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Emma lay on the couch in the towerroom, her lounge. A little crib was already installed there, months before the baby was due. She had just started showing, but the slightly swollen stomach was already something both Emma and Killian were overly fascinated with. Emmas hand was on her stomach. She was already no longer working for the time of her pregnancy - though nobody knew why. She was mostly in here, for the first time actually really enjoying it. The place was protected. She had Netflix, only her boys could come in. That meant Killian, obviously, his family, Davy, Liam, Nemo, her own father and brother and that was it. She needed peace. Those men usually didn’t threaten her peace, they enhanced it. Even Davy by now. Davy had returned one night, giving Emma so precious gifts for the newborn, the very crib that his own daughter rocked her sons to sleep, Killian and Liam. Now it was to go to his greatgrandson or daughter. Which was why it was up here, protected by all the magic they could come up with.
Her peace was disturbed by the door opening. Emma expected it to be Liam or her father asking her to babysit Neal. It was Liam, just not the one she expected. The Liam she saw now was dead, moved on. He was pale, as if no life was in him still. But he was alive. He looked around the room as he entered it, the exception for his youngest brother also affecting him, he could go in and out as he wanted.
“I came to warn you, Emma.” He said. Something seemed to hold him back. “A new war is coming. And you are not on the winning side. Listen to reason.” With that he left, not disappeared, he left the room like any other person. Emma immediately reached for her phone to call the station where Killian was at work.
“Killian Killian you need to come home. Liam was here, with a warning for me.”
