A/N: Set sometime before Emma goes into labor and based on a combination of prompts.

Prompt 1: What about Emma giving Killian a nice massage once, as a reward to his very sweet effort to take care of her all the time?

Prompt 2: Now I would like Killian enjoying touching her belly like singing to her baby etc

Killian came home late from a really long day at the clinic. He was sore, his whole body aching, there was a wobble in his step and he was just overall exhausted. The thought of a good, satisfying sleep sounded like heaven as he threw his keys on the counter and trudged through the house.

The warm light in the family room illuminated through the doorway, so he walked in, finding Emma sitting on the couch knitting. She looked absolutely adorable in her white tank top and pajama bottoms, her pregnant belly protruding underneath the scarf she was working on. His sister-in-law had gotten Emma into knitting a couple of weeks ago and it gave her something relaxing to do when she wasn't working.

He stood there watching her, a smile struggling to make it's way across his lips as her eyes lifted from her task. Her beauty alone made his whole body dissolve. He wanted to hug and kiss her, and give her his undivided attention, but he was afraid that he just did not have it in him to do so.

"Oh goodness, I didn't even hear you come in," she breathed, a bit struck as her hand went to her heart.

"Sorry, love. Didn't mean to startle you."

She was smiling but her features fell when she scanned him up and down, studying him intently. She immediately set down her knitting supplies, holding her belly as she pulled herself up from the couch. "You look exhausted, baby. You poor thing." Her words were soothing as she walked over to him, eyes glowing with a mixture of concern and love.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired and sore, that's all."

He could tell she wasn't completely buying it as she cupped his cheeks in her hands, gracing him with a soft smile. Her touch was warm and instantly helped him to relax a bit. "Are you hungry? Dinner's in the refrigerator. I can get it for you," she murmured softly before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Not really. Just mostly want to sleep," he assured her, his hands finding her waist and wrapping around her as he pressed another tender kiss to her lips. Since they've been living together, he would normally come home to a warm meal when he wasn't so late, the house was always clean by her hands, even though he insisted that she leave it to the maid. And she would take care of him and help him to bed when he was too tired to do anything but rest.

Killian attempted to offer a smile but it hurt too much for even the small gesture and when she gently rested her hands on his shoulders to remove his jacket, he winced.

He could see Emma's motherly instincts kick in as worry washed over her features and once she pulled his jacket from his arms and draped it over the sofa, she came back to him, tugging on his hand. "Come on. I think the doctor needs some good doctoring."

He allowed her to pull him out of the room, without a whine of complaint. Killian didn't like to ask for help but if she was offering, he supposed he would let her. She was unyielding as she led him upstairs to the bedroom while he groaned from having to force his legs to make the trek.

When they entered the room, she gently pushed him backwards, urging him to sit on the bed. "Let me take care of my baby," she cooed, her hands loosening his tie when he slumped down into the mattress.

"Love, you already have a baby to worry about. I'll be okay. Just need to lie down is all," he assured her.

"Ah-ah, you always pamper me with massages, it's my turn to do the same for you." Her voice was stern as she started unbuttoning his shirt. He opened his mouth to protest but he really didn't have the strength to stop her. Besides, if the lass wanted to undress him and put her hands on his body who was he to argue? Emma pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor before patting a spot on the pillow. "Come on, lay on your stomach. And I'm not asking."

"Yes ma'am. If the beautiful lady insists," he managed to flirt with an intrigued brow. He could see the effect his words had on Emma as she blushed, her flinty lips cracking into a small smile.

"That's more like it. Now lay down."

Normally her demanding voice would turn him on, and honestly it did, but his bones were too weary to act on anything at the moment.

Killian did as he was told and sprawled across the middle of the bed on his stomach. His back, tight and tense, instantly felt relaxed and he let out a long, weary sigh as he tugged the pillow towards him and turned his head on his side to watch her. Emma moved determinedly as she removed his shoes from his feet and pulled off his socks.

Once he felt her cool, slender fingers on his tough heels, he easily became unwound and sank into the mattress. "That's it… just relax, babe." Her words were much more gentle as she worked on each foot, applying just the right amount of pressure, her thumbs making circles into the rough calluses of his skin. After being on his feet for most of the day, his shoes and socks cramping his feet, Emma's hands felt like pure heaven.

She spent an adequate amount of time on both of his feet before leaving the room and coming back with a bottle of massage oil in her hands.

Emma popped open the cap pouring a generous amount in her palms before setting the bottle on the nightstand and rubbing her hands together. He waited in high anticipation, deciding that he would very much enjoy the treatment she so lovingly offering. She climbed on the bed and straddled her boyfriend so her knees were on either side of him.

The instant Emma's hands were on his shoulders as she leaned over him, Killian buried his face in the pillow, emitting a deep audible groan from his belly.

Emma giggled as her hands worked firmly into his muscles, instantly easing the tension from his shoulders. "You're not the only one who's good with their hands," she teased, continuing to work her magic with her wonderful fingers.

Killian smirked into the pillow, not arguing one bit. "Mmmmhmmmm," he hummed into the silk material against lips as she pressed the heel of her palms firmly into his skin, easing out the knots in his muscles. He already knew her hands were capable of amazing things. She often gave him fantastic rubs in other places below his belt and drew orgasms out of him without even using her mouth. Even with Emma being pregnant, she made certain that he was never left unsatisfied.

Killian exhaled deeply, his body visibly becoming more unwound and molding into the mattress as Emma moved her hands to the center of his upper back for a few moments.

As she offered him soft, gentle words, her fingers wandered to the back of his neck and found another bundle of knots. He shifted and groaned, his muscles slowly relaxing underneath her touch.

She eventually continued on to his lower back, her hands pressing sharply against him and at one point Killian had to steady himself, deterring a certain part of his body from being aroused by her ministrations. He pushed out a long breath, feeling the hard pressure along his back and groaned a deep rumble, the sound muffled into the pillow.

"Would you like to tell me about your day?" she offered warmly, maneuvering her palms firmly into his skin and working her way back up.

He whined in protest at the thought of work.

She laughed, the sound vibrating through his body as he felt her body above him. "That bad, huh?"

He tilted his face away from the pillow to answer her. "Just very busy."

She hummed thoughtfully. "I can imagine. You work hard and deserve to be spoiled," she murmured softly and her hands never relented from massaging his back so brilliantly.

Killian smiled softly at the sentiment. He was worried that she might not be completely agreeable with everything his work entailed. It was his job to give physical exams, having intimate parts exposed to him, but that facet of his career didn't seem to bother her. He made sure time and time again that he only had 'non-medical' eyes for her.

"I'm just glad to be home with you and the little lad, my sweetness," he purred. Her hands were now warm, setting his body on fire as she continued the treatment.

"We're both glad to have you home, too. We missed you."

A broad grin crawled across his lips at her words. "I missed you both, too."

Emma swung her leg over and settled next to him, laying on her back, her green eyes sparkling as she looked over at him. He turned on his side, facing her as he lifted his hand to her belly and laid a soft kiss to her cheek. "I think about you and the wee duckling all the time," he whispered earnestly. "It's what keeps me going throughout the day."

Emma smiled amicably, her eyes glistening as she cupped his cheek in her hand. "Well, knowing that you're coming home to us is what keeps me going."

His heart started doing somersaults as he gently captured her lips. At the same time, he felt the baby kicking in her belly, making both of them laugh against each other's mouths. He lifted her shirt above her stomach and looked down, watching the visible movement under her skin. He loved seeing and feeling her baby kick, it was a wonderful sensation he couldn't quite describe. "Love, do you mind if I sing to the little lad to soothe him?"

Emma arched a brow, surprised. "I take it you're not too tired?"

"No, I'm feeling much better thanks to you."

"Then no, of course I don't mind. I think he would love that very much. It will let him know that you're going to be the man in his life taking care of him."

"Aye," Killian agreed, her words filling his heart with warmth.

"Sing for us," she encouraged, excitement buzzing in her eyes. He chuckled, plopping a kiss to her nose before moving to her stomach and getting comfortable at her side as he soothingly ran his fingers up and down his girlfriend's precious belly.

"This is a song my father used to sing to my brother and I whenever we were scared of the dark and thought there were monsters in the closet," he laughed.

"Let's hear it." Emma relaxed her head into the pillow, waiting in anticipation.

Clearing his throat, his words were soft and gentle as he started singing. "Close your eyes. Have no fear. The monster's gone. He's on the run and your Killian's here." Emma laughed a little and he pushed her shirt up a bit more, dropping a kiss to the middle of her swollen belly. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful boy. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful boy." He paused for a breath, looking up at Emma and seeing the gentle emerald eyes gazing upon him as he continued. "Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer. Every day in every way, it's getting better and better. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful boy. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful boy." Killian could feel Emma's body melting into the mattress, reacting to his gentle touches and tune. She ran a hand through his hair, combing her fingers through his dark locks.

Expelling another long breath, he began again. "Out on the ocean sailing away, I can hardly wait. To see you come of age. But I guess we'll both just have to be patient. 'Cause it's a long way to go. A hard row to hoe. Yes, it's a long way to go." Killian could no longer feel the baby kicking as he continued caressing her belly with soothing circles. "But in the meantime, before you cross the street, take my hand. Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful boy." He ended the song, pressing more sweet kisses to the center before peering up at her again. A tear had rolled down her cheek as she reached for his hand, lacing her fingers with his.

"That was beautiful. Thank you."

"Of course, love," he graced her with a soft smile, laying a kiss to the back of her hand, then pressing one to each of her fingers.

He lowered his head again, covering her exquisite belly with kisses, grateful for the precious cargo it contained. Even if the devil had a hand in creating him, Killian would love the little lad as much as he loved his mother. He came up to her, wiping away the tear from her cheek with his thumb before leaving a kiss there.

The thought of getting this chance to be a father was almost overwhelming, but he was very much looking forward to the future with Emma and the baby. And also the possibility that one day, her son would call him Daddy.

A/N: In case you're curious, the song that Killian sings is "Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon.