A/N: Here it is: the first epilogue. Not quite sure how many I'll be writing but expect a couple more to come, I'm not sure yet. It depends where my muse takes me.

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- Shauna!xo

"Lov-"

"Nope", she cut him off. Direct. Straight to the point.

"Sweethea-"

"Don't petname me."

"Darlin-"

"What did I just say?" She wasn't really interested in hearing his voice. Or his empty apologies.

"But Emma-"

"Run out of pet names so soon?" she taunted him in reply, flashing around with her hands on her hips as she glared up at him, fury radiating out from her, a growl building from low in her chest.

He hissed at that, a scowl of his own overtaking his dynamic features.

"Will you bloody hell let me finish?" he almost yelled.

"Why bother? You were the one stupid enough to do this in the first place", she snapped back at him, the two of them standing less than five centimetres apart now, her chest rising up and down rapidly in anger as his eyes narrowed down at her.

"You know I didn't mean to-"

"Yeah, well, you did and it ruined my baby shower."

That's the part she was miffed about. She'd been planning this for weeks. Weeks. He knew that and he went and ruined it anyway because he cared that little. Well, he could go fuck himself if he wanted.

"I said I was sorry", his soft voice came in reply, his hand reaching out to brush against her shoulder, her skin tingling as he made contact.

"Sometimes sorry doesn't cut it," she bit back, shaking his hold off. Now was not the time to go soft.

"I didn't kno-"

"You got onto a motocycle with David at 2am in the morning, drunk, I might add. Just what did you think you were going to accomplish? Apart from what you managed to do that is by crashing into three mailboxes, two lamp posts and the opening to Granny's. You're god damn well lucky she decided to take a brief vacation and I can get the door fixed before she returns, otherwise I'd be the least of your concerns!" she finally screamed out, her voice raising in pitch as her arms crossed over her chest, her lip curled in dismay.

His eyes flared up at her tone, his smile thining into a slight glare as his eyes flickered downwards, clearly fighting a sarcastic remark to which she gritted her teeth at.

"I didn't think, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

This time, it was her eyes that were flaring up as she stomped away from him, her footsteps heavy on the marble flooring.

"I need a warm, relaxing bath and a long nap since I was up all night between you pucking up your guts and I'm also pretty sure your kid was using my uterus as a soccer ball".

Emma continued marching up to their ensuite room, ignoring his muttering of "As you wish".

Just what was he thinking last night?

"You idiot, you god damn stupid idiot," Emma screetched out at him as she came running out onto the street, Ruby, Regina and Mary Margaret following closely behind with the rest of the girls filling in slowly behind the three of them.

"Emma?" he groaned out in question, his hand coming up to rub against his head where he had hit it.

The four of them had come sprinting out when they heard a loud crash against Granny's: Ruby's grandmother owned the bed and breakfast and had allowed them to use it for Emma's baby shower. And everything was going well. At least it was.

Killian and David lay sprawled out across the rainy ground with Victor, Will and Robin not far behind them with a motorbike hazardly broken against the wall of Granny's. Had they crashed?

"I think I hit my head", came the slurred reply from her fiance, looking up at her confusedly, his eyes widenening comically as his lips parted on a gasp-

-a painful gasp by the sound of it.

"Serves you right", she mutters back at him loudly, ignoring her friends dissproving stare.

"Guys, shh, trying to sleep", David pushes against Killian's arm that was traced across him and closes his eyes, causing Emma and Ruby to glare at the scene with an incredilious look.

Was he high?

"Dave, mate?" she groaned at how slurred Killian's voice was. He was clearly very very drunk.

"Who else?" he muttered, "Now, shh. Sleep."

Mary Margaret came rushing forth to her boyfriends aid at that, telling him to keep his eyes open and talking to him softly, cradling his head in her lap and checking for cuts and bruises.

"We best get them to the hospital, Emma", it was Ashley now, whispering into her ear as Ruby finally gets into action, looking worriedly at Victor.

"Yeah", she murmurs backwards, being stopped from helping Killian up by her friends.

"You're six months pregnant, Ems", Ruby had claimed just as Mary Margaret had astonishedly told her, "You remember the doctors orders, no heavy lifting".

And that was how Emma had spent six hours at a 'n' e last night with her boyfriend of two years, holding his hand as he threw up into a bowl the nurse had given him as she'd thrown a look laced with empathy at Emma.

"You're so beautiful," Killian had murmured repeatedly, nearly all the way to the hospital as Ashley drove, the two of them in the backseat.

"And you're so not getting off that easy", she retorted.

"Huh?" Damn him, he looked so adorable with his hair disheveled and his wide eyes looking innocent and confused up at her.

She'd just sighed, tugging his head back down to her lap and strocking his head, her fingers combing through his locks as he smiled up at her sleepily, his hand latching onto hers as the car came to a slow stop, entwining their fingers tightly together. His blue eyes twinkled up at her then, all bright and happy as he slurred out something unintelligable.

"Come on, drunky", she murmured, "Time to make sure you're okay".

With Ashley's help the two of them managed to get him up right and walk into the hospital.

"After all, I'm going to need the father of my child".

XXX

Emma blinks, her eyes fluttering as she rapidly rubs the sleep out of them, smiling faintly as she smells the scent of tea-

-herbal, green, because Killian had ordered her to.

"Coffees not good for the baby", he had astonished her, taking it out of her reach the morning after she had told him she was pregnant and replaced it with green tea much to Emma's dismay.

And well, she did know that. But it didn't mean she had to like it.

Shaking her head, she came back to the present, almost yelping when she saw Killian sat lazily at the edge of the bed, his hand coming up to rub against her leg softly over the thick, yellow covers with a cup of tea clutched tightly in his right hand to which she immediately grasped for.

A small smile overtook his face as he passed it to her, a tray being placed over her lap almost simultaneously, causing an eyebrow to come up in question at the broad choice of different foods.

"I didn't know whether you were having a sweet or savoury day", he mutters, his smile widening slightly as she started to dig in immediately-

-and god, she hates how adorable he is. And she hates how great he's been throughout her entire pregnancy. Damn, adorable idiot.

"Or you could that", he mutters, trying not to watch as she puts everything together. She'll give him credit though, for his part he does try to keep the disgusted tone out of his voice.

"This is really good", she murmurs happily, humming to herself as she eats, annoyance gone for now-

-then again, he shouldn't be surprised, she's always in a better mood when in the presence of food.

"Glad my food lives up to the princesses expectations".

"You're really never going to let that go are you?" she mumbles, almost under her breath.

He grins up at her, "Nope".

She groans, "It was one time".

They'd gone to Disneyland Florida and a little girl had run up to Emma, clearly excited, before tangling her fingers in Emma's dress (she was feeling girly, okay?) and demanding that she was a princess, a very pretty princess. She was cute though, she'd give the child that much.

"Does this mean you forgive me?"

Rolling her eyes at his fake casual tone, "I'll seriously consider it-"

"-if I go out and buy you a Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream?" he finished, grinning cheekily at her.

"It's good", she exclaimed.

"No ones doubting that, sweetheart. Adding it with peanut butter is what makes peoples stomachs turn".

"If you'd only try it-"

"I'm good, thank you, love".

She laughs at his disgruntled expression glaring down at her, his blue eyes dancing as a smile inevitably curves around his lips, causing Emma to grin wider at him to which he rolls his eyes at-

-they may spend too much time together, she inwardly thinks as she raises an eyebrow at him expectantly.

"I'm going, I'm going", he mutters, collecting his keys from the nightstand.

"You know you could stop by the DVD rental and get the Princess Bride", she tells him cheekily, purposely phrasing it as an order, not a question.

"Emma", he groans.

"What?" she asks innocently, "Ruby ruined the last copy I had of it".

"You have seen the Princess Bride one too many times. In fact, several too many times. At this point, I'm positive you could recite the film word by word."

"Please", she begs, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout as her eyes widen innocently, sparkling up at him.

He grumbles, "You're lucky I love you".

"I think you're the lucky one", she teases as he leans down to press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, his teeth digging in much to his delight at her shocked gasp, grinning down at her.

"I don't think that was ever in question."

She smiles, watching him as he dances out of the room, grinning like the adorable idiot he is to himself, feeling happy and elated and wow, she just loves him so much.

She's still smiling as she hears the car door slam, signalling his exit, thinking about everything they'd gone through in the past two years as her pale, right hand comes down to stroke the rounded curve of her six month pregnant belly, humming under her breath because yes-

-yes, she did make the right choice in trusting him, in letting him in. This, all this, was completely worth it. Worth every argument, fight or anything else they'd overcome because they would, they'd overcome anything.

Strawberrys?

The bing of her phone takes her by surprise as she stares down at it before grinning wickedly. She knew there was a reason she loved him.

Of course.

Like it? Yes, no? I'd love to know your thoughts and constructive critism is the only way I can improve.

- Shauna! xo