Captain Swan - Tangled Up In Blue

Baby Shower

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long to update. I got caught up in other things and had to update my other stories. In case you didn't see, I started posting deleted scenes of this story and I'm accepting prompts, so let me know if there's any scenes you would like me to add. Hope you enjoy!

Trigger warning: Brief mention of implied adultery between minor characters

34 Weeks...

Emma sighed in frustration, placing her hands on her belly as she stood in the full-length mirror, studying her reflection. She was wearing a short navy blue gown that had an extra layer of sheer lace on top and ribbon tied into a bow just above her protruding stomach. She liked the dress but she hated how she looked in it. Her breasts and belly were so huge, she was afraid that people were going to think she had stolen a basketball and a couple of melons. And her legs and feet were so swollen, she could barely fit into her blue flats. She looked and felt like a whale or a manatee to say the least. This morning, especially.

She was sure that her baby had climbed upwards, her breasts seemed to be more swollen and proud than normal, or maybe she was just imagining it. Either way, her cleavage was threatening to spill out, no matter how she adjusted the dress. And to top it off, there was a huge purple blemish that her boyfriend had left behind during their throes of passion the other day, but only a small portion of it was showing. A tiny smile pulled at her lips at the memories, her cheeks filling with blush. Maybe she should just change.

"Bloody gorgeous..."

A low, husky voice cooed as she felt a pair of warm arms wrapping around her and warm lips on her neck, leaving soft kisses. "...And sexy." She instantly surrendered to him, fluttering her eyes shut as she revelled in his kisses and caresses of her body. His lips moved to her collarbone, his hands gravitating to her pregnant belly. "...And beautiful."

"And huge," she added, biting her lip at his attempts of making her melt into a puddle of goo.

Killian lifted his head and she opened her eyes to see his bright blue ones staring at her reflection in the mirror. "You are anything but huge, sweetness," he assured her with soothing words. He lifted his hand and pulled away the neck of her dress to reveal the love bite underneath. "Although you do have quite the mark on your chest," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to change." His eyebrows furrowed together.

"Why would you do that? You look fetching in this dress." He lifted a brow, a devious smirk spreading across his lips. "Although it will look better on our bedroom floor when I take it off of you tonight."

Emma rolled her eyes, blush filling her cheeks. "As much as I like the sound of that, I don't think I'm going to feel the least bit sexy after the baby shower."

"That's okay, love. I'm still drawing you a bath and giving you massages either way. I just want to make you feel as comfortable as you can." He burrowed his face into the crook of her neck, peppering tender kisses and wrapping her arms snugly around her belly. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the lovely view," he smirked against her skin.

Emma's heart fluttered inside of her chest. He always knew how to make her feel better. "Still, I should change. I don't want people seeing this, and my dress is not doing a very good job at hiding it."

"Can't you cover it up with some makeup, love? It doesn't even look that bad. In fact I like the idea of people knowing that you're taken," he teased playfully.