A/N: And here it is, the epilogue! It's really fluffy and sappy, sorry, but I am a fluffy and sappy person so I couldn't help it. I hope you enjoyed my story and thank you for letting me share it with you and for your invaluable support!
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Well, you and I collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes, it looks like we've made it to the end.
~To the End-Blur~
"You ready?" Henry asked.
"One minute, kid!" Emma called from the kitchen, putting the bag of popcorn on the microwave and starting it.
For some really strange reason, the spinning motions of the bag inside the device that still made Killian jump in shock put her in a philosophical mood and made her think about everything that had happened in the few months since their successful arrival from Neverland.
As astonishing as it was, there were no threats of any kind or any magical monsters waiting for them; nor had they appeared while the group gradually worked on their reinsertion in the routines of their lives in the small Maine town. Emma, Neal and Regina had agreed –not without a few yells and screams and a couple of broken vases due to an overload of magic – that each would spend two days a week with Henry, leaving the seventh day for him to be with his grandparents or wherever he wanted. No one was entirely happy with the arrangement, as they all wanted to spend as much time as possible with the boy, but it was the fairest thing to do and, for one, the all acted as civilized adults about the matter.
Neal's relationship with Emma was still a little rocky and distant, especially after he found out about she and the pirate, but he got over it quicker than she had expected. To his credit, Emma had to admit that she'd never seen him acting so maturely towards her, Killian and even his father. She didn't know exactly what he had endured in the Enchanted Forest but apparently it changed him deeply. She would have to remember to ask him to tell her everything about it once they returned to normal speaking terms. It might take a while, but she was confident that she could have a polite acquaintance with Henry's father, perhaps they could even be friends someday, after they both got over all the past between them.
Regina's relationship towards her whole family also changed for the better. It was proving to be very hard, but the former Queen was willing to finally let go of her grudge and leave behind her hatred for Snow White and her practice of dark magic, for Henry. It was not a change that could be achieved overnight, though. While in Neverland, the good guys and the bad guys had saved each other's lives many times, and despite their differences, they were united for their common goal; now that they were back, that situation of camaraderie had ended but it was not entirely forgotten, which resulted in awkward situations sometimes. They all still had a lot to work on, especially with Regina's sarcastic remarks and Charming glaring daggers at her every time her eyes settled on Snow White; but Henry was extremely happy about his family finally being together and getting along, so they all tried to make it work for him.
The only one they didn't have much contact with was Gold, as shortly after arriving they found out that Belle was pregnant –Emma did not want to ponder too much about that particular fact – so the pawnbroker dedicated all his time to his girlfriend and unborn child and to his living son, trying really hard to make up his relationship with him.
The loud beep of the microwave shook Emma out of her musings. She carefully withdrew the hot bag and poured its contents in a big bowl. She took the bowl to the living room, where both of her True Loves were waiting for her on the couch, gracing her with identical radiant smiles when they saw her approach.
Being in a relationship with Captain Hook was way more natural than how it sounded when it was put like that. Actually, it felt as if they'd been born to be together; although Emma sometimes would wake in the middle of the night due to an alien presence that turned out to be Killian's arm around her waist or his nose against her neck, and she'd smile, still amazed with the fact that after eleven years of voluntary loneliness she found her soulmate, and he was what she had always believed was just a fairytale character.
Killian scooted on the sofa to make room for her between him and Henry and softened a couple of cushions for her to use. He really was a gentleman.
"You ready for this?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow challengingly.
"When am I not ready for something, love?" he countered with a smirk.
"You won't like it, I warn you," Henry said from his place on her other side.
"I've dealt with the most frightening and vicious creatures of practically all the known realms, my lad, I think I can handle watching a moving drawing. Plus, you both still refuse to enlighten me as to the constitution of a 'perm' thing, so I want to find out," he answered, his chin up and eyes determined, fixed on the TV in front of them.
"Okay, but don't say we didn't tell you," Emma whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek as she pressed the Play button on the remote. Colors and sounds started to come out of the device, but her attention was undividedly set on the pirate in front of her. Boy, was she going to enjoy this.
Killian was obviously aware of the two sets of eyes intently focused on him, but he did his best to ignore it and focus on the movie. He made no comment about Pan's portrayal, but for the occasional raise of an eyebrow, but it was more a reflex than anything. By the time Disney's Hook made his first appearance, he let go of all composure and widened his eyes in astonishment, his pointy ears going red with the barely contained anger.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?"
His offended cry was muffled by the sounds of Emma and Henry's hysterical laughs.
"Emma! This is not fun! Turn this off, I don't want to keep watching this hideous affront! What's with all that puffy hair?"
"That's a perm," she said once she sobered a little.
"THAT is a perm?! By your tone I had imagined it was like a kind of enormous wart or some physical deformation...although perhaps it is. And who chose that costume? This is humiliating!"
"Stop! Can't...take it...anymore," Henry said in between laughs, rolling off the couch and landing on the floor, holding his stomach.
"Oh, that's nice, good to know you are all the good ones, taking enjoyment in a man's suffering," he complained with an annoyed voice, but Emma saw in the way his eyes softened that he was actually quite enjoying seeing them so carefree and happy. "Now, really, is the man who drew this still alive?"
"No, don't think so, this movie is like sixty years old," Emma said.
"Good for him, then," Killian answered menacingly.
After the initial shock, they watched the rest of the movie in relative calmness, save from one or two more outraged comments from Killian ("I can't believe your world sees me as a bloody coward afraid of an animal" and "I AM NO CODFISH!"). At some point near the end, he got so offended that he refused to keep watching, and started eating –devouring– all the popcorn ("This is one of your world's greatest marvels, love").
"Don't worry, this is a caricature for kids, in the original book you weren't portrayed like that," Emma said once the movie was over, running a finger against his scrunched brow to soothe it. "Although this is what most people think about when someone mentions Captain Hook."
His expression when from annoyed to calculating and amused in a split of a second. He turned to her, wearing a smug and playful expression and she braced herself for his imminent innuendo.
"It must have been quite a pleasant surprise when I first introduced myself to you, then."
"It was," she agreed absentmindedly before it fully registered and she felt her cheeks burn under his triumphant smirk. "I mean, I was surprised, of course! But I wasn't thinking about you in that way back then," she added lamely, eyes intent on the remote resting on her lap.
She heard him chuckle and his lips brushed her ear. "Keep telling yourself that, darling."
"Can we watch the next one now?" Henry asked, effectively breaking their moment.
"Please don't tell me there are more of these profanities," Killian pleaded adorably, making Emma laugh.
"There are, actually, but don't worry, we won't be seeing them...at least not today."
"Then what is it?"
"You'll see," Henry said cheekily, stooping in front of the TV to change the DVDs. He went back to his seat and played the movie.
Again, Emma's eyes were on Killian, closely inspecting his confused expression as he tried to make out the grey blobs on the screen.
"I don't understand. What is that, love?"
Emma smiled and her hand moved until it found his. She held it tight and squeezed. "That's my uterus. The grey circle in the center is our baby, and the sound you're hearing is its heartbeat."
His hand unconsciously tightened its grip on hers, and his wide eyes traced a triangular area while travelling repeatedly from the TV to her face to her belly. When a couple of minutes went by and he still didn't say anything –or closed his loose jaw – she started to get uneasy. "I know it's too soon, and unexpected, and I should probably have taken some measures to avoid this..."
He shut her up by crushing his lips against hers desperately. She tasted salt and couldn't figure out if the tears were his or hers. Probably both.
"A baby," Killian whispered against her lips when he pulled apart, his voice coated with awe and reverence.
"Are you happy?" Emma asked, still a little insecure and freaked out, but mostly relieved that he had taken it so well.
"I've never been this happy in my whole life, Emma," he claimed, his hand moving under her shirt to caress the skin of her barely rounded belly. "I love you."
"I love you too," she answered, leaning in to kiss him once again.
Henry cleared his throat behind them. "Guys? I'm still here!"
"Sorry, lad," Killian said, leaning back on the couch but bringing Emma with him and wrapping his arms around her. "How long have you guys known?"
"Just a couple of days," Henry answered, beaming. "Mom went to the doctor and they made a sonogram –that's what we were watching."
"It's like a picture that allows seeing if the baby is okay and growing correctly," Emma answered Killian's unasked question. "They record it and let you take a copy so you can see it at your home."
"And we were discussing the best way to tell you, so I suggested watching the movies to really surprise you!" Henry said proudly. He was ecstatic about being a big brother from the moment Emma told him, and now that the secret was out he didn't have to pretend he didn't know anymore.
"Well you certainly achieved your goal," Killian said, chuckling. Emma had never seen him so bright and young.
"Anyway, it's late, I think I'm going to bed," Henry stated, getting up and stretching his arms behind his face. He leaned over Emma and kissed her goodnight; then he moved to Killian and hugged him, burying his face against the man's shoulder.
"Congratulations, Killian. I'm really happy for you guys."
He seemed genuinely moved by the kid's words, and hugged him back, smiling and ruffling his hair. "Thank you, lad."
Once he disappeared behind his bedroom door, Killian brought Emma's face to his and kissed her like he couldn't do with an underage kid in the room. She was quick to reciprocate, pouring all her love for him and their baby in the kiss.
"Are we really having a baby?"
"Yes, Killian. We are." Emma gingerly got up and crouched in front of the TV where the sonogram DVD was paused. "This is the body, and this is going to be the head," she said, pointing at different parts of the image. "It's still too small so it doesn't have all the body parts developed."
"It's the most amazing thing I have ever seen," he said, as they both stared at the screen as if they were watching the most beautiful sight in existence. "How far behind are you, love?" he asked several minutes later.
"Dr. Whale said almost seven weeks."
"I'll have to condition the Jolly to make it suitable, although maybe he or she would not be fit for the ship in some time..."
"Hey," Emma said, grabbing his face and caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. "We still have a little over seven months to figure all that out. Let's just enjoy this now."
He smiled and nodded. "What do you think it's going to be? I was always told that mothers seem to have a kind of supernatural gift to know."
"No idea, really. I didn't even realize I was pregnant until three days ago." She laughed, then worried her lip between her teeth as a sudden idea appeared in her head. "If it's a boy, I would really like to call him Eric, if it's okay with you."
He pulled apart to read her face. "Why?"
"Um...well...I never told you this, but when I was under Tinkerbell's spell, I met another you." He raised an eyebrow. "It was you, but with a different personality, like what all the people here had before I broke the curse. And your name there was Eric and you helped me a lot to break the curse. He disappeared when I woke up, of course, but I don't know, I didn't want him to be completely gone and forgotten."
"I think it's an excellent idea, love, with one condition."
He gave her a toothy grin. "That you wear that short pink dress for me one of these days."
Now it was Emma's turn to be floored.
"How-How the hell did you know about that dress?"
"Turns out while you were gone I had a couple of dreams in which my mind was somehow transported to your cursed world and I could see things from this Eric bloke perspective. Apparently it had something to do with a True Love connection or something like that, I don't know if you're familiar with the concept," he answered cheekily.
The perfectly logical absurdity of the situation made Emma laugh heartily as she wrapped her arms around Killian's shoulders. "And you still refused to believe in it after I woke up."
"Who would have thought that you'd be the believer and I'd be the stubborn one, aye?" Killian said, earning a gentle slap from her.
"Well, you do have a point," she conceded. She got up and grabbed his hand before heading towards the bedroom. "Now about the other thing...I don't have that dress anymore, it got stained with wine and ruined," she stopped to admire the pout Killian directed at her. Emma stood on her tiptoes to kiss it away and then breathe against his lips. "I might have something else to make it up to you, though."
He wiggled his eyebrows, bending to pick her up and carry her bridal style to the bedrom, kicking the door shut behind them.