Helping Hand

Chapter 10

I do not own OUAT, any of it's cast or characters or plots. However, I am a faithful watcher and I am very interested to see how season 7 will go. Anyway, this is the last chapter and I just wanted to say that you have all been lovely and fantastic and I thoroughly loved the support with this story, thank you so much for your continued support. Also, I may or may not do an add on where they get married, you know...if you want?"

Helping Hand

3rd Person

"I think my water just broke."

His eyes widen larger than she's ever seen them, staring at her in a mixture of shock, worry, elation and absolute horror. "You're in labor? Like now?" He asks panicked, quickly jumping up and rushing around the room.

"Well yeah, that's what happens when your water breaks." She laughs softly, not worried at all considering she hasn't felt any contractions, it's not the time to worry yet. "Killian, take a deep breath, it's okay."

"It's not okay! I can't find the overnight bag, where did I put it?" He asks, opening every wardrobe door, his eyes wide and scanning their room. "Where are your clothes? Shoes? Purse! Oh why would you need a purse, I'm going mad! I need to call the hospital-"

"Killian, Killian, baby, calm, come sit down." She states calmly, pulling him by his hand to sit by her. "It's okay, do you remember what the doctor said?"

"No! I've forgotten it all, oh god, I'm awful at this."

"Remember, my midwife told us to stay at home until my contractions become frequent." He nods slowly, swallowing softly, trying to think. "When my contractions last thirty to sixty seconds and occur every five minutes, then go to the hospital, but for me, she said every ten minutes. Okay, we're okay. Now breathe."

He nods, starting to calm down after remembering the words the midwife said. "What can I do to help?"

"You can clear up where my water broke." She advises him softly, pointing to where it happened. "It'll give you something to do while I ring the midwife and tell her my water broke, okay?"

He nods quickly, swallowing softly, and grabs her some clothes, passing them to her before she leaves the room.

"Clean, right, clean." He whispers to himself.

After a few hours, Emma finally allowed Killian to drive her to the hospital when the contractions got to every eleven minutes, plainly because he was irritating her with all his pacing.

She just knew she'd be more comfortable at home, surrounded in their library room with all the books, maybe even cuddling on the couch on sitting in the garden with a blanket, watching a movie. Not stuck in a hospital, she hates hospitals.

At first, they had wanted a home birth, but she's very glad they've decided against that now she's seen how freaked out Killian has been.

A nurse and her oh-so-loving-irritatingly-charming boyfriend help her into a bed in a private room, something Emma had insisted on. She would not be sharing in any way, shape or form when she has her little one and she wants no one but Killian seeing her looking tired and sweaty.

Well, she doesn't really want Killian to see that but he won't leave and she doesn't want him to go.

Her nurse is friendly if not a bit annoying, over obsessing with making sure Emma puts her legs up on the stirrups even though Emma didn't want to, but the doctors wanted to use them in case she had a difficult labor like she did before, and she concedes just because the baby is more important than her comfort.