Under Lock and Key #Wattys2016

Chapter 30

Sometime in the middle of the night, Emma woke up from a nightmare. Her killing Zelena put a lot of guilt on her shoulders, and she wasn't sure if she could live with it.

Emma got up to get a water bottle from the mini fridge in the corner, when Killian stirred in his sleep.

"Come back here." He mumbled sleepily.

She giggled and wondered how he could tell that she got out of bed. She took the cap off the bottle and took a sip. The cool water went down her throat easily, but she was still on edge. She had never killed someone before, and she never thought she would. Even if it was out of self defense. She had killed a baby and its mother. It wasn't easy to deal with.

"Emma. Get over here." He said more seriously and alerted.

"I'm right here." She said. "I had to get some water."

"Are you okay?" He sat up and looked at her through the dark.

"I'm fine. It was just a bad dream."

Killian patted the bed beside him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Emma sat down on the bed beside him and laid down, so her head was in his lap. Killian played with her hair and twirled it around his fingers.

"I just don't understand how you were able to do all of this killing stuff. How you weren't haunted by it. I have a constant feeling of guilt in the pit of my stomach."

"Swan, it will go away eventually. You just have to keep telling yourself that Zelena was going to kill you and your child if you didn't do anything about it. You protected yourself."

"But it doesn't feel like that. It feels like I just murdered someone."

"It will be okay. You'll forget about it in a few weeks. We have to plan the stuff for the baby." He hoped that talking about their future would distract her.

"I have her blood on my hands."

"And I have Jefferson's on mine. But it doesn't bother me, because I was protecting the two most beautiful girls in the world."

Emma smirked and sat up. "We are having a girl, are we?"

Killian smiled. "I have a feeling."

She giggled and laid down in the bed again. Killian laid next to her and placed a hand on her stomach.

"We have to think of names." He said.

"Well, maybe we should get to know what it is first. And not to mention the house we have to buy. And set the nursery up when we do find a house. There is just too much to do before this baby comes." She rambled.

He laughed. "Love, we have plenty of time. Relax. Stress isn't good for the baby."

Emma took a few calming breaths. "Sorry, I just want our baby's life to be perfect."

Killian stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "And why would that be?"

"I never had much of a childhood growing up. I didn't want the same for the baby Jones."

He smiled. "Baby Jones?"

Emma smiled. "What? It's cute. Plus, it will work until we find out what it is and pick a name."

"Baby Jones." He repeated. "I love it."

They laid back on the pillows and she drifted into a peaceful sleep listening to her lover's heartbeat. Killian watched her sleep for a few minutes before finally relaxing enough to sleep himself.

When it was around dinner time the next day, Killian and Emma were getting ready to go to Mary Margaret and David's house. They both wore casual clothing, and got into Killian's car before driving to his friend's house.

Emma clutched the new bottle of wine in her hands tightly out of nervousness. She didn't know exactly why she was so nervous, but she knew she shouldn't have been.

"Swan, be careful that you don't break the glass with how tight you are holding onto it." Killian said playfully as he parked the car outside of the apartment building.

"Sorry. I'm just.... Nervous."

"Why?"

"These people are your friends. Probably more of a family than you've ever had. I want them to have positive thoughts about me."

Killian chuckled. "They'll love you. Now cmon. Dinner won't eat itself and I'm sure you're starving."

"I always am now."

They walked up the stairs together, making it to the door with a golden three on it. Killian gave it three hard knocks, and a few seconds later it opened.

A woman in a pink floral dress stood there. She had pink flats on her feet and a pink cardigan over the dress. She had a black pixie cut hairstyle, and green eyes that lit up her face. Her smile was as bright as her eyes.

"Killian! It's so nice to see you again!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled away. She looked at Emma and smiled. "You must be Emma. David told me a lot about you."

"The same goes for you." Emma held up the bottle of wine. "We brought this."

"Yay! Come in." Mary Margaret said and ushered them inside.

David was at the stove, pushing meat around in the pan as it sizzled away. Mary Margaret led Emma and Killian to the couch and made them sit down.

"So, how did you two meet?" She asked excitedly.

While Killian told the story, Emma was lost in her thoughts. She thought about her life back in Boston. She thought about Zelena and Walsh. Her thoughts then brought her to her own baby. She wanted everything to be perfect, but she wasn't sure if there was enough time to do all of the things required for a proper life. Her hand fell to her flat stomach.

"Emma, are you alright?" She heard Killian ask. She turned her head and looked at him.

"I'm fine. Just thinking."

"Killian was telling us about how you are expecting." David said. Emma hadn't noticed that he had joined in on the conversation.

"Oh, yeah. I am. We have a doctors appointment tomorrow."

"Good luck. The first appointment can be filled with a lot of emotions."

"I didn't know you were parents." Emma glanced at Killian, and he had a confused look on his face too.

"Oh. Yeah. We had a daughter." Tears welled in Mary Margaret's eyes as she spoke. "My stepmother didn't think I was ready for a baby, so she took her from us."

"What happened to the baby?"

"We don't know. There was an article in the newspaper about a baby found on the side of the road right outside of town. We tried finding her, but it was too late. She had already been transferred to a foster home, and we didn't know which one."

Realization formed on Emma's face. "I-I think you guys are my birth parents."