A/N: this is a two shot so there will be another chapter to this fanfic. Also just so you know, there is talk of mature content, so if you don't want to read, don't read it. I don't know why it just sort of turned out like this.

Emma was acting strange, different even. He didn't want to point it out to her in case she got snappy.

She had already snapped at him once for burning the pancakes. Who burnt the pancakes? Killian did apparently. Who could blame him, he was still getting used to certain things in the modern world.

After coming home from work at the docks one day, he saw her on the sofa, crying, with a bucket of ice cream.

What the...?

"Swan?" He asked, no answer came before he rushed over to her, "Emma, darling, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Emma insisted, "I'm fine, just..." She trailed off looking at his lips, "kiss me."

"Emma..."

"Just do it, please?" She begged. So he did, and it started to get heated before he stopped them.

"Emma, this isn't right, you're clearly not well." He whispered.

"I'm fine, Killian, I'm not sad." She replied.

"But you're crying."

She giggled and kissed him again, and she groaned in frustration.

"I want you so bad, but... We can't." She whispered, sighing. "God I wish we could."

"Emma?" He asked, clearly confused. "Seriously, what's the matter, love? Why can't we...?" Now he was the one trailing off.

"Make love?" She asked gently, and all he could do was nod. She shook her head, "I'll tell you later, promise, I just want to relax."

He nodded, as she moved up for him to sit down, before she cuddled into him.

There was this myth... Or maybe it was true... But it couldn't be. It happened once.

Sometimes that's all it takes.

He heard Emma's words echo in his head.

Maybe it was true, and if it was, Killian was never going to leave her. Well he was never going to leave her in the first place, but still...
**
They had both fallen asleep on their sofa. Their sofa, as in they had finally properly moved into her house that she got when she was the dark one. The one he and Henry picked out.

The one she had stayed in because of him and Henry.

When he woke up the next day, she wasn't there.

"Swan?" He said, his voice rough. "Swan, where are you?" He muttered.

Then he heard singing, and he'd know that voice anywhere, because it was like an angel. It always was. Emma.

He walked into the kitchen and saw that she was making scrabbled eggs.

She was still singing as he walked in, clearly to involved in her own activity to notice anything that was going on.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck softly, to which she responded. "Morning, love." He said, huskily.

"Morning, Killian," she replied in the exact same tone.

She set out the scrambled eggs before she turned around.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" She asked, smirking at him.

"I just wanted to see how you were, you know because yesterday..."

She kissed him gently, "I'm fine, really, but I do need to tell you something." She said. She gestured to the table, "Come. Sit."

He obeyed. She sat down next to him and took a deep breath. "So like I said I needed to tell you something..."

"This is about yesterday about the reason that we can't..."

"Have sex, yeah, it is." Emma said, "you've figured it out then?" She asked. He just nodded.

"You're pregnant." He said.

"Yeah," she breathed, "I am. Explains the moods lately and the whole, 'I want you' thing, it tends to come with the whole pregnancy thing."

"I didn't think I was so irresistible, love." She smirked.

"That I can agree with, but I guess I'm going to try and keep it to a minimum, we could do other things..." She trailed off looking at him.

He smirked at her, "what do you have in mind love?"

She leaned over and whispered something in his ear, making him groan. "Really?" He asked.

"Really." She confirmed.

"Oh how I can't wait until this baby is born," he growled, "then I can have you to myself again." He whispered.

She laughed. "At times, yes. I am going to have to look after the baby, you know."

He chuckled. "I know, but sometimes you could let your parents look after him... Or her, then we can have alone time."

"You have a really dirty mind." She replied.

"Oh I know, but you love me for it. Where would we be without my innuendos darling?" He raised an eyebrow at him and she giggled.

"You have a point there." She agreed. "For now, we can have as much alone time as we can, we just need to be careful. I mean the other stuff, not the actual stuff." She said, taking his hand. "Now let's go."

"As you wish, darling." He replied, she grinned and kissed him once they were upstairs.
**
The next day, they decided that they would announce at Granny's that they were having a baby, that night.

What Emma didn't realise is that earlier that day, Killian had gone to see both Charming and Henry, about wanting to do something else, that night.

That night they announced to everyone that in nine months, give or take they would be having a baby.

Everyone, including David, was beyond happy to hear that news. So happy in fact that David brought him over to discuss something.

"Are you going to do it soon?" He asked, seeming almost... Giddy?

Killian nodded, "Aye, mate." With that he turned back towards Emma.

He walked over to her and turned to everyone in granny's. "I'd like to make another announcement, one which requires an answer." He said, looking directly at Emma.

"Emma Swan, will you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?"

She smiled and kissed him, "of course I will!" She squealed.

Everyone cheered for them and they couldn't have been happier.

That is until their daughter was born, nine months later 7.5lbs, and they called her, Leia.

"We did it." She whispered as she held their daughter in her arms.

"Aye, that we did, love." Killian replied, grinning very happily.

A/N: hope you enjoyed, if you did leave a vote and comment down below and I will take requests just comment here or in the request chapter before this. Bye guys!! Xx