Drogheda | Book 1

77. Aftermath Proposal

Killian's POV

I smile as Emma quickly falls asleep leaning against me. I gently lay her down and kiss her forehead. "Sleep well, my love." I smile and get off the bed. I grab the hotel phone and call up room service. I grab my phone and make sure our reservations are still in order. I call Liam next.

"Hey, Killian." Liam says, I can hear the smile in his voice. "How's my favorite future-sister-in-law?"

"She's good, she's asleep right now." I sit up against the headboard as Emma moves her head into my lap as she sleeps. I stroke her hair in between my fingers as a smile spreads across my face

"How are you?"

"I'm great."

"Good. Why did you call?"

"I just wanted to ask how Ginger is? Emma wants to know."

"She's fine. That's not the real reason you called, was it?"

"... No." I sigh.

"Then what is it?"

"I want to get something for the baby, but I have no idea what to get. We don't know the sex yet, but I still wanted to surprise Emma."

"Get something meaningful. Something that jogs a good memory."

"Like what?"

"Something that has meaning to Emma. Something that reminds her of you." I can tell he's smiling. "I got Ruby a stuffed wolf because she loves them and she met me at a club named 'The Bad Wolf'. Portia never lets it out of her sight."

"Something that reminds her of me... um..."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out brother. You know her better than anyone."

"Yes, yes I do." I say proudly. "Thanks, Liam."

"You're welcome, little brother."

"Younger." I sigh in annoyance.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." He laughs.

"Alright, bye, Liam."

"Bye, little brother."

I hang up and look down to Emma as she sleeps peacefully in my lap. I run my fingers through her hair as I give a small smile to my sleeping fianceé. "I love you, Swan." I kiss her temple. She moans and adjusts her position, her hand resting on her unusually small bump. I narrow my eyes at her small belly. I grab my computer and go to a few pregnancy sites.

Apparently a small bump is completely normal, even at fifteen weeks. I guess some women just take longer.

I smile and lean down to her bump. "Hello, little one." I kiss her belly.

"Well, hello." I look up and see Emma happily smiling down at me.

"How did you sleep, love?" I move so I'm hovering over her face while her head lays in my lap.

"Good." She smiles and brushes my cheek.

"Good." I lean down and kiss her. She looks over and sees the computer and the site.

"Is something wrong?" She sits up and takes the computer. "Is something wrong with our baby?"

"No, no, no. I was just worried because you're still not showing. I was just doing research." I cup her cheeks. She looks into my eyes.

"And what did you find out?"

"That you are completely normal and our baby is perfectly healthy. Apparently small belly is completely normal." I smile. She sighs in relief and lets her head fall to my chest.