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- Emma's point of view -
"You have to tell him." Mary Margaret repeated for the third time.
"I know." I sighed, sinking my head into my hands. It was Monday and Henry and Phoebe were both at school. I crossed my fingers that Phoebe was better at keeping secrets than her grandmother, because I would rather tell Henry about my pregnancy myself.
It was beginning to feel real. I had been pregnant twice before, but this time it took me longer to come to terms with. I knew Killian would probably be thrilled with the news of another baby, but I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. I feared that Phoebe would think she was being replaced quickly, even though she knew I didn't intend on getting pregnant. There was something else that felt wrong, too, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.
"You're going to go to the sheriff station to tell David, then go to the docks to tell Killian, then pick Henry up from school and tell him." Mary Margaret told me.
"You're controlling." I accused my mother.
"You mean I'm organised." Mary Margaret corrected me.
"Whatever." I took one last sip of the hot cocoa my mom had made earlier before heading out for the door.
Before I had time to process what I was doing, I had parked outside of mine and David's office. I sat in the car for a few moments, but decided that the longer I stayed in the car, the less likely I was to go and do what I had to do. I was a worrier. It ran in the family.
"Hey." I hung in the doorway of the office.
"Hello, Emma." My father smiled, looking up from his computer's screen.
"I need to talk to you about something." I gulped as I dragged a misplaced chair to where David was sitting.
"I'm listening." David leant back in his desk seat. He waited for me to talk.
"You know how babies are cute?" I realised in the moment I had put no thought into how i'd tell him.
"Emma, you tried to give me an elaborate introduction last time you got pregnant. Get to the point." David smiled.
"How did you know?" I wa suprised.
"You and your mom aren't very subtle. Plus, we have thin walls." David explained. "Listening to your Mary Margaret sing 'you're going to be an uncle again'' to your little brother gave me a clue."
"He can't walk, yet he's an uncle to two teenagers." I smiled, looking down.
"It'll be okay." David said, sensing my melancholy feeling. "Whatever's not feeling right will clear up."
"You can read people like a book." I looked up.
"Like a Storybrooke, some may say." David grinned, almost laughing at his own joke. Cringey Dad jokes were always able to lighten my mood.
"This was easier than I expected," I admitted. " and I'm not in the mood for a long heart-to-heart, so I'm going to go." I put the chair back where I found it and headed towards the stairs.
"Wait!" David called, causing my to turn.
"Yeah?" I said with my eyebrows furrowed.
"Smile!" David grinned. There were certain things that both my parents had in common, and one was being the most optimistic people on the face of the earth.
I gave him a cheesy grin, but my resting bitch face was back long before I reached my car.
While I drove closer to the sea I tried to think of an less blunt way to tell Killian I was pregnant than just showing him my pregnant test. That's what I had done when I found out I was pregnant with Phoebe, only he had no idea what a pregnancy test was back then. I had to explain how pregnancy tests worked, which took some of the excitement out of the news.
"Emma!" Killian called as he saw me approaching from his seat on the deck. I had parked the car nearby and was currently walking towards the Jolly Roger.
"Hey." I greeted Killian, even though there was no chance he could hear me from how far he was. I waved.
"So, what brings you here?" The pirate asked, holding my hand to help me climb aboard his ship.
"I need to tell you something." I told him, looking down at my black boots to avoid eye contact. Killian was very perceptive, so automatically knew something wasn't right from my body language.
"What was it you needed to tell me?" Killian asked once he had say me down in his chair.
"You might want to grab another chair for this." I warned him.
"I'll sit on the floor. I'm usually patient, but if there's news I want it." Killian said, crouching down. Seeing a leather-wearing pirate say cross legged on the floor was an entertaining sight.
"I can't take you seriously like that. Please get a chair or something." I sighed to try and hide the smile that was creeping into my face.
"As you wish." Killian returned less than minute later carrying wooden stool. He then put it down next to me and took a seat. He was leaning forward a little so that his elbows rested on his thighs.
"You know how a lot of things in our relationship have been unplanned, but still managed to go well?" I began.
"Aye." Killian acknowledged me and hinted for me to continue.
"Well, there may or may not be something, or someone else coming to change everything again." I felt around my red leather jacket pocket for the pink and white stick. "Look." I showed the positive pregnancy test to Killian. He looked confused for a moment before obviously realising what was going on.
"Emma?" Killian asked uneasily. "Does this mean?"
"Yes." I confirmed.
Without warning, Killian leant in and kissed my lips. "Everything will be okay. I promise."
I somehow believed every word Killian said, despite the fact he had no power over our fate. I still had the uneasy feeling that something wasn't right nagging at me, but I chose to ignore that. I took a trick out of my parents' book and chose to see the good in the situation. I was extending my already amazing family with the man I loved. Nothing else mattered at that point.
"Can I come home?" Killian asked hopefully.
"I suppose." I smiled. He knew I was being sarcastic. Even if he didn't know me better than I knew myself, the happiness and excitement in my eyes would has given me away.
"I've missed waking up to my wife and my children." I smiled, knowing that Killian loved Henry as his own.
"I don't think we've discussed what an amazing young woman Phoebe had grown into." I mentioned.
"She's a lot like you, so there was no doubt of her being amazing." Killian said.
"She's a lot like you too, and you're not too bad yourself." I smirked.
Killian and I talked about our family until it was time for me to go and meet Henry from school. I was more nervous to break the news to Henry. I had feared that he would feel replaced when Phoebe was born, which he didn't, but the new baby would share a father with Phoebe. I had noticed Phoebe and Henry developing a close bond very quickly, but I wouldn't want Henry to feel even the slightest bit left out. I was constantly worrying about Henry, even though 99% of the time he didn't need it.
"Hey mom." Henry seemed a little surprised to see me waiting outside of the school gates.
"Do you want to go and get ice cream?" I asked
"Is this a bribe or something?" Henry asked. Nothing got past him.
"Not exactly..." I andwered as we both walked in the direction of the ice cream shop. "I need to talk to you about something, that's all."
"Okay." Henry shrugged.
Henry got chocolate ice cream, which was no surprise. I chose a sweet raspberry flavour, which was slighly more exotic than the strawberry flavoured ice cream I usually bought.
"So, what do you need to talk to me about?" Henry and I were sat on a bench in the street. It was last summer, but was still warm enough to sit outside.
"First, I want you to know that you're an amazing son and I will always love you, no matter what." I procrastinated.
"I know, mom." Henry rolled his eyes, but deep down he appreciated my affection.
"Well, I'm pregnant." I closed my eyes, scared to find out what Henry's reaction would be to my very blunt announcement.
"You can open my eyes, I haven't exploded." The sarcastic adults in Henry's life were rubbing off on him.
"Tell me what you're thinking." I ordered in the most non-demanding way possible.
"I didn't realise you and Killian were..you know...back together." There was an awkward moment.
"Well he's coming home, if that's okay." I told my son.
"Of course that's okay." Henry laughed, half mocking me. "It's his home too." Henry and Killian's relationship never failed to make me smile. I shouldn't do it, but listening into their conversations is one of the cutest things a woman can hear.
Henry and I carried on talking while we finished our ice cream cones. Partway through, we were interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow, as a family?" Killian asked.
"Of course!" I smiled, although Killian couldn't see my face. He knew I was smiling, though. And I knew he was, too.