5 months later-

Emma lay in bed next to Killian who was rubbing her very large stomach and feeling for any kicks. Their son Henry was upstairs not sleeping at almost midnight but instead he was a normal almost fifteen year old boy staying up as later as he can get away with to play video games. It was a Friday she wasn't going to disturb him. Let him play his games as long as he could. Within the next week or two they would have two tiny interruptions to daily life. Emma couldn't wait She looked out her bedroom door across the hall into the nursery that lay beyond. Pink filled every corner of the room. She had protested that just because the babies were girls did not mean they had to have pink. Her boys had disagreed with her they had taken her home and convinced her to nap. While she slept they had gone shopping and outfitted a whole nursery and when she woke up they were busy putting together a second crib. The matching crib across the room the pink bedding in it was crooked and there was a little blonde haired ballerina doll with a pink tut and a tiny pink elephant. She burst into tears after seeing them and clutched the elephant to her chest. Killian had rolled his eyes. Her hormones were something he was ready to go back to normal.

"Two more weeks Killian and our precious bundles will be here." Emma said as she absently ran her fingers through the hair at his nape. He turned his head and placed a kiss to her belly and then another before lifting his head and kissing her. I can't believe we made this. He said rubbing his hands over her belly.

"These," Emma corrected. She shifted uncomfortably, finding a happy spot to be comfortable in. She shifted her weight and felt something dribble down her leg. "Honey?" She reached for Killian's hand and shook it madly. He was half asleep.

"Chocolate or Vanilla this time?" He asked sleepily.

"My water broke." She murmured, he opened his eye halfway and looked at her.

"It's okay, I'll fix it." He closed his eyes then snapped them open again. "Is it time?"

"I'm pretty sure when your water breaks that means yes."

"But we're too early."

"Tell them that." Emma said pointing to her belly.

Killian dashed around the room getting his clothes on and hollering for Henry. He went to their dresser grabbed the keys and tossed them to an unsuspecting Henry at the doorway. "Go start the van for me, the babies are coming. We gotta go."

Henry stood in the doorway for another minute his wide eyes going to his mother's huge stomach and when it all sank in he said, "Holy Shit."

"Watch your language!" Both his parents yelled at once.

They arrived safely to the hospital, checked into a room and Emma was settled into a bed. They told Killian labor can take several hours and he should get some coffee and then try to make his wife as comfortable as possible. His wife, He never tired of hearing those words. Killian and Emma had been married about five months into her pregnancy and the following week he had officially adopted Henry making them the Jones family. An ordinary family who lived in Bar Harbor Maine, Killian built boats for a living and Emma was a private investigator. They had a nice normal life. But that was about to change as his wife was now ready to give birth to their twin daughters. Life would never be the same.

Killian turned to push the door open with his back since his hands were full. He carried a large cup of ice in one hand the one that was a prosthetic, Years ago he had lost his hand in boating accident but Emma loved him anyway. In his other hand he held a steaming cup of coffee and hooked under his arm was a can of soda for Henry. They were a family so they were in the delivery room together. He walked in and Emma glared at him. "Is that coffee?" Emma asked. "You brought coffee in here? I can't believe you." He smiled and walked over to kiss her forehead and she pulled away from him but he kissed her on the cheek instead.

"I will buy you the largest cup pf coffee I can every day from Starbucks when you can drink Coffee again as penance."

"Don't think for a second I will forget you said that." She grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him in for a big kiss.

Henry pretended to make gagging noises and laughed at them. "Isn't that how we all got here in the first place?"

"Swan, I think our boy here has a right smart mouth on him and he needs to be taught a lesson." Killian looked at Henry with a gleam in his eye and Henry just laughed.

"Killian, "Emma said with force, He turned to look at her and she finished. " Don't kill him! We need him for those runny poop diapers."

"Good point my love. I guess I can let him live." He caught henry in a headlock and planted a kiss to the boy's head before releasing him.

"You guys are so not funny." Henry held up his phone and took a picture of Killian. "Go stand by mom and I'll take your picture."

Killian obliged and henry took a picture then as a contraction came Emma grabbed his hands and squeezed her eyes shut against the pain. Killian brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed them willing the pain to go away. Henry snapped another picture and neither of them noticed it.

Henry walked around taking pictures of them every five minutes. The doctor came as Emma was riding the waves of another contraction. "You are dilated to ten centimeters, I think we're ready to give it some big pushes and get these babies out, what do you think Mrs. Jones? Are you ready for this?"

Emma nodded. "Yes, I want to hold my babies." She said.

The doctor sat on a stool at the edge of the bed and after what seemed like hours he informed her that the baby's head was crowning. Henry decided to go to see before she could tell him not too he went to the foot of the bed and looked over the doctor's shoulder. Slowly he lowered the camera and walked back up to her head. Killian laughed at the boy and told him he looked a little green. "There's a lot of blood and that doesn't look normal." Emma was too busy to ask him how he knew what a normal vagina should look like.

"What do you mean a lot of blood?" Killian hollered. The doctor assured him it was a normal amount of blood for a birth. Killian being the overprotective husband decided to look for himself. He moved to the foot of the bed just as the head of the first baby pushed through. He looked at it turned a very interesting shade of green then took two steps and fell flat on his face.

"Killian! " Emma screamed then she moaned out in pain as she pushed to get the baby's shoulders out.

"He is just fine Mrs. Jones. He's passed out is all. Looks like the men in your life get a little woozy at childbirth. You're strong, you can do this. One more big push and we can get this little girl out to see her mommy. Young Mr. Jones I need you to go to the head of the bed and hold your mom's hands the nurses here are more than willing to look after your dad we need you to help bring your sisters into this world."

Henry did as instructed one more push and they could hear the baby crying Henry and Emma laughed and the nurse brought her over to show Emma. The tiny baby was very angry and had a head full of dark hair just like her father. Emma gritted her teeth as another contraction hit indicating baby 2 was ready to be born. Henry held her hand tight as the nurse used smelling salts to wake Killian up. He blinked several times and realized what had happened and the tips of his ears turned pink.

After both babies were cleaned the nurse brought them to Emma and Killian. He sat on the edge of the bed next to Emma a tiny yawning bundle of joy wrapped in a pink blanket in his arms, the twin in Emma's. Both babies had a lot of black hair and Bright blue eyes when they had them opened, The smaller of the two weighed in at a five pounds 4 ounces and 19 inches long and the other weighed in at five pounds even and was 21 inches long. Both had a good strong set of lungs.

Henry took several shots of the family then asked, "So who's who?"

Killian smiled at Emma, they had kept the names a secret from Henry. It had started out as a joke then they decided to torture him and not tell, Henry had tried to guess several times deciding that Henrietta was a good name for both girls. Killian walked the infant over to Henry and with one hand on his shoulder he forced the boy to sit then handed him the tiny baby, she twisted in his grasp and looked up at him with open blue eyes. "This is Faith Olivia Jones. " Killian said. He took the other baby from Emma and brought her over for him to hold," Hope Charlotte Jones." Henry was in love with them immediately, these were his baby sisters. He bent down and kissed the babies heads one by one. Killian picked up Henry's phone and took a picture of the boy holding both babies. It would later become Henry's screensaver.

The babies were two weeks old and Emma and Killian and Henry were exhausted. Hope was a night owl and Faith was happiest when being held. She didn't care who held her as long as someone held her. Emma tried to tell Killian that is was okay to let her cry for a few minutes that she would calm down. But he had not taken the idea very well. It was clear that at least one of the girls had Daddy wrapped around their finger. Henry on the other hand had read the baby book Emma picked up in the last week of her pregnancy about what to expect after the babies came home. He often came down and asked her questions. He could be seen holding one of the twins at the dinner table while doing his homework. Emma loved her boys but she couldn't wait till Killian went back to work so she could have some alone time with her babies. She would miss Killian but she couldn't wait for one on one with the twins or one on two with them.

The babies' first birthday rolled around a lot faster than anyone had expected. The girls still had dark hair and bright blue eyes they Faith had her father's pointed ears and Emma dubbed her little elf. They were two very healthy loving toddlers who were constantly on the move. Emma and Killian learned that nothing was safe when in the direct eyesight of the babies. Hope, who been walking for a month had attempted to flush Henry's cellphone, more than once. Faith had learned to run sooner than walking at least her parents had felt it was a true statement. She often took off running at diaper changing, naked. Last week one of the girls had broken a vase that Emma's former boss had given her and Killian for a wedding present. It was very expensive and very ugly and completely in the babies' reach. It was a strong reminder that they had toddlers and it was time to baby proof the house. Emma loved her girls and would pass up the chance to own fifty expensive vases just to have a minute to snuggle her babies.