5 years later…

The family sat in the same gardens that Killian and Emma used to play in when they were children. They'd gathered today because David and Snow told them they had an announcement to make. Emma was a little worried, wondering if her parents were ready to pass the baton on to her and Killian. She wasn't ready to run a kingdom. She enjoyed the bubble she lived in with her perfect family, so dealing with a realm didn't exactly appeal to her. Her parents weren't here yet though to answer her worries.

"Mama!" her little girl's wail pierced the quiet peace that surrounded the garden. She was sprinting toward Emma as fast as her little three year old legs would let her.

"What's wrong baby?" Emma asked in a soothing tone as she picked her up and placed her on her lap.

"I'm not a baby," her little girl objected, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Wosawind," she corrected.

"I know who you are sweetie," Emma laughed, "I'm not calling you a baby, but you are my baby, right?" Emma had known right away what she'd wanted to name her baby if she had a girl, she'd also known exactly what to name her baby boy.

Rosalind nodded her head of dark wavy hair. Their little girl looked just like her father, with her hair, full lips, and elf ears. The only thing she'd garnered from Emma was her jade eyes, and boy did she know how to use them when she wanted something.

Emma hugged her daughter and then told her to go play before lunch was served.

"But mama, KJ is scawing me!" she tattled on her twin brother.

"How is he scaring you, lassie?" Killian asked from his seat next to Emma.

"He said he's gonna make me walk the pwank," she cried.

Killian and Emma just laughed and smiled. Their little girl was a princess, and their little boy was a pirate. He was mischievous and sneaky, and he loved to use his sister as the target of his games.

"KJ," Killian called, "report for duty."

Their little pirate came hauling from behind the hedges at breakneck speed. "Reporting for duty, thir," he answered, saluting his father. This was one of his favorite games to play with Daddy.

Killian saluted his son in return, "I have a complaint against you, that you are scaring this lovely princess. What say you, lad?"

KJ shrugged his shoulders, "It'th fun," he smirked just like his father, and he looked just like him too, with dark hair, kept cleanly cut, Killian's darker skin tone, and the bluest eyes.

"As fun as it may be, you must always remember your good form. It isn't polite to make a lass walk the plank, even if she is your sister," Killian told his son. "Do you understand, son?"

"Aye, Daddy," he answered in a downtrodden tone.

"Now apologize to your sister," Killian added.

KJ turned to his sister who was still sitting in Emma's lap, "Thorry Rothalind," he apologized sincerely.

Her little girl hopped down off her lap and hugged her brother, "That's okay, wanna go pway now?"

He nodded his head and the two ran off giggling.

The twins had just turned three, and Emma swore they were more work now than when they'd kept her and Killian up every night the first year. It scared her just how fast it had all gone.

She and Killian had been married 5 years now. They'd decided they wanted to travel in the beginning. Sailing away together without a care in the world they'd navigated to beautiful destinations, fallen more in love, explored foreign lands, and made love. Exactly a year into their trip Emma had become extremely sick. Her symptoms appeared to be seasickness, which wasn't uncommon even when you were accustomed to being on the open ocean. Her illness hadn't subsided a week later and Killian started to worry. She couldn't keep anything down, and her pallor was shades paler than it should be.

He had them home in two weeks, her gaunt frame and weakness alarming Snow when they arrived. They'd sent for the doctor immediately. The relief that came when he told them that Emma was merely pregnant was short lived when her constant sickness persisted. They stayed in Emma's old chambers as she wanted the added comfort of having mommy and daddy nearby, and she didn't intend to birth her children in the cottage. She'd had a difficult pregnancy, followed by a difficult birth. The doctor told her she wouldn't be able to conceive again based on the stress the twins had caused to her body. Although the decision to have more was made for them, she and Killian had rejoiced just the same that they'd been blessed with two healthy children.

"Emma, where did you go, love," Killian asked gently, breaking Emma from her thoughts.

She noticed she'd subconsciously brought her hands to her belly, cradling it protectively. "I was just thinking about how fast everything has gone with the twins. I miss when they were babies," she confessed. "Do you ever want more?" she whispered not looking him in the eye, not sure she was ready to hear his answer.

Killian looked at his wife's timid expression and brought his hand to her cheek caressing it gently. "More might have been nice, but I am happy with what we have Emma," he spoke honestly, "they are enough for me, and you are enough for me." When he leaned forward to kiss her lips he felt her tears on his cheek. "What's the matter sweetheart?"

"Nothing," she smiled at him through her tears, "you are just too good to be true. You know exactly what to say no matter the situation."

"That's very true, but nothing to cry about," he jested, eliciting a laugh from his wife.

"I know," she looked deep into his eyes, "it's just these damn pregnancy hormones," she whispered. She felt his hand's gentle caress freeze against her cheek.

His eyes lit up at her words, "Are you sure? When? How?" he stammered out.

Emma laughed again, "Yes, I'm sure, I am almost four months along, and I think you know how," she smirked.

"I meant how is it possible?" he asked amazement coloring his tone.

"The doctor is not sure, but he said everything appears to be progressing normally, and that I am passed the most delicate stage of the pregnancy. He says we have every reason to hope this baby will be born healthy in about five months," she explained.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner, love," he sounded a little hurt.

Bringing her hand to his cheek, mirroring the comfort he had provided her just a moment ago she told him her reason. "When I first suspected I was pregnant I sought out the doctor's advice. He said that the first three months were the most difficult and not to get my hopes up. I couldn't bear to tell you, and then break your heart if something went wrong." She started to tear up at the thought of breaking his heart like that.

"Emma, we are in this together love, I can handle anything, so long as it's you and me," he spoke lovingly, as his thumb brushed away the tear that spilled down her cheek.

"Forgive me?"

"There is nothing to forgive, I understand why you did it. I just want you to know that you don't have to protect me. I could have been helping you with being sick, done more for you," he murmured.

"I'm not sick this time," she smiled brilliantly at him.

He gazed into her eyes, then leaned in to kiss her once more. Killian slipped out of his chair and knelt beside her. He placed his hand on her barely forming bump, "I love you already little one," he whispered to her belly.

Emma teared up again, pregnancy hormones wreaking havoc on her emotions. She leaned down kissing the crown of his head.

"Ahem," her father's typical response when he saw them engaged in anything more physical than a handshake.

"Hi Daddy," Emma greeted cheerily.

"What's with the proposal scene? You're already married," he deadpanned.

Snow sat down unceremoniously in the chair across the small table. She hefted out a sigh of discontent.

"What is it, mom?" Emma asked worriedly as she and Killian turned to face her.

"Well, that's what we need to talk to you about today," David started. "Sometimes in life-"

"I'm pregnant," Snow blurted out, cutting her husband off.

Emma's mouth dropped open, while Killian just chuckled at the queen's lack of delivery. David huffed at his wife's interruption.

"When did you find out?" Emma asked, once her shock wore off.

"Yesterday," she stated, "I thought I was going through the change until I realized how much weight I'd gained. I spoke to the doctor to see if this much weight gain is normal symptom. After a few tests he laughed at me and said it wasn't the change but rather a bun in the oven," she grumped.

"You don't sound thrilled," Emma mentioned, honing in on her mother's lack of excitement.

"I'm 42 years old, and a grandmother for crying out loud! I'm barely four months along and I've gained almost as much weight as I did the whole time I was pregnant with you," she began to weep as she mentioned the weight gain. "Just give me a damn minute to embrace it."

David walked over to his wife to soothe her, rubbing her back and telling her she was beautiful. Snow slapped at his hand and told him to stop lying.

Emma couldn't suppress the giggle that slipped from her lips. Killian laughed out loud, not even trying to hide the humor he found in the King getting his hand slapped.

"It's not funny!" Snow cried.

"It's kind of funny," Emma argued.

"It seems the pregnancy hormones are attacking your mother as well," Killian jested.

"Shut up, Jones," Snow said childishly, "wait...what do you mean as well?" She narrowed her eyes staring at her daughter and son-in-law.

Killian and Emma looked at each other, matching smiles on their faces, "We're pregnant too!" they exclaimed in unison.

Snow smiled for the first time since sitting down at the table, "I'm so happy for you both. When did you find out?" she asked.

"I found out today," Killian answered. He laid his hand on her belly again, "We will see our new little one in five short months,"

"What?" Snow's irritated tone was back. "It's not fair! You haven't gained an ounce and we are both four months pregnant," Snow lamented.

"Mom, you look radiant, I promise you," Emma comforted her. She knew it was the hormones making her mother over sensitive about her weight. Snow had never been vain.

The wait staff arrived with their lunch. They all tucked their chairs toward the table, and Killian called the children over.

"Gwammie! Gwumpa!" Rosalind squealed, as she ran up to the table.

"Where's your brother?" Emma asked.

"He said he has to make the west of the bad piwates walk the pwank," she replied.

Emma just giggled again at her son's infatuation with pirates, even though his father was an upstanding Captain in the Royal Navy.

"Killian Jones!" his father hollered, "report for duty, lad."

His son came running over, "Reporting for duty!" he yelled out, saluting his father once more.

Killian saluted back, "Have a seat lad, it's time to eat."

"Yeth thir," KJ sighed, he'd much rather play than be saddled to a chair to eat. "Hi Grammie and Grampth," he added going over to give them hugs.

Rosalind sat in her grandpa's lap for most of lunch while KJ sat next to his grandma. Emma looked around the table at her family. She felt the tug of emotions coming and inhaled deeply to keep them at bay. They sat and chatted through lunch, joking about the hilarity of Emma and her mother being pregnant together. Snow seemed to have needed just a moment to embrace it after all, as she laughed right along with the rest of them. By the end of the meal she was already planning a joint royal ball for the announcement of the newest princes or princesses upon their births.

That night in the quiet of their home, after the twins had fallen asleep, Killian and Emma settled into their bed. He rested his hand at her belly again, stroking his thumb back and forth. He'd barely been able to lay with or comfort Emma during her first pregnancy, as she was so ill. He was going to cherish every moment with her this time. "I meant what I said love, what we have was always good enough for me," he promised, kissing her temple. "So please don't confuse my excitement for this little one as anything more than a new found love for our miracle baby."

Emma laid her hand over his, and cuddled up next to him. His loving words washed over her, and she turned to face him planting a kiss to his lips. They became a tangle of lips and limbs as they got carried away in blissful passion. Killian made love to her reverently until they were both breathless and sated.

"Are you ready for more adventuring, love?" he asked her.

"Always, as long as it's you and me," she answered, "I love you, Killian."

"As I love you," he answered.

Emma fell asleep surrounded by his embrace, with his hand firmly in place over her bump.

5 months later…

Twin cries could be heard in the castle that day, though they were not twins at all. One wail came from the Queen's chambers, while the other floated from the princess' chamber. Yes, the queen and her daughter had birthed their children on the same day. A boy named Leo, after Emma's grandfather, for Snow and David, and a little blonde haired, fair skinned girl named Leia, for Emma and Killian.