Prompt: Their first Valentines Day as newlyweds is quickly approaching and Killian just wants the night to be perfect - all Emma wants is the perfect opportunity to finally tell her husband the secret she has been holding in for days.

They had been married for almost four months.

Four blissful months of going from best friends to husband and wife (and every wonderful little detail that it entailed). Emma wouldn't mention it to anyone – except maybe Mary Margaret - but the sex was beyond everything she had ever imagined during all the years she had pined after him. He was a gentle lover, considerate of her needs and wants, bending to her every fantasy and never hesitating to give her more.

And quite frankly, they had been going at it like bunnies every moment they could during those first few months of being married – and in every position and place imaginable too. Wall, floor, couch, stairs, bed – it didn't matter where to them. All that mattered to Killian and Emma was that their love was displayed physically (after all, the pair had never been one for words).

So somewhere in there, amongst the numerous sexual acts, someone was bound to make a mistake or two.

Emma wasn't sure how it had happened (or who's fault it was) but all that mattered now is that it did - and there was no going back.

All she had to do now was to figure out a way to tell her husband.

Her feet hurt.

(A long day on the job would do that to a woman).

All she wanted was to strip herself of every stitch of clothing and submerge herself in a nice bubble bath. The water would feel warm against her worn skin, her aching muscles relaxing beyond her control and – hopefully – she could feel her husband slip in behind her, his skin grazing against her own as he would scrub her body clean.

The pure thought of it all had Emma's core clenched with desire (the pure want and need that she still felt for her husband coursing wildly through her veins, even after all this time – not to mention how out of control her hormones were recently).

She finally came to a stop at the door to their apartment, muttering curses to herself when she couldn't dig the keys out of her purse. A groan of frustration passed her lips upon realization that she had left her keys at the office and Emma couldn't help but bang her head onto the wood of the door.

It opened on her in an instant, causing her to stumble, hands blindly reaching out for the doorframe to steady herself until a pair of arms wrapped around her, his chuckle light and blissful.

"Easy there, love," Killian cautioned, helping his wife inside and shutting the door behind her, his arms never leaving their place from around her. He beamed down at her, placing a kiss against her forehead (the indentation of the wood door still clearly marked on her skin and he really tried not to laugh at how adorable she looked). "Can't have my girl getting hurt on Valentine's Day."

She stopped, her heart faltering at his words (and she mentally replayed the days in the back corners of her mind, trying to remember what day it actually was).

"Killian…is that today?" Her voice wavered with uncertainty – his eyes hopefully and full of life – and she absolutely hated herself for not remembering.

He laughed (oblivious to the fact that Emma was mentally beating herself up for forgetting the day where she should have been showering him with affection), his smile lighting up the room instead. "Well according to my calendar it is the fourteenth day of February, plus the flower shop was full of other men rushing to get last minute gifts."

Eyebrows creased together, she frowned, her fingers running through her own hair in frustration. "Oh. I'm sorry it must have somehow slipped my mind. I've had a lot going on, you know?"

"Aye. Which is why I already have the perfect evening planned for us."

"Popcorn and Forrest Gump?" she questioned jokingly, plopping herself down on the couch and reaching for the remote.

"Oh no, no, no," Killian reassured, pulling her up from the couch (confusion settling across her face when his hand was placed at the small of her back) and walking her towards the dining area instead. "We are married now. I am not going to allow our first Valentine's Day as husband and wife to be watching some movie."

"But it's a tradition," she countered, a genuine pout on her lips.

For as long as she could remember, Killian and Emma had a long standing tradition on Valentine's Day to get together and watch Forrest Gump, buckets of buttery popcorn in their laps just waiting to be devoured. It was one of her favorite traditions because it allowed her to spend the day devoted to love with her very best friend (and secret crush, which neither exactly knew at the time).

Some of their best memories were formed on those fourteenth days of February (except for the few years that Killian dated Milah which Emma had dubbed the "lost years" – instead choosing to ignore those completely because of the unbearable heartbreak they had produced on those lonely nights).

"That's the thing about traditions, love," he spoke softly into her ear, pulling her from the daydreaming of memories long gone. "Sometimes you have to start new ones."

Her heart skipped at the sight before them – beautiful candlelit table set for two, a dozen red roses displayed as the centerpiece and it completely took Emma's breath away, much reminiscent of the night that he had originally proposed to her (whereas he was nervous and awkward then, now full of hope and delight).

He pulled the chair out for her, which she graciously seated herself in, the smile he had long been waiting for finally crossing her lips as she noticed the beautiful string of pearls placed in front of her – the ones that he had given her on her sixteenth birthday, the ones that she had worn on their wedding just months ago.

"May I, darling?" he questioned, picking up the necklace, silently awaiting her approval. She nodded and Killian gently swept her blonde locks to the side, hooking the necklace at the base of her neck with ease, placing a soft kiss (or two or three) to the side of her neck when he had finished.

A hum of content became lodged at the back of her throat, a pleasurable ache settling beneath her breastbone and Emma couldn't imagine life getting any better than this. She leaned back into his embrace, giving his arm a tug so that he was facing her. Her grin finally reached her eyes, mirroring his, and she placed her hands on either side of his face to pull her husband into a kiss.

"I love you, Killian Jones." Her lips brushed across his with every word, a sensual movement that already had her body hot and ready.

"And I you, Swan."

(No matter how long they had been married, Killian never seemed to drop the "Swan" nickname for her, even if she now was officially a Jones.)

With a comfortable sigh, she relaxed back in her chair. He wouldn't stop looking at her (as if she were the most precious and beautiful creature on earth, as if she had placed the sun and stars in the sky herself), and it made Emma even more nervous to divulge her secret.

(Right. The news. Somewhere between the couch and his lips sliding against hers, Emma had forgotten the talk she had been anticipating for days – somehow his kiss always seemed to do that, leaving her dizzy and lightheaded in the best way possible. She had just been waiting for the right moment, but she knew that news like this couldn't wait anymore. He had to know – he deserved to know now.)

"It's all absolutely beautiful, Killian," she began, watching him as he stood up and began walking towards the kitchen, "but before we get started there's actually something I needed to talk to you about."

"One moment. Allow me to get the wine," was his muffled reply from inside the kitchen.

"No wine."

She winced at her own words – they were so obvious – just as Killian's head popped from around the corner in the kitchen.

"Come again?"

Emma squeezed her laced hands together, closing her eyes with a deep breath and willing herself to just tell him already. "I…um, would rather stay completely sober tonight."

(A lie, of course)

His eyebrows raised in question, setting the bottle back and sauntering towards her, the fabric of his dark gray Henley just itching to be touched and grabbed and torn (and god her hormones were already completely out of control).

"If you wish," he shrugged his shoulders as he approached her, reaching down to unlatch her hands and instead lace them with his, fingers perfectly interlocking. "I just want tonight to be perfect."

Emma laughed, smirk crossing her mouth in amusement. He seemed a bit taken aback by her response at first but his conscience was eased when she stood up and pressed herself against him, shoulder to hip, and she could already feel him stirring against her with pure unbridled lust.

"No need to seduce me, Killian," Emma purred, her fingers working their way between his dark, messy locks and a low growl emanated from his throat at the sensations her nails against his scalp were causing. "Sex is pretty much guaranteed tonight, even if I am bone tired."

"Speaking of…" His voice became low and husky and completely full of promise. The irises of his eyes grew dark with need and Emma's stomach instantly clenched with the intensity of his gaze. "Dinner won't be ready for another thirty minutes. It gives us plenty of time to enjoy some other pleasurable activities."

"Is that so?" she questioned seductively, wrapping her arms around Killian's neck, hands tickling the base of his hairline, before pulling his mouth down to hers, their lips instantly locking.

The heat was unbearable (which was saying a lot considering the short, sleeveless dress she was wearing) and it didn't take long for Killian to hitch one of her legs around his when their tongues finally met.

It was sloppy, rushed (and there was more passionate need than the gentle loving that Killian had planned for but god, she just needed him – inside her, around her, against her, everywhere at once – completely and utterly hers).

"Killian," she finally panted breathlessly against him when he began to kiss the slope of her neck instead. "There's something I really need to tell you."

But he didn't stop (and as much as she needed to speak with him before things got heated, she didn't want him to), instead working one of the straps of her dress down so that he exposed her chest, his hand finding her hardening pink nipples and rolling them between his fingers.

He ignored her weak protest (which only seemed to turn them both on even further), his mouth finding hers once more as he walked them back in the kitchen, pressing her against a counter before lifting her onto it, sandwiching her writhing body between the marble countertops and his scorching form.

"God, I love you so much," he growled against her mouth, causing a surge of lust to run through her form. Emma's legs wrapped around him and a moan was exhaled by both when the denim along his growing erection pressed perfectly against her soaked underwear, the fabric of her dress now hitched up around her waist.

"Your lips," Killian started, giving several sort pecks to the part he was naming, "so soft. Your neck, your perfect breasts, your stomach," each kiss was placed along the skin he described, the swell of her breasts aching for his touch when he moved down her body, over her clothed stomach to pull down her panties, exposing her drenched core, "and my most favorite part."

She would have laughed when he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows up at her but that was only moments before his mouth descended on her aching flesh, licking through her folds as if he were a man dying of thirst. It wasn't long before his fingers entered the mix as well, two roughly pushed up inside her and curving again and again until she was panting, breathless, obscenely moaning (and what a sight they were – Emma sitting on the counter with her dress now only covering her torso and Killian's head between her spread legs).

Her orgasm hit her without warning when Killian's tongue flicked out against her clit and she felt her release wash over her with a silent scream on her tongue. She saw stars beneath her eyelids, hands grasping at the counter to anchor her and muscles contracting around his fingers that were slowing bringing her down.

Obviously pleased with himself, Killian grinned up at his wife, her arousal glistening around his mouth. "Do you know how completely wrecked you look right now, Emma? Your dress up around your waist and chest exposed for my pleasure, coming in the kitchen just for me."

Normally Emma would have been sated for a while, but the dangerous combination of her raging hormones and Killian's dirty talk had her desire spiked for more – she needed him. Now.

Reaching down, she grabbed a hold of his belt buckle, quickly undoing his pants and shoving them down – boxers and all. And before Killian could even get a word out of his mouth, Emma had wrapped her hand around his hard cock, her fingers tracing the length of him and he unintentionally thrust against her, craving more, seeking his own release.

It wasn't long before she had lined him up at her entrance and he suddenly thrust inside of her slick, wet heat. Killian moaned at the tightness of her around his cock and Emma begged him to move, for more.

They quickly found their usual rhythm, the kitchen counter posing a challenge that they hadn't experienced in a while (usually they could make it to the bedroom before completely taking each other, but with Emma's condition, she knew that she now wanted him on every surface in their apartment).

He filled her perfectly, and when he buried himself inside of her completely, over and over and over again, she felt the pleasure building to a climax in the pit of her stomach. In just a few thrusts, Emma found that edge once again, flying blindly and almost completely blacking out from overwhelming sensations.

She trigged his own release, spilling himself inside of her entirely with a muttered curse on his lips. They stood there, pressed against each other; the only sound in the room was that of their labored breathing. With their sweaty foreheads pressed firmly together, Killian pressed his lips to Emma's.

The kiss was short, but what came out of her mouth next, in the moment of complete satisfaction in love, couldn't be avoided anymore.

"I'm pregnant."

Emma expected Killian to stiffen at her words, but instead a chuckle passed his lips as he shook his head with a smug grin upon his face. "Well I know I was good, love, but I don't think it's humanly possible to know that quickly."

She bit down on her tongue to keep from laughing (only her husband would think that), placing a hand on either side of his face and forcing his blue eyes to connect with her green ones. "Killian, that thing I've been needing to tell you all night?" He nodded his head in continuation before she added once more. "I'm pregnant."

This time he did stiffen, the weight of her words fully bearing down on him. His eyebrows creased in thought and – as much as she wanted to kiss it away – Emma gave him the moment he needed to process prior to continuing.

She took a breath, the words poised on the edge of her tongue (and how couldn't they be when she had been rehearsing the words in her mind for the past three days since she had peed on that stick in their bathroom while he was at work). "I know it's not something we've really discussed yet and we've only been married for a few months but –"

Her explanation was cut shot as his lips crashed onto hers. It was electric, full of more love and passion than she had ever experienced in her lifetime. And when he pulled back – after pressing kisses all around her face, to any exposed skin that his mouth could find – he beamed at his wife.

"You're okay with this?" she questioned, her hand cupping his cheek gently.

Killian grinned, pulling Emma down off the counter and into his arms, righting her dress in the process. "I'm more than happy, Emma. My whole life, as long as I've loved you, I have always wondered what it would be like someday to have you as my wife. And then I would imagine producing a child from our love. It has been my greatest dream and now you are making it come true. You have given me everything and I couldn't be happier, my love." Smiling, Killian leaned down to press a kiss to her clothed stomach before adding, "My two loves."

Emma couldn't help the tears that had formed in her eyes at his kind words and gentle actions (stupid hormones, already driving her crazy with mood swings). He wiped the stray tear away and she snuggled against his chest when he pulled her even closer. "I know this isn't exactly how you anticipated this night going."

"You're right," he confirmed, "It turned out even better than I imagined."

Four months ago, when they had gotten married and their love had been confirmed, Emma never thought that she would be happier than she was in that moment after their first night together, after he had spoken the words of "I love you" for the first time.

But this feeling, this love, was beyond anything that she had ever experienced, and there was no one she would rather share this moment with than Killian, the love of her life – her husband and best friend.

Arms wrapped tightly around each other, Emma whispered to her husband with an uncontrollable smile on her face, the thought of their baby currently growing inside of her at the forefront of her mind. "Happy Valentine's Day, daddy."