Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house...not a creature was stirring, not even a swan. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there.

The pirate princess was nestled in her crib, while visions of pirate ships danced in her head. And Emma in her kerchief, Killian in his cap, had just settled their brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
Emma sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of midday to objects below, when, what to her wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
she knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky so up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As she drew in her head and was turning around, down the chimney Santa Claus came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and she laughed when she saw him, in spite of herself, glad that there was no villain.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know she had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But she heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

She went back inside and heard Hope crying her hungry cry, so she went into her nursery and breastfed her, gently burping her, rocking her to sleep with a lullaby, gently placing her back in her crib.

She went back to her and Killian's bedroom, and laid down, resting her head on his chest, falling back to sleep, listening to the calming sound of his heartbeat.

In the morning, Emma woke up, noticing that Killian was missing from their bed. She hears Hope cooing, and smells amazing food coming upstairs, so she stays in her and Killian's bed, knowing that he probably had something adorable planned.

"Merry Christmas luv." said Killian smiling, pure love sparkling in his eyes, walking into their bedroom, carrying a plate with Christmas pancakes and Hope, dressed in an adorable Christmas outfit.

"Merry Christmas babe. Merry Christmas sweetheart." said Emma happily, pure love sparkling in her eyes.

Hope coos happily, pure joy sparkling in her adorable baby eyes.

"I made you breakfast." said Killian happily, a loving, joyful sparkle in his eyes

The moment they had found out that Emma was pregnant with Hope, who is now 9 months old, Killian had become determined to learn how to cook and bake mostly everything from scratch. Today, for breakfast, Killian had decided to make Emma Christmas flavored and Christmas shaped pancakes with eggnog.

Emma starts crying when she sees the pancakes and eggnog. "Thank you Killian." said Emma happily, crying for no reason. She had been more emotional recently, and she was starting to gain some weight in the stomach area, so her pants stopped fitting. She and Killian both had their suspicions about her mood swings, but, neither of them had said anything about them yet. Killian just stayed by her side and comforted her, doing whatever he could to keep her happy. He hugs her, Hope giggling between them. Emma immeadiately smiles, relaxing.

"Feeling better now love?" asked Killian, smiling, listening to the adorable sound of their daughter giggling on a perfect Christmas morning.

"Yeah" said Emma happily, the joyful sound of their 9 month old daughter cheering her up. She happily starts eating the pancakes and drinking the eggnog, not leaving a single crumb or drop behind.

Hope starts crying, hungry for Emma's breast milk, so Emma starts breastfeeding her. A pained expression appears on her face the moment Hope latches on. It wasn't Hope's fault, her breasts were just being really sensitive today. She didn't pull away though. She continued breastfeeding Hope.

"Emma? You ok?" asked Killian, noticing the expression on her face.

Emma nods, hoping she was ok. She had been having mood swings, had been more tired recently, and her breasts started feeling sore today, so she was hoping that it meant great things.

After Hope was done drinking Emma's breastmilk, she gently burps her and puts her on the ground so she could crawl around. They had a gate at the top and bottom of the stairs so she could crawl around freely without getting hurt.

"Are you late yet?" asked Killian, smiling softly, finally deciding to ask the question.

"I think it's time to take a pregnancy test." admitted Emma smiling. After all, they had been trying for a baby, and the symptoms made sense.

"I think we still have some in all the bathrooms. " admitted Killian, chuckling softly as he remembered how overexcited they had gotten when they had started trying for a baby, and found out that Emma was pregnant with Hope. They had gotten enough tests for each bathroom, just in case. Now, he was grateful for that, since Hope was crawling, and there were bathrooms up and downstairs, so they could still keep an eye on her, while Emma took the test, Hope protected by the gate.

"Perfect. " said Emma giggling, excited to find out. She walks into the bathroom with Killian, he had promised to be there with her for everything, positive or negative, because Emma had found out that she had been pregnant with Henry, while she was in jail all those years ago, and she had been alone.

Killian hands her the box,smiling, excited to find out if she was finally pregnant again.

Emma gives Killian a grateful thank you smile, before opening the box, and taking out three tests, just incase one was different. She reads the instructions just incase, since every brand is different, then takes the tests, setting the timer for 3 minutes. She waits not so patiently with Killian, wanting to know if she's pregnant or not, jumping slightly when the alarm finally went off.

"Wanna check them together love?" asked Killian, smiling softly, noticing that she was nervous, gently wrapping his arm around her.

"Yeah" admitted Emma nodding, grateful to have such a loving, understanding husband, who's also an amazing father.

"Alright " said Killian nodding, understanding. "Ready?" asked Killian smiling, excited to find out. They had decided to flip all the tests over at the same time, since it only required their 3 hands.

"Yeah " admitted Emma, smiling softly, nervous, yet excited, knowing that everything would be ok, because Killian would be there no matter what.

Emma and Killian look at each other, as if confirming that they were both ready, before turning over the tests together. They start crying tears of joy, and kiss each other, Killian gently wrapping his arms around her.

"Hope's going to be a big sister!"said Emma softly, happily, in awe, resting her hand on what they now knew was her bump. After all, it was common to start showing earlier with each pregnancy. Some people even started showing at 6 weeks, so she had already been suspicious anyways because of the weight gain, and other symptoms.

"I love you so much Swan" said Killian, smiling softly, gently placing his hand over hers.

"I love you too Killian" said Emma softly, happily.

Hope crawls over to her parents babbling adorably, then stands up, using the baby proofed wall for support, then walks the rest of the way, hugging their legs.

Emma and Killian watch their daughter walking towards them, in awe, proud parent tears forming.

Killian gently picks Hope up, hugging her, smiling.

"She's going to be a great big sister " said Emma, smiling softly, resting her hand on her stomach

"Aye love. " said Killian softly, happily.

Hope cocks her head curiously, confused. She knew what a big sister was, since Uncle Neal called Emma his big sister sometimes, and Alexandra had become a big sister recently. But, she was confused since Emma didn't have a big bump like Ashley.

"There's a baby in my tummy!" explained Emma happily, motioning the shape of a baby bump with her hand, noticing that Hope was confused.

Hope babbles happily, clapping her hands.

8 months later, their baby girl, Leia is born, with Killian's hair, and Emma's eyes. Hope is now 16 months old, and she and Henry absolutely adore their baby sister.