It's time…but they don't need to know
.tacos asked for a oneshot of Emma going into labour and trying to hide it from her parents and Killian.
Emma knew exactly what the sharp pains in her abdomen were; there was no putting it down to Braxton hicks. She also knew if she stood up from her seat she'd reveal the pool she'd made when her waters had broken, and she didn't want any of the others to know yet. She didn't want to go to hospital until she absolutely had to. She hated hospitals, everything about them. No, she'd let her family finish their dinner of steak pie before she gave off any hint that she was most definitely in labour. Besides, she wasn't sure how Killian would react; this was when Emma was sure it would hit him that he was going to be a father. She was still terrified he'd freak out and leave her alone. She knew in the sensible part of her brain that he wouldn't do that, and knew even if he tried her dad would beat him to a bloody pulp.
Snow could tell something was wrong with Emma. She pretended to focus on her food and the story Killian was telling them about his time on the sea but she was really watching Emma. Her face kept distorting in discomfort ever so slightly every…few…minutes. There was a pattern. Snow, of course, was the only other person in the room who'd been in labour and understood the pains. When she twigged there was a pattern she knew her daughter was in labour. She stood up rapidly and sprinted out to grab the hospital bag. Emma sighed; she knew the game was up.
"Everyone up!" Snow called. "Dinner's over. Emma's in labour."
"What?!" Charming and Killian shouted together (Henry was with Regina). Neal just looked confused, what did labour mean? Snow carefully helped Emma to her feet and frowned down at the wet patch on the chair.
"Sorry." Emma grimaced through the pain. "I'll pay to have it dry cleaned…"
"Emma you think I care about the chair?!" Snow said, appalled Emma would even think that. "I care that you've been in this amount of agony and not said anything."
"I hate hospitals." Emma grumbled. Snow sighed and kissed her cheek.
"Even still, you should have said something. If you'd said months ago we could have arranged a home birth…"
"Without the beautiful drugs?! Oh no, I'll cope with the hospital. Just not till the last possible moment." Snow rolled her eyes as she helped Emma out. Charming was leading Killian who was in total shock as Neal toddled along on his father's other side.
Hours later at three fifty nine am little Miss Eira Jones was brought into the world. The family gathered quietly around the bed and stared at the perfect little bundle in Hook's arms. He bent down and kissed his newborn's head.
"This, my little one, is your family." He whispered. "We all love you so very much. You will never be alone, not with us around." Everyone else simply smiled in agreement (all except Neal who's fallen asleep in his own father's arms). A beautiful addition to a beautiful family.