↬Chapter Sixty Three-The Jolly Roger↬

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Between having Camilla back, finding out that he was to be a father, and having Camilla not being able to remember him, he'd say that he was having difficulty comprehending and processing all of it. When Camilla broke down about Neal's death and saying that she failed, there was something within him that broke completely. He tried to be there to comfort her as best as he could, but the voice in the back of his head was telling him that if Zelena got her hands on her again, that she will kill her. He didn't want Zelena to kill her. He didn't want to lose Camilla once again—he couldn't go through that pain.

He spoke of a promise to Camilla, that he would do everything within his power to make sure that she was safe. He promised her that if she still doesn't remember him after a certain amount of time, he will let her go if that's what she wants—and even though that pained him to say, he would rather her make that choice than to hurt the pair of them in the process. He also promised her that he would do anything that she asked of him, anything that was for her protection or anything else that she wanted.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, it was rather an awkward position for them to be in though for once in however long, the pair of them finally got a good night's sleep. It was odd just how comforting one person could be and how much better a night's sleep could be knowing that the person that they were with was there to protect them. Of course, the pair knew that they didn't need the protection of the other, it was still comforting to know what security meant.

By the time that they woke—though it was Camilla who woke up first with the urge to throw up and did with Peter wanting to comfort her but unsure how to—the pair made their way down the stairs. Camilla was hesitant to come down to see everyone, but she managed to find comfort within Peter, once again, to make her way downstairs.

She took notice on how everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her as if they were surprised that she was even there. Though Camilla didn't blame them at all, she did break into the apartment only to be found by Peter, a part of her would have thought that Peter would have told people that she was here just so that they were aware as to where she was. The woman with the blonde hair—Emma gave her this look of sympathy which she presumed was because of her brother.

Peter cleared his throat. "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yeah—yeah, there's food in the fridge, I. . .ugh. . .didn't expect. . ." the blond guy—David—trailed off. He looked just as shocked as everyone else. It made Camilla feel a bit awkward as if she disturbed something that was private, it made her just wanna go back upstairs where she can just overthink just about anything and everything.

Camilla looked down at her feet, playing with her hands for a moment. She didn't know what to do with herself, knowing that everyone's eyes were on her just because she found herself here after she ran away from Zelena. There was a small part of her which feared that they might throw her out because of any trouble that she might bring, though the voice in the back of her head told her that she could trust everyone in the room—that she could trust, Emma, David, Snow, and the two boys that seemed close with Peter.

"Sorry," Camilla found herself saying by the time that Peter detached himself from Camilla's side. She noticed how Emma and David were kneeling down on the floor with pieces of wood in their hand, it looked as if they were trying to build something. The two boys that had been with Peter— Devin and Baz—were also helping them. "About coming in here without you all knowing, that is. And for everything that's happened."

Snow rose to her feet then which made Camilla feel bad considering that she was further along with her pregnancy than, Snow walked towards her with her arms open slightly which was enough for Camilla to try and find comfort within Snow's arms. Which she did, oddly enough, though what was stranger was the fact that she—Camilla—had to try and force down her tears, she wasn't sure if it was because she was in a place that was comforting in an odd way or the fact that she still wasn't over her brother's death.

Snow rubbed her back. "You're home now, you're safe." She pulled away, her hands wrapped around Camilla's biceps. "I'm glad that you're home with us, Camilla, it's a pleasure to have you back. You don't have to apologise for anything." She smiled in a way that made a small part of Camilla miss it.

Camilla tilted her head then and looked away as if to distract herself largely from the fact that she wanted to cry. "Thank you." She looked down again. "Sorry, I don't remember anyone though I know that I can trust you."

Emma rose to her feet then. "You remembered Neal, though? Baelfire? Your brother?"

Camilla hesitantly nodded then. "Yes. I. . .ugh, have this added curse on me," she knew that she had to explain it to them, so the quicker that she did, the better, right? Unless they yell at her. "While you remember everything about your relations with people and who everyone is—aside from Zelena—you, of course, don't remember the year. I. . .I don't remember the year, like the rest of you, but Zelena done something else to me, she blocked my memories further and only when she wants something will I remember information about the person."

"What are you saying?" David asked, giving her a look.

Camilla sighed. Peter took over from the toaster. "What Camilla means is that she's forgotten who we all are, our relationships with her, our shared memories with her—all of it she doesn't know." He buttered the toast almost a little aggressive during his explanation. "Until, Zelena—the one who placed the curse on her—wants to know something about us, like our strengths, weaknesses, where to strike. Zelena has been using Camilla to her advantage to get to know everything that there is about us while Camilla didn't have a choice but comply."

There was a silence long enough that it made both Camilla and Snow sit down at the table. Camilla was playing with the hem of her shirt, she didn't want to look at any of them, though even still, she added; "When I saw my brother in the woods, dying, a part of that curse broke, allowing my memories of my brother to come back to me. So, yes, I remembered my brother. He is the only one that I can remember at the moment, and it hurts. Do memories have to hurt in the way that they do?"

No one answered her. The room was silent even with Peter's attempt of cooking at the stove. A part of her wanted to take over though she knew that Peter wouldn't allow her to help, given everything that was going on. And as much as she wanted to take control over all that was going on, she didn't have the energy to move much. She wasn't sure if it was because of everything that she went through or because of Zelena and everything that has happened since. She supposed that no one would let her do anything because of her death—which, yes she was told about during the times that Zelena threatened her.

She heard someone come up to her which made her look up. It was the little boy who called her 'mom.' Baz. He gave her a massive smile which warmed her heart in an odd way, though the one thing that she took notice of was the way that he clearly wanted a hug though was hesitant in doing so.

So, she opened an arm out to which he excitingly welcomed as he cuddled her then. "I'm glad that you're home. I'm glad that we found you."

All of this felt like too much of an emotional attack on her, though she couldn't tell if it was because of the pregnancy or not which was why she felt the need to cry or not. She wanted to say that she was glad to be back, though at the moment she was just glad to be somewhere safe, she was lucky that she was around people that seemed to actually care for her. She was glad that she was around people that would protect her.

"I. . .I suppose I'm glad to be back somewhere safe," Camilla said. She tried to force a smile on her face when Baz pulled away.

At that, Peter came over with a plate full of food, from eggs, sausages, toast, bacon, and a side of toast. He went back to the kitchen and brought back a cup of warm tea. It was as if Peter bringing her food was a que for Snow, Emma, David, and the two boys to go back to working on what they were before Camilla and Peter came downstairs.

She looked at the food as her stomach growled, though she then looked up at Peter who was looking into a box of what looked to be ingredients to potions or something else, Camilla wasn't sure. She cleared her throat slightly then. "I'm sorry to ask, but you didn't put anything in this did you? Like some kind of poison or something?"

Camilla didn't know why she needed to ask but she felt like that she needed to. She supposed that there was a part of her which worried just in case Zelena managed to find a way to do what she wanted—to kill her. And Camilla didn't want to die. . .again. So, she thought that by asking it would bring her some form of comfort.

Peter turned his gaze to Camilla then, a genuine confused look on his face at the question, though he then shook his head. "No. It's not. I promise you that I wouldn't hurt you and I intend to make sure that you being safe happens."

Camilla nodded then. "Okay."

Between her eating what Peter made her and realising that Peter would not be moving from her side much, she managed to make her way to the kitchen after finishing up her food and cup of tea. Peter—not wanting to leave her side—followed her into the kitchen and told her that he'd wash up after her for which she thanked him.

She wasn't an idiot when she noticed the slight pained look in his face when he went to lean in, and Camilla moved away. It was enough to make her realise that they were lovers before all of this shit happened which explained just about enough to her about as to why Peter was so in need to keep an eye out for her.

A part of Camilla wanted to ask him about their relationship beforehand but given the small frown on his face after she pulled away from his attempted kiss, she thought it best not to. So, instead, she resorted into leaning her head against his shoulder which moved ever so slight while he washed up, she felt the way that he tensed a little against her touch and then relax.

". . .we haven't seen Zelena or Gold at all," Snow was saying. It was the sound of their names which caught Camilla's full attention despite her head resting against Peter's shoulder. "Shouldn't we be focusing on her next move?"

Camilla was going to say something then, but she refused to open her mouth as if she already said too much about what she's already done.

"We are," Emma responded to her mother. "We just can't stop living."

"Yeah," David agreed. "And this crib is a statement. We're not going to lose another baby."

It's not just your baby that's at risk, Camilla wanted to say, but chose not to. She didn't want to add anything unnecessary to an already worried mother.

What made her jump was the sound of the door closing behind someone. Camilla moved her head then to see how Regina—the only thing that Camilla could remember about her was the fact that she was Zelena's half-sister. "And thanks to me, you won't." Regina walked over to the case that Peter was looking in earlier. "I'm finished."

If Regina took notice of Camilla being here, she didn't notice it at all, which she didn't mind. She really didn't want to explain all of which Zelena did to her again. She probably would, but for the moment she really lacked the energy.

"So," David began as he stood up from where he crouched. Both he and Emma were working on the crib between the present and their conversation earlier. "Did it work? Were you able to put up a new protection spell?"

"One that can't be undone by blood magic." Regina stated. "Which means Zelena won't be able to put her hands on that baby."

"Okay, but that leads to my question, Regina," Peter spoke up then. Camilla hadn't noticed how Peter was finished doing the dishes and had moved to lean against the island that Camilla was against.

Regina turned to face Peter then and it was only then that Regina looked generally surprised to see Camilla standing there. Regina tilted her head then as if she were about to ask as to how Camilla could be here within Snow's apartment, but she didn't. A smile crept onto Regina's face happy to see that Camilla was here of all places.

"What's that?" Regina asked. She kept smiling towards Camilla which the former huntress was getting a little uncomfortable with.

"Zelena wants not only Snow and David's child but ours as a back-up," Peter pointed out, "that and the fact that Zelena threatened to kill Camilla again, this time without the ability to bring her back like the last time that I did. We not only have to consider the safety of your baby's safety—no offense to either of you, Snow, David—but this is the thing that's concerning me."

Regina sighed then as if she forgot—or well, didn't expect—all about this. "We'll have to make sure to keep the protection spell up to protect all parties. I don't want Zelena to get her hands on anyone's baby."

"Any idea why she would want to?" Snow asked before anyone could cut in.

"The number of spells involving baby parts would surprise you." Regina stated. Peter pulled a face at that then though nodded. "That greeny is clearly one twisted witch. But as long as we're in here, we're safe."

"That's useless," Emma said from where she was sat. Which was from the floor. "I think we need to stop playing defence and start taking the fight to her."

Camilla turned to Peter then, mumbling a question to him; "Can't we just collect all the spells that have baby parts in them then get rid of all the spells that don't include a representation of courage?"

He looked as if he was considering it then for a moment, though he then nodded. "Something that we can do while we stay here," he whispered back.

"Did you not see how I barely outwitted her yesterday?" Regina asked, mainly directed towards Emma. "She has magic. Powerful magic."

There was something within Camilla which wondered what would happen if both Regina and Emma fought against one another. She wasn't sure as to why she wondered that, but there was just something fun about that idea.

"I have magic too," Emma stated. "You've seen me use it. I just can't always control it. But if we teamed up. . .If you taught me. . ."

Camilla wanted to say something sarcastic here, though she knew that her comment wouldn't be welcome no matter how tempting it was.

"Now, why does this feel so familiar?" Regina asked, rather sarcastic.

"I'm ready this time."

Regina laughed at that then which voiced everything that Camilla felt having to listen to the conversation. "Okay. But if we do this, we do this my way. This isn't drinking stale coffee at a stakeout or whatever you did as a bail bondsperson." She then placed her hand on the box of pressingly potion stuff. "This is a way of life. You have to fully commit to it."

"Not a problem," Emma told.

Camilla wondered if she ever asked anyone to teach her magic. She knew that her father was Gold, and of course Gold had magic, which made her wonder if she did have magic in her system to practice. It made her wonder if she needed to if she were to have a child, she knew that she had Peter who does have magic, but she was afraid that her daggers, swords, and arrows wouldn't be enough.

"Meet me in my vault in one hour," Regina told. She picked up her things and left.

Once Regina left, Camilla placed her head on Peter's shoulder once more only this time, Peter was hesitant to place his arm around her waist which lead to Camilla doing it for him. She knew that she didn't know the depth of their relationship, but this was what felt comfortable to her and if Peter was going to be the father of her child, she wants to open up to the possibility of finding out as to why the real version of herself fell for him.

"No complaining," Emma told her parents. "I'm doing this. It's the only way. And yes, I will be careful."

"We know."

"And don't worry, we'll watch Henry when he gets back from the store." David told.

The name Henry seemed oddly familiar to her though she was really uncertain just as a whole. She was hating the fact that she couldn't remember anyone or her connection with everyone.

"Actually, I'm not sure that's the best idea," Emma told.

"Why's that?" Snow asked, confused.

Emma looked between her parents then. "Well, you guys are tired. You need to rest."

"I'm pregnant, I'm not sick with the flu," Snow stated.

Camilla found herself with her arm around Peter. It felt strange that one minute she was holding a dagger to him the night prior to then be standing around hugging him like it was nothing. Though, there was nothing to deny the fact that there was this part of her which was utterly comfortable around him despite everything. She realised that she wasn't really paying attention much to the conversation at hand.

"Yeah, I know, it's just, um. . ." Emma began. "Well, it's. . . 'Cradle cap.' Last time you guys had him, you overwhelmed him with baby tips. He's twelve. He doesn't want to talk about pregnancies. It's not fun."

"Oh, we're fun," Snow defended.

"Well, I'm just saying maybe Henry disagrees," Emma stated.

"No!"

"He'll get there. You gotta remember, he doesn't know who you are," Emma told them.

David seemed to take it as a small attack on him not being fun. "Well, if we're not fun, who is?"

Emma looked as if she didn't know what to say then.

"We're fun!" Devin stated. "We could hang out with Henry, if you'd like, Emma. We can defend Henry if needed to be, plus we're his age, roughly. I'm sure that Henry would rather hang out with people his own age."

"Come," Peter said to her. He moved out of her reach just enough to make her move to follow, they moved to go upstairs, back to her room. It was there that Peter summon every spell book that he could summon to look through any spell that includes baby parts as well as anything to do with courage.

Though it got to a point where all that Camilla did was shove some of the books off the bed just so that she could lay down properly. She knew that this was important, but she lacked the energy to do as such. She wanted to help but at the same time she knew that she just wanted rest and a lot of food.

"Peter," Camilla said after an hour. He hummed. "This is going to sound like a rather odd request, but do you want to. . .feel the baby or check that this is real and not just something that's made up?"

"Yes," Peter said, there was a small laugh in his voice. "If you're comfortable with me touching your stomach, that is."

Camilla nodded. "I am comfortable."

He shuffled towards Camilla as she moved to sit up in a more comfortable position. She watched as Peter hesitantly put his hand out as if he were afraid to touch her or something and it wasn't until Camilla guided his hand to do as such. His touch on her stomach was weird at first though what was weirder was feeling the warmth of his powers.

After a moment, Peter let out a small laugh with a massive smile on his face. His entire face was beaming with happiness that it warmed Camilla's heart. "It's real! We're going to be parents!" He then hugged her in a way that made her jump though she was fine with it, she didn't judge, especially hearing what Camilla thought to be a small sob, though she wasn't sure if it was from her or from him.

"We're going to be parents," Camilla repeated in nothing but a whisper.

They abandoned everything that they was going to do and spent the time between then and nigh fall excited over the fact that they were going to be parents. As much as she was scared for her life when it came to what Zelena would do if she ever got her hands on both her and her fetus again, she was excited—more excited than she could remember being—about the fact that she's having an opportunity to have something that she didn't think that she would get.

Of course, there must have been chances that she could have had a family before all of this, but to know that she had a support system with Peter and probably everyone else that lived under this apartment roof helped to calm the worry that was in the back of her mind. She was glad that she had this, though the only disappointment was the fact that her brother wouldn't meet her child when the time comes.

"What were we before all of this?" Camilla asked trying to distract herself.

Peter very clearly tensed, she could feel it in his arms. "Uhm, well," he started slowly, he cleared his throat, "we used to date."

Oh. Oh. She was right. She was actually right. It was clearer—or at least more clear—that they had dated prior to all of this, she knew that death was what split them apart and the fact that when Peter did bring her back, their reunion was cut short when Zelena came to collect her along with a newly resurrected Rumple. Even if she couldn't remember, she was glad that it was Peter that she fell for, she was glad that it was him that she loved.

And she wanted to remember the feelings that she once felt for him, though she was sure that the feelings that she once felt for him before all of this was coming back. As scary as it was to know that she was falling for a guy that she couldn't remember properly, it felt quite alright and familiar to know that the feelings were coming back. She could feel how her feelings for him was coming back with how her heart seemed full when she was around him, with how she felt this endless peace in his presence, with how she longed for his touch and his hold on her, with how easy everything was.

She was glad that this was the person that she was in love with, and she just hoped that there was a chance that they could be like that again. She hoped that she could get this curse off of her—both curses. She wanted both off her, she wanted to be able to remember the year that she forgot but she also wanted to remember her connections and everything to do with the people that she knows. She wasn't sure on how longer she could deal with any of this anymore.

"Oh," Camilla mumbled. "I. . .I suppose me being in the situation that I'm in makes it harder for you to—you know—process and such?"

"Yeah, it does, actually," Peter said, though Camilla could tell that he was hesitant in answering. "But, and as much as I'm trying, I understand that it's hard for you as well. To have so many people around you know everything about you, and you don't even remember anything to do with them other than something familiar."

There was a part of Camilla that felt bad for him knowing the fact that it was because of her that it was making everything harder for him and as much as she knew that this was something out of her control, she couldn't help it at all. Though even if Peter understood what it must be like for her, she still couldn't help but feel like that if she hadn't have died then she wouldn't be in this position—and neither would he.

She shrugged then. "I try not to think much about it, though I've been locked in Zelena's farmhouse since the curse struck so I haven't exactly been around everyone in town much. And I suppose that knowing that whenever I have shown my face around town, it's been really, really, weird to know that people know my face and everything that I've done—all the people that I've killed, everything. And as much as I know that it's weird it wasn't the thing that I was thinking about much."

"What was you thinking about?"

"Our baby." Camilla found herself smiling at that. "I knew that our baby was a back-up option for Zelena and whatever spell she wants to do, but I couldn't help to think about what our child would be like once they're born. Whether it would be a boy or girl, what they'll be like while they grow up, watching them as they grow into their own person." She swallowed then. "And then I remind myself the exact person that I am, the fact that I was abused, abandoned by my mother, the fact that I watched her die in front of me, that the only connection that I had with my family was through my brother and now he's dead. I realised that there's a chance that I'm going to be a shit parent and I don't want my child to be raised the same way that I was, it's unfair for my—our—child to be raised the same way I was. I want our child to have parents that love them, to have a place that's safe whether its in a person or place."

Peter moved to sit up, he placed a hand on her cheek to which she realised that she had been crying and Peter was just whipping away the tears. "Hey," he softly said, "I can assure you that our child is going to have the best life that anyone could have. That child is going to be the most spoilt child to exist. And I know that you're worrying about if our child becomes similar to us or that they might go down the same path as us, but I can assure you that they won't. They'll have what we didn't—parents who love them."

There was something comforting about the way that Peter spoke so passionately about what their child was going to have, and it just reminded her just how lucky she was over the fact that this was the person that fathered the child. She felt so lucky to have him in her life, the fact that this was the person that her child would call 'father' meant everything to her. And she hoped that she could be the best mother that this child could have as well.

She was really happy the fact that Peter was the one that she met to have to have this child with. She hoped that she could remember who Peter was before the due date—whenever that might be. She just hoped that she had enough time to prepare about all of it, she could ask Snow about it but at the same time she felt like she would cause another thing for Snow to worry about. She knew that there was so much more going on in their lives at the moment, but she felt safe within the apartment, knowing that Zelena wouldn't get to her.

She opened her mouth to speak then though instead she coughed. Violently. She sat up moving away from Peter as he looked at her confused. She coughed more until her throat was sore, she rose to cover her hand afraid that it was pregnancy sickness, though the thought of it being sickness related to her pregnancy was quickly demolished when blood came out of her mouth. Blood dropped out of her mouth which made her somewhat panic about everything.

"Peter," Camilla whispered, fear clear in her voice. "Peter, I don't. . .I don't know what. . ."

Before she could finish what she was saying, she passed out. Peter over her wondering as to what the fuck was going on. He didn't know what to do or say but the panic that sent throughout his entire body at the sight of the woman that he loved being unconscious on their bed. He called for anyone that was within the apartment, he didn't care. He didn't know what to do.