5 Weeks

"2 pink lines, positive, 1 pink line negative, simple enough … Come on, Emma. Stop being such a wimp, you've done this before… yeah, and now you have an eleven year old … Isn't technology supposed to be better than this by now? Don't they realize 3 minutes is forever?"

The back and forth continued in her head, the seconds ticked by slowly. She looked at the timer on her phone.


Emma began to reach for the stick that was sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter. It wasn't time yet, but if anything, the blank result might calm her nerves a bit. Her fingers closed around the test and she hesitated only momentarily before tipping the window into her view and looking at the answer.

2 pink lines.

The second one was there, clear as day, and almost as dark as the control line next to it. She was pregnant.

Emma stared at the lines for what felt like an eternity, watching it darken even further until the buzzer on her cellphone went off with a shrill ring. The sound startled her, causing her to drop the test to the floor and she scrambled to silence the ringing. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could feel tears begin to burn the back of her eyes. She struggled to blink them back and took a deep breath, but first one then another slipped past her tightly shut eyes.

"I can't do this again, I can't do this alone. Not when I'm just getting to know Henry,"

She'd only been a mother for a year now and most of that time Henry had been living with Regina. She hated to admit it, but she didn't always know what she was doing. That had become painfully obvious to her after Henry's short-lived silent treatment after he had found out who his father was.

His father.

Would she lie to this baby about who his or her father was? How could she tell even begin to tell a child something like that? "Hey, kid, see that storybook? See that man with a scary hook harassing the little children? That's your dad,"

"Emma?" A sharp knock on the door accompanied the voice. "You alright, love?"

Emma quickly wiped her eyes and grabbed the test from the floor, clenching it close to her body as if he could see through the door. "I'm fine, just give me a minute,"

She put the test at the bottom of the trash can, covering it up with the rest of the garbage so it couldn't be seen, then took another deep breath as she stood up and approached the door. She opened it with a small creak and walked out into her bedroom. Hook was pulling on a pair of jeans, with some difficulty. Though he had had years to perfect clothing himself with only one hand, he still hadn't quite gotten used to these modern clothes. This was a detail about him that Emma found particularly amusing, since she found his pirate attire, sexy as they were, to be much more complicated than the usual jeans and a t-shirt.

Killian glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of the bathroom door. "Good morning, sunshine,"

"I didn't know you were awake yet," she said, forcing a half smile.

"I've always been an early riser, love," he smirked flashing her that devilish grin that had reeled her in the first time.

"I wouldn't know, you've never stayed over before,"

"What can I say, Lass? You wore me out. Besides, I didn't want to leave without saying a proper goodbye after… all that last night. Wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, would it?" he continued teasingly, now struggling with a long sleeved, black, button-up shirt.

She sighed and shook her head, unable to help but smile at him again. "Come here, you. Let me help you with that," Emma reached for one of the tails of his open shirt, and the pirate willingly allowed himself to be drawn closer. "I can't watch you with this too long,"

"Are you calling me pathetic? What a way to treat the handicapped, Emma," he said in mock offense.

"Killian, you are… anything but handicapped," she laughed dryly to herself.

"Is that your roundabout way of saying I'm good in bed?" he replied with a raised eyebrow.

The comment earned him a hard smack in the shoulder when Emma finished with his buttons. "There. Now get out of here. I have to go to work," she said, hoping to usher him out so she had some time to think over the news that hadn't quite sunk in yet.

"Come now, is there no hope of a repeat performance?"

"Shutup, Hook. You're dressed," Emma rolled her eyes at him, pushing him lightly towards the door.

"I can improvise,"

"Just go, Killian. You're going to make me late,"

"It wouldn't be the first time," he reminded her playfully, then paused. "You know, I have enjoyed these past few months, Emma,"

She inhaled sharply and could feel her heart beat faster. Where had that come from? They were just sleeping together, as friends, if they were going to be called anything. Since when did she want him to be mushy? And why did she suddenly feel the urge to tell him that she was pregnant?

"It's… simple. You wouldn't believe some of the clingy women I've come across in my day. But you…" he chuckled.

Simple? He thought they were simple - Otherwise known as the "what we have together is just sex" conversation. Her heart caught in her throat for a moment and tightened painfully. What had she expected? They were simple. It'd been three months and this was the very first time that he hadn't left in the middle of the night, not that she had wanted it any other way. So why did his words squeeze her heart like someone was ripping it out of her chest?

"I-I think you should go," she could feel her face flushing with emotion and tried desperately to stop it from showing.

His expression fell at the change in her tone. "What did I say?"

"Nothing, Hook. I just need to get going,"

"No, you've been acting strangely," he put a gentle hand on her arm. "Is everything alright, love?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've called me 'Hook' twice in the past 5 minutes, for one. You haven't called me that when it's just us in weeks, Emma. Tell me,"

The note of sincerity in his voice caused another stab of pain straight into her chest.

"Because you are Captain Hook,"

Killian looked genuinely hurt. "If that's how you feel, love," he mumbled and walked past her to the door.

"I'm pregnant,"

His whole body stiffened, his hand was frozen where it was, wrapped around doorknob.

"How's that for simple?"

He didn't move for a long time. He didn't turn to look at her. He didn't say a word.

"So you finally don't have anything to say?" She tried again, raising her voice slightly. "Killian?"

"I thought I was Captain Hook?" he answered in a dark tone, before striding out of the door.

A/n: That's the end of the first one! I hope you all enjoyed it. I'm really quite proud of this one. ;) I've been wanting to write something like this for ages, and it was originally just going to be a oneshot, but I couldn't resist being able to write some cute future fluffiness. That said, this will be a series of oneshots, not an actual "work in progress" fic, all showing bits and pieces of Emma's pregnancy. Either way, each piece will be able to stand alone by itself, but still be considered the same story. Some will be fluffy, some will be angsty, but it will span from that first pregnancy test to birth if the muse hits me. Please let me know what you think and if there's a certain part of pregnancy you'd like me to include. Being currently pregnant with my first, I've got some fresh ideas of my own, but I love to hear what you guys have to say. hehe Thanks for reading!