was going to survive. We were going to bring her home and be happy. Our family was finally going to be complete again.

I turned back to look at Killian, not really knowing how to react because some situations are too powerful to be greeted with cries of joy. I was so happy it was making me dizzy. Hook looked at me for a few seconds, seeming completely overwhelmed, and then, at the exact same time, we threw ourselves into the other's arms, laughing and crying at the same time. I was feeling like a huge weight had just been removed from my shoulders. Killian kissed my neck, then pulled a little bit away from me to press a peck on the tip of my nose, before turning to Whale and asking with tears shinning in his eyes :

"When?"

"As soon as you want to. Now, if it's what you wish. It's more than time for you to be reunited with your baby girl."

He was looking genuinely happy for us. He added a "I'm leaving you to it" before walking away, and I looked at Killian again, shaking my head as tears of joy were streaming down my face. This moment, I had dreamt about it for weeks, and I was feeling like I was in heaven. Killian stared at me as if I was the eighth wonder of the world, then stated in a shaky voice :

"I love you. She's safe. She made it, she's a fighter, just like us. God, I love you so, so much Emma Swan."

I burst out laughing, so glad to be with him, so glad that we'd made it through together, and he pressed his mouth against mine, holding me so close to him that he lifted me up from the ground.

We announced the news to our family almost right away, too excited by what we had just learned. The few minutes that followed were only hugs and tears of joy and relief streaming down my loved ones' cheeks. Too eager to get home with the baby, we agreed on leaving most of our stuffs at the hospital and come back to pack afterwards. All that was mattering for now was bringing the baby home, safe, finally.

And half an hour later, the baby found herself snuggled into my arms. She was dressed with a little red outfit, and I wrapped a big blanket around her and placed a beanie on her head so she wouldn't get too cold outside. After all, it was the first time she would go out. It was the first time she would finally be able to discover the world, because she was healed.

I felt a huge wave of joy rushing over me when I got out of the incubators room, my daughter in my arms. Henry and Liam were so happy and excited, and were surrounding their little sister with tenderness. Our little girl was wide awake, but she wasn't crying. She was looking all around her, as if she was trying to understand the world surrounding her. Killian leaned forward to kiss her forehead as I was placing her in her crib, and whispered :

"We're going home."

She let go of a little cry of joy as if she was giving us her consent.

Only a little while later, we arrived at our house. My parents had joined us to drive us home, themselves so happy by the changes. It was what we'd waited for for weeks, and it was seeming like a dream because it was absolutely perfect. Killian had Liam in his arms, and our son was looking overexcited, happy to be home and to finally be able to watch his little sister without asking for permission. Henry, a huge grin on his face, was looking like the happiest teenager on earth as he was carefully watching over his sister.

We were all together, everyone was fine and safe. I was feeling tears forming in my eyes from the happiness I was experiencing.

Once in the living room, I carefully got the baby out of her crib. She'd fallen asleep during the journey home, rocked by the car's movement and Killian's voice, who'd told her she was the most adorable little girl on earth over and over again. She didn't awaken when I took her against my heart. In a low voice to try not to wake her up, my mom asked :

"Can we go see her room?"

"It's far from being over." I answered, somewhat shyly because I was realizing nothing was ready for our baby girl, the crib wasn't even mounted and I had no idea of where she would sleep in the meantime. "There's nothing much to see, really."

"It's just to see where she's going to sleep." My dad insisted with a kind smile. "And we can help you organize, if you want to."

I shrugged and gestured for them to walk in front of me and go upstairs. I barely looked at where I was walking because I was too busy staring at my perfect little girl : her tiny little hands, her big closed eyes, the way her belly was regularly moving up and down, showing she was breathing easily. I could have watched her for hours. I kept my eyes down on her, a little smile on my face, not believing how happy I actually was. I absent-mindlessly heard Hook saying :

"As Emma said, it's really not over, so..."

He didn't finish his sentence. Intrigued, I looked up right at the moment Liam was letting go of a little cry of awe, and my lips parted in surprise before what I was seeing.

The room was ready. The crib, made out of white wood, was placed against a wall and a module was hanging above it. A set of drawers was on the opposite side, and baby clothes were arranged on the top of it, as if they were expecting us to use them. On a shelf hooked to the wall, dozens of fluffed animals were lining up, including the little teddy bear Killian had won at the carnival during our honey moon. A white rocking-chair was placed in a corner of the room, exactly like in Liam's bedroom. The walls had been painted in light gray and white, the colors we'd chosen, but we'd never had the time to finish the works.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room was absolutely stunning, and I hadn't expected that kind of thing to happen at all. It was releasing a peaceful and safe atmosphere, just what my baby needed, and it was making my heart inflating with happiness. In awe in front of what they'd done, I turned to my parents and Henry, who were all looking so proud of themselves.

"You did all of this... for us?" I ended up whispering, moved beyond words.

Killian was looking as surprised as I was. The intention was touching my soul : they'd made her a little room without talking to us about it, so she would feel home when she would finally come back. My mom gently smiled at me and said, looking a bit amused by our reactions :

"It was the least we could do. And she has a little place just for her, now that she's here."

I bit my lower lip to try not to start crying and approached my parents, then Henry to all hug them in a quiet thank you. My movements seemed to wake the baby up, and she started to whimper, mad to be awakened like that. I gently rocked her against me, saying in a low voice :

"Look, baby, you're home."

As always, my voice seemed to comfort her. Killian leaned forward to press a kiss on her forehead, what eased her completely as she was staring at her father with her big blue eyes. I looked back at my parents and son, and whispered :

"Thank you... I don't even know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything, honey." My mom answered, placing her hand on my back. "It was a great pleasure."

"We still need to finish one detail, though." My dad stated, gesturing to show us the wall against which the bed was placed.

My eyes met an inscription that I hadn't noticed yet. Across the wall, written in black with rounded letters, the word princess was showing, what made me giggle softly. It didn't seem to be completely finished, though, and my mom started to talk again :

"We were waiting to know her name to write it on the wall as well." She said with a smile.

"Have you chosen one yet?" Henry intervened, bouncing up and down in excitement.

I shared a brief look with Killian to quietly ask him his opinion. He grinned as an answer and pressed his lips against my forehead in a tender gesture before saying, his nose brushing against mine :

"Maybe it's time to tell them, don't you think?"

I nodded with a little smile and slightly pulled away from him. It was what we'd decided : we would only divulge the baby's name when she would be safe. And she was, now, in my arms, healthy. I took a deep breath, feeling a pinch of happiness in my chest, and stated with tears of joy in my voice :

"It's with great pleasure that I introduce you to the little Leia."

Leia. The fake name I'd given for my first ball, during this adventure that had driven us so close to each other, that had made my last walls fall to let Killian in. This name was special, it was bringing with it a big part of our story. And it was a perfect fit for our little princess.

"That's pretty!" Liam shouted in enthusiasm.

I smiled at my son as Killian was playfully fluffing his hair, and turned back to the rest of my family to have their opinion on this choice that was so important for us.

"So? What do you think?"

"It's beautiful." My mom commented, looking on the edge of crying.

My dad agreed with a little nod and a smile, and I looked at Henry so he would tell me what he was thinking, my eyebrows raised in question. He didn't react right away, but ended up approaching his sister, and he took her little hand in his as her fingers were squeezing his fingertip :

"Welcome home, Leia."

I shared a look with Killian, a lonely tear of joy streaming down my face without me even noticing it.

Here we go! so what do you think about the name? See you Thursday for the epilogue, and for a little special announcement I have to make! :)