Part one was well received, so as promised: part two! The same story, but from Killian's perspective. A bit fluffy. Okay, really fluffy.

Killian had always known there was a little pirate in her; he'd said as much himself back in the Enchanted Forest, when she'd helped him kidnap Marion by hitting her over the head with a branch. When he'd said that, however, he'd had something entirely different in mind. He hadn't meant it literally, for starters.

But as far as he was concerned, children- if they were even a possibility at all- were in the very distant future. He hadn't wanted to have any young lads or lasses of his own while he was still living the life of a pirate and even now, he certainly wasn't in any rush. He had Emma and, through her, he had Henry. That in itself was more than he could ever ask for. He was fairly certain he'd found his happy ending after all.

He'd spent the day at the docks with Henry, which was no unusual occurrence these days. The lad was a natural, and he seemed to enjoy being out at sea almost as much as Hook himself. It made the man proud to know he had enough good in him after all to make an impression on not just any boy, but the son of Storybrooke's own saviour, the woman he'd given his heart to. Henry had become almost a son to him.

When he returned to Emma's apartment that afternoon, however, he could instantly tell something was off. Call it a sixth sense he'd come to possess after centuries at sea- he could sense a storm before even the earliest of warning signs. Emma was home already, sitting in front of the television and apparently relaxing though the clock had barely passed five. Normally, she'd still be at work. She'd left for work that morning, he remembered that much. In fact, he'd unsuccessfully tried to convince her not to go.

The situation left him confused, though he didn't think he had grounds to worry just yet, so he did little more than put on a warm smile and shut the door behind him, watching her fondly. "You're home early today, love." he observed. He definitely wasn't complaining about the chance to see her again so soon.

She turned at the sound of his voice and, as blue eyes met green, he couldn't help but start closing the gap between them in order to greet her with a kiss. It was almost funny how domestic they'd become, and her adventure as the Dark One had only put that on hiatus for a short time while they figured out how to get her back to normal. Now, with no unwanted darkness left inside her, they were back to being Storybrooke's own Lady and the Tramp (not that Killian understood that particular reference).

The kiss was short but sweet, and as their lips separated he remained leaned against the back of the couch just inches from her. His mouth curved into a happy grin, but that grin faded moments later as he realized she wasn't smiling back. In fact, her face was devoid of any emotion, and she appeared to be watching him- examining him- as if trying to find something in his eyes. Now he was concerned.

"Love, is everything alright?" He brought his hand to rest on her upper arm, squeezing gently.

"It's fine. I'm fine." she responded with a small smile.

He remained unconvinced, though. He may not have her superpower, but he could tell when she was hiding something, and this was one such time. "I thought we agreed never to lie to one another." His words were accompanied by a small smirk and a raised eyebrow, and this time he raised his hook from the back of the couch to lift her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "What is it, Emma?"

Almost instantly, her eyes appeared to well with tears and he froze, his mouth hanging open as he searched her face, her eyes, for anything. "Emma, love, what is it?" he repeated, letting go of her in order to make his way around the couch. He dropped to a crouch in front of it, clutching her hand with his own as her fingers closed around his hook. The entire time, his gaze didn't leave hers for even a second.

There was a pause before she finally answered his question, and during that time every undesirable possibility he could think of in such a short span of time somehow managed to cross his mind. Was she sick? That was the first and most logical explanation he could come up with to why she'd be here, at home, rather than doing sheriff duty with David. Of course, that could be anything from a simple head cold- not that she sounded stuffed up- to a stomach flu or worse. He'd seen his fair share of ailments in his three hundred years, and worrying about what could be affecting Emma was doing him no good.

She looked healthy, though. And her eyes hadn't been red when he came in, so she hadn't been crying, at least not until now. That meant nothing tragic had happened, at least. So what could possibly have her home on a Thursday evening even before he was, eyes suddenly filled with tears at the sight of him?

That was when the possibility of a break-up finally crossed his mind. He wasn't as familiar with the concept as she was- in the world he came from, courtship was much different, and relationships tended to last a lifetime- but he knew, generally, what that meant, and the thought only increased his worry. They were doing so well, or so he had thought. They were essentially living together, the sex was incredible, he had a good relationship with her son... and they were happy that way. What more could she want?

"Have you ever thought of... of having kids one day?"

Well, there was that.

He frowned slightly, unsure how that was relevant. "Of course I've thought about it, but..." But he was in no rush, was how he wanted to end that sentence. He didn't care if they had no children or if they had a dozen, as long as they were all with her. He'd thought she knew that already. Had he not been clear?

Suddenly, the pieces all fit together. She wasn't at work, she wasn't sick, and she was talking about children. He would've been a fool not to know where the conversation was headed. His eyes widened and he watched her, stunned, as he finally managed two more shocked words. "Are you...?"

The answer she gave him only consisted of one word, but that word was all he needed. "Yeah."

The confirmation hit him like a ton of bricks and he turned it over in his mind, trying to wrap his head around it. They were going to be parents. He and his True Love, Emma Swan, were going to have a child together. It was by no means planned... but he found that, despite the fear that encompassed the idea of him raising a baby, he wasn't opposed to the idea, either. He was fine with Henry, after all, and the Charming family even trusted him with Neal every now and then. He'd have to do some research- he'd have to do a lot of research- if he wanted to be the best father he could be, but together, they could do it.

He was hardly aware of the way his thought process affected his facial expression, but the next thing he knew, his mouth was split into a grin so wide it almost hurt and he was jumping to his feet. His hand and hook both freed themselves from her grasp and settled on either side of her hip and somehow, he managed to both lift her up and spin her around him in a wide circle, his eyes never leaving hers.

"How far along? How long have you known?" He had barely set her back down before the words tumbled out of his mouth, and he felt a momentary pang of guilt for not considering how the sensation of his hook digging into her side must have felt, or how the spinning would affect her morning sickness. Instantly his expression took on a note of concern, but that was alleviated moments later as her gaze softened.

"I don't know- I- I just found out a few hours ago-" As flustered as she sounded, there was an unmistakeable happiness in her words, too. He wouldn't lie; the sound made his heart soar.

He pulled her closer and slipped his arms around her, his forehead pressing against hers in the same fluid motion they'd perfected over the past few months. He nestled his nose against her cheek, his eyes falling half-shut and his grin widening even more as the news settled. "We're going to be parents, love."

"You always did say I have a little pirate in me." she retorted, and he couldn't help but laugh at the quote. He'd meant something entirely different at the time, but she was right. She did have a little pirate in her, and he was the one that had put it there. The next thing he knew, her lips had found his and they were kissing again, the cares of the world forgotten now that they had each other- each other, and the baby.