Summary: After the events of 4x11 our heroes have found themselves thrown into six weeks of absolute calm...but as any resident of Storybrooke knows, things rarely stay calm for long around these parts. Pregnancy, fluff, romance, action, angst - it'll have it all.

A/N : I've been a long time lurker and reader of the OUAT fan fiction, but haven't really had the courage to post any of my more recent writings. I tend to hide most of the stuff I write, but this wouldn't really get out of my head. I haven't written in quite some time - probably eight years or so - but when the muse strikes, you go with it. I'm far better at writing angst than anything else so this somewhat fluffy first chapter was hard for me to get through, but needless to say the rest of the story will be a bit more darker as I enter in the Queens of Darkness. This is based on the spoilers and speculation that has been surrounding a possible pregnancy (most are running with Outlaw Queen) but I wanted to have some fun before this goes against canon come March.

Cracked this out pretty quick, so I'll come back after my work shift to edit it a bit more seriously. Thanks for the read! Let's all try to get through this awful hiatus, haha!

Pairings: CaptainSwan, Snowing, and Outlaw Queen.

Spoilers: Yes. Canon up to 4x11 and speculative spoilers are pretty much the basis for the story.

Rating: T - might be bumped to M, if I so fancy later on. No idea where this is going, haha!

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"Oh thank Gooooood, I needed this." Bringing the steaming styrofoam cup up to her lips, Emma sucked in a deep breath. Inhaling the sweet aroma of the liquid inside, a content sigh escaped her lips. Emma tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she sipped the coffee inside. Pure bliss. This was pure freakin' bliss.

"Would you like a moment alone?" Snapping her head back up, Emma smirked towards her father who sat hunched at his desk with a bemused look on his face.

"I feel like I haven't slept in years. This coffee is the greatest thing that has happened since…I don't even know." Emma hadn't been sleeping well, not since that business with Rumplestiltskin and Hook's - no…Killian's - heart. Every night when she closed her eyes and drifted aimlessly in sleep, her dreams always took her back to the same scene. Over and over, she stood in paralyzed fear with her arm uselessly reached into the air and watched as his glowing - stupid beautifully glowing heart - was crushed in Gold's hand. A cackle would escape from behind Gold's ridiculous impish grin and Killian would fall with a soft thud, completely lifeless. As Emma watched, unable to let the scream that bubbled with panic and fear and unbelievable devastating sadness rip from her chest, what was left of Killian's love for her would crumble into absolute nothingness.

Each night it was the same. She'd wake up with her sheets sticking to her sweaty body and her pillow damp from the tears that she couldn't control in her unconscious moments. It pissed her off. Her only saving grace was the cheap coffee that constantly brewed at the station since her and David had practically lived there for the last few weeks, trying to sort of the mess of the paperwork and files that seemed to be out of order since the last curse hit. Purple skin sagged under eyes and she knew that she looked like a mess, even with reassuring herself every morning and evening that Killian was alive and well. Not only was sleep evading her every evening from the nightmares, but her nights with her pirate were often filled with pleasurable moments and boy-o-boy did that take up quite a bit of time. Feeling a warm blush creep over her neck and across the apples of her cheeks, Emma had to force her grin into her coffee cup at the mere thought of him.

"Is everything okay? Do you need to talk, Emma?" Oh, shit. She had forgotten David was even there.

"Fine, fine. Just been busy with helping Regina and trying to get the town back in to order, you know." She almost missed the brief flash of concern that rippled across her father's face before it slipped back to his boyish grin.

"Ahhh, yes. Operation Mongoose, right? How's that going?"

"Slow. It's going slow." They had hit a wall since finding the library full of empty storybooks much to the dismay of Henry and Regina. The first few days after they had sent the Arendelle clan back to their land through the portal were not easy ones. Regina, even with the new excitement over Operation Mongoose, had locked herself up in her mansion and townspeople wanted answers. A town meeting was called. Overall it went exactly how Emma knew that the townspeople of Storybrooke always acted during a crisis…chaotic. Belle had been seen for a few moments at the meeting but since then had remained locked away at Granny's with a few visits from Ruby and Snow. Snow had mentioned that she hadn't stepped foot back at the home above Rumple's shop and Snow had been ferrying herself back and forth to grab items for the librarian. Emma's heart felt a pang of sadness as she thought of Belle. She knew what it felt like to be betrayed and lied to by someone you love. They weren't necessarily easy emotions to work though, but Emma couldn't bring it upon herself to face the awkwardness that was going to be the conversation that happened between the two of them yet.

That brought her back to Killian. The night she had shoved his heart back into her chest was one of the worst nights of her life so to no surprise, she had run. Ran to go be the Savior again, ran to go do anything that took her away from the damn hurt and choking fear she felt when she looked at him. It wasn't until Regina made the comment that she was being a "complete and utter disgraceful product of true love" if she herself was going to run away from the "damn pirate". Something had clicked in her that night and suddenly her heart, as broken and shambled as it was, was all his. She left the abandoned mansion with a quick kiss to her son and broke nearly every traffic law as she raced to Granny's - and the rest, as they say, was history. After years of running from the damn man, she practically leapt into his arms that night.

It had been six weeks since then, nearly to the day, and the town had settled into a quiet - if not calm - peace. Henry was back at school and seen often with a gaggle of boys that she recognized as being from Neverland. It warmed her heart to know that he was slipping back into more of a normal life for a thirteen year old and she recognized the smile that reached his eyes as the one she saw often back in New York. A peaceful, happy smile. Emma would spend the evenings she had Henry camped out at the loft, usually watching Netflix and in the words of her father "enjoying the good moments". Sometimes Killian would find himself over and they'd watch the films and DVDs together, although Emma was more of a third wheel on these occasions. Sometimes the seventh wheel when David and Mary Margaret were there. She didn't mind one single bit.

"Well at least Regina is working towards bettering herself. Something can be said about that." She had forgotten he was there again. Damn. She really was sleep deprived. Shaking her head, as though to clear the internal cobwebs, Emma sipped the rest of her cooling coffee. Shuffling over to her desk and easing herself into the chair, her stomach churned a bit. While cursing herself for putting so much sugar in her coffee, she tossed the empty cup into the trash can underneath her desk.

"Yeah, I was a bit concerned after the whole…well you know, saying good-bye to her true love - or whatever - but she seems to be surprising us all." David nodded his head and opened his mouth as though he was about to respond when his phone chirped and vibrated on his desk. Holding up a finger to Emma, he picked up the phone quickly. Must be Snow, Emma thought with a wry smile.

"Hey you." Nodding his head a few more times and smiling a wide grin that for a second Emma thought was going to break his face.

"Did he really now? I have to see this! We will meet you at Granny's in fifteen!"

Emma straightened up in her desk a bit as she watched David stand up and shrug into his jacket that had been hanging on the back of his chair.

"What's up?"

"Snow says that Neal just said Dada! She wanted to grab some sandwiches at Granny's for some lunch and I think this is an excellent time to take a break from all this *ahem* pressing paperwork." With a sly grin, he walked towards Emma with his hand outstretched to help her into coat.

Sandwiches. Oh my god - sandwiches. With tangy mustard and buttery mayonnaise and salty ham. Emma's mouth began to salivate at the idea of a damn sandwich. Had she eaten breakfast? Why couldn't she remember if she had eaten breakfast?

"That's the best idea I've heard all day. Let me send a text to Killian to see if he wants to join us." This time Emma didn't miss the look that cross her father's face and she had to stifle a giggle at the protective frown that easily overtook that smile that had been there seconds before. She knew David had long since began to accept Killian and they had even become "mates" over the last few months, but at times an overprotective side would rear its head.

"The pirate, huh? He has to come?" The gruff voice was an act and Emma saw right through it.

"Oh I know you two have been waiting for a moment alone together for the last week now, wouldn't want to spoil that now would I?" Emma shot right back at him. With a soft chuckle and linking his arm into Emma's, they walked out of the sheriff's station towards the diner.

This sandwich, God, if it didn't hurry up she was going to pull out her gun. Everyone and their cousin twice removed was crammed into the diner this afternoon and the Charming family had been shoved into a booth in the far corner of the restaurant near the bathroom. Ruby was manning the front of the restaurant and Emma was trying to catch her eye every few minutes, but it seemed as though her friend was completely oblivious to them. A hot white rage came out of nowhere and bubbled in Emma's chest as her stomach gave another unsettling groan.

She'd climb another beanstalk for a sandwich.

She'd sail to Neverland again for that sweet and salty pickle.

She'd probably fight another flying monkey for even a crumb of a chip.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Emma tapped her foot in impatience. She hadn't even realized when she had become so hungry, but now the idea was in her head. It was eating away at her. Oh god, she was making puns now in a hunger induced, sleep deprived stupor.

Snow sat in the corner with a large diaper bag half overbearingly invading Emma's space. David sat across the table with a whole row to himself. Why the hell didn't he have the damn diaper bag over there?! An irritation gnawed at her, itching and scratching, and she had no idea where it had come from - but she had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with not hearing back from Killian. She had sent two texts and she'd be damned if she was going to send another. That - and possibly the velcro strap that was digging into her ass at the moment.

"DADADADADA!" The babbling was adorably cute and with a look to her little brother, she couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease. The kid's blonde tufts lay combed to one side and his little pudgy hands waved frantically about as he giggled and wriggled in Snow's arms.

"You hear that? He knows my name!" David's chest puffed out in pride as Snow looked on with a knowing look and soft smile.

"Killian couldn't join us, Emma?" There was that smile again. That cat-ate-the-canary smile that Snow had been sending her way for weeks on end.

"Where on Earth is our food?" She didn't mean for the snarl to come out. Honestly. But she had no idea what the hell her and Killian were yet - if there even was a word for it - and the all too knowing looks that Snow kept giving her these last few weeks whenever Killian wasn't around were enough to drive a sane person crazy. It had been six weeks but there had yet to really been a talk between her and her pirate. Even with all the quiet moments that they had been given, the conversation had just never come up. That night she had stormed the door of Granny's like she was going into battle, fists swinging, had ended in lots of things that had nothing to do with talking.

She knew that he loved her. She had hoped that these last few weeks had proven she loved him. Why did there have to be a discussion about it?

Again, Emma saw a quick glance exchange between her parents but before she had a chance to retort a plate came out of nowhere and slid in front of her.

"Sorry you guys. It's been a mad house all day today. One chicken salad, one hamburger, and one ham sandwich. Let me know if you need anything!" Ruby's back was already turned before she had even finished talking, practically running towards the table that four of the dwarves were currently sitting at.

Looking down at her plate, Emma picked up the sandwich without a second thought. Bringing it up to her lips - something felt wrong. Her stomach churned again with another growl and a waft of sour air hit her nostrils.

Her stomach lurched.

Suddenly she felt a watery taste in the back of her throat and knew what was coming. Leaping to her feet, she vaguely remembered hitting the table and feeling the gigantic diaper bag drop to the floor, as she rushed towards the bathroom.

With one last heave, Emma dragged the back of her hand across her mouth. Sick spotted the front of her t-shirt and her boots had fallen victim as well. Closing her eyes and taking a deep shaking breath, she tried to steady herself to stand.

Nope. Standing wasn't going to happen. Sliding down the sage-tiled wall and easing herself to a sitting propped position, Emma rested her clammy forehead on her knees. Where in the hell had that come from?

"Emma, honey - are you alright? Can I come in?" Snow's voice sounded oddly shrill though the door and Emma couldn't help the roll of her eyes.

"I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute."

"Emma, I can help. Do you need some water?" Emma heard a rustle and then a giggle squawk from the hallway followed by a sting of "DADADADAA". She must still be holding the kid.

The kid.

Neal.

….Neal….

SHIT.

Emma's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she found her face back in the bowl of the toilet, heaves again wracking her body.

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