20 weeks- gender reveal ultrasound

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time

Killian shifted nervously in his chair. It was their "big appointment" where they would check the baby for all sorts of defects... And hopefully be able to tell if their bean was a boy or a girl. Emma sat next to him, one hand on her belly while her other squeezed his arm affectionately. "Stop worrying so much. It'll be fine."

He could hear that she was nervous too. "I know, love." He wrapped his arm around her, anxiously waiting for the nurse to call her name. Once they'd been escorted to the ultrasound room and Emma had settled into the recliner, he pulled his chair beside her and grabbed her hand.

"So, last guess: what do you think- boy or girl? " she asked. She'd heard so many old wives' tales about gender, and although this pregnancy had gone smoother than Henry's, she wasn't sure if that was because he was having a girl this time, or because her life was so much less crazy now. "I really don't know."

"I've absolutely no clue," he admitted. "As long as the bean is healthy, I'll be content with either." He didn't really plan on adding just one more child to their little family anyway (not that he'd bring that up just yet) so whatever they had, there was plenty of opportunity to have the other.

The ultrasound tech came in and started the exam, first checking to make sure that everything was normal. She showed them the baby's little brain, heart, belly, arms and legs, and took measurements to make sure everything looked perfect. Killian was still mesmerized by the technology, and to everyone's relief, it all checked out.

"Ok, moment of truth: do you want to know what you're having?"

Emma spoke for them, "yeah, we want to know."

The tech moved the wand over Emma's belly, getting just the right look and stopped, laughing. "Alright, we've got an answer..."

Killian and Emma stared at the screen, breath held as they waited.

"He's a boy. There's no missing that." She circled a part of the ultrasound that showed something between the baby's legs. "Definitely a boy." Killian looked at Emma, the tears in his eyes meeting hers. A son. They were having a son. He was having a son. The tech left the room to show the doctor the scans, just to confirm the results, leaving them alone for a moment.

"Guess we need to start working on boys' names," she said with a smile.

"You OK, darling? You're not disappointed it's not a girl, are you?" He had worried that having another boy would be hard for Henry, and, since she already had a son, that Emma would want her second child to be female.

She laughed. "God, no, I love coming home to my guys, and Henry told me he was secretly hoping for a little brother, so it's perfect." She paused, running her fingers through his hair. "Besides, isn't having a son to carry on the Jones name kind of a big deal where you're from?"

He paused, wondering if it even mattered after so long. He'd been the "last Jones" for hundreds of years. "I can't say it means nothing to me. But I would have been just as happy with a girl, love."

"Well, we'll try for the girl next time," she said with a sly smile. "Just, not too soon. One infant at a time."

He smirked at her, raising a challenging eyebrow. "I'm not the only one who can't keep their hands to themselves, darling."

Dr. Whale came in, confirming the healthy results and the little one's gender as the tech printed out several pictures for them to take home, and made a follow-up for 4 weeks. On the way home, they met up with Henry at Granny's.

"So?" He asked excitedly as soon as they walked in. "What is it?"

There were two hot chocolates and a tea waiting on the table. Killian had to hand it to Henry: he was an observant boy, and growing up fast. In a few years, he'd be practically a man. The thought was a little bittersweet.

"Guess," Emma challenged, slapping on her best poker face and taking a sip of her chocolate, passing the picture that showed the baby's gender across the table.

Henry stared for a moment, then looked at Killian who was trying (and failing) to hide a wide smile. "Look at him," he pointed to Killian. "It's totally a boy. You're so going to be out-numbered, Mom."

She laughed. It was true. She could only imagine the amount of trouble her three guys would get into together. "Hey, I'm counting on you to help me out. This one," she pointed at Killian,"is more of a kid than you are sometimes!"

"Oi! That's not true!"

The rest of dinner was spent with the group recounting stories of their adventures together- during which Henry decided that Killian's slight propensity for immaturity was what made him a "cool stepdad," a decree that worked just fine for everyone. They hopped into the yellow bug and headed home together, since tonight was Emma and Killian's turn to have Henry for the weekend. After piling onto the couch, watching The Avengers and eating way too many Oreos, they all turned in for the night.

As she drifted off to sleep, the feeling of Killian's fingers brushing over her hip and back soothing her, Emma smiled to herself. Her three boys had stolen her heart, and that was just fine by her.