Killian's Pov

I feel the sunlight on my face. I reach over onto the other side of the bed trying to grab Emma's hand, but all I feel was empty space. I panic for a moment and my eyes snap open. Emma isn't there. We almost always wake up together. I relax when I can hear her faint voice coming from downstairs. I look at her pillow and imagined her golden locks sprawled across the pillow, like it is most mornings. Her eyes closed gently as she slept peacefully, usually I am the early bird. I wonder what caused her to get up so early.

I finally drag myself out of bed and walk down the stairs. Emma is sitting on counter, on the phone, with a cup of hot chocolate in front of her. Ok, I guess no pancakes today. I think, slightly disappointed.

Emma's hair shines in the sun, I catch her glancing over at me. She is on the phone, so she says goodbye to whoever it was and turns to smile at me.

"You're up early. Did you not sleep well?" I walk up to her grabbing her waist.

"I just couldn't sleep, that's all. I guess I'm still not 100 percent better."

"Well this pirate is going to make sure his princess is all better. Who was that, on the phone?"

"Regina, me and her were just talking."

"Ok," I reply.

I kiss her on the cheek and pour myself a glass of hot chocolate.

"How are you feeling today, love? Better than yesterday?"

"A little bit better."

"Well you're not going to work today."

"Killian," she complains, "I'm fine. I am going to go help David at the station."

"Not on my watch. You are going to stay home and get some well deserved rest."

"I'm not dying, Killian."

"No, but my wife is not going to get better if she doesn't put aside her stubbornness and listen to her husband, who she knows is right,,"

I set my cup down and wrap my arms around her waist. Her arms fall loosely around my neck. I get lost in those beautiful, forest green eyes filled with adventure, hope, and love.

"Fine," she succumbs.

"Listen there is something really important I need to talk to you about," her eyes fill with concern.

"What is it, love?" My brows furrowing.

"Well...." she pauses, as if uncertain, "How about we talk about it over dinner from Granny's?"

"Ok," I say still unsure if I was really ok with it.

Does she even trust me? She can tell me anything. I am her husband. She's hiding something, but I know not to push her. Instead of getting mad. I take a deep breath, returning my attention to my wife.

"I am sure you will tell me on your own time," I say, lifting up her chin and planting a small kiss on her lips, "I love Emma, you know that right?"

She nods.

"I love you too," she says, giving me a reassuring smile.

I walk up to our bedroom to get dressed for work. Emma had finally given in and is going to stay home. I throw on my leather jacket. I left the house and walk to the station. I work with Emma and David as a deputy. I love working with Emma and her father. I love each and every new adventure we go on, even if sometimes all I did was grab them hot chocolate and food from Granny's. I worked with my two favorite people and it was the best job. I could just fill in for Emma today. On the walk there all I could think about was Emma and if she trusted me or not. I am sure she will tell me. She just needs some time. She's Emma, and I know her. She just needs some space.

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I had to stay a little later than I wanted to at the station. I pick up Granny's on the way home, knowing that the last thing Emma wanted to do was get out of the house.

I open the front door and leave my keys on the counter.

"Emma, love, I am home."

No answer.

I look around. She is peacefully sleeping on the couch. I put the takeout on the counter and sit on the edge of the couch. I gently run my hand down the side of her face. Her eyes slowly flutter open.

"Killian," she softly whispers.

"How has your day been, love?"

"Quiet. I am feeling much better, now."

"Good because I brought home Granny's"

She slowly sits up. She is about to stand, but I gently push her back down.

"No you stay here I will go get the food."

I return with the food and I set the paper bag and hot chocolates on the coffee table in front of the couch.

We ate in a comfortable silence. I run my fingers through her hair. She lays her head on my chest. Our fingers are intertwined. My lips rested on the top of her head. I love just holding her like this, but I am still curious about what she wanted to tell me this morning. I am the first to break the silence.

"So what did you want to talk about with me today?"

She tenses up and turns to face me.

" I.... Well...," she stars at the ground and a single tear falls from her beautiful, emerald eyes.

It silently breaks me, seeing her like this. I lift her chin up to my eye level.

"You can tell me anything, you know that?"

She nodds.

"Well... I ..... I'm..... I am...... I am pregnant," she says between sobs.

I am shocked. She could probably tell. My mouth drops and I gasp maybe a little too loudly.

"And I know that ..... If ... If you want to leave me.... I will ... Will understand."

A few more sobs escape her lips. Her eyes go back to looking at the ground or anywhere, but my eyes. And I lift her chin again.

"No, no Emma I would never, I could never leave you or our child... Emma I love you. This is amazing news."

I engulf her in a hug. She cries into my chest to let the last of her cries fall.

"Emma don't ever think like that. I don't care if you tell me I am going to have twelve kids with you, as long as I am with you.... I love you Emma."

"I love you too, Killian."

I kneel down in front of Emma and gently lay my hand on Emma's stomach.

"Hey little one, it is your daddy and I just wanted to say how much I love you. And how happy you make me? Both you and your sometimes all too stubborn mother."

Emma laughs, the remnants of her tears staining her porcelain cheeks.

I return my gaze to Emma. I run the base of my thumb along her cheek, erasing the tears. I just look at her, my beautiful wife.

"What?" She asks confused at my all too long stare.

I press my lips to her. She kisses me back. Our kiss was full of passion and love. We kiss each other until we both run out of air. I gasp for breath.

"Emma have I ever told you how great of a kisser you are?"

"You're not too bad yourself."

She giggles and I kiss her again.

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