Helping Hand

Chapter 3

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Helping Hand

3rd Person

Emma sighs, staring at herself in her mirror, thinking, and tilts her head to the right. She's six weeks pregnant now, with an appointment for an ultrasound (their first ultrasound) was later on that afternoon.

It just doesn't feel real to her, not since they looked at that positive pregnancy test.

She's really pregnant.

Killian's supposed to meet her any time now, she should get dressed before he turns up and she's only in a bra and jeans, staring at herself in the mirror to see her flat stomach. She can't help it; she's too excited about this.

Ever since they found out she was pregnant three weeks ago they've never been happier, well she thinks so. She's never been happier, but Killian isn't her boyfriend or husband or romantically involved with her in any way, shape or form. They're just having this baby together, as best friends, as parents, but that's it.

She doesn't know why that makes her disappointed.

The knock on her door makes her throw on some random top that's easy to get on and off, rushing and opening the door as she pulls on her shoes in a hurried manner. "Sorry, Killian, I lost track of time." She blushes when he doesn't see all that shocked, he knows her well enough to know she's too excited to be on time.

"It's alright, Swan, don't rush yourself." He states softly, watching her pull on her shoes, reaching out to hold her up gently, keeping her steady. He's quickly become more and more protective of her since she became pregnant, but she never complains or says anything about it to him.

She likes the attention, whether it's for her or the baby it's nice for him to care so much.

"No, no, I should rush, I'm already making us late." She shrugs, grabbing her bag, pulling him out with her quickly, double-checking she has her keys quickly before she closed her door. "Okay, let's go." She smiles wide.

When they're at the doctors it's filled with the same awkward questions and the strange looks the doctor sends her whenever Killian holds her hand or keeps her generally close, safe. He's only doing it for the baby, she knows that, but it's nice to think that he would care about her too.

I mean she knows he cares for her, they've been best friends for years and she's not sure how anyone could or would put up with her unless they cared at least marginally for her. No one else apart from him, Mary Margaret and David have ever cared for her enough that she knows it. So she's not great at reading his emotions ever since she's cared for him too.

But she thinks he does anyway.

If not, she'll cry about it later.

It's not until the doctor has her lying back on the bed, her head resting on Killian's arm (just because it's the most comfortable, nothing else), with the doctor moving the wand on her flat stomach, that she finally gets the sense of how real everything.