pancakes. || captain swan

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Emma Swan stood in the middle of her kitchen making breakfast for her family, when her beloved husband came down as he screwed on his hook. "Morning love," he smiled. Emma took the last two pancakes off the stove and turned the eye off before kissing her man.

"Morning. How did you sleep?" Emma asked. Hook shrugged and sat at the island. He hadn't been sleeping well with the pressing question on his mind.

"Uh, have you..." Hook trailed off, ignoring Emma's question. Emma looked at him weird as she plated food.

"Henry! Breakfast!" She called before turning back to him. "Have I what?" Emma asked. Hook shook his head and sighed.

"Have you thought about what we-" Hook, stopped abruptly, when Henry came rushing down the stairs fully dressed, which was weird for a Saturday.

"Can't eat! Going to Violet's for breakfast! Love you! Bye!" He rushed. Emma sighed and pulled out her phone.

"Who are you calling?" Hook asked. Emma held her finger up and waited for answer.

"Mom? Hey, you guys should come over for breakfast...No, I'm totally sure...Okay, see you soon," Emma planned, before she hung up. Hook stared at her with his mouth gaped open.

"Why'd you call them over?" Hook asked. Emma rose and eyebrow and shot a look at her husband.

"Someone's going to eat these pancakes," Emma fired back. "Anyways, what were you saying?" She asked as she started to clean up from breakfast.

"I was wondering if you've taken the test, yet?" Hook asked cautiously. Emma shook her head and turned towards the sink to start washing up some of the post and skillet.

"Not this again," Emma sighed. "Killian, I'm not pregnant. I feel fine and I feel the same," Emma explained. Killian bowed his head and nodded. "Look babe, I know you're excited to start our own family now that things are starting to get normal, but I'm not. I have a kid already. He's graduating soon," Emma said. She sat the wash cloth, in her hand, down and turned to her captain. "Do you really want to do this over again? With another kid?" Emma asked as she moved closer to him. Killian got off the bar seat and folded his arms.

"It would be like the first time for both of us, don't you think? If I remember correctly, the lad didn't even meet you until he was 10," Killian nicked. A small, heart wrenching pain shot through Emma's chest. She never expected that Killian would ever say that to her. In anger, he lightly shoved past her and walked out of the house. Emma stared at the marble counter top in shock. She had no idea that Killian felt so strongly about having a baby. She figured it would pass, but it only got stronger as their marriage grew. Although, Emma needed to get over her fear of being a mother, and quick. Because she lied. She did take the test and she also didn't feel fine. She felt the same internally as she did when she was 18 and pregnant. She felt scared.

l a t e r

Emma sat at the kitchen table with her mother and little brother, messing with her breakfast. "He said what?" Snow asked. Emma nodded and pushed at her soggy pancakes.

"Yeah! What do I even say to that? He's right. I don't know how to raise a baby! I've never had too," Emma sighed.
Snow glanced at Neal and kissed his head.

"You've watched me raise your brother," Snow tried. Emma shook her head and dropped her fork in the syrup on her plate.

"Yeah, but it's not the same," Emma shrugged. Snow bit her lip and nodded. She knew what Emma was going through. With all these babies around and solid year of marriage under her belt, everyone expected her to pop out a mini she or hook.