Sorry it's been, like...2 months. Believe me, I would much rather have been writing drabbles and one-shots for you all than 10 page papers for my classes, and I really had no time to breathe or sleep but now I'm done with The Semester From Hell! As of 24 hours ago, I'm home on break so YAY for me and YAY for actually having the time to write! Anyway, I got a request for a part two to chapter 31 "Marriage" a veeeerrrry long time ago (apologies, again) and wow. Let me say that obviously my school work took its mental toll because this idea didn't even occur to me. So I took that review and ran with it :) A nice long one for you all, some fun, cute fluff in light of the mid-season finale (commence tears).

33. Confused

Killian sat up in bed, arms folded across his chest, staring at the bathroom door with concern in his eyes. This was the third morning that Emma had woken up and dashed into the bathroom, but it was the first time that he had heard the click of the lock before he could even roll out of bed.

After a minute, he got up and walked over to knock on the door. "Emma?"

"I'm okay," he heard her call back, although he could tell it was a weak response. And then he heard her cough.

"Emma, this is the third day in a row," he replied, "Are you sure?"

"I just..." There was a pause, and Killian wasn't sure if it was her hesitating on her own or if she had turned to the toilet again. "I just need a minute alone."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "To throw up in the toilet? Emma, this can't be healthy -"

"Killian, please."

He sighed to himself. "Whatever you need, Love." Leaning up against the door frame, he realized he wasn't entirely sure if he was more worried or confused by her at the moment. "Although, just so you know, I'm calling David to let him know you won't be at the station today."

After a moment of silence, he heard, "Okay." A knot formed in his stomach; Emma Swan did not miss work, and she would most certainly not let him take care of it. "Can I talk to my mom after?"

"Of course," he replied, walking somewhat in a daze over to the phone and dialing the number. She wouldn't let him in but she'd talk to Mary Margaret, so at least it was something. But she was willing to miss a day of work, so something was definitely wrong. But if it was that bad she would talk to him -

He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of David's voice. "Hello?"

"David, it's Killian," he said. "Sorry it's so early, but Emma's sick. I wanted you to know she won't be at the station today."

David's lips set into a frown, both at the news and at the tone in Killian's voice. "Is she all right?"

Killian shrugged and made a helpless gesture even though David couldn't see. "I'm not sure, she locked herself in the bathroom. But she did say she wanted to talk to Mary Margaret."

"I'll go get her."

Killian walked back to the bathroom and knocked. "Emma? I've got Mary Margaret on the phone." After a moment, he heard the click of the lock. Emma opened the door, looking tired and rather pale, just as she had the past two mornings. But he didn't press her for details or make her let him in; he just handed the phone over and watched as she closed the door with a half-hearted smile.

About fifteen minutes later, Killian had just gotten dressed when he heard a knock at the door. It was still before nine, so the only explanation could be David and Mary Margaret. When he opened the door and let the couple in, he saw he was right.

But Mary Margaret, a small bag in her hand, hurriedly walked right by him, past the kitchen, through the bedroom, and to the bathroom. From their place in the kitchen, Killian and David heard a knock, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing again. Killian placed his elbows on the island in the kitchen and rested his chin against his hands.

"How're you doing over there?" David asked, leaning against the island as well.

"I've had better mornings." Killian sighed and looked down at the marble of the island. "I just wish she'd talk to me. I know she hates seeming weak or whatever the complex is, and that sometimes she just wants to handle everything herself and not ask anyone for help or tell anyone what's going on. I just thought we had moved past that, especially if something is really wrong."

When he looked up, David was looking at him. "You have moved past that. As one who speaks from experience, trust me. I can see it." The slightest smile spread across his face.

Killian's eyebrows knit together, wondering what David knew that he didn't. "What are you smiling about?" he asked curiously, confused yet again.

David shrugged, not really answering as he replied, "You don't have anything to worry about."

Before he could question it further, the door to the bathroom opened, and both women came into the kitchen, Emma still in her pajamas, and Mary Margaret with her eyes slightly rimmed red.

"Good morning, Killian," Mary Margaret greeted, as if she had just entered the apartment. She reached up to hug him.

"Morning," he said, responding to surprisingly strong hug. "Are you all right?"

"Me?" she asked. "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" She let go, swiped at her cheek, and moved to the other side of the island to take her husband's hand. "Come on, David, we have errands."

Killian watched in bewilderment as David waved goodbye and the two hurried out of the apartment. He blinked a few times at the door as it shut, but after a moment just shook his head. This entire family baffled him.

"Emma," he said, his eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can you please, please just tell -" He barely had time to catch her as Emma ran towards him, throwing her arms around his neck and jumping so her legs wrapped around his waist. Her lips crashed against his and she tangled her fingers in his hair. Momentarily, all thoughts left his brain and he kissed her back, matching her eagerness and carrying her back to the bedroom

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the bathroom.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "Emma, Love," he said, panting slightly, "I'm very glad you're feeling better, and normally I don't mind when you do that to shush me, but I've only been awake for about an hour and I've spent the entire time rather puzzled."

"That last little bit included?" she asked, unwrapping her legs from around his waist.

He nodded as he set her feet gently back on the floor. "That last little bit most of all. Please remember that you locked yourself in the bathroom up till about 5 minutes ago."

"I remember -"

"And that you wouldn't let me in."

"I know -"

"Or talk to me at all, really, for that matter."

"Yes, but -"

"And I was rather worried given that it's the third -"

"Killian, I'm going to shush you again," she warned. He opened his mouth, remembering that he'd received worse threats in his life. But then he shut it, remembering that none of those threats had ever come from his wife. "Sit down and I'll explain." Killian sat on the bed and watched as Emma went back into the bathroom and came out with a small, thin, blue and white stick-like item in her hand. "This is what I needed Mary Margaret to bring me."

Killian blinked. "A thermometer?" he guessed.

"Um," Emma began as she took a seat next to him on the bed, trying to hold back laughter. "Nope, not a thermometer. It's a..." she hesitated, taking a breath. "It's a pregnancy test."

He started at it, and Emma wasn't sure whether or not he was actually seeing it. "I...uh...I didn't know they had...tests, um, for that." Emma noticed that his face was a shade or two paler than usual. "So...what exactly does two lines mean?"

Emma simply nodded.

"So that's a yes?"

Emma kept nodding, biting her lip a little. She watched worriedly as Killian glanced down at his hands. "Well that explains a lot," he said with a chuckle to himself, and when he looked back up, he was beaming, and she could have sworn she saw a glassy look to his eyes. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face against her hair. "You know, you could have told me a little earlier, saved me some worry, some confusion."

"And miss you calling a pregnancy test a thermometer? I don't think so."

"Oh, come on, I just figured out how to get the phone right, give me a break," he complained, but only half-heartedly. After everything that had happened that morning, ending with Emma resting her head against his chest, genuinely giggling and smiling for the first time in the last few days, he didn't really care. David's words that he had nothing to worry about came back to him, and in that moment, he felt that truer words had never been spoken.

As always, please leave a review to let me know what you think, to let me know about a request or prompt, or simply to vent about how Adam and Eddy are trying to kill us with emotions. I have absolutely no doubt they were thinking exactly about that when they were planning and writing. And then they laughed -_-