#cshistfic2021

[searchingwardrobes]

She Dreams in Color: 5/6

Are you ready to meet Emma and Killian's baby? Will it be obvious who the father really is? I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! There's a scene with Liam that I wrote when I first started this fic and shared it on the discord chat. It got a chuckle on there, and I hope you enjoy it too. Let's just say it will become more difficult for our lovers to keep their affair a secret.

 Much thanks to all of those following this fic, to @shireness-says​ for organizing the @cshistfic​ event, and to my beta @aerica13​.

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four

Also on Ao3

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose​ @kmomof4​ @xhookswenchx​ @let-it-raines​ @bethacaciakay​ @tiganasummertree​ @shireness-says​ @stahlop​ @scientificapricot​ @spartanguard​ @welllpthisishappening​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @thislassishooked​ @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @kday426​ @ekr032-blog-blog​ @lfh1226-linda​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl​ @profdanglaisstuff​ @ohmakemeahercules​ @carpedzem​ @branlovestowrite​ @superchocovian​ @hollyethecurious​ @vvbooklady1256​ @winterbaby89​ @delirious-latenight-laughs​ @jennjenn615​ @snidgetsafan​ @itsfabianadocarmo​ @lassluna​ @distant-rose​ @courtorderedcake​ @winterbythesea​ @thestateofardadreaming​ @killian-whump​ @thisonesatellite​ @batana54​ @it-meant-something​ @xsajx​ @therooksshiningknight​ @gingerchangeling​​

Chapter Five: No One Else Who Needs to Know

It wasn’t Tuesday, it was Sunday, and Killian had no coal in the back of his truck. There were no deliveries on Sunday, after all. However, he felt an overwhelming, intense desire to see Emma. It wasn’t just that he longed for her every moment of every day. It wasn’t that their relationship had deepened even more since Emma’s heartfelt confession. She loved him; the baby was his. The tenderness they shared was the deepest intimacy Killian had ever known, both physically and emotionally. 

Still, it had nothing to do with any of that. No, this was something more, something that defied explanation. It felt almost supernatural in its intensity. 

Relief surged through him as his truck came closer; he saw no basket of red flowers hanging on the porch. He parked, and a sense of foreboding filled him at the quiet surrounding him. Ominous gray clouds filled the air, and if Killian wasn’t mistaken, they portended snow. 

Killian opened the back screen door tentatively. The inside of the house was even more eerie than the outside. 

 “Emma?” he called hesitantly. 

No answer. Emma wasn’t in the kitchen, and the stove was cold. She clearly hadn’t made breakfast today. He continued to call her name as he went into the parlor. Then a faint voice caught his ear, and he followed it to the stairs. He called her name again, and he could finally hear her answer in a strangled voice. 

“I’m up here!”

It came from her bedroom, and he rushed towards it, flinging open the door. He found Emma still in bed, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her hair was wild, her face was contorted in pain, and sweat drenched her. Killian blanched and felt his knees wobble. 

“I’ll get the midwife.”

Emma shook her head, whimpering. “I can’t afford the midwife.”

If he thought his knees wobbled before, they turned to jelly now. He cursed himself for his weakness in a moment when Emma clearly needed him. 

“I’ll get Anna, then. She’s done this before.”

Emma reached a hand out towards him, her eyes wide with terror. “No, don’t leave me!”

How could he refuse such a request? Despite the fact that he didn’t have a clue how to deliver a baby, he would never leave Emma’s side if she wanted him there. He thought he was supposed to boil water, though what for, he had no clue. There was no time to boil water, however. There wasn’t even time to fully prepare himself. Emma pulled her knees closer, and Killian could see that the baby was coming, whether they were ready or not. 

“I can’t hold back,” Emma wept, “I need to push.”

“Just do what your body is telling you,” he encouraged her, though he knew he wasn’t the best source of childbirth knowledge. But women had been doing this since the dawn of time, right? He figured it should be some sort of instinctual thing. He hoped so, anyway. 

Emma screamed as she took his suggestion and bore down. What he saw coming out of her would have been terrifying if he hadn’t also seen what was clearly a baby’s head with wet, dark hair plastered to its tiny head. 

“The baby’s coming, Emma!” 

She let out a whimpering sob, and he looked into her terrified green eyes. 

“You can do this, Swan, keep pushing.”

She pushed again with another accompanying scream, and the baby’s shoulders were out. Killian cradled the tiny one’s head and felt tears of his own leak from his eyes. He didn’t have to instruct Emma further, and her next few pushes didn’t seem to require as much agony, though she did cry out in obvious pain. Then there he was, a slippery, bloody, squalling baby boy.

“It’s a boy, Emma!” he cried, the tears falling freely now. 

“You have to cut the cord,” Emma told him, her voice thready with exhaustion. “Anna told me that much. You can use the ones in my sewing kit over there.”

In the meantime, Killian snatched a stray blanket from the floor and wrapped the baby up in it. He would clean him up later, but right now he needed his mother. He handed the boy to an exhausted Emma, then went about following her instructions. When he finished, he cleaned up at the wash basin, then knelt at Emma’s side. He was a bit concerned about the look on Emma’s face. She was pale and seemed overwhelmed.

“Swan? Are you okay, love?”

His words caused the damn to break, and without warning Emma was sobbing as she held the baby tight against her breast. The child seemed content and even happy in his mother’s arms and did not protest her embrace. Slightly alarmed, Killian squeezed into the bed next to her and put his arms around her. After a few moments, her tears subsided, and she spoke.

“He has your eyes.”

It wasn’t what he had expected her to say. Was that the reason for her tears? Did she fear her husband’s reaction when he saw the tufts of dark hair and the bright blue eyes? He brushed a kiss to her temple, wishing to ease her pain in what should have been a moment of pure joy. 

“All babies are born with blue eyes,” he told her, “that’s what Anna said when Rolf was born. Her mother was a midwife.”

  Emma turned her face to look at him, and for the first time, her face was clear and her cheeks were rosy. She smiled at him in a wistful way that was tinged with joy. “Well, I still say he looks like you.”

Killian grinned back at her before capturing her lips with a quick kiss. They needed to clean the tiny boy up, but for now Killian and Emma just wanted to look down at their son in awe. In that bubble of happiness, they refused to consider the trouble that could lay ahead.  

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Neal Gold came home the day after Emma gave birth, which meant that Killian went a week without seeing his son. It brought a cold dose of reality; another man would be raising his son. 

Henry. That was the lad’s name. They cleaned the tiny babe up, then had snuggled in bed, counting his fingers and toes. When Killian had asked her what they should name him, she said that Henry sounded nice. Killian agreed. Henry David. A fine name. Henry David Gold, actually. That was another hard, cold truth. His name wouldn’t be Jones. It couldn’t be. 

The Gold farm hadn’t needed coal every week in this mild winter, so Killian headed there in his delivery truck the second Tuesday after the birth of his son. He cheered inwardly when he saw that there was no basket of flowers hanging on the porch. 

“Got your coal!” he called as he entered the back door with his large iron bucket. He discovered Emma at the kitchen table, sobbing into her hands. He set the bucket down with a thud, caring little about the black circle of soot it would leave on the floor, and rushed to Emma’s side. 

“What is it, my love? Are you okay? Is Henry sick?”

She shook her head, lifting her tear stained face to his. “No, he’s fine, he’s upstairs. As for me, I’m . . . I don’t know!”

In addition to her crying, her face turned the deepest shade of crimson he’d ever seen. She looked beyond embarrassed; she was mortified. He’d seen this woman in glorious throes of passion, was intimately acquainted with the most private parts of her anatomy, and had even seen her give birth. What could possibly make her so uncomfortable? 

He had to tread carefully, so he spoke gently. “Are you running a fever perhaps?”

He remembered Anna running a fever after Rolf’s birth, and he and his brother had been frantic with worry while Elsa had laughed hysterically. When she explained that her sister’s milk had simply come in, the two of them wanted the floor to open up beneath them. 

Emma shook her head. “My mother is in Canada, and I don’t have a woman to ask about . . . about this.”

Emma’s eyes were wide and pleading as they looked into his. He could clearly understand what she wasn’t saying. Whatever her ailment, she wasn’t about to breathe a word of it to him. He nodded. 

“Okay, why don’t I get Anna for you? I’m sure Elsa would come too, but both of them could be overwhelming and since Anna is a mother -”

“Just Anna,” Emma interrupted him. “I know their mother was a midwife, but I seriously doubt anyone talks about this unless they’ve been through it.”

There went her blush again. He frowned. 

“This isn’t about . . . um,” he hesitated, scratching behind his ear. “That is to say, Neal isn’t demanding anything, is he? Because I know that you can’t . . . you know, for a while.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “God, no. Neal found me revolting pregnant, and he finds me just as revolting now. I mean, he loved my . . . um, new bosoms - at first. Until he saw me feed the baby. He told me, and I quote, that’s disgusting, cover up.”

Killian’s jaw clenched. The man was an absolute caveman. He wanted to put Emma and Henry in his truck, drive away from here, and never look back. However, he knew that had to be Emma’s choice. So he let out a long, calming breath, and swallowed down the biting remarks he wanted to make.

“He wouldn’t hurt me or the baby,” Emma insisted. 

Killian wasn’t so sure. Nevertheless, he promised to get Anna and return as swiftly as possible. 

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Emma sat on the settee in the parlor as Anna paced the floor, cooing over Henry. Emma wriggled a little, trying to get comfortable. It was a useless cause. She hadn’t been able to sit comfortably since Henry was born. 

“So,” Anna said, still gazing down at the baby in her arms, “what’s going on?”

“Well,” Emma answered, and was surprised when no words would come. She grew up on a farm, for God’s sake! She’d seen the miracle of life - and the disgusting parts. Why was this so hard? Emma blew out a breath as realization washed over her. She wanted her mother, that’s why this was so hard. 

“It must be hard with your mom so far away,” Anna said, as if she could read her mind. She sat on the other side of the settee, giving Emma an understanding smile. “I missed my mom like crazy through my entire pregnancy. I mean, Elsa was great and all, but it hurt, you know? I don’t think I’ll ever stop grieving her in some ways, and it's even worse now that Rolf is here. There are so many times I wish she were here to ask questions: What the hell is that in his diaper? What the hell is that in my underwear? Why can’t I stop crying?”

Anna’s completely un-ladylike burst of words had Emma laughing, and it was the first time she had done that in over a week. Anna laughed too, and reached out to take Emma’s hand while her other arm still cradled Henry. 

“At least my Mom is still here,” Emma told her, “or will be here eventually. I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose both of your parents like you did.”

“It hasn’t been easy,” and for the first time Emma had ever seen, the redhead went silent. After a moment or two, however, she looked back up at Emma with a small smile. “So when is your mom coming?”

“That’s part of it,” Emma sighed, “they’re snowed in. They won’t be able to get out until spring.”

“I’m so sorry, Emma.”

“That’s life, especially these days.”

“So, what’s your question then? I mean, I’m no expert like my mom was, and I’ve only done this once, but I’ll try to help if I can.”

Emma bit her lower lip, then finally just blurted it out. “How long does the bleeding last?”

“Oh, God,” Anna groaned, “I thought it would never stop!”

“I know!” Emma exclaimed, relieved that she had someone who understood to commiserate with. “And was it a lot of blood for you? I’m scared I’m hemorrhaging to death!”

“No, you’re not,” Anna encouraged her, squeezing Emma’s hand. “It does seem like a lot, and it’s just awful, but it does start to taper off. You’re only less than two weeks from delivery, right?”

Emma nodded her head. 

“Just give it time. I bled for about six weeks.”

Emma wrinkled nose. That sounded terrible! She licked her lips again, nervously. “And can it sometimes look -”

“Like parts of the slaughter house ended up in your panties? Yes.”

Emma was shocked at Anna’s blunt words at first, then she burst out laughing. She laughed so long and so loud that tears ran down her cheeks and Henry woke up. 

“That’s my cue, I think,” Anna laughed. She kissed the baby boy on the top of his head, then handed him back to Emma. As Emma got situated to nurse, Anna got to her feet, but before she turned to go, she said, “Emma?”

“Yes?”

“You’re like a sister to me and Elsa. Please let Killian know if you need us, even if it’s just to talk.”

Emma blinked back sudden tears. “Thank you.”

“Oh, and that’s normal too,” Anna laughed, “the constant crying. The baby cries, you cry, it’s this whole wacky cycle.”

Anna left Emma then, the room still filled with her laughter and encouragement. 

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Anna came down the porch steps of the Gold farmhouse and slid into the passenger seat of the ice truck. For once in her life, she was absolutely silent, and it made Killian extremely irritated. 

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“How did it go?”

Anna just stared at him - and what was that smug smile on her face? 

“Come on, Anna, is Emma okay?”

Anna waved her hand. “Oh yeah, she’ll be fine.”

Killian let out a relieved sigh as he put the truck in drive and started towards home. When Anna spoke again, he almost drove right off the road. 

“And I was so excited to hold my sister’s nephew.”

He managed to get the truck back under control, then tossed Anna a shocked look. She arched a brow at him - ah, so that was the reason for the smug smile. 

“So,” she asked him, “are you going to tell Liam? Or should I?”

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“I can’t believe this!” Liam shouted, his face mottled red with anger. 

He paced back and forth, his hands occasionally going to his hair. Killian had known his brother wouldn’t take the news well, but at this rate, Liam would pull all his hair out. He stopped pacing and railed on Killian once again. 

“You had to make the iceman stereotype true! I knew you were far too charming.”

“So which is it, Liam? You can’t believe what I did, or I’m so charming it doesn’t surprise you? Cause it can’t be both.”

Liam glared at him. “I should have made the deliveries and had you keep the books.” 

Killian flashed a roguish grin. “I like to use my hands and get out and see people.”

“Poor choice of words, little brother.”

“Younger,” Killian muttered automatically, “and she was lonely and sad.”

  “There’s a depression going on! Are you going to sleep with every sad and lonely woman?”

Killian grinned cheekily. “Just seeing me usually does the trick. Emma just needed my full and prompt attention.”

The parlor door opened, and Elsa breezed in, leveling them both with a look colder than the ice they delivered. Killian almost chuckled at the way Liam straightened his spine like he was on a naval ship again.

“Would you two stop going at it like children?” she snapped. “Killian, at least have the decency to apologize for your behavior.”

Liam arched a brow at his little brother, but before he got too smug, Elsa turned and lit into him as well.��

“And you. Liam, did you seriously not see this coming? Anna and I knew Killian had fallen for her the first time he brought her up.”

“That’s beside the point!” Liam protested. “Do you know how much it could hurt our business if word of this gets out?”

Elsa rolled her eyes. “I’m far more concerned about the worldwide depression when it comes to the business. Whose knickers Killian is getting into is neither here nor there.”

“Elsa!” Liam, ever the Puritan, admonished his wife. Killian did laugh then. Until Elsa leveled him with a glacial stare.

“I hope you know what you’ve done. The Golds aren’t a family you want to mess with. I hope for your sake, and Emma’s, that they never find out you’re that baby’s father.”

Killian’s face drained of its color and his heart lurched in his chest. He knew Elsa was right. 

God help them all: he, Emma, and Henry. 

Especially Henry. 

[kmomof4]

Ohhhhhh, this is soooo fantastic!!! The intrigue is DELICIOUS!!!! Can’t WAIT for more!!!

the part of a swan / chapter three

It should be clear that Emma did not, by any means, regret her ruination. She did not miss the person she had been before that night; the eager, naive girl, brought up always to behave a certain way, to speak softly, to do as she was bidden, to be what she was told.

Emma no longer believed in allowing people to tell her who she could be.

But Killian Jones is not concerned with who she was–he’s interested in who she is.

And he might be the only one smart enough to uncover the truth.

Written for CS Historical Fic 2021 @cshistfic

AO3 chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

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Killian’s hands fell to her waist, pulling her closer, one leg into hers, the red skirts now swirling around both of them; her hand came to the nape of his neck and he felt her fingers threading into his hair.  She pushed him, taking the kiss deeper, stroking long and soft and he followed her movements; his hand brushed her side in a long caress, his thumb tracing the edge of her neckline and what lay underneath the fabric.  It felt natural, allowing her the lead, giving in to her just as she gave in to him.  He’d never felt so well-matched in his life.

The thought was hardly formed before the moment shattered and he froze as the realization rippled through him, uncomfortable and unshakable and certain.  

And yet, he was shaking.

“Amelia?”

The voice was a faraway echo as Killian remembered where he was; when, and with whom.  

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[kmomof4]

What a lovely LOVELY chapter!!!! First, HENRY!!!!

❤️❤️❤️

Then Anna!!!

Then ELSA!!!! But, oh man, she’s right and I am

Can’t wait for next week!!

She Dreams in Color: 5/6

Are you ready to meet Emma and Killian’s baby? Will it be obvious who the father really is? I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! There’s a scene with Liam that I wrote when I first started this fic and shared it on the discord chat. It got a chuckle on there, and I hope you enjoy it too. Let’s just say it will become more difficult for our lovers to keep their affair a secret.

 Much thanks to all of those following this fic, to @shireness-says​ for organizing the @cshistfic​ event, and to my beta @aerica13​.

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four

Also on Ao3

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose​ @kmomof4​ @xhookswenchx​ @let-it-raines​ @bethacaciakay​ @tiganasummertree​ @shireness-says​ @stahlop​ @scientificapricot​ @spartanguard​ @welllpthisishappening​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @thislassishooked​ @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @kday426​ @ekr032-blog-blog​ @lfh1226-linda​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl​ @profdanglaisstuff​ @ohmakemeahercules​ @carpedzem​ @branlovestowrite​ @superchocovian​ @hollyethecurious​ @vvbooklady1256​ @winterbaby89​ @delirious-latenight-laughs​ @jennjenn615​ @snidgetsafan​ @itsfabianadocarmo​ @lassluna​ @distant-rose​ @courtorderedcake​ @winterbythesea​ @thestateofardadreaming​ @killian-whump​ @thisonesatellite​ @batana54​ @it-meant-something​ @xsajx​ @therooksshiningknight​ @gingerchangeling​​

Chapter Five: No One Else Who Needs to Know

It wasn’t Tuesday, it was Sunday, and Killian had no coal in the back of his truck. There were no deliveries on Sunday, after all. However, he felt an overwhelming, intense desire to see Emma. It wasn’t just that he longed for her every moment of every day. It wasn’t that their relationship had deepened even more since Emma’s heartfelt confession. She loved him; the baby was his. The tenderness they shared was the deepest intimacy Killian had ever known, both physically and emotionally. 

Still, it had nothing to do with any of that. No, this was something more, something that defied explanation. It felt almost supernatural in its intensity. 

Relief surged through him as his truck came closer; he saw no basket of red flowers hanging on the porch. He parked, and a sense of foreboding filled him at the quiet surrounding him. Ominous gray clouds filled the air, and if Killian wasn’t mistaken, they portended snow. 

Killian opened the back screen door tentatively. The inside of the house was even more eerie than the outside. 

 “Emma?” he called hesitantly. 

No answer. Emma wasn’t in the kitchen, and the stove was cold. She clearly hadn’t made breakfast today. He continued to call her name as he went into the parlor. Then a faint voice caught his ear, and he followed it to the stairs. He called her name again, and he could finally hear her answer in a strangled voice. 

“I’m up here!”

It came from her bedroom, and he rushed towards it, flinging open the door. He found Emma still in bed, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her hair was wild, her face was contorted in pain, and sweat drenched her. Killian blanched and felt his knees wobble. 

“I’ll get the midwife.”

Emma shook her head, whimpering. “I can’t afford the midwife.”

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[jennjenn615]

No no no no!! Just hell no!!! Neal has at least one mistress that we know of!! Emma and Killian’s son are going to be fine. And that douchebag is not going to raise him!!! And Gold can go and stuff it!!!!!

Only one chapter left and I am so anxious for it!!!! Thank you for this amazing story!!!! I love it!!!!!

She Dreams in Color: 5/6

Are you ready to meet Emma and Killian’s baby? Will it be obvious who the father really is? I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! There’s a scene with Liam that I wrote when I first started this fic and shared it on the discord chat. It got a chuckle on there, and I hope you enjoy it too. Let’s just say it will become more difficult for our lovers to keep their affair a secret.

 Much thanks to all of those following this fic, to @shireness-says​ for organizing the @cshistfic​ event, and to my beta @aerica13​.

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four

Also on Ao3

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose​ @kmomof4​ @xhookswenchx​ @let-it-raines​ @bethacaciakay​ @tiganasummertree​ @shireness-says​ @stahlop​ @scientificapricot​ @spartanguard​ @welllpthisishappening​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @thislassishooked​ @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @kday426​ @ekr032-blog-blog​ @lfh1226-linda​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl​ @profdanglaisstuff​ @ohmakemeahercules​ @carpedzem​ @branlovestowrite​ @superchocovian​ @hollyethecurious​ @vvbooklady1256​ @winterbaby89​ @delirious-latenight-laughs​ @jennjenn615​ @snidgetsafan​ @itsfabianadocarmo​ @lassluna​ @distant-rose​ @courtorderedcake​ @winterbythesea​ @thestateofardadreaming​ @killian-whump​ @thisonesatellite​ @batana54​ @it-meant-something​ @xsajx​ @therooksshiningknight​ @gingerchangeling​​

Chapter Five: No One Else Who Needs to Know

It wasn’t Tuesday, it was Sunday, and Killian had no coal in the back of his truck. There were no deliveries on Sunday, after all. However, he felt an overwhelming, intense desire to see Emma. It wasn’t just that he longed for her every moment of every day. It wasn’t that their relationship had deepened even more since Emma’s heartfelt confession. She loved him; the baby was his. The tenderness they shared was the deepest intimacy Killian had ever known, both physically and emotionally. 

Still, it had nothing to do with any of that. No, this was something more, something that defied explanation. It felt almost supernatural in its intensity. 

Relief surged through him as his truck came closer; he saw no basket of red flowers hanging on the porch. He parked, and a sense of foreboding filled him at the quiet surrounding him. Ominous gray clouds filled the air, and if Killian wasn’t mistaken, they portended snow. 

Killian opened the back screen door tentatively. The inside of the house was even more eerie than the outside. 

 “Emma?” he called hesitantly. 

No answer. Emma wasn’t in the kitchen, and the stove was cold. She clearly hadn’t made breakfast today. He continued to call her name as he went into the parlor. Then a faint voice caught his ear, and he followed it to the stairs. He called her name again, and he could finally hear her answer in a strangled voice. 

“I’m up here!”

It came from her bedroom, and he rushed towards it, flinging open the door. He found Emma still in bed, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her hair was wild, her face was contorted in pain, and sweat drenched her. Killian blanched and felt his knees wobble. 

“I’ll get the midwife.”

Emma shook her head, whimpering. “I can’t afford the midwife.”

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[searchingwardrobes]

These reaction gifs were the BEST @kmomof4 ! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

She Dreams in Color: 5/6

Are you ready to meet Emma and Killian’s baby? Will it be obvious who the father really is? I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! There’s a scene with Liam that I wrote when I first started this fic and shared it on the discord chat. It got a chuckle on there, and I hope you enjoy it too. Let’s just say it will become more difficult for our lovers to keep their affair a secret.

 Much thanks to all of those following this fic, to @shireness-says​ for organizing the @cshistfic​ event, and to my beta @aerica13​.

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four

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Chapter Five: No One Else Who Needs to Know

It wasn’t Tuesday, it was Sunday, and Killian had no coal in the back of his truck. There were no deliveries on Sunday, after all. However, he felt an overwhelming, intense desire to see Emma. It wasn’t just that he longed for her every moment of every day. It wasn’t that their relationship had deepened even more since Emma’s heartfelt confession. She loved him; the baby was his. The tenderness they shared was the deepest intimacy Killian had ever known, both physically and emotionally. 

Still, it had nothing to do with any of that. No, this was something more, something that defied explanation. It felt almost supernatural in its intensity. 

Relief surged through him as his truck came closer; he saw no basket of red flowers hanging on the porch. He parked, and a sense of foreboding filled him at the quiet surrounding him. Ominous gray clouds filled the air, and if Killian wasn’t mistaken, they portended snow. 

Killian opened the back screen door tentatively. The inside of the house was even more eerie than the outside. 

 “Emma?” he called hesitantly. 

No answer. Emma wasn’t in the kitchen, and the stove was cold. She clearly hadn’t made breakfast today. He continued to call her name as he went into the parlor. Then a faint voice caught his ear, and he followed it to the stairs. He called her name again, and he could finally hear her answer in a strangled voice. 

“I’m up here!”

It came from her bedroom, and he rushed towards it, flinging open the door. He found Emma still in bed, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her hair was wild, her face was contorted in pain, and sweat drenched her. Killian blanched and felt his knees wobble. 

“I’ll get the midwife.”

Emma shook her head, whimpering. “I can’t afford the midwife.”

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