#cs pregnancy

[ask--killianjones]

So you’re saying Emma isn’t an obnoxiously demanding pregnant woman?

She is not.  And what she does ask of me, I am more than happy to provide. 

After all, the occasionally... trying task of carrying our child is hers to bear. 

[captain-swan-coffee]

God I can’t with these two! It’s official! They are having a baby! So glad they are together!

[lizacstuff]

ANYWay moving on from that mess captain swan are beautiful and end game and they’re probably so excited to be parents of a true love baby, getting ready for their arrival. Real Killian is probably currently dealing with Emma’s mood swings and freaking out every single time emma so much as stands up, trying to smother her into resting and taking care of herself. Emma probably gets so pissed off but secretly enjoys the way he’s so over protective and ridiculously attentive to her every need. 💖💖

You know when I think about what Emma and Killian would be like as they prepare for child, I go back and forth.

We all know that Emma can have prickly moments, and EVERY pregnant woman on the planet gets a pass for being crabby at times because of hormones and it being an uncomfortable thing to incubate a human for 10 months, lol, but on the other hand she almost never gets prickly with Killian when things are quiet. She’s so soft and squishy and loving around him. 

So maybe she would have mood swings or be annoyed at him being over protective, but mostly I think she would be looking at him with hearteyes, counting her blessing that she’s getting another chance to experience pregnancy and motherhood with a true partner who loves her and their unborn child more than anything, including his own life, and who is doing everything in his power to take care of her and make her comfortable.

She has what so many people lack in moments like this, perspective.  She knows first hand how bad things could be and how good they are. And I think she would cherish it. 

Although, I can see her getting a little annoyed when he constantly tries to feed her healthy things, but she lets him win for the baby’s sake. ;)

[justanotherwannabeclassic]

Bloom (5/?)

Here’s another chapter of Bloom! Sorry for the delay in posting. I’ve been busy wrapping up my CSBB. But after this weekend, I will be mostly free! Once again, many thanks to @unfolded73 .  In this chapter, Regina and Snow throw Emma a shower, and Emma has a heart-to-heart with Zelena.

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Chapter 5: Daughters Her mother's farmhouse could only be described as a rainbow explosion. Multi-colored streamers hung from the ceiling, the cupcakes were iced in a variety of bright colors -- hot pinks, yellows, oranges, and blue. Snow and Regina had really outdone themselves with the baby shower. Not only were the decorations wonderful, but so was the food -- cupcakes, donuts, mini grilled cheese sandwiches -- basically everything Emma could want.

Emma only had one rule regarding the shower. Well, two. The first was not to have any weird or gross games, which Regina had thankfully backed her up on. The second rule was to avoid an over-abundance of pink. It wasn't as if she was opposed to her daughter wearing pink or dresses, she just didn't want that to be the only option for her.

So far, both of her requirements were being met.

"We're celebrating the birth of a new princess," Snow commented when Emma expressed her awe, "and most importantly, were celebrating my new granddaughter."  

"Please don't go all Jurassic Park on me and say you 'spared no expense'," Emma teased as she loaded her plate with more mini grilled cheeses. They were heavenly. "Actually, I take it back, these are fantastic. Don't spare any expense next time."

 "Next time? You and Guyliner are already talking about baby number two?" Regina asked from her station in the kitchen. She was mixing mocktails, though Emma was sure that her friend had spiked her own.

"Oh God, no. I just meant in the greater ‘next time’ sense, for whomever has a baby next. Or any birthday parties."

In fact, Emma was fairly certain she didn't want any more babies after this one. She already wasn't a fan of the toll this pregnancy was taking on her body, and she doubted it would get any easier with age. Besides, she imagined she and Killian were going to have their hands quite full soon with this one.  

Any further line of questioning was cut off as guests began to arrive. Emma had been half-convinced that her mother was going to invite the entire female population of Storybrooke, but she was pleased to see the women arriving were those she was already friendly with.

"It was watching him with Alexandra, wasn't it?" Ashley asked with a wink shortly after she arrived. "I knew those gears in your head had to have started turning when you saw how sweet he was with her."

"It may have nudged me along a tiny bit," Emma answered. Not too seriously, as she had been convinced she was going to die at the time. But the sight of Killian jovially interacting with the young girl had reminded Emma about the future they could have had, if she were not bound by fate.

The future they were sharing now.

"It's still shocking to me to see you two married," Aurora admitted, her cheeks turning pink at her confession. "I mean, it's obvious that you and the Captain both truly love one another, but I never would have considered it when you first met and he was working for Cora." 

Emma couldn't blame Aurora there. Even though Killian had made an effort to protect the princess' heart, he had also helped steal it in the first place. Besides, even though she felt a connection with Killian when they first met, she never envisioned it blooming to this.

"If it makes you feel better, neither did I," Emma assured Aurora.

"Me either," Snow added. She reached over to grab Emma's hand. "But I'm glad we all were wrong. I couldn't imagine our family without him now."

From across the room, Emma could hear Zelena mimicking a gagging noises. "You lot keep talking about how you never expected Storybrooke's golden couple to get together, and I've spent my whole time here trying to figure out why it took her so long to climb him like a tree."

"Zelena!"

"My mother is right here," Emma emphasized, waving her hands toward Snow. She just knew she was turning the color of her favorite jacket.

"What? Regina is technically your step-grandmother, and I know you've mentioned sex things around her."

"Be that as it may," Regina cut in with a severe tone, her voice all Evil Queen, "this party is to celebrate the baby, not to debate just which position made her."

"Someone kill me now." She buried her face in her hands, shaking her head as a few of her friends snickered. 

"Well how am I supposed to know what happens at these events? I never got the chance for anyone to host me one. Someone decided to speed up my pregnancy."

An awkward silence descended upon the room, and Emma felt very much like she had been punched in the gut. It was a deserved verbal gut punch, in her opinion, because what she had done as the Dark One had been cruel, but she hadn't expected it and wasn't prepared for the barb. Emma tried to think of words to say, but they died in her throat.

"Zelena, can you come into the kitchen and help me whip up some more drinks?" Regina's voice was like ice.

"Fine. But I was just stating the obvious. No need to be so touchy."

And then Zelena was gone, pulled into the kitchen to surely get scolded in some manner. Not that Emma was entirely sure she deserved it; maybe a lesson in tact, but that was probably fruitless with the Wicked Witch.

The mood at the party was still awkward. It was Belle who broke the silence, clapping her hands together, and announcing, "How about we play a game?"

Emma wasn't in the mood for games, but she acquiesced because she wasn't about to further sour the mood of the event, especially after all of the hard work everyone seemed to put into it. Granny was already glaring daggers at the doorway through which Zelena and Regina had left. Emma didn't want to make it worse.

Belle had left the room shortly after her inquiry, only to come back with a rather large stack of children's books. She handed them out at random.

"Now, Emma, prior to the game, everyone sent in their favorite children's book, or one they thought every child should have. Only we didn't tell each other the book we were bringing. So, the point of the game is to try to pair everyone with their book. I also threw in a few extra to make it more difficult," Belle explained. Well, the game wasn't gross, but it was a little on the strange side. Emma wondered if this was the type of game Belle would have wanted to the play at the shower she never had the chance to receive. "At the end of the game, you get to keep all of the books, so you'll have your own little library!"

Yes, yes it was.

Admittedly, it was a really entertaining game, and more difficult than she expected. Some were easy. Belle clearly had submitted Her Handsome Hero into the game, but the others through her for a loop. Aurora, of all people, had submitted Go the Fuck to Sleep.

"Sometimes you just feel like saying it," she explained, blushing. Emma had a feeling she wasn't normally openly crass. "And besides, it's a bit of a joke between Phillip and I with the whole sleeping curse." 

Surprisingly, there were few fairy tale stories, and none about the people they actually knew.

"Why confuse her with the wrong versions?" Snow explained with a shrug. Emma refrained from telling her that number one on Henry's "To Do" list for his younger sibling was to show her Peter Pan. 

Eventually Zelena and Regina returned, the former looking somewhat surly, but holding her tongue. Emma felt another pang of guilt, but pushed it down. Later, she told herself.

There was another round of games, the second one involving cupcakes and a hidden baby that Ashley won, before everyone gathered around Emma as she opened gifts.

Growing up, Emma rarely received any presents. Having everyone gathered around her was oddly foreign, and she tried to mask any discomfort she felt. This was everything she had wanted as a child -- a loving family and encouraging friends -- but now that she had it, she was still unsure of how to react. A small part of her, the little lost girl she doubted would ever fully disappear, still doubted she even deserved all of this attention.

"You guys really didn't have to do all of this," she said, eyeing what could only be described as a mountain of carefully wrapped gifts.

"We did," her mother insisted, placing a hand over hers and squeezing it encouragingly, "and most important of all, we wanted to."

"It's about time we had something to celebrate other than defeating the latest villain," Granny commented gruffly, causing an outbreak of laughter. "I'd much rather have my catering services go toward you rather than another 'we didn't die today' party."

"And since you were the one who did a lot of the almost-dying to save us, it's the least we could do," Ashley added sincerely.

Emma felt tears welling, ones she couldn't solely attribute to pregnancy hormones. Even if she totally was going to anyway. Willing them down, she laughed uneasily. "Well, if that's the case..."

Gifts were soon passed over to her, and Emma opened them with care. She was surprised when she opened a rather large gift from Belle. She had been expecting books, but instead it was full of tiny pirate-themed baby items -- onesies with anchors and skulls and crossbones, pirate socks and bobs, and --

"Is this a stuffed crocodile?" 

"Rumple thought it would be amusing," Belle answered with a twinkle in her eye.

"Leave it to the Dark One to have a strange sense of humor," Zelena commented, as Regina did her best to hide a snigger. "Though you might want to check to see if it's cursed." 

"He would not curse it!"

"I'm sure he wouldn't curse a stuffed animal," Regina said, casting a significant look to Emma that said yes, she would be checking for curses, even if she wouldn’t admit to doing so in front of Belle.

Emma set the crocodile to the side. She would leave it to Regina to figure out if it was safe, though she doubted Gold would be cruel enough to curse a her child's stuffed toy. But Emma had learned to err on the side of caution. (And even if it wasn't cursed, she doubted Killian would want the thing anywhere near their kid.)

She gasped when she opened a gift from Granny, a knitted blanket not dissimilar to her own.

"It's beautiful," she said. She clutched it closely to her chest. "Really, thank you."

"It's my honor," Granny replied, and much to Emma's surprise, it appeared that the older woman was dabbing her own eyes with a napkin.

Eventually Emma came to the end of the pile of gifts. At some point, Regina had magicked in a lovely rocking chair as a present, telling Emma how Henry had loved being rocked to sleep. Though Emma had muddy, fake memories of Henry's infancy, she appreciated Regina's explanation and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Thank you," she whispered in her friend's ear, not sure if she meant more for the gift or the way she raised their son.

The party dissolved into idle chatter and snacking after that. Granny had catered a lot of food, and no one was willing to let it go to waste. Especially Emma, who was helping herself to her third plate of an assortment of mini grilled cheeses, cookies, and vegetables. Adding vegetables made things healthier, right? As Emma was trying to decide if she could get away with eating another cupcake, she overheard Regina telling a story of Henry’s first attempt at changing baby Robyn’s diaper -- a memory that never failed to make Henry turn bright red -- Emma realized that she hadn’t seen Zelena since they finished with gifts. She glanced around the room, and sure enough, Zelena was missing.

Another wave of guilt crested over Emma, and leaving her cupcake forgotten, she decided to seek out the Wicked Witch. Emma knew how it felt to see others get what she never had. And since she was more or less the root cause of Zelena’s shortened pregnancy, she felt an obligation to apologize to the other woman, or at the very least attempt to make her feel comfortable.

Emma found Zelena on the back deck, leaning against the wooden railing with a glass of amber liquid in her hand.

“Hey,” Emma greeted. She felt somewhat awkward approaching Zelena. They weren’t exactly friends, but they weren’t just acquaintances either. Emma walked to stand next to her, and tapped her hands against the wood. “Is is bad how much I miss drinking booze? I have no idea what that says about me.”

“It says you are exceptionally terrible at small talk,” Zelena replied with a bitter laugh. “Shouldn’t you be inside celebrating? All of those people are here for you, you know.”

“I think they can deal without me for a few minutes,” Emma said. She took a deep breath before continuing, “Listen, Zelena, I want to apologize for everything I did while I was the Dark One, and how it affected you and Robyn.” 

“Feeling guilty, are we?” Zelena asked. She took a long sip of her drink. “It’s no matter. It’s not like you lot would have done anything for me or her then. I would have been locked in the prison until delivery.”

While that was probably true and honestly deserved at the time, Emma thought this was neither the time nor place to bring it up. Instead, she went with the other truth, “It doesn’t make what I did right.” 

“No, it really doesn’t.” Zelena looked down at her drink, and swirled the remaining liquid. “It’s a little bit strange, isn’t it, how many terrible things we’ve all done to one another. We both know each other’s sins. Regina cursed this entire town. Your husband nearly killed Belle, and her husband’s fucked over us all more than once. And here we all are together, celebrating a new baby.”

“I think that’s called being a family.” That sounded like something her mother would say, and it felt right in a weird sort of way. They weren’t a traditional family by any sort of definition, but Emma had grown to love how her family wasn’t exactly cookie-cutter.

“God, what a mess we are.”

“Yeah, but it’s our mess.”

“It makes you wonder what we brought our children into,” Zelena muttered before finishing her drink. She laughed before saying, “Apologies. I was warned not to make things too dark today.”

“You’re not wrong, though. And sometimes the truth is pretty dark and twisty,” Emma mused, thinking back to her fears when she first discovered the pregnancy. They hadn’t abated completely, and she doubted they ever would. “But I take comfort in the fact that I’m bringing her into a family that would raise hell to keep her safe.”

“Literally, in some cases.” 

“We’d do the same for Robyn, you know. She’s one of us,” Emma replied, to which Zelena gave he smile. “Honestly, I’m grateful for Robyn.”

“Everyone should be grateful for her. She’s a gift. But why say that now?”

Emma gestured to her stomach. “Her.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Emma replied, not sure how to articulate her feelings on the subject. “I never really had a family growing up, and I was even worse at making friends. I had Lily, I guess, and it was great, but even that fell apart. And, I dunno, I’m not saying that they have to be friends, I mean I want them to be, but I like that there will be another girl there who understands this mess of a family. God, I’m not saying this right--”

Zelena cut her off. “I’m glad Robyn has a family too, as strange as it is. And, you know, another girl to hang around. I’m already sure those boys will be handfuls.”

“And our girls won’t?” 

“True. I’ll honestly be a little disappointed if she doesn’t turn out a tiny bit wicked.”

“I was a thief and Killian’s a pirate. I think being a hellraiser is in this kid’s blood,” Emma said as she placed her hand lovingly on her stomach. A part of her was already dreading the teenage years.

“I pity the fool who tries to stand in either of our girls’ ways,” Zelena commented, completely oblivious to her reference. Emma had to bite down a laugh. Now was not the time to point out a missed pop culture reference, especially now that things between her and Zelena were slightly on the mend.

“Speaking of standing in people’s way, the last I checked, there were a ton of cupcakes left over. What do you say we go back to the party, and get them before they’re gone?”

“That is a terrible segue,” Zelena said. Despite her comment, she shrugged, and headed to the door. “I need more whiskey anyway.”

When they reentered the house, true to form, Zelena made a beeline for the kitchen and her mother’s stock of alcohol. Regina cast Emma a concerned look, stopping her before she could forge her own path to the dessert table. “Did she say anything to you? I told her--”

“Relax, it’s fine,” Emma assured her friend. “In fact, I think we bonded.”

“You bonded with my sister?” Regina couldn’t keep the skepticism out of her voice.

“Hey, I’ve always heard babies have a weird way of bringing people together. This is another example of that,” Emma replied with a smile. Turning her attention away from Regina, she said, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m growing a baby, and need a cupcake.”

And get a cupcake, Emma did. As Emma surveyed the party, from the food Granny provided, to her mother talking animatedly to Ashley and Aurora, to Regina watching the room like a hawk, to even Zelena with her whiskey now laughing with Belle, she felt thankful for the family her daughter was being born into, and the community she was inheriting. And as cheesy as it sounded, that truly was the best gift possible.

[initiala]

Hi, do you write prompts right now? If you do, could you write for your Ecstasy is All You Need sex during pregnancy? something like Emma is pregnant and Killian is really scared he'll hurt her... or you know... :) thank you so much, your writing is awesome

so, uh, turns out that this kind of a thing for me…

pardon if it comes off as rusty, why bother warming up after taking a few weeks off from writing when you can just jump into the deep end without a life preserver?

(and thank you as ever to my partner in crime Tina for rescuing me from my own misery while writing and actually making sex happen here)

She leaned against the wall, arms resting loosely over her still-small belly as she watched him read on the couch. Theirs was a (mostly) quiet house, the only active TV up in Henry’s room and Henry spending a lot of his time at Regina’s these days. (Apparently they were, in his words, ‘nauseating’ and with how much Emma herself had actually been nauseated recently, she didn’t blame him in the least for hightailing it out of there.) Sometimes she binged on HGTV with her feet up on Killian’s lap while he read, but there was something nice about a quiet house after a long day of breaking up shouting matches between dwarves.

Though, there was also something nice about disturbing the peace as well. And there had definitely been a distinct lack of disturbing the peace as of late.

Something she was damn well determined to fix tonight.

Emma licked her lips, letting her baser instincts take over as she pushed off the wall. There was an extra sway in her hips as she stalked around the couch, a coy tilt to her head as she slid her fingers down the page of his book to get his attention. She watched as his lips twitched, his eyes following the line of her fingers up her arm and finally to her face. “Hello, darling.”

“Hey, sailor,” she replied, her voice husky. “Mind if I come aboard?”

Killian’s eyebrows went up; he seemed a bit awestruck as she dog-eared the page and closed the book, tossing it onto the coffee table behind her just before straddling his legs. His hand and brace went immediately to her hips and just that little bit of pressure, that little bit of warmth, sent her hormones spiraling. Emma cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the apples of his cheeks, and captured his lips in a kiss.

She pushed them back, pinning him to the back of the couch as she kissed and nibbled his lips, her hands moving from his jaw up to his hair. He groaned into her mouth as she tugged on the soft strands, his hips rocking up into hers, and it only made her burn hotter.

“Off,” she gasped, her hands moving to the god-awful number of buttons on his person.

Her kisses grew fiercer, more hurried. She nipped and nibbled, fingers fumbling for every button they could find, and he started pushing her back with his mouth. “Emma.”

Her name slipped out several times between kisses; she was going to be seriously annoyed if his tone didn’t change from “I need you to stop” to “I need you to stop before I come in my pants.” She stopped, reluctantly as it was; her limbs felt heavy with lust as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “Killian, what’s wrong?”

His expression sent a thrill down her spine: flushed cheeks, his hair a wreck from her enthusiastic pulling, kiss-swollen lips, and glassy eyes that really weren’t sure where to focus on.

She could eat him up like this. Why on earth was he making her stop?

“No, love, nothing – bloody hell,” he bit out as she wriggled slightly in his lap. “Nothing wrong, just – fuck.”

“Killian.” She tried to keep the whine from her voice, tried to lure him down the path of temptation by pressing her aching sex against his cock (his hard cock, thank you very much), but found it difficult to grind against him in just the way he liked.

It wasn’t quite so roomy in his lap anymore, not with the bump adding some inches to her ever-vanishing waistline. Her pregnancy with Henry had gone way differently; while part of her suspected it had more to do with prison and the complete inability to satisfy her weird cravings, she embraced a more optimistic line of thought that it meant this one was a girl. But Killian kept talking about old wives tales and claiming it would be a boy and they were still a couple of weeks out from being able to tell the sex for sure, so it was going to be a point of contention (and a pain in her ass) for a little bit longer.

In the meantime, Emma was (mostly) over her morning sickness and fucking horny for the first time in weeks, and her husband was making her stop.

“Emma, love, just hold a tick,” he said, his hand running in soothing circles on her side and his brace a comfortable weight on her hip. “Not that I don’t love the attention, but what’s brought this on?” She sat back, her lust cooling slightly as she stared at him. His brows furrowed. “What?”

“Are you seriously asking me why I’m trying to rip you out of your clothes right now?”

“Emma –” He looked at a loss for a moment before saying, “You’re with child.”

“Yeah, kind of aware of that.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, considering his next words carefully. “It’s not… unsafe?”

Any irritation she felt melted away at those words coupled with his worried frown and the gentle slide of his thumb across her belly. Killian’s doting ways had only increased after they found out she was expecting; he’d been a nervous wreck over her morning sickness, (another difference in this pregnancy: definitely not confined to mornings), and seriously going above and beyond to keep her happy and comfortable, even as she’d practically made herself a nest in the bathtub for those first several weeks. “Definitely safe,” she said. “You didn’t get to that part in all those books you got from Belle?”

She hoped her teasing tone would soothe the worried lines around his eyes, but his gaze dropped as he pulled her in close, resting his head between her breasts. “I did, but…”

Emma inhaled, breathing in his scent as she gently cradled his head and combed her fingers through his hair, taming it just a little. He’s gotten so much better over the last few years that sometimes she forgot how deep his fears and self-loathing ran. “You won’t hurt either of us, Killian, I promise. I wouldn’t even consider it if it wasn’t safe.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his head, gently easing him back so she could look at him properly. “I’m not saying we have to have the kind of crazy acrobatic sex that knocked me up in the first place,” he did smile at that, his eyes taking on a dreamy look as if remembering some of their more adventurous evenings while trying to conceive, “but I can tell you that right now? Not having your cock inside me right this second? Hurts way worse than anything else.”

A flash of guilt crossed his face, then morphed into one of his easy lopsided smiles. “Then far be it from me to deny my beautiful wife anything that eases her discomfort.”

She caught a bit of worry, a bit of lingering guilt, still in his eyes, but found herself giggling as he tilted them over sideways to lay across the couch. She threw one leg over his hip to draw him as snug against her as she could, all things considered. But he didn’t make any further moves to entertain her seduction; rather, he stared at her for a long moment, his eyes flitting from her own to her nose to her lips, as if memorizing the details. (As if he didn’t already have every freckle committed to memory.) “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, love?”

Emma fought a losing battle to keep from smiling. “Only like six times a day since we found out.”

“Just six? Pity, I should increase that.”

She hummed a happy sigh as he placed reverant kisses along her nose and cheeks and every patch of skin he could reach. He murmured praise into her ear as he worked his hand up her tank top, telling her how she glowed softly, as if dressed in moonbeams and naught else. He paused when she hissed, his hand resting on one breast. “What?” he asked, a note of panic in his voice.

“Just – easy on the tits. They didn’t get the memo.”

“Emma –”

“Killian, if you stop I will spontaneously combust. Or I’ll fuck myself and make you watch. And not touch. And no touching yourself either.” He actually whimpered, her threat landing right where she’d wanted it to. “Just don’t touch my boobs, okay?”

He nodded, mumbling an apology. She kissed the tip of his nose and his hand slid down her ribs, leaving a trail that felt more like a brand in its wake. Though she only wore a tank top and leggings, she really did feel like she was about to burst into flames; she wasn’t sure if it was the hormones, the dry spell, both, or some combination of other things, but she needed to be naked. Now.

Emma snapped her fingers and their clothes vanished in a swirl of magic, leaving Killian to level one of his amused eyebrow quirks at her. “Impatient, darling?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He chuckled and urged her to roll over so that her back rested against his front. She tried not to wriggle with glee – seriously, the man knew what he was doing with foreplay, but she was way past the need for that right now – and her breath quickened with anticipation. God, it had been weeks – months, really – since they’d been together, she hadn’t known how much she’d missed this until her body was practically begging for him to fuck her.

Gently, he lifted her leg back over his own, his cock laying hot and heavy against her inner thigh. She swallowed, her throat feeling suddenly very dry and her core clenching at the prospect of being filled once more. She felt him nudge her entrance, then pause. She heard him take a shaky breath. “Are you sure this is okay?” Killian asked.

Instead of responding, Emma shifted and felt the head of his cock slip inside. Killian groaned, burying his face into her shoulder. She took his hand and laced their fingers together, started to pull him closer but he’s already there, guiding, gliding down to follow along the soft curve of her belly, lips tracing a similar path up along the column of her throat, along her jaw. And it’s nice — it’s more than nice, warmth blossoming in her chest and her heart stuck right up against her sternum, but it also made fire ignite under her skin and caused her toes to curl against his calf. She tightened her leg around his, nudged him up and shifted her hips down to take him in a little deeper — 

“Gods,” he grit out, teeth nipping at the shell of her ear and oh, oh, fuck that felt good, made her stomach twist and her sex flutter pleasantly around his cock. “Love, you’re not being fair here.”

She was too wired to tease, to even retort that he was being unfair, but clenched around him again as she pushed her hips down again, drawing him in that last little bit until he was fully seated inside her. His lips found her pulse and he murmured something against her skin just before he pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock in, and reversed the motion.

The air in her lungs left in a harsh exhale, pleasure rippling up and down her body. “Please,” she bit out. “More, please.”

She felt him shift behind her, propping himself up on his arm as he pulled her in as close as he could. “Oh, Swan, how glorious you are.”

She absolutely did not whimper as he thrust back in, his words and his movements only fanning the flames higher. She felt him hesitate and yanked on his hand, clutching his arm to her chest in a silent plea to keep going, that he wasn’t hurting her, that she was so, so close to coming already that it was almost embarrassing.

So he did.

“My lovely Swan, my dear one, you’re already going to come for me aren’t you?” he murmured, right in her ear and sending goosebumps shivering down her neck, that asshole. Her breath hitched as he started a rhythmic thrust, her grip changing on his hand to hold on for dear life. “That’s it, sweet, feel that? Feel me inside you? Oh, love, feel us together, feel my cock in your sweet cunt.”

Her core clenched at his sweet, dirty words and he chuckled through a groan. “My wife likes that, doesn’t she? She likes it when filth drips like honey from my tongue.” He licked a long stripe up her neck and she shivered hard, the first sparks of orgasm building inside. “I miss your honey, Swan, shall I have a taste later? Feast on that sweet nectar, our combined taste in your cunt?”

His cock hit a sweet spot and Emma cried out. “God, harder, do that again please!”

Killian’s words fell away as he did as she bid, and soon she was coming, her body shivering hard as the inferno under her skin burned hotter. She knew before it was over that this wouldn’t be enough, she needed to come again before they could be done. “Again, Killian, I need –”

“There’s my pirate,” he all but growled, and Emma cried out when he slammed up into her.

He wasn’t too rough, though, and he moved their hands over her belly often enough that she knew he remembered to hold back just a little. She wouldn’t last long, her body too keyed up and still floating on her last high, and his pace only pushed her higher. He sucked on her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin, and she led their joined hands down to where he fucked into her again and again.

He growled right in her ear, his breathing coming out in harsh pants, as she circled her clit with her fingers and his hand adjusted her leg back over his again. Then he knocked her hand out of the way, a rasping “Mine” in her ear, before gently pinching her clit between two fingers.

Emma whined deep in her throat, feeling her orgasm start to coil deep inside while she brought her fingers up to let Killian lick them clean. His tongue swept over the digits, rough and teasing all at once. “Come, love, come on my cock, I’ve missed you so. I need to feel you come on my cock again –”

She screamed as she came, Killian’s arm holding her tight against him as she convulsed, as stars were born and died under her skin, as she felt him go stiff as he followed her into bliss, coating her walls with his seed.

They both sagged, spent, and he made no move to leave the warm embrace of her body. Emma shifted enough to let her head rest easily, her body twisted in such a way that it would probably be uncomfortable in a little bit but for right now she just wanted to bask in this long-awaited afterglow.

Peace? Disturbed.

His hand rested against her belly almost protectively. A puff of air just behind her ear made her shiver, warmth against rapidly cooling sweat, and he kissed her just under her jaw. “How’s the wee one?”

“She’s good,” Emma murmured, covering his hand with hers. She felt sleepy and sated, content to lay here in his embrace forever if she could, twisted position be damned. “Mom’s happy, too.”

Killian chuckled. They both made quiet noises of protest as he pulled his cock from her body. “Well, I’m glad to hear that Mum’s happy. And I’m sure our boy’s happy that his mum’s happy too.”

Emma groaned playfully, lightly smacking the back of his hand. “Pain in my ass,” she grumbled, even as she shifted again; she felt her spine protesting, which meant the baby probably wouldn’t like it either, and snuggled into his embrace.

His hips tilted against her ass. “Oh, I think you like it when I’m a pain in your arse, shall we try that again later?”

“Oh my God.”

He started laughing and Emma lost the battle with her composure, dissolving into giggles. She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed his palm. “I love you,” she said, replacing their joined hands over her belly.

She wasn’t entirely sure if the flutter there was movement or orgasm aftershocks, couldn’t remember if it was too soon to tell or not, but decided not to get him all worked up again over what might be nothing. Killian nudged her fingers apart, squeezing them between his own, and kissed her shoulder. “I love you, sweet. Both of you.”

[flslp87]

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 - Emma’s POV 

As eight weeks became nine and then ten and eleven, Emma became more relaxed with being pregnant.  She learned to accept and mostly ignore the stalkerish tendencies of the dwarves and chalked it up to their love and respect for her parents, and her as their daughter.  She also started listening to her body more and allowing Killian to coddle her from time to time.  His interest in the changes that were going on inside of her body were both exciting and enduring.  Having him to lean on gave her a new sense of well-being and courage to face the unknown entity of not only bringing a new child into this world, but of being a part of helping the child grow and thrive every day.  Each day was met with wonder and joy, which for this little lost girl was something that she never planned to take lightly.  

Killian had deemed it his job to rise early each morning, get Henry breakfast and off to school.  She joined them as often as possible but the extra time allowed her to lay still just after waking to see how baby was going to treat her that day.  Some days were really good; other days not so much, and on those days, her attentive husband seemed to have a sixth sense, for he inevitably arrived like the knight he was with some dry toast and ginger ale. 

She noticed, too, that as the weeks progressed, lethargy set in each afternoon, which was how Killian convinced her that their afternoons were for quiet time.   He had made it his mission to read every book on pregnancy that the library had to offer.  He could even give a detailed account of all the stages of embryonic growth and recite a litany of resources, but his favorite remained, "What to expect when you're expecting.”   Most quiet times started when he met her at the door with a kiss and a snack and then gently led her to the sofa where they shared news of the day.  Lately, her body had been demanding a nap and, curled up against Killian, she found she didn't mind so much.  

Mondays though, that day was the day they curled up together and read what new developments were occurring with their baby.  Killian still met her at the door with a kiss and a snack, but then once they were seated, he pulled out the tattered copy of his favorite book.  When she opened the door and he wasn't waiting for her, she shut the door and moved on into the room. He was sitting on the sofa with the book open on his lap lost in thought.  "Killian?"

When she called his name and he turned toward her, there was still a faraway look in his eyes before it cleared and a smile lit his face.  Standing, he moved to her, pulling her close for a hug. "I'm sorry Swan, I did not realize the hour was so late.  Shall I get you a something to eat?"

Emma studied him closely before answering, "No I'm fine. Where were you right then?" she waved her hand toward where he had been sitting. 

Killian looked over where she was pointing, a contemplative look crossing his features, "Just thinking about the baby." He smiled tenderly at her.

"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, sat down and pulled her onto his lap.  "Now, how about a proper greeting for your old pirate?" 

Emma happily obliged as she sunk into his arms and the kiss he bestowed upon her.  When their lips parted, she leaned her head against his shoulder savoring the closeness she felt with him.   "I see you've been reading.  Learn anything new?" 

Killian picked up the book that was next to him and laid it on her lap, locating the page that he wanted, "I was reading about the development during week eleven." 

Emma sat up a little straighter, so she could look at the book, "And what did you learn...daddy?"

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

She crossed both her hands over his and smiled, "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?" she asked worriedly.

Killian smirked, "You say that as if that wouldn't be a good thing, love.”

Emma lifted her head and nipped playfully at his chin, "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 ear causing a shiver to run up her spine, "I’ve not heard any complaints about my energy before.”  His chuckle was low and dark and his hot breath in her ear, made parts of her tingle and gave her ideas that might need to be moved upstairs.

Emma giggled at him as she leaned her head against Killian's shoulder, "True, but there's always a first time." Relaxing into his embrace even further, she felt the lethargy take hold and carry her away.

~~~CS~~~

Most of the books that they had read said that by week twelve the nauseous feeling should be abating, and energy should be returning.  When neither was happening for Emma, Killian wanted to immediately contact Dr. Whale, but since her next doctor's visit was that week, she was able to convince him to wait.  It didn't mean that he stopped worrying. In fact, just the opposite was true, but when he offered to get up early each day to make Henry's breakfast each morning, she didn't complain too loudly.  She got to sleep in, he got to feel like he was helping, and Henry had a nutritious breakfast each morning.  A win -win.  

When the morning of her doctor's visit arrived, she opened her eyes slowly, glancing at the clock to check the time.  Laying her hands on her stomach where she could swear a tiny bump had appeared, she greeted their child, "Good morning, baby.   Are you going to cooperate today and let us hear your heartbeat?"

Just as she finished the question, Killian stepped into the room carrying a tray in his hand. "And what is the verdict this day, Swan?" He set the tray on the table as he sat next to Emma on the bed, "Is she," he leaned over to kiss her, "or he," another quick kiss, "going to listen to you?"

"That would be nice, wouldn't it?" She rubbed her hand along his scruff, "What did you bring me?"  

Killian 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."

Killian kissed her one more time before standing up, "Take your time, love. I'm making your father's famous pancakes for the morning meal."

As he left the room, Emma nibbled her toast feeling excited about the day ahead.  As soon as she had eaten enough to keep the sick feeling at bay, she climbed out of the warm bed and dressed for the day, arriving downstairs in time to see Henry off to school. 

"Bye, Mom. Good luck today." He shut the door behind him, not quite a slam, but not carefully either, causing a frown to gather between her brows. 

Killian set a plate of pancakes fluffy enough to rival her dad's in front of her, "Alright, Emma?"  Picking up his own plate he sat across from her and poured a large amount of syrup on them.  

Emma watched the syrup puddle on his plate, while trying to decide what she was feeling and why Henry's exit had triggered those feelings.  "I'm fine," she finally got out before cutting a bite of pancake and absentmindedly putting it in her mouth while trying to decide what else to say.  "I'm not sure," she looked up at him and momentarily got lost in the concern etched on his face, "I'm just a little worried about Henry, but can we talk later?  I don't want to be late." 

Killian sat there for a few seconds as if trying to read her mind, before tilting his head in agreement. "As you wish." He carried their plates over and set them in the sink. “Alright, Swan, I’ll not take my eyes off you until you're ready." He quipped, holding his hand out for her to take.

Emma rolled her eyes at him good-naturedly, "I would despair if you did," she gave right back before taking his hand and following him out of the house to their appointment.  

When they arrived at the hospital, the same feelings she'd had all day continued and she could only call it unsettled, for she couldn't sit still.  She kept readjusting in the chair, trying to get comfortable and sliding her hands back and forth on the armrests, until finally Killian put his hand on her thigh. "Emma," he waited until she looked at him, "what is the problem, love?  I thought you were looking forward to this day." 

Tracing a pattern on his hand, around each of his rings, she worked to put words to her thoughts. "I have been looking forward to today," she told him slowly, "I'm just feeling a bit unsettled, but I am also very excited." She looked up at him through her lashes, "Does that make any sense?" 

Killian turned his hand palm up and clasped hers, bringing her hand to his lips, "Is there any pain for the wee one?" 

"No, it's just something they lay on my stomach that picks up sound waves," she told him quietly.

He continued to stare at her, mesmerizing her with his blue eyes making her feel as if they could reach inside her soul, "Emma, talk to me."

The tone of his voice was so soothing that she was momentarily at loss for words, and when she opened her mouth all that came out was, "I...," before she closed her mouth again and lowered her eyes to his chest. 

Using his hook, he tilted her chin up until she was once again looking at him. "I'm here," he told her softly.  

"You always are." 

"And I always will be." 

They sat there a few more minutes before she took a deep breath and finally relaxed enough to open up. "It's Henry," she said hesitantly.  "I didn't get to do all of this with him and I worry that he'll be hurt and feel left out."  

"Were you hurt when you found out your parents were having another child?"

Looking inside of herself, she could see how in the beginning, she had been hurt, but that had quickly dissolved into happiness because she knew that her parents had enough love to go around. "A little," she told him, “but that didn't last."

Letting go of her hand, he put his arm around her shoulder and tugged her into his lap. "Emma, Henry is loved.  Has he given you any indication that he's not excited about this baby?"

Emma thought back to Henry's behavior the last few weeks.  If anything, he had been more caring of her needs. "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 kissed her softly before leaning his forehead against hers, "Feeling better?" 

Emma smiled and cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb back and forth on his scruff. "You always make me feel better," she whispered around the knot in her throat.  

He waggled his brows at her. "And if we were alone, there are other ways I could make you feel better." 

She let out a little giggle, and kissed him again, "I'm sure you could Captain Jones," before pushing herself off his lap.

Catching her hand in his, he tugged until she landed back in the same position, "Going somewhere?" He asked her with a raised brow. 

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

"No need, love.  You are perfect just where you are." Tucking her back against his chest, wrapped in his arms, Emma did indeed feel safe and secure.  She leaned back against his shoulder until her name was called and they were shown into the examination room.  

As with any routine pregnancy visit, hers started with her weight and vitals and then she sat and waited for the doctor.  When Dr. Whale walked into the room, after exchanging social conversation, he looked down at her chart. "Emma, you've lost weight.  Are you still experiencing morning sickness?" 

"It's not just morning though, but varies throughout the day." Looking over at Killian, she gathered strength to continue, "And the lethargy is awful, especially in the afternoon.  I have to take naps.  Is that normal?" 

As she was talking, he was writing in the chart, and looking over her blood work and comparing the numbers. "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 perfect I'm really not worried and you shouldn't either." Reaching behind him he picked up his Fetal Doppler Device. "Let's see if we can hear your baby's heartbeat." 

Emma heard Killian's intake of air. "Is there a possibility we might not be able to?" he asked with a note of concern and underlying distress in his voice. "I thought those devices were quite accurate." 

Whale stopped adjusting the dials, and looked from her to Killian before calmly responding, "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."

Emma looked into her husband's face and saw a mixture of emotions, anxiousness, sadness and fear that it might not happen.  After feeling of her stomach to determine the best possible positioning, Whale placed the Doppler. "Come on baby," she thought, "let your daddy hear you." 

When nothing was heard, the Doppler was adjusted, once----twice ---- even three times with no success, and Emma felt her own heart rate pick up speed.   Deciding that he needed to add more gel, which is needed for conduction of the sound waves, Whale lifted the probe off of her stomach and added it to the end.   Killian squeezed her hand a little tighter, giving her some indication that her thoughts of being unsuccessful in hearing their baby today were running in sync with his.  Returning to his task, Whale would palpate her stomach for positioning, place the probe, wait - listen, but when he was unable to hear anything, he would repeat the process over again. 

Emma felt fear skitter along her skin, and found herself repeating the same few words over and over inside her head, Come on… Come on, until the words had formed a loop, not knowing where one word stopped and the other began.  

Shaking his head, Dr Whale, looked at her with sorrow, "I'm sorry, Emma, Hook, the baby must be laying in a position too deep for us to hear it this time." 

Looking up at Killian and seeing the sadness in his eyes, Emma knew she wasn't leaving this room until they had heard their baby's heart sounds.  Reaching down with their hands, she wrapped her fingers around Whale's wrist and guided his hand back down toward her stomach so that while Whale was holding the probe, Emma and Killian's intertwined hands were holding his.  As soon as they touched the probe to her stomach, there it was - their baby's heart sounds. 

Thum-thum-thum-thum------sounding just like the galloping of a horse running quickly through the forest or the whooshing of the water racing against the hull of the Roger.  

Emma immediately felt tears pool in her eyes and roll down her cheeks.  Gritting her teeth, she blinked furiously to clear her vision, for she wanted nothing more than to share this special moment with Killian.

When she looked up at his face she wasn't prepared for what she saw.  Emma had experienced the look of love from her pirate many times over, but nothing had prepared her for the emotion on his face at this moment in time.  There was such love there that it literally stole the very breath from her lungs.  His eyes were glassed over and a single tear was running down the side of his face.  "Our baby," he whispered reverently, before bending over and kissing her tenderly on her lips.

Whale allowed them to listen 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 door had barely closed before Killian pulled her into his arms and covered her lips in a passionate kiss.  She felt his body tremor from the emotion left over after hearing their baby's heartbeat and as their lips slowly parted she reached up and cupped his face with both her hands. "How do you feel, daddy?" 

He kissed her again and nudged his nose against hers. "Oh Swan, that was the most amazing sound I have ever heard." 

"You mean, this one?" she pushed the voice playback on her cell phone and the rapid thum-thum-thum could be heard once again.

The awe appeared again on Killian's face, as he stared at her phone while listening intently, "You can get the sound on your talking device?" 

"I recorded it," she told him, smiling smugly. "I thought we might want to let Henry listen to it or...listen again." 

"You're bloody brilliant, Swan."

"I know," she quipped.  

~~~CS~~~

Later that night Emma carried the bowl of popcorn and scooted between her boys. "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.

She laid her hand on Killian's thigh and squeezed, "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.  

When the sound reached her ears a tidal wave of goosebumps washed over her and tears filled her eyes.  She met Killian's gaze, his eyes as glassy as hers, and a shiver ran through his body, even though this wasn’t the first or second time they had heard the sound.  He gave her a small, intimate smile but tilted his chin toward Henry, as if saying what he really wanted would have to wait for a later time.  

Emma glanced over at Henry, who hadn't said anything but had continued helping himself to the popcorn in her lap. "So, what do you think kid?" 

He swallowed and grabbed another handful. "It's pretty fast.  Now can we watch the movie?" 

She looked at Killian and rolled her eyes, "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."

As the music started playing Emma smiled at her son and then leaned her head on Killian's shoulder, allowing happiness to carry her away. 

 ~fin 

[ask--killianjones]

Merry Christmas, Killian! I hope you like this present for you and your future first mate.

@ask-snow-white@ask-snow-white

I’m not much for uniforms these days but for this I just might make an exception.

I’m sure this will prevent any tragic misidentifications of the captain. 

[ask--killianjones]

What if she asked you for freshly picked mangos? As in picked less than two hours ago? And the closest mango trees are thousands of miles away? Whatchya gonna do then?

But she hasn’t… I don’t…

I don’t even think she likes mangos…