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When You Need Me, I’ll Be There

Soooo it’s been a while but I have a fic.

PROMPT: Emma goes to a high school reunion with Killian where he finds out Emma had been bullied quite severely so they go to face it together.

The link is https://archiveofourown.org/works/10923549 if you would like to read it on AO3 and I’ll post it just under this.

I don't own anything, I do not own the cast, characters and/ or the plot of the show, that all belongs to ABC and Adam and Eddie; I am just a faithful watcher. I was also deeply saddened to hear of Emilie, Jen, Josh, Ginny, Jared and Bex's departures from the show, but I think they're going to create something great and I do love Colin so much so I'm very glad he's staying. I also adore Andrew West; ever since he was on The Walking Dead I have loved him so I'm very excited to see how he and little Alison will do.

But, as always Captain Swan will always be remembered for me and I hope that the show lets them keep their very deserved happy ending.

When you need me I'll be there

3rd Person

Emma huffs softly at the sight of herself in the hotel mirror.

The knee length black dress that she had brought for the occasion she was going to clung to her in all the wrong ways, and the heels she wore to match made her feet ache in ways she couldn't have imagined. However, this wasn't about her-

(Okay, maybe it was just a little bit.)

-This was about changing opinions, making everyone see her as she is now.

Killian is lying on their hotel bed, playing with his phone, his hook in his overnight bag while his fake hand is in its place. He doesn't enjoy being in New York, not since his last journey's there. However, two months ago when his wife had approached him with puppy dog eyes and the promise that she'd finally clean the storage cupboard with him was too impossible to deny.

Apparently, she has one of those 'school reunion' things or so she said and despite the fact that everything about her demeanor at the time had screamed that she didn't want to go to it, she'd begged him to. That's something he didn't understand.

However, after a quick chat with his mother and father in law, he was informed that his lovely wife wanted to show off. He knew that Emma didn't have much as a child, so he didn't mention the fact he knew she wanted everyone to be jealous of her now quite-spiffing life.

Hearing Emma groan again makes him sit up, quirking an eyebrow at the sight of her. She looks beautiful, as she always has and always will to him, but she also looks very uncomfortable and quite put out. "You alright, love?" He queries softly.

Emma glares a little at him, crossing her arms. "You." She bites out, before gesturing at her abdomen, where the dress clung to her tiny bump, evidence of their true love sitting proudly inside her. "Did this, do you see?"

"That you're pregnant, yes, Swan, I do see." He stands, walking to her slowly like a hunter who doesn't want to spook a deer. "Is that bad?"

Emma pouts, laying her hand on her slightly protruding stomach, turning so that he can see that the zip of her dress is half way up. "My dress doesn't fit anymore, my feet hurt and I couldn't be any more obviously pregnant." She states simply and Killian pulls her into his arms gently.

"I think you look beautiful and there are quite literally seven dresses for you to choose from, love. Two of them being maternity dresses." He reminds her and Emma pouts.

His wife is reluctant to making the switch to maternity clothing as she claims it means she'll be officially in the 'whale stage' of her pregnancy and she doesn't want that, although their little one seems to have different ideas as she's only three months along and her bump was bigger than usual.

"But this one makes me look good." Emma shrugs, glancing into his eyes. "Get the stupid red one." She sighs and he grabs it for her, passing it to his wife gently. "It's not as sexy, but I suppose it'll do."

He kisses her gently, stroking her jaw. "Oi, you're very sexy, besides, you're my wife, and I don't think I want to fight those men for you." He jokes, pressing a kiss to her cheek before sauntering off back to the bed.

"Just pull out your hook, that'll scare them off." She smiles softly before getting changed.

Emma had ended up choosing the red dress, mainly because it was one of the only ones that fit and it didn't make her look like she was wearing a bin bag like she thought the gray one did. Since the pain in her feet became quickly unbearable within ten minutes, she was now in a pair of flats, so she was in quite the sour mood when they walked into her old school building.

At first, she had pointed out her old locker, noticing it still had the tiny E she had carved with a penknife as a grumpy teen, then her old gym room where she'd constantly truant lessons and watch them from a hidden corner while laughing.

However, as lovely as it was that she was telling him these stories, Killian never heard a friends name in them, not one. "Swan, as much as I love this, what did you and your friends do around here?" He asks curiously and Emma just looks ahead of her.

With a shrug, Emma chews her bottom lip. "Nothing much, messed around, stupid stuff as friends do, but anyway, I used to hang out of that window and climb down onto the roof and then I could break out of school." She explains and Killian stops, leaning on a locker with a small but knowing frown.

"You didn't have any, did you, love?" He asks softly and she shakes her head, looking away. "You hate this place… yet you're telling me stories and it doesn't sound awful-"

"It is when you have to break out of school just because of people bullying you." She states harshly, going to sit on a bench nearby, glancing at the hall in which they're supposed to be in. "I was the new, weird, kid with glasses who was too skinny."

With a sigh, Killian goes to sit next to her. "Swan…I'm sorry." He whispers. "I know what it's like to get picked on."

She nods slowly, he's told her about how the kids at school would beat him up just for the hell of it until his father took them away and sold them into slavery where he was bullied every day no matter what, having no safe haven.

"It just sucks being back here," Emma states, biting her lip. "I came here and joined all these clubs, I made the hockey team and I did cross country, I was a really big athlete." She sighs. "But then kids picked on me for my hand me down clothes at cross country so I quit, and when I made Captain in hockey they all hated me, one girl even hit me in the eye with a puck, so I quit that." Emma looks away. "I was the kid that loved English, I loved learning, and I even liked Science."

"What made you stop?" He asks curiously.

"The boys picked on me, called me names, the girls were just as bad, if not worse. One of them even pretended to be my friend, learned all my secrets, but one night we had a sleepover and she put gum in my hair so I had to have it cut off, which meant I was then made fun of even more." Emma tells him, looking away with a sigh.

"That's not it though…" Killian whispers, he knows her, something else happened.

"She then told the entire school my secrets, including this guy I had a crush on, who then told me he liked me, but it was all just a ruse because he got me to send…photos that I shouldn't have."

Killian's eyes widen a little. "Oh…"

"He then showed them to everyone but said he didn't mean to and I was so stupid I believed him, but then he lifted up my skirt in the hall and everyone called me a slut, whore, anything you can think of really." Emma blinks away tears, sniffling as he pulls her close, wanting to kill whoever did that to her.

"Swan…I can't believe someone would do that to you." He whispers, hiding the anger from his tone as he strokes her back slowly, letting her cry into his chest a little. "Why the hell would you come back here?"

She buries her face into his chest a little before sighing and looking up at him, letting him wipe away her tears with his thumb. "To show them I'm not that girl anymore." She admits, stroking his chest, relieved (not for the first time) that his chest hair pokes out from his shirt and ever-so-gentleman-looking waistcoat.

"Of course you're not that girl, you never were, and you're not any of the things those idiots said to you, Swan. Nor will you ever be."

She hesitates, just like every time, calling herself Jones as she knows she'll always stay being his Swan. "I just want them to see that I'm a completely different Emma. I'm married to the love of my life, we have our Henry and I know my parents and I'm pregnant. I want them to know I do have it all. I have the house and the family, the children. "

The small smile he offers is enough to make her swoon but she continues.

"I have the perfect husband, the perfect son, perfect home, we even have the freaking dog and white picket fence!"

With a chuckle, Killian nods, kissing her gently, nuzzling her nose before pulling away. "Then lets us go show them, love. I'm more than happy to show off Emma Jones and kick that man's arse." He states, before thinking. "But is he a big guy cause it's been a few years and I might need my hook?" He jokes.

"Shut up." She giggles, kissing him again.

Walking into the hall, hand in hand like usual, Emma feels slightly lighter after sharing her secrets with him, as she always does. They walk up to the table with all the name tags on it, searching for hers quickly but can't find it so she asks one of the ladies at the table. "Hi, sorry but I can't seem to find my name, I did say I was coming."

The women, who Emma recognizes immediately, quickly look at her. "And you are?" They ask, so Emma sighs.

"Emma Jones, but I used to be Emma Swan." She explains, keeping her calm, despite being offended they don't remember her. "I remember emailing back, but apparently it must not have sent or whatever but-"

"Oh my god, wait! Emma Swan?" One of them asks, smirking softly, leaning back in her chair. "You actually came?" When Emma nods, she laughs chirpily. "Wow…now that does surprise me considering how you used to be, very flighty, I wouldn't have expected you'd come back to, what was it you said to me once, the armpit of the US?"

With a cough, Emma leans on her husband's side gently. "Well, uh, I'm here, so…do I have a nametag or not?" She offers her a smile and the woman takes a nametag with Emma Swan written on it.

"Sorry, forgot you were married." She states, smirking softly as she passes it to the blonde, who just steals her pen and crosses out Swan to write Jones instead.

"Sorry." She points at the woman's ringless finger. "Forgot you were still single." She throws her pen back at her before taking Killian's hand and walking around the hall, breathing slowly. "God I hated her in high school, although it's nice to see she's had no changes."

"Except for the bleach blonde hair?" Killian glances at the woman and Emma nods, giggling softly. "Looks rather like a rats den, if you ask me."

With a hum, Emma links her arm with her husbands just as someone knocks into her, making her free hand fly to her small bump carefully. "Hey, watch-" She pauses when she looks up to see the man who crashed into her. "It." She finishes, glaring.

In front of her stood the reason she always ran away, the reason she skipped school and didn't get the grades she wanted since she was never there. "Chris Myers," Emma mumbled, her grip on her husband tightening a little.

To his credit, the man actually remembers who she is without looking at the name tag. "Emma Swan, uh, hi?" He offers her a hand but she just glares at him so he takes it back, wrinkling his nose. "Well, you're just as I remember, well… not exactly as I remember." He gives her a wink that makes her skin crawl.

Killian's jaw clenches on its own as he stares at the man. "It's Emma Jones and she's my wife." He states, guessing that this was the man that upset his Swan so much as a teen, hating him on sight. "I've heard quite the story about you…although I'm having trouble remembering your name, mate, was it uh…ah yes! Cock womble, that was it!" He exclaims gleefully, making Emma hide her smirk at the look on Chris' face. "See you later, cock womble."

With a smirk, Killian leads her away from the man who quite obviously was embarrassed.

After nearly an hour there, Emma has had several awful encounters and she's only reminded of how much she hated this place, how much they all made her hate herself.

It's not until she goes to the bathroom since she's suddenly needing it every five minutes because of their tiny, yet lovely and wonderful, the baby inside her that has decided to be an asshole today, that she hears the worst of it.

She's closed in a stall, just pulling down her dress when she hears the voices of some of her past school enemies speaking, which normally wouldn't bother her except for the fact they were speaking about her, about Killian in fact.

The girls are people she remembers as Missy James, Olivia Spencer and her old bully, the main one, the worst, Karen Clarkson. All were tall, beautiful, and slim and always had the boys all over them in high school, or from what Emma can remember before she ran away with Neal.

Missy was the nicest of the three, Emma thinks, she was never outright rude to her and even once helped her clean up her books, but the other two were the spawn of Satan, which is only confirmed by what Emma hears.

"Have you seen Emma Swan here yet?" Karen asks, looking at herself in the mirror. "She's just as…Emma as I remember, plain, irritatingly skinny, although I did notice she's got a bit of a belly on her-"

"She's pregnant," Missy states simply, shrugging. "Hardly a belly, it's nice."

"Nice?" Karen scoffs, fixing her hair. "Another Emma in the world, God help us all. I mean…what did she even expect out of this reunion? That we'd all see her pregnant and feel bad for what we did? We didn't even do anything wrong! It was just fun!" She laughs to herself.

"You locked her in a storage room until she had a panic attack." Missy points out, frowning. "You're lucky she didn't report you!"

Karen scoffs while Olivia just smirks, both of them fussing with their hair or makeup. "Yeah, yeah, shut up. But! Did you all see who-"

"Whom," Emma whispers under her breath so they can't hear.

"-She's here with? Her husband, I know, shocking that she's married, but have you seen how hot he is?" Karen asks them with a smirk. "The brunette, kind of tall, smolder on point, blue eyes, gorgeous smile, and beard?" The other two nod.

Olivia hums. "He's hot, what does he even see in Emma? He's…him and she's, well she's her you know? He's out of this world gorgeous, could date anyone he wants, but he chose her? The school whore?"

Missy frowns but doesn't say anything as Karen laughs softly. "I know why." She states like she knows everything. "He's got a fake hand." She points out, making Emma frown.

"Why does that matter?" Missy asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, he's broken." Karen shrugs. "He's got one hand, meaning he's pretty much an invalid, who would love a guy whose only half?" She laughs softly. "I'll bet he's got some pretty ugly scars with it too, I mean only Emma would fall for that. And then he's so desperate for someone to love him that he'd take any whore."

"Karen!" Missy scolds, frowning. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why can't you just accept that Emma may have actually passed her teens? That she fell in love with someone and they're happy? I mean, if they're happy together then it doesn't matter whether he's got one hand, which I didn't even notice! No one did!" Missy yells, making Emma feel a pang of admiration for the fact she finally stood up for her.

With a scoff, Karen pushes past her with Olivia and leaves, smirking. "Whatever."

As soon as they leave, Emma unlocks her door and steps out, wiping away her tears, and Missy looks shocked that she's there. "Hi," Emma whispers, walking to the sink to wash her hands, sniffling. "Thanks. It meant a lot that you stood up for me and Killian." She bites her lip, drying her hands.

"I'm sorry," Missy states softly, chewing her lip gently. "About what Karen said, she's just bitter because someone loves you and she's getting divorced. But she was having sex with Chris Myers so…I kind of don't blame her husband." She offers Emma her hand. "Truce?"

Emma smiles softly and takes her hand, shaking it once. "Truce. Now, what do you say we go back to my husband, whose probably pacing outside the door with worry." She lays her hand on her bump gently. "He's really protective over bean and me."

Missy laughs softly, nodding. "I can tell, I've seen his hands on your waist or the baby practically since you've been here, he looks at you like you hang the moon."

Emma blushes, nodding. "He does, I'm very lucky."

"So is he, because you look at him in the exact same way." Missy points out. "Now come on, let me meet your lovely baby daddy?"

With a giggle, Emma leads her out.

It's not until a few days later, when Emma is cuddled up into Killian on their couch, listing out baby names, that she realizes how lucky she actually is.

Karen was a bitch yes, but she did make a valid point. Killian could have anyone in the world, anyone he wants, and yet he fought for her and has stuck by her and loves her with everything in him. And it's not because they were always destined to, their love has been hard and they've fought so hard to get to where they are now, it's just because of one simple fact.

He loves her. And that's all that matters.

It doesn't matter to her that Karen said those things or that she was bullied or that she was known as the school whore, because they were just stupid teens (and now adults) who haven't taken the time to know her, didn't speak to her, didn't care about her.

But Killian does, and so it doesn't matter what they think or who they are to her or what they did to her or what they're saying behind her back or whether or not she has awful memories from it.

It doesn't matter because most of them are single and alone or divorced and are unhappy, clinging onto their status as cool in high school and not caring about others, however, Emma has Killian, she has her family.

She's not a little-lost-girl anymore because she has him, so there is something she can bring from that school reunion, something she'll remember forever and cherish the fact she knows it now.

Fuck the past.

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There will never be a day where I don’t say I love this man :)

365 days of Killian Jones ☸ Day 151

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are u newt-loves-tinas sister??

Yes.

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Daughters Will Love Like You Do

Aoife questions her mother on pregnancy.

I own nothing and I will never own anything. I hope you guys are enjoying these tiny little stories I'm spurting out like spit takes. I take my time in thinking about them, and then I write like mad cause I like notifications and they make me feel popular.

Daughters Will Love Like You Do

3rd Person

Killian is chopping carrots in the kitchen when a little face pops up at the counter and he watches as his clever little tot of a daughter hoists herself up on a stool by him. "Daddy." She begins formally, smiling innocently. "Mommy has asked for her peas."

With a chuckle, Killian pushes a bowl of peas towards his little girl, already cooked and still hot for his wife to enjoy. "They're ready, are you going to bring them to mommy or is she coming down?"

Aoife seems to consider this question, looking at the bowl and lifting it off the counter by a short distance before placing it back down and running up the stairs. "Mommy! The bowl is too heavy for me." He hears her say to have a groan follow.

After a minute he spots his wife walking into the kitchen, hand on her small bump and the other on her aching back. "Okay, where are my peas?"

Killian grins and grabs a spoon, placing it in the bowl, and then grabs a chair for his wife to sit on and places the peas in front of the air so she doesn't have to do anything for herself.

His wife is almost five months pregnant, her last check-up showing them that their baby is completely healthy so Emma doesn't have to be on bed rest. However, Killian has suggested (via help from the internet) that when she's at five-month mark she'll take time off working for the charities and clubs she helps with.

He's lucky enough that Emma agreed, so he had no doubts that his wife was correct in her initial assumptions that their baby is under no threat and there is no peril with their unborn child.

As Emma lowers herself down onto her chair, Aoife comes up next to her with a cheeky smile. "Mommy, can I ask you something?" The five-year-old asks softly.

With a hum, Emma nods. "Of course you can duckling." She states as she uses her spoon to collect some peas.

Peas have been his wife's ultimate cravings, she can't get enough of them, she had peas on toast that morning and now she was having a bowl of them.

He blames himself really because she never wanted peas until he bumped his leg on the nightstand and held a bag of frozen peas on his limb until it stopped hurting. Ever since then his usually sane and collected wife has been stark raving mad over the infernal green things.

"Daddy said I'm going to be a big sister again." She states matter-of-factly. "But that you don't know of what. Did you know what I was?"

"Do you mean that we don't know whether your sibling is a sister or a brother?" Emma checks to make sure she understands and Aoife's nod tells her she does. "Okay well we did know with you and we knew with Liam but we don't want to know now because we want a surprise." She explains.

"Why?"

"Well…because we want to know when he or she is born."

"Why?"

"It's a surprise." Emma tries, eating a pea, frowning a little since she's out of reasons, but her tiny baby is in love with asking the question of-

"Why?"

"Mommy just wanted to surprise everyone okay?" She says slightly sternly, and her daughters wobbling lip tells her that she was too harsh. "I'm sorry Aoife, mommy is just tired and doesn't have another reason. Can you forgive me, ducky?"

Aoife nods, smiling again at the apology. Her daddy always tells her that she should always accept an apology from her parents, as they always know what's right for her and she shouldn't talk back to that. "Yeah, mama." She hops up on the stool by her mother. "Are you happy?"

"About the baby?" Emma asks, stroking her small bump gently as she eats some more peas. "Yeah, of course, I'm happy, we both are."

"Daddy said he's…re-re-"

"Relieved?" Emma offers and Aoife nods. "Hmm, and why?"

"Cause you're not sad," Aoife says and steals a pea, wanting to be like her mommy and be healthy, to which Emma has no problems with. "With Liam you were sad. You got mad at daddy all the time."

"I know, mommy was mean, huh?" She questions softly and bops her daughter's nose gently. "Sorry, daddy." She glances up at her husband, who shrugs.

"S'okay, Swan. I've forgiven it." He grins, picking up Aoife so he can sit and place her on his lap instead. "Now, what's this about being sad?"

Aoife leans back in her daddy's chest, smiling softly. "I said mommy was sad with Liam." She states with a small shrug. "But now she's happy, so never mind."

"Ah well, I shall correct you," Killian says, smiling softly. "Mommy wasn't sad with Liam, mommy was worried cause Liam wasn't as healthy as this baby, but he's okay now." He assures his small daughter, who nods because she knows the story. "And don't worry, monkey, she's okay now."

The blonde haired beauty nods before pressing a kiss to her dad's cheek and skipping away without a care in the world to play with her dolls.

Killian chuckles as he turns to his wife, watching her settle into bed with a smile. He can hear his wife's groan at the thought of having to spend hours trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. "Need some help?" He offers to which he earns a glare for.

"No," Emma states, and lays back gently, groaning as soon as she does. "Yes. He or she is moving around and being all awake and annoying."

Laying a gentle hand on her bump, Killian lays on his side. "Ah, I can help with that as we all know." He leans in close and presses his lips to her bump softly. "Hey, youngest Jones." The movement seems to still. "Mama is going to try and get a little rest so can you sleep now too?"

After a few moments, Emma smirks at him. "It's stopped, thank you." She gestures for him to come closer and kisses his cheek when he does as she asks. "You're very useful with the babies you know? They all seem to calm when you speak. Maybe it's the accent."

"Maybe…" He considers her point.

Then she speaks again. "Or maybe it's the fact you sing Lion King songs to each and every one of them." She giggles. "Last night you were singing 'Just Can't Wait To Be King' to him or her, they were kicking for hours."

"Not kicking." He smirks. "Dancing." He chuckles when he gets a whack in the chest. "And kicking."

"You sang 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight' to Aoife over and over again, people still sing it to me at the Mommy and Me class you do know that right?" To his chuckle, she slaps his chest again. "And with Liam, you sang…what did you sing again?"

He coughs once and mumbles it. "Something about a circle…and of life."

She giggles, and he's reminded that the sound of his wife's happiness is the most wonderful thing he's ever heard. "Ah yes. How could I ever forget that one? Wait, what if the baby is a Queen, not a King?"

He considers her point, humming softly. "Then oops I've been giving her an incorrect gender."

"Hmm, think on that, maybe you should sing…'and I just can't wait to be King…or Queen'?" She offers, shrugging. "I mean that's a great thing for everyone."

"I will think about it." He agrees, thinking already.

This is short but lovingly written! :)

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so this is basically what i think about the school systems policies on bullying… when i was in like middle school there was this girl who was mentally ill and poor, and she was relentlessly bullied by pretty much all the kids in my school and one day she sat at the only spot open at a lunch table to eat and every kid at the table got up and left, and so like I yelled at them for being fucking assholes because … it was.. obviously fucked up?

and you know what the teacher who saw this did… they rewarded me for doing the literal bare minimum. I got like some voucher for food you could buy at the school instead of getting regular school lunch.

they didn’t reprimand the students who were being fucking assholes and they literally never asked the girl if she was okay or talked to her about it or tried to stop the bullying themselves, as they stood there the entire time this happened.

They rewarded me … who had absolutely nothing to lose, and was not harmed by any of the actions.

From what I’ve seen in school the teachers literally don’t care about the victims of bullying, they simply want to act like they do lmao. In my experience everything they do to stop bullying is performative, nothing more.

I’d even go as far as to say some teachers actively engage in, and encourage, bullying. Lets be honest, it’s been said before, people are bullied typically because they’re members of marginalized groups, and the fastest way for a teacher to become liked by the majority of their students is to pick on the kids they already know the other students hate.

Teachers absolutely have something to lose when defending marginalized children, and they’d rather appeal to those students who aren’t marginalized because it makes their job easier when the majority of their students like and respect them.

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All That She Wants

In which a song makes Emma long for another baby.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9696167

I own nothing, I really love doing this series of one-shots and I hope everyone loves reading them as much as I enjoy writing them, I'm so happy to have my writing mojo back!

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All That She Wants

3rd Person

Emma is going to place total blame on Aoife and Liam, she really is. It's their fault that she wants this, she didn't want it two weeks ago but now she's obsessed.

Maybe it was that catchy song about a single mother that made her want this so badly, the artist singing about the woman in the song 'all that she wants is another baby' made her think, and she felt like an idiot for sympathizing for a fake woman!

Unfortunately, however, as much as she told herself she was an idiot, it didn't stop her from being similar the woman in the song and wanting another baby of her own.

She couldn't help it! Looking at her babies and seeing how big they had gotten made her so sad, and what was wrong with wanting another baby with the love of her life? They only had two and they definitely have the money for another, they have a spare room and she has unlimited time to spend with her children so why does she feel so guilty?

Oh yeah, she feels guilty because she didn't factor her oh-so-loving husband into the equation of having another child, and didn't technically ask him before coming off birth control.

Yeah, she really should have spoken to him.

It's not like she had anything to show for it anyway, she wasn't pregnant or so the test in her hand says, so she has time to speak to him about it.

However, she didn't exactly mean for it to come out in the way it did. She had told herself to sit in bed that night and talk to him, consider his thoughts and ultimately decide whether or not they'd try (with him knowing).

That was the plan anyway.

Another thing she didn't factor in is that she has two young children under the age of five who like to play adventure with daddy. So, as luck would have it, less than two days after throwing the negative test in the bin with a sad sigh, the test is placed on their dining room table with a very confused husband standing above her.

"Want to explain?" He asks softly, sitting down on the dining chair next to her.

With a cough, she nods and places her book that she was reading down. "Yeah, I think it's best that I do huh?" She says softly and takes the test in hand slowly.

He hums, and nods, watching her movements as she observes the test.

See, this is where a normal person would just spit it out and tell the truth, but oh no, this is Emma Swan, who will never just admit to tricking her husband into trying for a baby.

Doing what she does best, she pretends. "I'm uh…this is Tinks." She states matter-of-fake-factly. "She took this test here yesterday when you were at work. One night stands right?" She shrugs.

To his credit, Killian just nods, not expecting his wife to lie to him, and smiles softly. "Ah! I thought that you would know. Thanks for clearing that up, sorry I placed another woman's pee stick on our table." He says, shrugging as he takes the test and throws it away.

Oh God, she really is an awful human being. Her perfect, so freaking perfect, husband believes every word that comes out of her mouth and would never be mad at her for wanting another baby he'd probably support her and comfort her over the fact she wasn't pregnant.

New plan, she is going to tell him, the truth and nothing but the truth (She really needs to stop binge-watching judge shows) that night, no exceptions.

Okay, another new plan, Killian's out for the night with Robin and David but she totally forgot and by the time he's home he'll want to sleep away a hangover not talk about making babies. He wouldn't know what he was agreeing to, he'd probably fall asleep if they tried.

If she's going to try for another baby she might want to be more organized huh?

Anyway, the newer plan is to talk to him the next night, so that's exactly what she does, she sits him down in their living room on the couch, sitting on his lap with a nervous smile and the radio playing in the background.

Her first mistake was giving her daughter ice cream before bed, the poor tot didn't sleep for hours and both parents were so tired. Her next mistake was the radio, she really should have thought about that one.

Really, really should have thought about that.

"She tells him, "Oh, love, no one's ever gonna hurt you, love, I'm gonna give you all of my love."

That part was okay, just a mother singing about keeping her child safe, and Emma considered that to be a wonderful talking point until…

"All that she wants is another baby?" Killian comments to her aloud as he listened to the background vocals. "Why?" To her frown, he continues. "Well she seems to not have the best life, one child is hard enough to handle for her. I mean, we're married and two is enough, a third would mean having to go through all of it again."

Her eye twitches a little, and she sighs, nodding slowly. "So, uh, you don't want another baby?" She questions, acting casual, keeping her tone playful.

Killian shrugs, leaning his head back on the couches back. "I've never given it much thought, love. I'm very content the way we are, a baby would mean all those sleepless nights and the worry about your pregnancy, the other two weren't exactly the easiest on you." He informs her with a soft tone to his voice, and she understands his point.

Her pregnancy with Aoife was rocky, to say the least, and she'd been on bed rest for the majority of it until she'd finally gone out to Granny's when he wasn't there and went into early labor.

She doesn't do too well with authority, alright?

With Liam her pregnancy wasn't much better, she'd been on bed rest again but only near the end and she hadn't gone into labor, he was late, which was better than worrying he was coming before he was ready.

Emma knows she's crazy for wanting a baby after everything that happened, even before Aoife she-

It doesn't matter now, but they both know her pregnancies don't go well and it's a miracle they have two healthy babies, although Liam is quite small despite being late. They both are, but Emma knows what not to do this time, she knows this baby she wants to have will be okay, she can feel it.

"So you never want another baby?" She asks softly, biting her lip. "Ever?"

Killian glances at her, biting his lip softly. "I didn't say that." He looks away, stroking her hip gently. "I would love to have more children, but I won't put that on you again, I can't watch that happen again."

Biting her lip, Emma nods slowly, and leans in to kiss him, deciding that he was probably right, she wanted it but she couldn't do that to him and make him worry so much again.

Two days later she goes back on birth control, forgetting to take it for the days before and not thinking that the fact they'd had sex within those two days meant anything considering they didn't for the three months before.

As always, she didn't factor something in, which leads to her sitting on the side of their bath staring at a positive pregnancy test less than six weeks later.

This time, however, her husband is at her side, and she has already admitted her lies from before and that fact that she came off birth control.

He understood. Of course, he understood, her wonderful husband thought no wrong of her and admitted that he wanted it too, but he never made the leap to try.

Now they have a little baby they both want, despite their worries and their words before, they have a baby they love just as much as the other two, and nothing is going to change that.

Maybe she should tell him things more often in the future. It would most likely be beneficial for them both.

However, she stands by the point that telling each other everything could get a bit awkward and there was no way she was letting him stay in the room when she peed on a stick. She wanted him to still think she was a tiny bit sexy before they had another screaming baby that made her gray hairs pop out earlier than predicted. But still, she'll tell him things more in the future, she promises herself.

In her defense, she didn't think he'd want to know about her menstrual tracking.

I hope you enjoyed and yeah there's another little baby in the Jones clan that will make an appearance very soon! :)

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We Keep This Love In A Photograph

Aoife questions her mother on the wedding photo she found of Emma and Killian, spotting something about her father she didn't notice before.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9675995

I own absolutely nothing, except the plot for this story. I don't own OUAT, any of its cast or characters. I own NOTHING.

We Keep This Love In A Photograph

3rd Person

"Mommy?" A little voice pops up as Emma was stirring her coffee slowly, relaxing in the peaceful atmosphere of her home.

The house was quiet for the first time in what seemed like ages, Killian and Liam having gone on a father-son bonding trip on the Jolly while Emma was at home with Aoife.

Of course, Emma had planned a fun day for them, but it utterly failed because the place she had intended on taking Aoife to was closed, and so instead Emma had planned to go through the photo albums.

Aoife loves photos, she loves looking at them, taking them, posing for them. Anything to do with a photo and Aoife will be ready with her giant, toothy smile, posing and making Emma laugh.

Naturally, Killian loves it because it means his tiny daughter is still as innocent and childish as she always has been, rather her taking a million photos on his phone than dating boys.

"Yes, sweetie?" Emma questions softly, popping her spoon in her mouth to suck it clean, before throwing it in the washing bowl with a clatter following.

Within seconds of her turning her head to aim properly, her daughter is perched on the stool next to her and pushing a photo towards her. "Is this you and daddy?" She asks softly, before shoving her thumb in her mouth.

Emma peeks at the image, and smiles fondly, nodding. "Yup, that's daddy and me on our wedding day." She takes her daughters thumb from her mouth. "See? Mama's wearing a white dress, and brides wear a white dress when they get married."

Aoife smiles softly, nodding, and blushes. "You look pretty." She says softly. "Like a Pwincess." She whispers excitedly. "Are you mama?"

With a giggle, Emma shakes her head. "No, baby, mama's not a Princess, just mama." She grins, and looks down at the photo, stroking her husband's face, thinking about how happy they both were on that day, happiness that had only grown since then. "People said daddy looked like a Prince, but he ignored it."

Aoife looks slightly surprised, but then she remembers. "Cause daddy's a-a-a Lie-"

"Lieutenant?" Emma provides helpfully, to which Aoife nods, before sucking her thumb again much to Emma's dismay. "Nope, daddy is a Captain remember? He used to be Lieutenant."

Nodding quickly, Aoife grins. "Yeah, mama! You have photos?" She questions her and Emma nods, before walking to the high shelf that's the perfect height so their babies won't hit their heads on it, but can still see what is up there.

"Yup, of course, we have photos. Mama was so proud of daddy when he became Captain." Emma tells her softly, grabbing the framed photo of her husband accepting his Captaincy. "You won't remember because it was only two months before we got married, but I'm still proud of him."

It's true, she had never been prouder of him than at that moment when he was accepting his title. He had lost so much, given up so much so that he could be in the Navy, and Emma knew how much he wanted to be Captain. To be the same as his brother before he died, something she knows he blames himself for.

But she won't reminisce on the sad side, only the happy, proud, memories. She has so many of them now to look back on.

"I proud too, mama!" Aoife exclaims happily, looking at the two photos together. "Mama?"

Emma hums, glancing at her baby, and stroke a stray hair from her face. "Yeah?"

"Daddy looks happier with you," Aoife claims, smiling joyfully, and Emma looks at both of the photos again, noticing the little girl is right, he does look so much happier with her.

She'll have to ask about that.

That night she does ask and is happy to find herself not disappointed by the reply.

Slipping under the covers of their bed, Emma watches Killian get undressed, smirking at the sight of his blush even after all these years. "Killy?" She questions, grinning when he feigns irritation. "Come sit." She pats the spot next to her and giggles at his worried glance. "You're not in trouble."

With that, he seems happier to sit, and perches beside her, questioning look in his eyes. "What's going on, Swan?" He asks softly, wrapping and arm around her. "Everything okay?"

Emma pulls out of his arms to grab two copies from a photo album of the photos from earlier. "Look at these." She requests softly, passing them both to him gently, and he does as she asks.

"Okay…" He chuckles, and shrugs at the photos, but can't help his fond smile at their wedding. "What's wrong? Did you have a stray hair you only just noticed or something?" He grins before he goes pale and looks at the photos again. "Did I?" He asks in fake horror.

"No," She nudges his ribs with her elbow gently. "You look a lot happier in our wedding photo then you did accepting your title. You worked your entire life to be a Captain, yet you looked twenty times happier marrying me. I'm flattered, but why?"

Looking a little surprised by her question, he grins. "You're seriously asking me how I could be happier on the wedding of myself and the love of my life over me accepting a title."

She shrugs, blushing. "When you put it that way I sound silly."

"Emma, love, can I tell you something?" He asks softly, stroking her hand gently, and she nods quickly. "I…well I was far happier at our wedding because I…"

"You?" She questions softly.

"I much prefer the title of husband to that of Captain." He blushes, and ducks his head, making her smile wide. "I would take being your husband over being a Captain every day of my life."

She cups his face in her hand gently; thumb moving to stroke her cheek. "I love you, husband." She whispers with a grin.

He chuckles and smiles softly as he leans his cheek into her hand. "I love you too."

I hope you enjoyed, I wrote this in about fifty minutes! :)

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