Under Lock and Key #Wattys2016

Chapter 43

She snuggled up in the guest bed of her mother and father's house. Killian's hoodie still on her body. It smelled like him, and she loved it. Her phone was next to her on the bed, and it kept blinking with text messages and missed calls. She didn't want to talk to him. He almost shot her, and it was something that she couldn't forgive. Not like when he killed other people. Sure, it was bad, but he had put her life in danger this time. Emma knew she loved him, but she wasn't sure if she could stay with him now.

Her parents were at work, so she was home alone. She looked around the room, and noticed that there was enough room for a crib. David and Mary Margaret already told her that they want her to stay with them after the baby was born, so she had to go shopping for more baby stuff. Her and Killian had already went and set up the nursery, but there was no way in hell she was going there and getting the stuff. She figured that she could let him keep it for when their daughter was born. She wasn't going to take their daughter away from him just because she was mad. She knew he wouldn't hurt her.

She brushed her hair and put on some makeup and put her shoes on. She left her jeans and his hoodie on and went to the store.

She went over to the cribs and linens and skimmed through them. She had enough money to buy whatever she wanted, but she didn't want to make Killian go broke. It was still his money.

A man shoved past her and she stumbled. He turned back to her and faced her. A grimace on his face.

"Watch where you're going." He said.

"Hey! I believe you bumped into her!" Another male voice spoke. Her breath caught in her throat. He put his hand on her shoulder and the other guy walked away. She turned around and was face to face with Killian. "Are you alright, love?"

She tore herself from his grip and glared at him. "I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

He held up a few stuffed animals and smiled. "I was buying more stuff for the nursery."

"Oh." Her gaze fell to the floor.

"Do you need some help picking out a crib for your new place?"

"No." She said sternly. "I don't want want or need you."

His face fell. "Love, please come home."

"And risk you almost killing me again?" She asked in a whisper. "No thanks."

"You know I'd never hurt you."

"You accused me of cheating on you! That this baby wasn't yours! Why don't you trust me?"

"I do trust you. It's just, I was scared. I love you."

"I know. And I love you, but we need some time apart."

"Of course, love." He whispered. His eyes falling to the floor. He glanced up at her. She was blurry because of the tears in his eyes. "You can come home anytime."

She shook her head. Tears of her own threatening to fall. "I won't." Her heart broke as she said the words, and she wondered if he actually believed them, because she certainly didn't.

She watched as Killian payed for the stuffed animals, and he left the store. She picked out what she wanted, then payed for all the items. She scheduled a delivery for the next Saturday afternoon. She then drove back home to her parents house. She had to drive past Killian's house on her way there, and she almost had to pull over because of the tears in her eyes.

Three Months Later

Emma was now eight months pregnant. It was starting to get colder as winter approached. She looked out the window and saw the snow fall. She clutched a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. Her mother was staying home from work to make sure that her daughter was okay.

"I'm going to run out to get some more cinnamon, Emma." Mary Margaret said. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

Emma nodded. "I'll be okay, mom." She always had a flutter in her chest when she got to say 'mom' or 'dad.' Now that she had her parents, she wasn't going to push them away. They proved to her that they loved her and they were going to make it up to her by being there for her now.

Mary Margaret came over and kissed her daughter on the forehead and left the house. Emma turned back to the window and watched her mother's car drive down the road in the direction of the store.

A sudden tight and cramping pain hit her in the stomach. She doubled over and put her mug on the coffee table. The pain passed and she was able to breathe. She sat back on the couch and looked at her baby bump.

"Tell me that wasn't a-" She was cut off by another burst of pain. "Shit." She groaned.

After the pain passed again, she grabbed her phone and tried to call her mother first, but she didn't answer. After her father didn't answer either, she was forced to Killian.

"Everything alright, Swan?" He asked when he picked up.

"I need to go to the hospital." She screamed as another contraction hit. "I think I'm going into labor."

"You're at your parent's house, right?" She heard him shuffle around, probably to find his keys.

"Yeah. Get here now!"

"I'm on my way, love."