Black Heart {OUAT fanfiction}

Epilogue 3; Goodbye, Storybrooke

Spend a weekend in Storybrooke, and your baby wants to get out.

It was our last day of being here when I suddenly felt wet liquid dripping down my jeans. When I looked down at it, I knew it was that time. At the moment I was packing our stuff, again for the fourth time today, and everyone else was doing whatever. A contraction hit me like a rock and I screamed, causing a few feet to run upstairs. I was leaning against the bed and panting heavily.

"Rose, a-are you ok, baby?" My dad laid his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down.

"No.." I turned around to him, "She's coming."

He swooped me up in his arms and brought me down the stairs, informed everyone else and got me in the car as soon as possible. Emma told them to go with me as she would stay home with Leia and Sean.

"No, Emma you-" I stammered.

"You can do it, hun." She stroked my cheek gently, smiling at me. "Killian, keep me updated, I'll stop by later today." Killian nodded and she closed the car door, Joe and my dad got into the car and in a record time we got there. Getting a room immediately.

The pain had calmed down a bit, and I was able to get some sleep. I knew I would be exhausted after I had this baby, so a bit of sleep won't ever hurt.

After a 20 minutes nap, I felt something coming up and I curled up in a ball, squeezing my pillow tightly, waiting for the pain to hit me. Before I knew I was screaming in pain and Joe was rubbing my back. I took deep breaths to kind of sooth the pain, it didn't really help, but I tried it anyways.

"Breathe baby, breathe." Joe whispered softly as he was still rubbing my back. A second wave of pain hit me somewhat later, and it was worse.

I've been doing this routine for a good 4 hours now, and doctors kept checking me if I was far enough. Unfortunately I wasn't, so I had to wait longer. The longer you have to wait, the more painful it gets.

Hour 5, still had to wait. They were setting everything up in the delivery room, but I was still not ready. I hated this about the pregnancy, the waiting. It can take so long before your child can actually come out of your body. For me it lasted like 5,5 hours to get to delivery.

Joe was holding my hand tightly as the nurse gave me instructions on how to get this baby out of me, of course I knew how to do this, but a little explanation never hurt. Well. Ok never mind. Moving on to the actual point of this.. The delivery.

I was squeezing Joe's hand so tightly that my knuckles turned white, I tried my best not to crush his hand, but this baby wasn't being cooperative.

"You're never touching me again!!" I said through gritted teeth as I looked Joe right into his eyes. He held his hand up in defense and just tried to sooth me throughout the whole situation.

Hour 7, our beautiful daughter was finally born. She cried, a lot, but she was there. Bailey Madison Jones. She's healthy, but a little small since she was born a few weeks earlier than planned. It's probably the affect that Storybrooke has on us.

2 weeks later,
We're released from the hospital, and we're able to fly back home. Bailey was too small to get out, so we had to stay at least two weeks. She has grown real good, and her weight increased too. She was able to come home with us.

My dad picked us up from the hospital and brought us to their house, Emma was in love with her granddaughter. And I was in love with my daughter. But it was time to leave Storybrooke, goodbyes are always the worst. I was never a goodbye person. I said goodbye a lot in my life, but always held myself strong. Now I'm more vulnerable when it comes to goodbyes.

We stuffed our bags in the trunk of my dad's car, and got in. He and Emma would bring us to the airport, because also Emma was a sucker for goodbyes. She was already sad when we were in the car.

At the Boston airport, it didn't get any better. Knowing myself, I would cry when we would leave them standing there. Waving at us. But I shook away that thought, we had a few hours before we would really go, so we spent some time at the airport together. We went to Starbucks, went into a few little shops to kill the time. But when the time was there, we stood still. Just silently hugging each other. Neither of us said a word, just Sean being giggly.

"Bwye Stowybook." Sean said as Joe picked him up, my dad laughed.

"Hopefully see you soon, kiddo." Killian kissed my head and gave me a last hug, "Call me, or us, when you need any help. We'll be happy to come over."

"I know dad." I said silently. "Just, don't say goodbye, until later."

"Until later." He mirrored my words and I gave Emma a last hug before we went to the gate, we boarded the plane and that's when my tears finally fell. Joe wrapped his arm around me and held me for a short moment. The plane rose up to the air, and I felt my eyes close. I must have slept the entire flight, because I woke up when we were about to touch down in NYC.

Home. The place where it's always good. Sean ran in, and probably to his room almost immediately. I went to bring Bailey to her new room for a little nap. There were some letters, and cards on the small coffee table when I walked in. I let myself fall onto the couch of exhaustion.

"You ok?" Joe laughs as my face is on a pillow and my legs still half in the air.

"Never better!" I say into my pillow. "I mean, this is the best way of laying down? Sort of."

"Maybe a good exercise if you move your legs up and down." I tilt my head and slide further onto the couch, resting my torso on his lap.

"Neh, I like this better."

"You act like a child," He teases.

"That's because I am one." I wink. He rolls his eyes playfully.

We open all the letter and cards together. Laughing at some of them. I'm still laying on his lap as the night began to fall. So did my eyes, but that's not the main thing here. We agreed on making some dinner, which ended up as Take Out.. Sean got some of the Chinese we ordered, but he soon was too tired and I laid him in bed. I checked on Bailey, but she was fast asleep. When I was about to walk back, Joe greeted me in the hallway and pulled me towards our bedroom.

"I said no touching," I look at him, confused.

"But the lips are ok?" He said before he kissed me gently, but passionate.