A/N: I'm SO sorry for the delay on this fic. College happened and the author of SSTR and I are doing a rather extensive RP of Emma and Hook and my creative genius goes into that while I pretend to do school work. So here is a chapter for you!
"Have you and my mom decided on names yet?" Henry asked as he watched Killian circling his spoon around his bowl of cereal – the pirate was still not thrilled with the foods that were consumed in the mornings, but he was putting a little effort into trying.
"Well lad we've not found out if it's a boy or a girl yet." That had been Emma's answer when he had asked her the very same question. He wasn't sure how it was that they found that out, but clearly there was different sorts of magic in this place. Like microwaves and cars.
"But you've got to have some sort of name you'd like to use!"
Killian furrowed his brows, "I haven't really talked to Emma about naming the bit." He shrugged his shoulders and let his spoon drop against the bowl quietly. "I mean there are names from my family I'd care to see passed on, but it's not a massive issue."
"That's the first time you've mentioned family." Emma's voice broke the silence that had fallen between the two, Killian turned around to watch the blond as she padded barefoot into the kitchen.
"There's not all that much to say about them."
"Were the pirates?" Henry questioned with am excited smile.
The pirate picked up his tea mug and took a long sip, lowering it with a shake of his head. "My father was a blacksmith and my mother… I was young when she died." He'd barely even told Milah that much, telling Emma and her son felt… easy.
"I'm sorry." Emma rested her hands on Killian's shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze as she reached past him for his empty orange juice glass, "You know, I'm still not used to Captain Hook eating breakfast with my son." She quickly steered the conversation away from his family, feeling the tension in his shoulders.
"Get used to it." Killian tilted his head back to look up at her, his eyes falling to her stomach. "Your bump is showing."
"I know." Emma slapped the back of his head and moved to make herself a cup of decaf coffee, cursing the absence of caffeine in her life now. "I've had to find a whole wardrobe that's baggy yet not telling."
"When are we going to tell people?" Henry asked, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. "Because I still really want to tell Grace."
"But then everyone will find out and I'm not ready for that right now." Emma held up her hand as if to silence the subject and she could only laugh at the fact that the motion was so very her mother.
Killian bit down on his bottom lip, giving Emma a sympathetic look as he rose to his feet and cleared his dishes from the table. "You know I'm a whipping boy now, don't you?" He gave her a challenging look as he passed her and sat the dishes in the sink.
"Just you wait." She whispered quietly, before turning her attention back to Henry. "Are you ready for school?"
"Yep!" He jumped up out of his seat, "I'm going to go brush my teeth and get my bookbag." And with that he was out of the kitchen and back in his bedroom.
"You were sleeping peacefully this morning." Killian tilted his head, admiring Emma's still-sleepy expression.
"I slept from like two to six, it was awful." Emma rubbed her face with a heavy sigh, "The cramps are awful at night."
"That's not a bad sign is it?" He reached out and stroked the back of his knuckles over her stomach with a hesitant look.
"I'm fine," Emma covered his hand and smiled. "Better than fine." She started to lean in to kiss him but she heard Henry coming down the hallway and she pulled away, "You ready for school now kid?"
"I'm walking myself today." He said as he headed for the door, "You two have baby names to pick out."
Emma laughed, "Nice try kid, Killian will you?"
"You're not even trying to hide the fact that I live here anymore are you?"
"Everyone knows, it's not that big of a deal." She shrugged, "Besides I'm still in pajamas and his coffee is calling my name." It was actually a huge deal and something she had to deal with on a daily basis. People knew something was going on between her and the pirate captain.
"I figured that one was completely out of the bag now." Killian smirked at her, leaning to press a soft kiss to her cheek. "I'm going to go to the docks, I'll see you when you get off work." He started to step away, biting down on his tongue to keep three little words from coming from his lips. It was far too soon to say those words. Just because he'd heard her whisper them in her sleep did not mean that she felt it too.
And he knew what he felt.
"Were you going to say something?" Emma tilted her head as she watched him walk backwards.
"Not a thing, love." He winked at her before turning his attention to Henry and starting some riveting tale from Neverland.
"You're pregnant."
Emma nearly swallowed her piece of apple pie whole when Ruby leaned over the counter and spoke those words. Shit how did she know?
"What?" She feigned some semblance of innocence, but her face revealed far too much. She used to be much better at this expression hiding game, but ever since the beanstalk… things had been off. "What do you mean?"
"You smell different." Ruby tilted her head and inhaled. "And you smell like rum and spic.. Emma?"
"What?" Emma's eyes were wide, that was pretty much the only word she knew right now. What. Because what the hell? Did her body have to betray her that much? There went her goals of making sure only her parents and her son knew about her being pregnant.
"I should have assumed something was going on, since he's still living with you. I mean he's handsome and all but isn't he… you know?"
Emma rubbed her temples, "Can we not have this discussion in public?"
"Sure thing," Ruby nodded with a smile, "But we are going to talk about this. I'm curious."
"Look," Emma leaned over the counter, keeping her voice low. "It is Killian's kid, we're working this all out right now, I really don't want anyone to know. Do you understand me? Shit could get serious if the wrong people find out." Like Cora or Regina or hell, even Gold. Things would turn sour quickly.
The waitress sighed heavily, nodding her head. "I understand."
"Thank you." Emma's hand instinctively went to her stomach, stroking the very subtle curve concealed by her slightly baggy blouse.
"So.. are you too? You know?" Ruby grinned, pressing her palms against the counter, "You're all smiles lately and I just assumed you were glad to be home but, clearly you're happy for another reason."
Emma sighed, she wasn't getting away from this conversation. "I care for him.." She bit her lip as she toyed with her answer, "It's a serious relationship. We've made this all work… I do care about him."
"That's not just the b-a-b-y talking?" She arched a brow with a smirk, "Because I've heard it said that pregnancy can do that to you."
Emma rolled her eyes, "It's not.. like that." She shook her head, "We've got a rocky history between us and it was sort of… partially my fault for most of this. I made some bad good bad decisions." Emma wasn't even certain she knew what she was trying to get across there. "But, there is something real there between us."
"Speak of the devil." Ruby looked past Emma , smirking as Killian walked through the doors.
Emma turned around, a smile trying to be hidden on her lips. "I thought you were going down to the docks." She questioned quietly as he sat down on the bar stool beside her.
"Well, it started raining." He ran his hand through his wet hair, shivering. "It's frigid down by the docks."
"Don't get sick on me." Emma furrowed her brows, "I can't risk getting sick."
Killian gave her a wary look, his eyes flickering towards Ruby, "I.."
"Don't worry she found out."
"Ah," He gave the waitress a tight lipped smile, "Is the cat out of the bag for real then?"
"No." Emma shook her head ardently, "We're not putting you in harm's way for the hell of it. We've got time."
"Time for what?" Granny questioned as she approached the counter, a knowing look on her face as she looked from Killian to Emma and back.
"I-.." Emma swallowed her words, "We have time for another piece of pie – Killian hasn't tried peach cobbler yet." She forced a smile, seeing nothing in Granny's eyes that tell her that she believed her.
"Sure you want pie." Granny laughed as she teetered off towards the kitchen, "Ruby will you help me?"
"Of course," The leggy brunette turned to follow her grandmother into the kichen.
"She so knows," Killian whispered, leaning close to Emma to do so.
Emma pushed him away with a flirtatious laugh that escaped her lips before she could stop it, "Stop, we're in public."
"I live with you." His brow rose at her, giving her a skeptical expression. "Don't they know we're probably intimate – or at least have been?"
Emma rolled her eyes, "You're frustrating."
"I'm just saying." Killian turned his attention back to the plate of what he assumed was the peach pie that Emma had mentioned. "That looks delicious."
"You did want ice cream, right?" Ruby questioned as she refilled Emma's decaf coffee.
"I suppose." He replied, spooning up a bite of pie with the ice cream.
"Do you like?"
"It's incredible." Killian replied with a hum of contentment. "I've found a new favorite food."
"Every day you find a new favorite food," Emma retorted with a smirk, sipping at her coffee. She glanced up and met Granny's stare, "Yes." She answered the unsaid question, tearing her eyes away from the elder woman.
"Haven't you got enough of your plate?"
Emma pushed her fingers through her hair with a heavy sigh, "It was an accident and we're making it work." She turned to meet Killian's eyes, surprised that he looked hurt. But he didn't let her look long enough, tearing his eyes away from her and continuing to eat his pie in silence.
"I'm going to head back down to the docks." Killian ran his hand over his scruff, sighing heavily. He didn't want to meet Emma's gaze, keeping his eyes down as he stood up. "I'll see you tonight."
"I'll be right back to pay." Emma said to Granny as she followed Killian out of the diner. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Killian kept walking, right up until the point where Emma grabbed him by the elbow and made him stop.
"Doesn't look like nothing."
Killian pulled his arm out of her hold and looked down at her, "Look, Emma, love, it's nothing. Alright?" He didn't meet her eyes, instead staring just past her.
"Killian."
"Fine. You wanted to know what's bothering me? That you make it sound like you've only let me stay because I got you pregnant. That it was such an awful accident – but we're making it work, like some sham of happiness." Killian's eyes flickered up to the sky as he felt rain beginning to fall again.
"I'm not just letting you stay because I'm pregnant." Emma whispered, her voice wavering. They were in public. She couldn't do anything stupid. She shouldn't. It was stupid.
But as thunder cracked overhead, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his.
"I think I'm falling in love with you." Killian said quietly as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes searching hers.
"I.. I am too." She cupped his cheeks and stroked them gently. "I'm sorry I hurt you."
"I think I'll live." He laughed, "We need to get you back inside, I don't want you getting cold and wet."
He hadn't been wrong.