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A Family Addition for Captain Swan

Having a baby can bring every emotion from exhilaration to terror. Come along on the journey with Emma and Killian as they experience all the emotions that creating a new life can elicit. Chapter 1- Pregnant -Emma’s POV - here, Chapter 2 - Pregnant - Killian’s POV - here, Chapter 3 - First Doctor’s Visit - Emma’s POV - here, Chapter 4 -First Doctor’s Visit- Killian’s POV - here, Chapter 5 -Heartbeat - Emma’s POV - here, Chapter 6 - Heartbeat - Killian’s POV - here ; Chapter 7 - First Movement - here; Chapter 8 - Ultrasound - here; Chapter 9 - Cravings - here; Chapter 10 - Delivery - here.

It can also be found on FF as well as on AO3.

Thanks to @duathadun for her excellent wall work, to @hellomommanerd correcting all my mistakes and to @juliakaze for her amazing aesthetic. Bottom gif credit to @ scifitvaddict

Heartbeat - Killian’s POV

When they had discovered that Emma was approximately eight weeks along, Killian took it upon himself to learn everything he could about the development of the embryo inside of her. Making a nuisance of himself at the library was the first order of business and one by one he worked his way through the many tomes regarding what happens inside a woman’s body when she is with child. He was fascinated to learn how the changes inside of Emma were affecting her behavior on the outside on a day to day basis. As she did with any new situation, his Swan rose to the occasion and he couldn't have been happier when she lowered her walls and allowed herself to lean on him more each week.

As weeks nine and ten arrived they settled into a new routine for beginning their days and while it wasn't much, he felt as if he were contributing and sharing her burden. He made it his job to rise early and help Henry get ready for school and on the days that the babe was causing Swan to feel out of sorts, he arrived with dry toast and ginger ale to help her get the day started. She always made a point of making it downstairs in time to see Henry off to school, though, and if he was lucky he could get her to eat a healthy morning meal instead of those dry pastries she usually consumed. She liked to pretend she didn't like the fuss but watching her eat whatever he put in front of her and seeing the healthy glow on her face started each day off the right way.

In the early stages of Emma's pregnancy, Killian had been pleasantly surprised when the dwarves had suggested they keep an eye on the savior, and because Killian selfishly was worried about her, he agreed. He knew Emma knew, just as he knew that she thought it had all been his idea, but since she hadn't complained too loudly, he didn't feel overly guilty when he received daily reports from the many watchdogs that resided in Storybrooke. In fact, today he had learned that she had been spotted looking in the window of Mother Goose's Nursery at a cradle; an activity he hadn't considered necessary quite yet, considering she had just turned 11 weeks.

Each week they curled up together and read about the new developments which were occurring with their baby. Glancing at the clock, he saw there was some time before she would be home and so he picked up the tattered copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting and turned to the page for week 11, and even though he had read the prose a dozen times, he read it again:·

*Head and neck - hair follicles form, head is the same length as his or her body.· *Chest - nipples are visible.· *Ears - shape is almost completely developed.· * Mouth and nose - nasal passages are open, tongue present, tooth buds continue forming· *Limbs - hands and feet are now placed in front of his or her body with individual fingers and toes. Nail beds are developing. Bones start to become hard.

Baby's size at 11 weeks pregnant

Your baby is the size of a fig, measuring 1.5-2 inches in length. He or she will now weigh about one-third of an ounce

.“1.5-2 inches,” he considered, looking down at his hand thinking that if he were to hold it there, it would fit between the tip of his finger and first knuckle, yet was completely developed - a concept almost too complex to comprehend. As had become a usual occurrence for him, he imagined what it would be like to see the baby for the first time; to bring the baby home and watch him or her grow. A shiver ran through his body, as he could see himself chasing a little blonde cherub through the house as she shouted for her mother.

“Killian?”

He heard his name being called, but it sounded as if it were from far away, and when he saw Emma standing across the room, it took him a moment to realize that it was her, and not part of his vivid imagination. Pulling himself from his reverie, he moved toward her, pulling her close for a hug. “I’m sorry, Swan, I didn't realize the hour was so late. Shall I get you a something to eat?”

She stared just long enough for him to wonder if she were trying to decipher a deeper meaning behind his response, before waving her hand in the direction of the sofa, “No, I’m fine. Where were you right then?”

The image of the blonde cherub flashed through his mind again, “Just thinking," he gave her a sheepish smile, "about the baby.”

“You do that a lot, don’t you?"

"Aye, love, I do. After you and Henry, it’s my favorite thing to think about. Shall we sit?” He guided her to the sofa and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. "Now, how about a proper greeting for your old pirate?“

When she put up no arguments, he took advantage of her freely offered lips and appreciated how she allowed him to have his fill, however, just as it was getting really interesting her foot knocked his afternoon reading to the floor, "I see you’ve been reading." She reached for the book, "Learn anything new?"

Her smile was so open that he couldn't help kissing her again before taking the book and placing it on her lap. "I was reading about the development during week eleven." He showed her the page he had been reading.

Her eyes lit up with interest, "And what did you learn...daddy?"

He dropped the book onto the sofa, "The book says that during week 11 our baby is almost fully formed and is moving already.” He laid his hand on her stomach. “So, our baby’s movements are why you are feeling so sick.”

Emma tilted her head and crossed her hands over his, “Based on how sick I’ve been, our baby is very active. Do you think that carries over to after he or she is born?"

Killian thought again about the running image he had seen, "You say that as if that wouldn't be a good thing, love.”

She playfully nipped his chin and giggled, “And you think you’re up to the challenge of chasing an active child all over the place given your advanced age?”

“Oh Swan," he nuzzled just below her ear, "I’ve not heard any complaints about my energy before.” His chuckle was low and dark as he pulled her earlobe between his teeth.

Emma’s laughter caused his heart to flip, “True, but there’s always a first time.” As he felt her body relax, his thoughts once again drifted to the running child in his dreams. This time though...the child a dark headed lad shrieking in merriment as his little legs carried him from room to room.

~~~CS~~~~

Before he even opened his eyes to greet the morning, Killian knew it was going to be a good day. Emma was twelve weeks along and her energy should be returning as her daily illness started to abate. They had a visit with Whale today and were hoping to hear their child’s heartbeat for the first time. Which were both wonderful, but he felt there was more to it. There was magic in the air making the day feel different from all others. He could feel it buzzing along his skin, even with his eyes closed. Was it Emma’s magic getting stronger with her pregnancy or was their child magical? Whatever it was surrounding them was powerful and gave him joy.

Untangling himself from Emma’s limbs, he placed a light kiss between her furrowed brows, climbed from bed, pulled on his sleep pants and an old shirt, and left the room. When he passed by Henry’s room, he heard music but as there was no sign of stirring, he flipped on the bedroom light and the subsequent groan sounded so normal, he couldn't help but smile. Once downstairs, he turned on the lights and gathered the ingredients to make pancakes for breakfast. As he finished mixing the pancake batter, Henry walked into the kitchen, “Good morning, Henry. How many pancakes would you like?"

"Morning, Killian. Five?”

Killian poured batter onto the griddle while Henry busied himself pouring juice and milk and popping in a couple of pieces of toast for Emma. Flipping the pancakes, he watched them as they turned a golden brown and then slid them onto a plate, placing them in front of Henry.

While Henry was eating, Killian prepared a tray for Emma and went up to check on her. When he entered the room, he heard her talking to the baby as she had been doing lately and was pleased to hear that she had brought him into the conversation. The smile on her face took his breath away and so as not to startle her, he cleared his throat, “And what is the verdict this day Swan?” He sat next to her on the bed. “Is she,” he stole a quick kiss, “or he,” he stole another, “going to listen to you?”

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” She caressed his jaw lovingly, “What did you bring me?"

Killian loved the feel of her small hand on his face and after a squeeze to her fingertips, he picked up the tray and set it across her lap. "Dry toast and ginger ale.”

“Yum,” she rolled her eyes at him, “I’m hoping baby’s appetite changes soon.”

“I hope so too." He kissed her one more time, “Take your time, love. I’m making your father’s famous pancakes for the morning meal.”

Back in the kitchen, he poured the batter and started his and Emma’s pancakes. As they cooked, he heard her say goodbye to Henry and turned just in time to see her staring at the front door with a slight frown on her lovely face. Sliding pancakes onto a plate, he set them on the table, “Alright, Emma?" When she didn't say anything right away, he gathered his own plate and sat down, knowing she was working through something in her head and would talk to him when she was ready.

"I’m fine.” She took a bite, chewing slowing, the same slight frown between her brows, “I’m not sure. I’m just a little worried about Henry, but can we talk later? I don’t want to be late."

"As you wish.” He set their plates in the sink, “Alright, Swan, I’ll not take my eyes off you until you're ready." he quipped.

Emma rolled her eyes at him good-naturedly and quipped, “I would despair if you did.” Taking his hand, she followed him out of the house.

The waiting room wasn’t crowded and after finding a seat, Killian watched his wife unsuccessfully try to hide her erratic emotions from him. She couldn’t stay still, never remaining in the same position for long, and her hands were in constant motion. Finally, worried that she was going to make herself sick, he laid, what he hoped was a calming hand, on her leg. “Emma,” he wanted to be there if she needed him, “what is the problem, love? I thought you were looking forward to this day."

Her touch, normally so sure and strong, came light and quick as he waited for her to speak. "I have been looking forward to it.” She hesitated, as if still unsure about how to put voice to her thoughts, “I’m just feeling a bit unsettled, but I'm also very excited.” When she looked up at him through her lashes his first thought was that he wanted to kiss her and so when she said, “Does that make any sense?” he had to fight with himself to put her needs first.

Knowing she was working her way around to the real issue, he asked her a non-threatening question, “Is there any pain for the wee one?"

"No, it’s just something they lay on my stomach that picks up sound waves.”

Her answer relieved him on several levels and wanting to reassure her that she could share anything, he continued to sit quietly, waiting for her to work through whatever was going on in her head. After several moments of silence, he found he couldn't wait any longer, “Emma, talk to me.”

She opened her mouth, “I…,” and unable to come up with anything else to say, closed her mouth, lowering her eyes.

He tilted her chin up, the indecision on her face showing him exactly how she was feeling even though no words had been spoken. “I’m here.”

“You always are."

"And I always will be." he told her quietly. It was as if the wheels were turning in her brain and they had finally clicked into place because when she opened her mouth to speak, she let him inside of not only her head, but also her heart. "It’s Henry,” she shared. "I didn’t get to do all of this with him and I worry that he’ll be hurt and feel left out.“

He had known that her worry was about Henry, but not the specifics, and wondered if her concerns for the lad stemmed from some unresolved feelings, "Were you hurt when you found out your parents were having another child?”

Watching her face while she thought about his question was like watching a picture show whose goal was to exhibit as many emotions as possible in a short amount of time. After several minutes, she admitted, “A little, but that didn’t last.”

The need to give her comfort had him pulling her onto his lap and wrapping her tightly in his arms, “Emma, Henry is loved. Has he given you any indication that he’s not excited about this baby?”

Killian knew he hadn’t, in fact he had been more conscientious of his mother’s needs than ever before. “No, in fact just the opposite."

"Don’t worry, Swan. As our family grows we will include him as much or as little as he wants.” He stole a kiss before continuing “Feeling better?"

"You always make me feel better,” she whispered in a tight voice.

He could hear the tears still in her voice and hoping to waylay them waggled his brows at her, “And if we were alone, there are other ways I could make you feel better."

"I’m sure you could, Captain Jones." she smiled softly.

When she started to push off his lap, he decided he wasn’t ready to let her go, and tugged her back with a raised brow, "Going somewhere?"

She pointed to where she had been sitting, "I thought I would move back over there."

“No need, love. You are perfect just where you are.” She relaxed back against his shoulder allowing him to enjoy the moment, as together they could face anything. They sat there talking quietly until her name was called and they were shown into the treatment room.

When they walked into the examination room, he wasn’t sure what to expect, especially after the last visit when Whale had brought out what looked like a torture device. He was hoping this visit would be more pleasant and watched closely while she was weighed, and the nurse wrapped something around her arm. Those tasks all seemed very non-threatening and he found himself relaxing slightly.

However, once the doctor walked in and looked at Emma's chart and frowned, Killian immediately went on alert. “Emma, you’ve lost weight. Are you still experiencing morning sickness?"

He hoped she would tell Whale everything but had already decided that if she didn’t he would. Her well-being during this pregnancy was the most important thing and when he heard her say, "It’s not just morning though, but varies throughout the day,” he felt a smile bloom on his face.

Whale closed her chart and laid it aside. “Just remember that what you read is general information, so while most women are feeling much better by twelve weeks, some aren’t. I’m sure the nauseous feeling is uncomfortable, but since your numbers are good I’m really not worried and you shouldn’t be either.” He reached behind him, picking up another instrument, “Let’s see if we can hear your baby’s heartbeat."

Killian saw the doctor pick up a device that he recognized from the book they had been reading. It would allow them to hear their child’s heartbeat; a miracle in any time, but to a 300-year-old pirate who never thought he would have a family, the word miracle seemed inadequate. Anticipation settled deep within so much so that when it registered that the doctor had said ‘if’ and not ‘when’ the breath he had been unknowingly holding escaped, as if he had been punched in the middle during a pirate brawl.

He took a deep breath in an attempt to tamp down the disappointment he was feeling. "Is there a possibility we might not be able to?” He didn't want his anxiousness to show as he didn't want to worry Emma. Taking another deep breath, he said quietly, “I thought those devices were quite accurate."

He watched Whale adjust the dials on the device, wondering how he could sit there so calmly when he had the important task ahead of him. Killian couldn't fathom anything that could be more amazing, but wondered if to the doctor, one heartbeat was just like another. A concept that Killian couldn't understand as the more he learned about the creation of life and what was happening within Emma, the more amazed he felt.

Doctor Whale looked up from what he had been doing, "We should be able to, yes. But Emma is only twelve weeks along and depending on the positioning of the baby, we might not be able to hear the heartbeat for another week or two.” He shrugged a shoulder, "It's all up to your baby."

Killian thought over that piece of information and glanced down at Emma lying on the table and smiled, hoping she felt reassured by it. He knew she could read him as easily as he could read her and seeking both to comfort as well as to receive it, he interlaced their fingers. While the doctor tried to determine where to place the wand for the first time, Killian felt his breath stop and his heart race.

As Whale moved the wand around, trying unsuccessfully to hear something, Killian felt a helplessness that he had felt only a few times in his long life. Looking into his Swan’s eyes seeing the tiny frown forming between her brows and feeling the subtle tightening of the muscles of her small hand told him that she was experiencing the same emotions. He squeezed her hand gently, trying to convey that he was feeling saddened, but no matter what... that it would be alright.

When the wand was lifted from her stomach and nothing had been heard, Killian felt his body sag with disappointment. To be so close, yet still a distance to go was not the outcome he had wanted for today. Would fate really be that cruel?

Whale shook his head, “I’m sorry, Emma, Hook, the baby must be laying in a position too deep for us to hear it this time."

Killian felt so frustrated that he wanted to hit something, but knew it was irrational to blame the doctor. Feeling a tug on his fingers he watched as Emma moved their connected fingers to take hold of Whale’s wrist and almost forcibly put the wand back onto her stomach. Three hands holding the wand, Whale, the modern medicine man, and he and his True Love anticipating a connection with their unborn child.

As the movement of their hands continued, he could no longer tell if they were lowering the wand or if there was some invisible force pulling on it until... there it was - their baby’s heart sounds.

Thumthum-thumthum—-a sound unlike any he had ever heard. So precious and unique to their child that it took his breath and tears immediately filled his eyes. He couldn’t find words to describe how he was feeling or what this moment meant to him and how very much he loved their child without ever having held him or her.

Looking into Emma’s eyes he knew she could see everything that he was feeling, "Our baby,” he whispered reverently, before bending over and kissing her tenderly on the lips.

Whale allowed them to listen for a few more seconds before removing the probe, turning off the device and wiping the gel from her stomach. "Everything sounds good. I’ll see you in a month, alright? “

The words to express exactly what he was feeling were lodged in his throat, but as the door shut, Killian pulled Emma into his arms and covered her lips in a passionate kiss. His body was still tense, his senses heightened, and he couldn’t tell which of them was shaking the most. When their lips parted, she cupped his face with both of her small hands, "How do you feel, daddy?"

With so many feelings running around inside, Killian was afraid if he tried to say anything he would come across like a bumbling idiot. He kissed her, "Oh Swan," he finally whispered, "that was the most amazing sound I have ever heard." The feelings swirling around inside his heart were so intense that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

"You mean this one?” She pushed something and the rapid thum-thum-thum could be heard once again.

Killian’s stared at her phone listening with amazement. “You can get the sound on your talking device?"

"I recorded it.” She smiled smugly, “I thought we might want to let Henry listen to it, or...listen again"

His heart turned over with love at how thoughtful she was, "You’re bloody brilliant, Swan.” “I know,” she quipped.

~~~CS~~~

While Emma was making popcorn, Killian sat on the sofa next to Henry, who was staring intently at his phone. “And what are you studying so keenly on your talking device this night, young sir? Is it crushed candy, crafting mines or poke something?"

Henry showed him the screen, "It’s Word Sweep. I can’t get past this level. Here, see if you have any idea.”

He showed Killian how to move his finger around to connect the letters to spell words. Taking the phone, Killian looked at the box of letters and with a swipe of his finger cleared the board and handed it back.

Henry gave him a look of surprise, took the phone and looked at the words that had been spelled. “I can’t believe I missed that." He shook his head as if annoyed with himself. "So how was the appointment?” he suddenly asked as if just remembering they had gone to see Doctor Whale.

Killian had just opened his mouth to explain when Emma scooted between him and Henry holding her bowl of popcorn tightly. “What did I miss?”

Henry stuck his hand in the bowl, pulled out a handful and shoved the salty snack in his mouth, “Killian was getting ready to let me hear the heartbeat of the new baby,” he answered around the mouthful.

Emma squeezed Killian's thigh. “You have your phone, babe?”

“Aye, love.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and pushed the button, and once again they could hear the rapid beat of their baby’s heart.

That same thrill that he had felt the first time they had heard the heartbeat, ran through his system, just as it did every time. And, as with each time, he felt the same sense of awe and amazement and a giant lump inevitably lodged in his throat preventing him from swallowing easily. When he met Emma’s eyes, he couldn't help but wish they were alone. He wanted to take her in his arms and try to show her everything that he was feeling, but for some reason couldn't find the words to give those feelings justice...plus with their teenage chaperone he would have to wait.

That Henry was able to continue to calmly eat his popcorn, while he was feeling overcome with so many emotions, caused Killian to shake his head. Inside, he was feeling almost raw and knowing that the sound belonged to his child and that someday he would be able to hold that child made him feel emotions he never knew he was capable of feeling.

He was so lost in thought that he completely missed Emma’s question and only heard Henry say, “Now can we watch the movie?” his mind already off on something else while Killian couldn’t get the thumthum- thumthum out of his head.

Emma rolled her eyes and grinned, “Are you ready to watch?"

"Queue it up, young lad. What do you have in store for us tonight?"

Henry turned on the television and found what he was looking for. "Tonight, we are watching Three Men and a Baby.”

Kissing the top of his True Love’s head, Killian allowed himself to enjoy this time with his family as he got lost in Henry’s chosen picture show.

~fin

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