David can't believe his eyes. Blinking a few times, he's still under the impression he's seeing things, but with the man who looks like him, David Nolan, wearing the same baffled expression on his face, he has a feeling he knows exactly what's going on. He just doesn't know why.

"What the bloody hell? You stole my devilishly handsome looks," Killian accuses as he steps closer, studying David uncomfortably. He lifts a finger, trying to poke David's cheek, but he brushes it away, scolding him. The pirate peers down scanning him from head to toe in disbelief. "And you're wearing my leather pants?!"

"Yeah, so? You stole my charming looks!" David points out and starts circling himself, studying the person who appears to be Prince Charming as though he were going to find something different or strange about him. But no, it was his body; everything was still intact.

"Yeah, and I would gladly give them back, mate," Killian snaps as he begins doing the same, taking in the situation by observing his own body.

David frowns. "Hey, you should be lucky to look like me."

The pirate rolls his eyes. "Aye, I'm absolutely thrilled if you couldn't tell," he mutters sardonically.

"How did this happen?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I woke up in your bed like this."

David lashes out, wrapping his hand around Killian's neck and pushing him towards the door, rage glowing in his eyes.

Killian groans, pushing him off. "What the bloody hell was that for?"

"You woke up in bed with my wife!" David shouts, grabbing the lapels of his own jacket.

Killian shoots him a bewildered look and shoves him away. "You woke up in bed next to my wife!"

Seriously? Did he really just say that? "She's my daughter!"

Killian shrugs him off, brushing his hands over the jacket to smooth it out, his voice calmer as he speaks, "Well still… I know how Emma gets; she can be a bloody siren at times." Killian's lips widen into a smirk. "In fact there are some mornings when I wake up and she's—"

"Okay, that's enough!" David interrupts quickly. "I don't wish to hear about your adventures with my daughter in bed. I've already heard enough as it is!"

Killian arches a brow in curiosity. "Really? What did she say?"

David shakes his head, holding up his hands in surrender. "Oh no, I'm not repeating them. Let's just say, I know far too much about yours and Emma's sex life than I ever cared to know about, and I left the bedroom feeling molested by my own daughter."

Killian grins, appearing to be amused by his distress. "She swatted your—my bottom, didn't she?"

David sighs, exasperated. "Yes, okay. She also kissed me on the lips, so can we just drop it?"

Killian frowns. "She kissed you? When Snow tried to kiss me, I ran away."

"She's my daughter!" David repeated, annoyed. "I couldn't just run away from my daughter, especially after everything she's been through," he explained, and at the same time, Killian's words finally sank in. "Wait, Snow tried to kiss you?!" he asks accusingly.

"No, David, she wanted a kiss from you, not me. She was breastfeeding the twins, but I did not look. I was an absolute gentleman, and when she wanted a kiss, I ran like the wind."

David eyes him in shock. "You did?"

"Aye. What kind of man do you take me for? I'm not about to encroach in on another man's life, even if I do look like you," he stated begrudgingly. "You should know by now—your daughter is the only woman for me in this realm, and every other one. If that ever changes, you have my permission to shove a bloody cutlass through my heart, because I'd have to be a man possessed to want anyone other than Emma."

David sighs in relief, comforted and calmed by his words. "You know I'd be happy to," he jokes with a smirk. "I'm sorry, I should've had more faith in you."

"It's okay, mate," Killian assures with a smile, and David catches him off guard by pulling him into a hug. Killian emits a soft chuckle and pats him on the back. "No harm done."

Things may be less tense between them, but David feels guilty about doubting his son-in-law; the situation they're in is a bit stressful to say the least. They still have no clue how they got this way.

"Ahem," the clearing of throats pulls David and Killian apart and they look towards the door, seeing two very unhappy women with wrinkled brows—one crossing her arms and one with her hands on her hips; both of them were pissed.

"So, this is the emergency you had to leave so quickly for?" Emma asks, glaring at the man who appears to be her husband, sending a shiver down David's spine.

"And this is why you couldn't even give me a kiss goodbye?" Snow adds with the same shrill tone.

Well, shit.

"Daddy!" Neal runs over to Killian, smashing into him and wrapping his arms around his legs.

"Heeey… kiddo," Killian says, kneeling down and returning the hug as he flashes David an apologetic smile.

"You two have a lot of explaining to do," Mary Margaret says, gaining their attention again as she picks up a crying Ruthanne from her stroller. Killian picks up Neal, making it believable that he's actually Charming.

David looks between his wife and children, and wants to go over and kiss her and hold them, all four of them, but alas he can't, seeing as he looks like Killian; that would be weird. Just as weird as if Killian (in David's body) went up to Emma and started making out with her. Okay, that might be a bit weirder—A LOT weirder—but as David glances at Killian, it looks as though he wants to do just that, and David nudges him in the side to rid all impure thoughts from the pirate's mind.

"Oomph," Killian groans, scolding David. "What was that for?"

"Quit looking at my daughter like that," he whispers so the ladies can't hear. "It's creepy."

Killian shrugs, an impish smirk curving his lips. "I can't help it. You're daughter's extremely irresistible when she's pissed."

"Well resist," David snarls through gritted teeth.

Killian sighs and sets Neal down, taking his hand as he walks over to Snow. "Of course, sweetheart, we'll explain everything tonight. Right now's not the best time," Killian says to soothe his mother-in-law as he lays a gentle hand on her arm.

Again, David's heart clenches, watching another man comfort his family. Emma gazes at him expectantly, her arms still crossed, and she looks unhappy, so he goes over to her and puts his arm around her shoulder, kissing her temple, but Emma's not very receiving at the moment and she doesn't mold into his embrace. David exchanges glances with Killian and both of them are wearing guilty expressions.

"Why tonight? Why can't you tell us what's going on right now?" Snow demands, scowling at Killian.

"Uh…" Killian stutters, scratching behind his ear.

Mary Margaret narrows her eyes at him. "What's wrong with your ear, David?"

"It's a surprise," Charming chips in. "We're planning a surprise for our lovely wives, and we don't want to ruin it."

Snow's eyes widen in curiosity. "A surprise?"

"I'm not buying it," Emma states firmly. "Did you forget that I can tell when people are lying?" she asks David.

"It's true. We had to meet here so as not to draw any attention." David curses himself as he speaks. He and Killian not only have to figure out why they've been cursed and how to reverse it, but now they have to think of a special surprise for their wives, and they have to think of something quickly.

"Well here," Margaret says handing Ruthanne over to Killian, placing her securely in his arms. "If you want to do something special for us, then you can watch our children and you and Killian can stay here at the station so Emma and I and can have a mother-daughter day."

Killian and David look at their wives in confusion. "Where will you be going?" Charming asks.

"We're not telling." Snow replies smugly, exchanging an unfathomable glance with her daughter. "It's between us ladies. Is that okay with you, Emma?"

Emma nods. "Sounds good to me."

Mary Margaret kisses her children goodbye and puts her arm around Emma's shoulder as they turn around and start walking away, not even kissing their husbands goodbye, which is for the best. As satisfying as it would be, David really doesn't want to sock his son-in-law in the nose.

"As soon as you two can figure out why you felt it was necessary to up and ditch your wives then we're just a phone call away," Emma calls out as they continue to the door.

The boys are left dumbfounded; neither of them was expecting that. Killian peers down at the baby in his arms before glancing up at David. "So, what now?"

Charming mocks him with a chuckle. "Now, it looks like you got exactly what you wanted."

Killian furrows his brows. "What do you mean?"

David shrugs. "Well, you said you wanted children of your own. Now you have them."

"Yeah, and you said you wished you could have time to sit around at Granny's sulking and feeling sorry for yourself," his son-in-law shoots back sarcastically.

Their eyes snap up, staring at each other as realization crashes over them at the same time.

"You wished this!" they both shout, pointing at each other accusingly. "This is all your fault!"

David thinks about their argument yesterday and recalls talking to Regina, and also the comment she'd made… "Hold on a bloody second," he exclaims and smirks a bit from the small accomplishment of sounding exactly like Killian, accent and all. "I know exactly who did this." Thinking about her words, he knows this was entirely her doing.

Killian's features wrinkle in puzzlement. "Who?"

"Regina. She joined me at the bar counter after you left and asked me what happened. I may have given her some details and she said something I just shrugged off at the time."

"What did she say?"

"She said, 'Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it'."

"Oh bloody hell. Why did you have to go and talk to Regina?" Killian asks, irritation laced in his words.

"I don't know. I didn't know she was actually going to grant my stupid wish; it was something I said out of anger and frustration," he grumbles with a sigh. "But I'll make her reverse it. Are you okay watching Neal and the twins while I'm gone?" David asks, looking between his son-in-law and children.

Killian emits an audible breath, but nods his head. "Of course, but you better fix this—quickly."

"Don't worry, I'm just as in a hurry as you are. If we don't fix this by tonight, your wife will probably never speak to you again."

Killian frowns as he stares cluelessly at David. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't my wife want to talk to me?"

David shakes his head; he shouldn't have said anything.

"Tell me," Killian demands.

Expelling a heavy puff of air, David rests his hands on his hips as he reluctantly answers. "Emma's expecting…" his voice trails off and he clears his throat. Could this day get any more uncomfortable?

David realizes the mistake of his hesitation when Killian's eyes light up and his mouth falls agape. "Emma's expecting?"

Shit.

"No, Killian…. that's not what I meant."

"So, Emma's not pregnant?"

"No—" David stumbles when he watches Killian's features fall in disappointment. "I mean—I don't know if she is or not; all I know is she's hoping to get pregnant soon, and she's hoping to give it another go tonight. I already had to reject her this morning; why do you think she was so pissed?"

Killian nods in understanding, a small smile curving his lips. Finally they're on the same page. "Told you she was a bloody siren."

David groans in disapproval. "Okay, I'm leaving so we can reverse this curse and prevent our wives from divorcing the two of us."

"You know, David, we could just tell them the truth," Killian suggests, as though it were that simple.

"Yeah, and tell Emma she tried to seduce her father?" David shakes his head. "I don't think so."

Killian's hands are full, juggling Ruthanne in one hand, trying to burp her while feeding Riley his bottle of formula in the other hand, and he's chasing after Neal from time to time, as the lad seems to be set out to destroy the Charmings' house. Killian should be grateful he has two hands for the time being, but at the same time he's exhausted. And it's only been two hours. David had went to Regina, trying to get her to lift the spell, but she only laughed out of amusement and said they had to figure out how to break it themselves. Which was fine. Really. Killian is fine with babysitting the little Charming monsters, he really is.

He has to admit, the kids are adorable. He definitely sees the resemblance between Ruthanne and Riley. The babies are twins, but act completely different from each other. The little lad is timid and shy, and turns his head away when he's around strangers, but it only adds to the cuteness of his blonde curls, big blue eyes, and his squishy, peach colored cheeks. The other twin however, is the opposite. She seems precious and innocent, always wearing little pink bows and barrettes in her chestnut curls, but he sees mischief and trouble behind the brightness in her cat-like green eyes and little smirk.

With heart eyes, he shamelessly swoons over their cuteness, bouncing the babies around, but Riley is less than pleased after the bottle is empty and Killian removes it from his mouth. The lad's cheeks redden and puff up as tears start to well up in his eyes, while the lassie spits up milk all down his shirt, despite the burp rag draped over his shoulder.

When Killian gives them their stuffed teddy bears and gets them to stop crying, he lays them in their cribs for a nap. He even gets Neal to lay down after the boy had tuckered himself out and begged Killian to tell him a story. He happily agreed and read him a fairy-tale book until Neal fell asleep.

Killian expels a heavy sigh and plops down on the couch, rubbing the temples of his forehead. He doesn't understand it—the Charming kids are always angels when he babysits them, but then he again he always takes them places and it's only for a small amount of time. But right now, he and Charming thought it'd be best for him to lay low for a while as David brings some books to the station and does some research on how to break a body-swapping curse.

He takes the opportunity to look at his phone, or rather, David's. They decided to keep the other's phone just in case someone tried calling them, expecting the owner of the phone to answer.

It's almost eight o'clock when the ladies come through the door, bearing shopping bags and hot drinks. Killian stands up, meeting them at the door to greet them and help them with their bags, but he doesn't really know what to say.

"You're awfully quiet," Snow notes with a smile as she sets down her drink and curls her hands around the back of his neck. Killian stiffens and needs to run away, but he knows that will make things worse between David and Snow, and he doesn't wish to do that.

Instead, he graces her with a weary smile. "Just tired is all."

"I know," Mary Margaret murmurs, her eyes flashing with guilt. "Look, David, Emma and I've been thinking... and we may have been a little hard on the two of you this morning."

Killian arches a brow in shock. "You were?"

"Yes, we both put you and Killian under a lot of stress—with Emma trying to get pregnant and you having to take care of the babies alone while I'm at work—we figured you were both just trying to take a break and have a little father and son-in-law time together."

"That's uh—that's exactly right, lo—dear." Of course, that's a brilliant explanation; why didn't he and David think of that?

Mary Margaret smiles up at him before placing a kiss to his cheek. He peers over her shoulder, gazing at Emma, and she appears to be… jealous? He's not really sure, but she looks sad, and his heart sinks watching her.

However, when David comes through the door, her face lights up with a smile and she immediately grabs him, trying to kiss him, but thankfully he pulls away.

"I believe you made a promise this morning," Emma says to the man who appears to be her husband. "It's time to go home and make good on that promise," she says with a seductive smirk as she flutters her lashes. David turns his head, looking at Killian with pleading eyes, silently begging for help, but Killian only watches, stifling a laugh. It's actually quite entertaining watching as David tries to fend off his daughter.

"Love, I'm still not feeling well." He's able to break away from her embrace, but now Emma's literally chasing him around the room, trying to grab and kiss him. Snow and Killian watch, thoroughly entertained.

Emma tackles Killian's body, sending them both to the couch and lands on him with a thud. She smothers David's face with kisses as he tries to turn his head to avoid her before she starts bursting into laughter. Snow also begins giggling, and Killian and David exchange confused glances as Emma sits up from the couch, helping David up.

"What's so funny?" he asks, breathless and bewildered, but Emma can't stop cackling.

"I'm sorry," she chokes out when the laughter finally dies in her throat. "I just can't believe Regina did this to you guys."

"Wait, you know?" David squeaks in astonishment.

Emma nods, her face red from laughing. "We ran into Regina at Granny's and she told us."

Killian and David sigh in relief.

"So, you thought it would be funny to mess with your father?" David asks, unamused.

"Sorry, Dad," she apologizes with a small smile. "Just be thankful it wasn't Mom chasing Killian around."

David frowns at the thought. "Believe me, I am."

"But seriously, I am sorry about this morning. I had no idea until a few hours ago." Emma's embarrassment starts to shine through and her cheeks are stained with red. She's so beautiful; Killian wants to hold her in his arms and comfort and kiss her, but he's still in David's body and he knows she's still off limits. Besides, if he's going to be affectionate with her, he certainly doesn't want that as long as he's in David's body. The thought makes his stomach churn.

"Did she tell you how to break this bloody spell?" David inquires in Killian's accented voice.

"Nope, you're on your own with that one," Emma replies. "She said it was up to the two of you to figure out how."

"Just great," Killian mutters with a sigh.

Emma glances at him before standing from the couch and going over to him, softly touching his cheek. Taking her delicate hand in his own, he closes his eyes, relishing her touch.

"So, what now?" David asks in agitation.

"Well, for now, I'm going to get some rest before the twins wake up," Snow says. "Thanks for watching them, Killian."

"Not a problem, love."

"Okay, sooo... who's going home with who?" Emma asks skittishly.

"Well, I for one would like to go to our own house and sleep in our own bed," Killian replies.

Emma arches a brow. "I'm not sure if sleeping in the same bed is a good idea. It might be weird since you look like my father," she points out. Like Killian needs to be reminded he's stuck in the prince's body.

"I agree with Emma. As much as I hate the idea, Killian, I think you and I should sleep on the couch in the other's home, to avoid any temptation, especially since I don't want to give my kids the wrong idea when it looks like their brother-in-law is sleeping in the same bed as their mother."

The other three nod in agreement and they end the night as planned as David goes home with Emma and he stays with Snow. Killian knows Emma's disappointed, considering they missed out on an opportunity to make a baby, but perhaps the night before was enough. Perhaps, after this is all fixed, Emma will be announcing her pregnancy; but of course, he hopes it doesn't take that long to mend this situation.

His hopes are slowly dwindling, though, when it's two days later and they haven't managed to find the answers in any books. He has an idea that this is all part of Regina's twisted plan, because how could there not be anything about body switching in the world of magic? It's highly unlikely.

By day four, he is frustrated beyond repair. The situation is overall uncomfortable and awkward. He has to wash his father-in-law's body everyday while David washes Killian's, which is beyond weird to say the least. Killian misses his body. He's not a vain person but he's a man of habit. His mornings pre-body swap typically involved pleasant morning sex with his love, trimming his stubble, lathering his chest hair while showering and applying his eyeliner. And now none of those things he gets the luxury of engaging in. Then again, maybe a couple of them he can do.

David is missing his family like crazy. Of course he gets to see them everyday and he gets to spend more time with his daughter, but things aren't the same when he doesnt get to wake up next to his wife in the morning or help her get the babies fed and changed, and give them hugs and kisses. He's cursed himself every morning since he's woken up in Killian's body. Why did he have to say those stupid things the other night? He loves being a father, he loves holding his children in his arms and tucking them into bed. These were and still are his life goals. Now he's reduced to waking up in the morning on his daughter's couch to a room full of silence instead of the sound of his crying babies. The first couple of days in Killian's body, he walked to the station, receiving odd looks because he wasn't wearing any eyeliner, so he had to have his daughter put it on him because he didn't know how. And not only that, he has to show a ridiculous amount of chest hair to not raise any suspicion. Oh, how he misses his life as David Nolan.

His thoughts are abruptly interrupted when the front door flings open and Killian emerges, shutting it behind him. David sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Killian, I know it's your house, but since you're not staying here at the moment, maybe you could knock?" he grumbles, his voice edged with sleep.

Killian scoffs. "Like you and Snow are always so considerate about knocking," he remarks sarcastically.

David's eyebrows furrow as he frowns at his son-in-law. It's far too early to argue with him. "When have we not knocked?"

Killian rolls his eyes. "Oh I can think of a few instances where either you or Snow bursted through the door with some sort of town crisis and interrupted a few quiet moments between Emma and I," Killian points out with a sneer as the corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk. "Although I wouldn't say they were all that quiet. Your daughter can be quite vocal—"

"Alright, that's enough," David groans, putting up his hands to stop Killian from continuing. It's far too early for this. "Now, unless you found a way to break this god-awful spell then I don't care to hear another word from you," he says bitterly.

"Apologies, David," Killian mumbles, guilt flashing in his eyes. "I assure you, I wish to lift this spell just as much as you do. But since we're stuck like this, I figured we may as well make the most of it."

David raises a suspicious brow. "And how do you suppose we do that?"

Charming is sorry he even asked the question when Killian goes into the bathroom and comes back with black eyeliner.

"Just hold still. I'm not finished yet."

David sighs, exasperated. "Is this really necessary? I have Emma to do this for me."

"Aye, but to keep me sane, I need this," Killian replies, continuing to apply the black kohl around his eyes. "I need to do something of my normal routine; don't you feel the same about the activities you're accustomed to partaking in everyday?"

David thinks about that for a second and he has to admit that, yes, he knows exactly what Killian means. "Yeah, I miss hearing the twins in the mornings and I miss having Neal jump on my stomach waking me up and I miss falling asleep next to my wife and awaking in our bedroom next to each other," he professes with a nostalgic smile.

"Ah, see. Well maybe we can make one of those things happen." Killian pulls a device out of his jacket and presses play.

David chuckles, hearing the twins' prerecorded cries. "Thanks," he says taking it. "But hopefully I won't have to use it for much longer."

When Killian finishes, he holds up a small mirror for David to look through. "There. Much better."

"If you say so," David says with a chortle.

Killian hands him the eyeliner, and Charming eyes him in confusion. "Here, it's my turn. You should learn how to put in on anyway. We don't know how long we're going to be stuck like this."

David shakes his head. "I am not putting eyeliner on myself."

Killian frowns, his lips forming into a pout. C'mon Dave, do a son-in-law a favor. I miss wearing it."

David exhales a heavy sigh and takes the liner stick. "Fine. But if I poke my eye out, I'm blaming you." He lifts his hook, pressing it under Killian's chin to keep him still, slowly and carefully inching the end of the eyeliner to the frame of his left eye. As he applies the kohl, he can't help but think how ridiculous this is, but the looks and laughs they receive from their wives is well worth the effort.

It's day five when Killian and David are sitting in the Charming living room on the couch with the children. Killian is holding Ruthanne in his arms while Riley is snuggled up against David's chest and Neal is passed out on the end of the sofa.

Their wives are at work, so they both decided to double team the kids today, and finally got the three of them calm at the same time, which is a rare occurrence.

David turns off the television, turning his head to look at Killian. He smiles, seeing the spark in his son-in-law's eyes as he peers down at his baby sister-in-law. David has to admit, the sight is something to appreciate, and not only because he's seeing himself instead of Killian. "You know, Killian… I have to admit I was wrong about what I said before."

Killian looks up at him, his brows creased in confusion. "Wrong about what?"

David emits a long sigh. He's not sure if he should admit this because Killian might let it go his head, but he figures he does owe him an apology. "About you not being ready to become a father."

Killian's eyes widen in shock.

"You've really done a great job with Neal and the twins, and I… I'm really sorry about what I said before. I honestly think you'd be a great dad," he admits earnestly.

His son-in-law swallows thickly as he stares at David in bewilderment. "And I'm sorry for the things I said, Dave. I'm sorry for saying it was easy to raise children, because it's really not…" A smile curves Killian's lips as he glances at Ruthanne again. "But it certainly is rewarding."

"So, helping with the children hasn't deterred you from wanting babies of your own?" Charming asks curiously.

Killian shakes his head, his eyes averting to David's. "No… if anything, it's made me want one of my own even more. And I wish things could go back to the way they were so I could have that chance with Emma again."

"I do too," David agrees with a warm smile. "You deserve it... son."

Killian is taken off guard as he stares at him in shock, and even David's surprised.

"I miss my kids driving me crazy all the time. I miss my exhausting, hectic life with my wonderful wife, and I wouldn't trade it for the world," David confesses. "I wish I could be a father again."

Killian's grin widens as he pats David on the shoulder. "You still are... Dad."

There's a flash of light and David feels a floating sensation, a white glow surrounding his own body and blinding him until he's looking at Killian and holding Ruthanne in his arms instead of Riley. Disoriented, they both look down at themselves before grinning up at each other. Both of them laugh, swarmed with relief. David can't believe that's all it took to break the spell.

Killian stands up and rushes to the mirror by the front door, grinning smugly. "Ah, I'm devilishly handsome again."

They clasp onto the other's hand tightly and securely, both of them gripped with nerves as they patiently wait for the results. After another four months of not being able to conceive, both Killian and Emma decided to get checked out.

He'd never imagined how terrifying this would be. The 'not knowing' was torture and honestly, he didn't know how the two of them were able to keep themselves together. But they made it this far, so they're hoping for the best.

When Whale finally enters the room after what feels like an eternity, Killian and Emma sit on the very edge of their seats and hold their breaths, the anticipation growing by the second.

But the expression on the doctor's face is not very encouraging.

"Well, what did you come up with," Killian asks impatiently. "Can we have a baby or not?"

Exhaling a long, depleted sigh, Whale shakes his head. "Afraid not. At least not the natural way."

Killian's heart sinks, his hopes and dreams immediately crashing before his eyes. "And why the bloody hell not?"

"Well, I hate to say this, Killian, but I'm afraid you're sterile. I guess your three hundred years of existence has caught up with you. You're just too old to impregnate Emma," the doctor says, unaffected by his own words. "There are other options that you could explore, or perhaps you could adopt."

All of the air leaves his lungs and he looks at his Swan, expecting to see the disappointment in her eyes, and sure enough, he sees it surging through her emerald depths. Strings pull at his heart, and he's not opposed to adoption, but he has to admit he was looking forward to having a baby the natural way and going through everything that comes along with it. He knows Emma was too. Now it's clear he will never get that chance. Not with his own sperm, and there's something emasculating about that. It's unnerving. And it doesn't help that the doctor's laughing at him, taunting him.

"Sorry mate, you'll never have babies of your own. Maybe Emma's better off getting knocked up by someone else."

Killian's eyes fly open and he gasps, sitting up, sweat dripping down his forehead. His heart is pounding erratically as he tries to catch his breath, even though he was never in any danger.

"Baby? You okay?"

The sound of Emma's voice soothes and calms him as he turns his head to look at her. "Aye, it was just a bad dream, love." He leans down to kiss her cheek, breathing heavily. "Sorry I woke you."

"It's okay," Emma murmurs softly as she extends a hand to him. "You're just stressed out and excited, which is completely understandable. Maybe you'd feel better if you held us?"

Killian flashes a weak smile and settles his head back into the pillow, taking her hand. He's beyond excited, but stressed, not so much. In fact he hasn't really been stressed in seven months, since before his own body was returned to him. He's waited a long time for this; they both have.

Pulling his arm around her side and laying his hand on her stomach, he snuggles closer to his wife, burying his face in her hair. He tucks his hand underneath her shirt, caressing and rubbing her pregnant belly in soothing circles, falling asleep with the comfort of knowing that in just six weeks they'll be blessed with twin babies they both made together. Although, if he were to count his blessings at the moment, one hand would not be enough. But he doesn't wish it any other way.