Killian's Pov

Five Weeks Ago In The Enchanted Forest

"This is your castle?" Henry sounds disappointed.

"Well it was before the first curse. It seems to have just weathered down to ruble since then," David sighs, as we all stare up at the castle ruins, "Well we better get looking if we are going to get out of here by nightfall."

I notice David's somber mood.

"Henry, why don't you see if you can find where the nursery is located and maybe find a sword that you can take home as a souvenir," I smirk.

"Cool," Henry runs off into the decaying castle

"You okay, mate?" I ask David.

"Yeah," he sighs again, "I haven't been back here since the first curse. Where Emma was taken away from us. We were supposed to raise her here. She was going to have the life of a princess, not the life of a savior. She has gone through so much and for what, to break a curse. I sometimes wonder if it was worth it, leaving our only child to face a life of loneliness with not a single soul to love her."

"But she's happy now," I reassure David, "She's not lonely and she has plenty of people to care for her."

"But at what cost? Emma had to face 28 years of pain," David runs his hand through his hair.

"Mate. That was a long time ago," I grip his shoulder.

"But what if it wasn't enough to ensure her a happy ending. You have seen what her savior life is like. She doesn't get a break. She is always fighting for hers and everyone else's happiness. She never has time to live that life, the life that everyone else gets to live."

"Dave," I say sternly, "You can't change what is done. Emma is happy and maybe she fights for her happiness everyday, but shouldn't that be what true love is. It isn't just one valued moment or one shared kiss to create true love. It's the rough times you go through that makes the love tougher than the rest. You can only have the good with the bad. I for one would rather take the worst day I could think of for one day with Emma. That's what true love is and true love isn't a happy ending. Hell, it's not even a happy beginning. You told me yourself, it's taking the most of each day. Emma is perfectly okay. You did the right thing with her and you're the reason she's who she is today. Emma needed to conquer the bad for the good. And now she can be happy, even if it's not what was expected to happen."

"Thanks Killian. I just wish I had more time with Emma. I missed everything," his smile slumps.

"You haven't missed everything. Sure you missed the growing up, but you're going to be there when Emma gives birth to our child and you're going to help her every step along the way because both of us know we are going to need the help," I chuckle.

"I guess I should be making the most of my time with Emma, rather than focusing on what I have missed," David smiles at me.

"There's the spirit," I pat him on the back.

"Now how about we do what we came here for and find that crib," David pats me back.

We head into the castle, rummaging through the fallen castle.

"Hey gramps, look what I found," Henry calls, holding up a rusted sword, slashing it through the air.

"Woah, kid, be careful with that. I think that's a perfect way to get tetanus," David holds out his hands to defend himself.

"Killian," a voice like Emma's calls. I ignore it thinking I just imagined it.

"I tell you what I'll help you find a better one. I think the armory is over here somewhere," David takes the sword out of Henry's hand.

"Killian," the voice calls again.

"You coming Killian?" Henry asks, as they walk in the other direction.

"No. I think I'm going to look over here," I say, still dazed, walking towards the voice.

"Killian," I hear it again.

I walk under an arch into a section of the castle that hasn't taken nearly as bad of a blow. The walls are still standing. A green mist trails above the arch and circles around my ankle. I ignore it, my only focus is finding and saving Emma.

"Killian," The worried voice calls faintly, as if it's getting farther away.

I follow the voice. The green mist seeps out from in between the standing bricks, sweeping to the floor like a waterfall.

"Killian. Please help," the voice screams.

I run through the hallway and up a spiral staircase.

"Emma?" I shout.

I enter a room at the top of the staircase. It's falling apart, but the air is so thick with the green fog, that I can't see to the other end. I cough, but keep walking to find her.

"Emma? Where are you?" I call out to her.

Suddenly, the fog dissolves back into the walls and I see Emma across the room, her back turned to me. But it's no longer the castle ruins I'm standing in. It's her old bedroom. Emma's hair dangles across her back, a shredded thin gown placed on her protruding bones, as if she hadn't eaten anything in days.

"Emma," I walk towards her.

"Don't," she stops me.

I give her a confused look as she turns around. Her eyes are sunken in and her hair is a mess. A bloody, infected cut runs from her cheek to her chin. And another one falls across her bare stomach, from her ribcage to her hip.

"Emma what happened to you?" I ask, my stomach sick.

She ignores my question and points to the ground, "Look."

The ground suddenly crumbles underneath me, so that if I took a step closer to her, the floor underneath her would collapse.

"Emma. We are going to get you out of this," I try to reassure her and myself.

She doesn't react. This isn't my Emma. This is a gaunt, dissolved, almost dead version of my Emma.

"Do you trust me?"

She nods, sincerely, tears in her eyes. There's my Emma. I see the glimmer in her eyes that pulls her away from the dead version of herself.

I step as close as I can to her, but make sure to maintain enough distance to stop the ground from crumbling any further.

"Okay. Take slow steps toward me, avoid the breaking spots," I nod, reaching my hand out to her.

She does the same, nervously taking a first step. Pebbles roll, tumbling off the cliff behind her, but she doesn't fall.

"Killian, you have to promise me something first, in case I don't make it," Emma says glancing at the crib.

"Anything. But don't speak like that. You'll make it. We're survivors," I reassure her.

"Our baby," she says.

I turn my head to the crib and hear faint cries from it. A beautiful little child squirms in the sheets.

"Take care of them. No matter what happens to me," she pleads.

"Of course, love. But you need to come here before the rocks fall," I urge her to go faster, agreeing to anything as long as she keeps on walking toward me..

She walks closer to me, as the rocks behind her fall.

"Come on, Swan. Just a little bit farther and maybe a bit faster," I reach my hand out as far as I can.

She takes two more steps, as the stones start to fall faster. I take a step closer, reaching out farther.

"I'm not going to make it Killian," she worries.

"Yes you are. Just two more steps and I got you," I nervously reach for her.

She takes one more step and then another. I touch her fingertips and grab them, trying to catch the rest of her hand, but her foot slips on the falling rocks. She starts falling tumbling off the edge of the cliff, her fingertips sliding through my hand. She screams, flailing about on her way down. A river full of sharp rocks flows beneath her.

"Emma!" I cry, running to the edge of the cliff, watching her plummet into the water.

I am yanked back, roughly and the green mist escapes from the walls and the room returns to the castle ruins it once was as the mist fades. I land uncomfortably on the stone floor.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" David says angrily.

In front of me is an archway that drops steeply and I am only a few feet away from falling to my death.

"I don't know," I say confused and stand up, "I must have just been tired and zoned out accidentally ... I'm apologize."

"You should be, just don't do it again. You nearly walked off a cliff. Come on we found the nursery and the crib," David walks away.

I just stand in shock, looking at the steep drop, watching pebble fall over the edge. It was like I was hallucinating or something, but it felt so real. I shake my head and walk out of the room following David.

Emma's Pov

Six Weeks Later

"Has the baby kicked yet?" Whale asks me.

"No. Not yet. Is that a bad thing?" I ask, worriedly.

"No not at all. Babies tend to start kicking anywhere from 16 to 25 weeks, so you're perfectly fine," Whale pulls the ultrasound monitor from my stomach, "Well your baby looks perfectly fine for 17 weeks along,"

I smile at Killian, who holds me in his arms, watching in awe. After all the appointments, we're basically pros at all the check ups, but Killian still gets excited every time.

"Last thing Mr. and Mrs. Jones is that we can reveal the gender of the child, if you choose to do so, today," Whale says.

"What do you think, Killian?" I ask.

"Whatever your heart desires, love. But it might be nice to know so that we can start picking out a name," Killian suggests.

"Then we'll do it," I nod to Whale.

He puts the monitor back on my stomach, moving the monitor back and forth, across my stomach.

"Ah there we go," he pauses, "And it looks like you're going to have a beautiful baby girl."

I glance at Killian beaming with happiness.

"Well I'll go get those ultrasound copies and give you two a minute," Whale leaves the room.

"We're having a girl?" Killian says in disbelief.

"I guess so," I smile brightly.

I kiss him gently, holding his face in my hands.

"You better be prepared for tea parties and princess galore," I giggle, pulling away.

He smirks, "Not if I can help it. I think she might be more of a pirate type of lass."

I bite my lip. He kisses me again and I can't help but laugh into it.

"What is it?" I ask, pulling away.

"I'm just so bloody happy. It still surprises me," he holds me close.

"I know. Me too," I peck his lips once more.

Whale rushes into the room, snapping us out of our little moment, "Something's happening outside the hospital. People are going crazy and green fog is everywhere."

So...

... I know I haven't updated in forever, but I had no idea how I wanted this chapter to go. I finally figured it out and here it is.

They're having a girl. Yay! But you know, now we have a problem. Typical Storybrooke.

Anyways, hope you liked it. Feel free to comment anything and everything. I'd love to hear you're theories and ideas.

Have an awesome day!!

-pinacolada07