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Emma was nervous, pacing back and forth on the roof as she waited for Killian to join her. Her fingers curled around the stick in the pocket of her jacket as she wondered for the umpteenth time if he would be happy, or if it would freak him out.
They did talk about it, of course they had. You weren't in a relationship for over three years without discussing the subject of kids at some point. But it had never been something concrete, just that they both wanted kids sometime in the future.
Well, this future was here now.
Emma knew Killian loved her, but she was still afraid that being pregnant would change something in their relationship, and she wasn't sure they were ready to take that next step.
"It looks like it might snow."
She whipped around, her heart leaping into her throat as she watched him come closer. The collar of his jacket was turned up, a scarf wound around his neck, and a beanie was pulled low over his brows.
"I need to ..."
"I want to ..."
Both started simultaneously, and Emma let out a nervous chuckle when he stepped closer and pulled her into his arms. "You first."
She buried her nose in his scarf for a moment, inhaling a deep breath, letting his scent settled her nerves before she pushed back and reached into the pocket again.
"I know we never really discussed when we wanted to start a family, but you said you definitely want kids, and maybe you still wanted to wait a little while, and probably it'd be better ..."
"Emma?" Killian interrupted her, his eyes wide open as he stared at her, his gaze flickering down to her hand that was buried in her pocket before snapping up again. "What are you trying to tell me?"
Emma took in another deep breath before she pulled the stick out and held it towards him with shaking fingers. "I'm pregnant."
"Oh my God," he whispered, reaching for the stick and curling his fingers around it, staring at the plus sign for quite some time, his voice a hoarse croak when he finally spoke again, "You just made me the happiest man on this planet, love."
"I did?" Emma asked, relaxing slightly when he looked up from the stick again, his face split up by a huge grin.
"You did," he assured her, and she squealed when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her off the ground, swirling her around, peppering kisses all over her face.
She was slightly breathless when he put her down again, her cheeks hurting from the silly grin she wore on her face, and she leaned back in his embrace, remembering that he had to tell her something, too. "What did you wanna tell me?"
His smile faltered a little bit, and she saw him gulp hard, a slither of fear flickering through her stomach as he released her out of his embrace and took a step back.
"I should have asked you sooner, because now it might seem as if I'm only asking because of the child," he started to speak, lifting his head to scratch behind his ear. It took Emma a second to understand the meaning of his words, and her breath hitched in her throat when he continued, "But I can show you the receipt … of course with the price blackened out … because I'm trying for months to conjure up the courage to ask you and ..."
"Killian?" She was pretty certain she knew what he wanted to ask her, but if she didn't interrupt his rambling he might never ask his question, and she really wanted him to. "What do you want to ask me?"
He grinned at her then, this cute lopsided smirk of his, and then he reached into his pocket and her heart plummeted into her stomach as he lowered himself down on one knee and snapped the velvet box open to show her the sparkling engagement ring he bought for her.
"I love you, Emma Swan. I loved you from the first moment I saw you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She couldn't see him clearly anymore, tears were running down her face when he asked her one of the most important questions she would ever hear in her life. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes," she breathed, letting out a sob when she stretched out her hand to let him slip the ring over her finger. "Yes, I want to marry you."
Killian actually carried her down to the apartment bridal-style, ignoring her protests. He told her that they might not be married yet, but she did have to be careful to not overtax herself from now on, and Emma rolled her eyes when he didn't even put her down to open the door.
He carried her to their bed and lowered her carefully on the mattress, taking his sweet time to peel her out of her clothes and kiss every little inch of her body, lingering a little longer over her stomach.
"Hello, little one," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss on her skin. "I can't wait until you're joining us."
A part of her had also been afraid that he would stop having sex marathons with her, because he feared he might harm the child. She shouldn't have worried. He was probably a little bit more careful than before he knew their child was growing inside of her, but he definitely made it his business to keep the mother-to-be well satisfied, and the tremors of her third orgasm still flickered over her skin as he spooned her, and laid his hand on her stomach, pulling her as close as possible.
"Goodnight, you two," Killian murmured, brushing his lips over her shoulder.
"Goodnight," she replied sleepily, laying her hand atop of Killian's as she closed her eyes.
Emma knew life wouldn't always be this easy, but right in this moment it was perfect.