Emma stood outside her parents' door, staring at the fresh paint and the welcome mat in the hall.

"Are we going to go in, or are we just going to stand outside their door?"

"Shut up," She grumbled, smacking him gently across the chest. "I've never had to do this before."

"You still don't," Killian countered, grinning mischievously.

She chuckled, his light-hearted response calming her nerves a little. She swallowed her nervousness and rapped twice on the door, feeling that tingling fear creeping up her spine. She wanted to bolt. Just as she might have taken off down the hall, Killian slid his arm around her waist, tucking her firmly into his side. He winked at her and kissed the side of her head. "Easy, love, it'll be alright."

The door opened and it was her father who answered, his large smile diminishing when he noted the closeness of the two. "Emma, this is a surprise! Come on in!" He welcomed her warmly, extending his arm forward, ignoring Killian completely.

Snow was in the kitchen washing dishes, soap bubbles up to her elbows. "Emma!" She exclaimed, smiling when she laid eyes on her daughter. Like her husband, that smile diminished slightly when she saw Killian.

"Hello Hook." Snow greeted him, politely if coolly.

Emma swallowed and felt that intense fear creep up her spine; she shared a look with Killian, who gave her a reassuring smile.

"So what's up?" Charming asked, curiosity seeping into his tone. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, everything is...fine, just fine..." Emma stuttered, and internally cursed herself for her nerves.

"Sweetheart, that doesn't sound very reassuring. What's wrong?" Snow asked, frowning in concern. She dried her hands and came to stand beside her husband.

"Nothing's wrong," Emma stated more firmly. "It's not...bad," She took a breath and opened her mouth to tell them, to actually admit to her parents, Snow White and Prince Charming, that she had gotten knocked up by Captain Hook, and promptly closed it. She shook her head wildly, her large eyes going to Killian. He raised an eyebrow, smirking, as though to ask for permission. Emma felt like a coward not being able to admit it her parents and wound up doing exactly what she had to Killian.

"I'm pregnant!" She blurted out, letting the words fall from her mouth, before snapping her jaw shut.

Her parents just looked at her. "What?"

"Pregnant. Me. I'm pregnant." Emma repeated, cringing slightly, feeling her nerves shatter and tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes.

"Okay, okay," Snow said, sweetly, smiling at Emma. "It's okay. It's going to be alright," She stepped forward and pulled Emma into her arms, embracing her tightly.

"Who?" Charming's question, which came out in between curious and shocked, answered it self. Emma didn't reply, but her glance to Killian did not escape Charming's notice.

"You!" Charming bellowed, his face beginning to turn red. There were no more words spoken - only a single punch, thrown from Charming's now-infamous right hand directly into Killian's face. Emma sighed; she called it.

"Charming!" Snow exclaimed, stepping away from Emma, looking at her husband disapprovingly. Killian rubbed his jaw from his place on the floor, still managing to look self-satisfied with what had occurred. Charming exhaled and turned away, scratching his head. Turning back, he sighed, and, still glowering, offered Killian a hand up. Killian reluctantly took it, and brushed himself off once standing.

"See love? Nothing to be worried about," Killian remarked, kissing the side of her head when she gave him an exasperated yet affectionate look.

Snow pulled her daughter into another hug and murmured. "He's right. There's nothing to be worried about." She pulled back, tucking a strand of Emma's hair behind her ear. "You're not alone, Emma, and you can do this." She denounced the insecurities Emma had been harboring. "Your family is here for you, and so is Killian, and we're not going anywhere."

"That's right," Charming reiterated his wife's statement. "We're not going anywhere. And neither is Killian," Though he was smiling, the tone of his second sentence changed to something slightly more threatening; he laid a firm hand on Killians shoulder, gripping it tightly.

Emma laughed, her relief apparent on her face. She hugged her mother tightly, feeling all the tension leave her body, a few tears of relief and joy escaping her eyes.

"Now, how about some cocoa?" Emma nodded emphatically, letting her mother lead her to the kitchen table.

The door opening alerted the women that the men were stepping out, though Killian did not appear willing to leave.

"Killian and I are going to take a walk," Charming said, radiating serenity, guiding Killian out the door. Killian peered over Charming's shoulder as his back turned, shaking his head emphatically, his eyes pleading for rescue. Emma shrugged and sipped her coca, mouthing 'You asked for it.' with a smile.

When the door clicked shut behind them, both women burst into giggles. After their laughter had subsided, Snow took a short breath and raised an eyebrow.

"A pirate, Emma? Can't you do anything conventionally?" She teased, smiling.

"Because your fairytale was so conventional?" Emma asked, eyeing her mother knowingly.

"Fair point," Snow acquiesced. "But, Emma, you know that you don't have to be with him just because you're pregnant. You can still turn back,"

Emma knew that her mother was only trying to tell her she had options, to remind her that she had options. But when she thought about the options, she could only help but wrinkle her nose. She chuckled a little, as the realization hit her. As her chuckle escalated into a laugh, her mother raised both eyebrows.

"It's true, Emma. You have options!"

Emma swallowed slightly, her mind still reeling from the epiphany. She shook her head, still laughing a little. "No, I don't." She bit her lip, smiling. "I love him. There's no turning back now."

Seven months later, Emma gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Charlotte Mary-Margaret Swan Jones (affectionately called "Charlie" by her close friends and family). The child was a beautiful combination of her parents - her mother's sunkissed hair, her father's stormy grey-blue eyes, and, as remarked by many, a frightening surplus of their combined intelligence and charm.

Henry, naturally, was taken with her the moment she was born, and stepped into the role of over-protective big brother as readily as he had stolen his grandmother's credit card and showed up on his birth mother's doorstep. Charlotte was succeeded by two younger brothers, rambunctious twins who got into more trouble than Killian or Emma could keep up with.

Snow and Charming themselves were blessed with two more children over the years, only a few years apart from Charlotte and the twins - keeping them just as busy as they had ever wanted to be. They weren't perfect, but they were family, and they were together - and that was all that really matter in the end.

And, they all live happily ever after.

The End.