The next few weeks rolled by slowly. The whole family circle was on high alert for the moment when Emma would tell them that she was pregnant. Mary-Margaret was spoiling her daughter already and David was being unnecessarily overprotective. Killian had often caught David giving him an evil glare, just as he was doing now as they sat in Granny's Diner.

Killian and Emma sat facing Mary-Margaret and David. The two men both had an arm wrapped around the women they loved. Mary-Margaret was trying to have a normal conversation Emma and Killian, while cradling a restless baby Neal. However, David's glare kept distracting Killian.

"Are you going to glare at me forever, Dave?" Killian asked, turning away from Mary-Margaret to look her husband directly in the eye.

"We'll see," David mumbled. His eyes held Killian's. the pirate it almost impossible to look away.

"Dad, you're going to have to get over this," Emma told her Dad, "seriously. It's been weeks now. Even longer since they first showed up."

"Yes, David. It has," Mary-Margaret agreed through gritted teeth, "stop glaring at him!"

David looked away from Killian and his eyes fell on his son. He didn't know why he was acting this way, but he just couldn't help it. He blamed the fact that he'd missed all of Emma's life, her first boyfriend etc. and he was just overcompensating for it now.

"Sorry," David mumbled, his eyes flicking to Killian for a second before returning to his son.

"Aye," Killian nodded.

...

Everyday Emma visited that huge house and everyday she felt sorry for it. It was a strange thing, feeling sorry for a house, but it was so beautiful and it just stood there, empty.

Whenever she did visit the house, she would stand just outside the gate so that she could take it all in. From the outside it looked in relatively good condition, but the inside was a different story.

Emma laid her hands on gate and look down at it. She'd never noticed before but it was attached to a white picket fence. The white paint was slightly faded and peeling off in places, but much like the rest of the house, it was beautiful all the same.

A memory from the last few weeks washed over her all of a sudden. She was the Dark One again and she'd taken Jessie. In order to make Jessie feel more comfortable, she transformed the house so that it was similar to Jessie's surroundings. Jessie had recognised the whole place immediately.

"What are you thinking about, Swan?" Killian asked from behind her. Emma thought she was alone so the voice frightened her slightly. She turned quickly and saw Killian leaning against the large oak tree that stood a few feet away from the house's garden.

"How long have you been there?" Emma questioned as her eyes surveyed the pirate. He was leaning against the tree with his shoulder with the rest of his body angled away from the trunk. His arms were folded against his chest and one of his legs was crossed across the other at the knee. His stance alone drove Emma crazy, never mind the smirk the was playing on his lips.

"Not long," Killian replied, "but I follow you here almost every day."

"That's weird and we will talk about that later," Emma told him.

"Aye," Killian nodded, his voice highlighted by a small laugh, "now, what were you thinking about?"

Killian pushed away from the tree and let his arms fall to his side. He made his way over to Emma, his footsteps were excruciatingly slow. Emma's breath caught in her throat.

"I was thinking how it's a shame that this house is in such a state," Emma told Killian as he continued to walk towards her.

"Well it just so happens that I was thinking the same thing," Killian smiled as he finally reach Emma. Usually, it would be Killian who would take Emma's hand, but now, Emma took his hand pretty much as soon as he was within her reach.

"Coincidence," Emma laughed.

"I was thinking though, love," Killian breathed, looking down at their hands, "with little Liam coming a lot sooner than we anticipated, we cant very well stay in that apartment now, can we? And the Jolly Roger is no place to house a child."

"Killian Jones!" Emma exclaimed in a teasing tone, "are you asking me to move in with you?"

"Well, technically it is your house," Killian returned.

"I love it," Emma smirked. She dropped Killian's hand and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him forward and catching his lips with her own in a heated kiss.

...

Killian and Emma had taken it upon themselves to get the house into a liveable condition. Emma had opted to tell her parents about her plans just yet in fear of hurting their feelings.

So far, the pair had put in a solid 3 weeks of work and it was coming up to two months since Jessie and Liam had gone back to the future. If Emma was being completely honest, it was Killian that did most of the work in the house. Emma had to re-establish herself as sheriff and that job took up most of her days so her nights were taken up by helping Killian at the house. When somebody didn't know where Killian was, they just assumed he was on his ship, not working on fixing up a family home.

Emma gave Killian all the instructions and he did as she asked without many arguments. He was quite the handyman, which had greatly surprised Emma. She'd never expected the Captain of the Jolly Roger to be painting walls or putting up shelves.

On one of the few nights that the pair decided to give themselves a night off, Emma stood in the downstairs bathroom of their family home. She stared down at the white stick that lay of the counter. The little red cross stared up at her. Emma couldn't help but stop the smile from creeping onto her lips.

She made sure to clean the test before pocketing it. Without a doubt Killian would have no idea what it was or what it did but Emma took it to show him anyway. She left the bathroom and made her way down the hallway to where Killian sat in the kitchen.

Before Emma rounded the corner, she peeked at Killian who was sitting with his back to her at the island in the middle of the kitchen. He wasn't clad in leather like he normally would be because god forbid he got paint on his treasured leather! He had paint in his hair, on his arms, on his face, on his clothes, literally everywhere.

"I know you're watching me, Swan," Killian said without turning to look at Emma. She took a deep breath before entering the kitchen and walking towards him.

"I was not," Emma laughed. When she reached him, she stood next to him, leaning back against the kitchen counter so that she was facing him. She noticed a streak of white paint running from his nose to his ear. It made her chuckle.

"You can admit it love," Killian replied, looking up at Emma through his eyelashes, "if I were you, I'd want to watch me too. I am devilishly handsome."

"So you keep saying," Emma mumbled.

"What is it?" Killian asked, taking Emma's hand in his.

"Liam is on his way," Emma replied. Killian's face broke out into the most magnificent smile that Emma had ever seen.

"Well it's about bloody time!" Killian exclaimed, making Emma laugh, "are you sure?"

"Very," Emma replied, using her free hand to pull out the pregnancy test that lay in her pocket. Killian glared suspiciously at the little white stick in Emma's hand.

"I don't understand," Killian said. His forehead creased as he looked from the white stick to Emma and back again.

"The cross means I'm pregnant, Killian," Emma sighed.

"How does it know?" Killian asked, still just as confused.

"You don't want to know," Emma laughed, heat began to rise to her cheeks at the thought of having to explain this to Killian.

"But-" Killian protested.

"You pee on it, okay?" Emma said, feeling that it was better to just rip the band aid off, as they say. A horrified expression replaced the look of confusion that had previously occupied Killian's face.

"That's disgusting," Killian concluded.

"Correct," Emma agreed, putting the test back into her pocket, "but that's not what is important right now."

"You're right," Killian smiled, shaking the thought from his mind, "he's really on his way?"

"Mmm-hmm," Emma nodded.

In one swift and supernaturally graceful movement, Killian had stood, wrapped his arms around Emma, lifted her off of her feet and spun her around in a circle. Emma let out a small cry as she had not been expecting it, but it was quickly replaced with laughter as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his lips.

...

Emma did not want to have the awkward conversation with her parents so she decided to chicken out and just leave the test in their apartment with a note attached to it with instructions of where to find her.

Killian and Emma were in their house, finishing off the work that Killian had been doing that day: painting Liam's room. They had both wanted to start on it as soon as possible and they figured that they might as well tell David and Mary-Margaret about the house at the same time as the pregnancy.

The pair heard a knock of the door from downstairs. Their paintbrushes froze in mid air and they looked at each other.

"Let's just get this over with," Emma sighed as they both dropped their paintbrushes and made their way down stairs.

It was Killian who opened the door. He expected to see David and Mary-Margaret but no, he was faced with: David, Mary-Margaret, Henry, Regina, Robin and Belle. Killian's stomach was doing somersaults and making his feel ill.

"Bloody hell," Killian sighed, "not here to kill me, are you Dave? You must have misplaced your pitchforks and flaming torches, though I see you have assembled quite the angry mob."

"No," David replied, "I'm here to congratulate you."

"Well in that case," Killian sighed, opening the door wider to allow everybody to file into the house.

"Well, isn't this nice?" Regina asked, her voice dripped in sarcasm as her eyes roamed the house and scrutinized every inch of it.

"It's a work in progress," Killian replied, glaring at Regina.

Before Killian could even close the door, there were squeals and whoops coming from the kitchen. He noticed that everybody but Henry had gone into the kitchen, straight to Emma.

"Is this your new house?" Henry asked.

"Aye, lad," Killian replied.

"And you're fixing it up?" Henry questioned.

"Aye," Killian answered. Henry looked around the little portion of the house that he could see.

"Can I help?" Henry asked. Killian was slightly surprised by the question and Henry noticed, "if you don't want me to, it's okay."

"No!" Killian replied, "I would love your help."

"I'm glad my Mom has you," Henry smiled.

"Me too, lad," Killian laughed. He wrapped an arm around Henry's shoulder and guided him into the kitchen, "now we must survive the celebrations."

"As long as you let me choose my room before I leave, I can handle a few hours of baby talk," Henry said as they entered the kitchen. There was a lot of hugging and a lot of tears. Before Killian could reply to Henry, he was being wrapped in Mary-Margaret's arms.

"I'm so happy for you, Killian," Mary-Margaret sobbed, "thank you for being here for my daughter."

"No need for tears," Killian soothed, patting Mary-Margaret's back softly.

As the night went on, Killian retreated to the corner of the kitchen with his flask of rum in his hand. As the celebrations continued, Emma left her family to stand by Killian. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. Emma leaned into Killian's side and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Swan," Killian whispered slowly, "thank you for being my happy ending."

So that's it, the end of Little Swan! For a first time writing a story, I think it's gone pretty well.

Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed this story, I appreciate it so much!

Thank you and there will be many more stories to come, whether it be in this little universe or in