She doesn't even take a test. A wizard tells her as she's recovering from the darkness being ripped from her spine. He tells her with a grin. "Princess Emma, you're with child."

She thought the fatigue was from fighting off the need to destroy everything in sight. Turns out the need to destroy everything was partially hormones. She doesn't know how to tell anyone, lastly the man she loves too much to lose.

Insecurity is a doozy, isn't it? She's spent the last month raising hell and taking lives. Literally raising hell and taking lives. Killian was almost one of those lives. He still looks at her with adoration, with devotion and something so stupidly similar to love. Yet, she sits in fear that a pregnancy will send him running.

She tells him on a Monday. It's her first day back to work since the darkness tried to eat her soul(and probably her baby). He brought her lunch from Granny's and she realizes that he's doing the same stupidly cute 'boyfriend' things because he wants her to know that he's still 110% into this. They're true love, he saved her and their kid from a life of dark, dark decisions. Of course he's into this.

He freaks out a little, but only behind his eyes. His lips are spread into a grin so wide Emma thinks he's going to split his lip from tension.

"It's not that big of a deal." Emma dismisses when she thinks he's about to faint.

"It's the biggest deal. I love you so much, I've only ever wanted a family and now I'm getting it. You, this baby and Henry. I can't wait"

"I love you so much." She responds before bursting at the seams. It's the hormones, thats why she's sobbing into a grilled cheese. The hormones won't let her pick food or tears, it had to be all or nothing. The hormones have her sitting on his lap ten minutes later, her face buried into his neck as he strokes her stomach. Emma isn't usually one to cry on someone's shoulder, literally, but he has a really calming touch and he's holding her so close she thinks that for once in her life she's so freaking safe she can actually let the happiness hit her.

And it hits her hard when she shares the news with everyone a week later at a party her mother threw. Storybrooke is a sleepy town that loves a good gathering.

So they throw a second party a few months after that and Mary Margaret calls it a 'baby shower.' They bring gifts, some store bought, some hand crafted, all very considerate and more than she thinks she deserves.

Killian tries to hide the tears but ends up in a corner softly crying into her weeping father's shoulder when Henry produces his gift, the unicorn mobile Emma never slept beneath.

Killian and Henry spend the next few weeks repainting rooms in the house, attaching baby-proof devices to all the doors and cabinets, and building all the furniture they didn't already have constructed by Marco.

She knows they bonded during this pregnancy. Her two boys are both so eager to hold this kid, to love this kid. It's exciting because she's not alone, she's in love and loved in return. So will this baby be.

They pick a name a month before the due date. Emma fought for a week or so for an androgynous name. She thinks Billie works for a girl. Billie and Liam are both short for William, she just wants to do his family some honor. Killian dismisses the idea as considerately as he could. She asks him what little girls he's met and considered sweet enough to be his own.

'Lily' tumbles out about seven hours later in the darkness of their bedroom. With tears in his eyes he speaks of a child that deserved so much more than she got. He knows that there is innocence lost in every realm, not just his own, but he hopes that this makes up for what he couldn't do for Tiger Lily. 'She was a princess too, but I could have made her a pirate, I'm certain of it.'

Lily seems to fit more and more as the month stretches on. Lilith and Maleficent send a late baby shower gift from Camelot. It's the rattle Lilith never received. The childhood-Emma Swan wants to remember how vile baby gifts could be from a dragon-witch lady, but this one seems like the sweetest thing. She cried three times that week over that thing alone.

They're in the delivery room when she screams out the name 'Eva.' Killian is pleading that she ease up just the slightest on the one hand he has left and she laughs and shouts and cries all in one go. The lights have been flickering the entire time. Then her grandmother's name fumbles from her lips in a scream during the last push and they just shut off. Her mother swears she heard it from the waiting room, but Emma refuses to believe that.

It isn't until she writes 'Jones' on the birth certificate that she realizes how badly she wants that to be her last name, too. Swan represents a family who didn't want her. Jones is the man who has wanted her more than anyone.

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It's still another year and a half before they get married.

The wedding night is the first time Henry refers to Killian as 'Dad.' Killian barely stops weeping by the time they cut the cake, but Emma knows what it means to him, and he's never been one to take family for granted. He loves her son as much as he loves Lily and that alone was reason enough to go through the whole marriage thing.

Being hopelessly in love is just a bonus.

-/-

The years to follow are full of pure joy. Every moment they get as a family is a gift neither Emma or Killian ever dreamt of as children. Henry went to school in New York for film. He's rewriting history like an author, but he's doing it for the people of the nonmagical world. He wants the stories to be known the way they actually occurred, no smoke and mirrors or 'misinterpreted anti-heroes;' because Captain Hook was never a villain, Mom.

Lily grows everyday. She's the smartest, most active child in the world. She's learning every second she's breathing. She even absorbs information in her dreams. She's a miracle, and she's something Emma can't believe is hers.

Killian is growing just as much into a man of this world. She asks him every now and again if he ever wants to go 'home.'

He finally asked her if she really believes home has ever been something to him other than her heart. He told her he was born homeless, spent a short while drifting through what he believed to be a good place to rest his head, but has never felt more 'at home' than in her arms. From the spark of his existence, he'd been destined to return to her.

They've had a series of 'first meetings' between alternate realities, memory losses, and time traveling adventures. They've been devastatingly separated by one cruel element or another, but every time they come together, it quells the magnetic pull their souls have on one another. Every time they come together, it feels a little more like a homecoming than actually going home has ever been.