Captain Swan | Armour

Chapter 1

Killian's POV

I walked in from a long day of sailing to find Emma curled up on the sofa watching a movie. I went over and lay beside her, pulling her into my arms. I kissed her passionately, but she didn't kiss back with the same enthusiasm. Her lips lingered as I separated them from mine.

'Love?'

'Sorry...I-'

'You don't need to apologise, love. You look ill.' I replied, looking at Emma's pale face and sunken eyes.

'No, it's ok. But...I think we need to talk about something.'

My smile instantly faded and became a fearful expression.

'What's going on?'

'Please stay calm, ok?'

'I'll try.'

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, I saw her hand beginning to shake. She grabbed her hand and looked up at me, knowing that I had seen all I needed to.

'Swan, how long have your hands been shaking for?'

I was afraid for her safety. Her hands hadn't been shaky in nearly a year, since the final battle ended.

'A couple of weeks.'

I stood up, rubbing my temple with my hand. I could see the pain in her eyes as they filled with tears.

'Killian, please-'

'You kept this from me, again. I could've tried to comfort you, and I would've helped you find whatever it is to stop your hand from shaking.'

'It's not like that-'

'Emma, you should trust me.'

I began to walk out as Emma started to cry, following me.

'I do  trust you. I...'

'I'm going to clear my head.'

I left, heartbroken as I left the woman I loved crying in a heap on the floor.

Emma's POV

I was planning on telling Killian about my hand later. After I saw his smile, and after I had told him everything I wanted to tell him. Everything I needed  to tell him. I cried for what felt like hours. I hadn't eaten all day, but instead of having dinner I went upstairs and changed into one of Killian's shirts. He didn't have many, and they were all black of course, but they smelled like him. I didn't bother brushing my teeth or braiding my hair as I usually did before bed. I got into my side of the bed and lay awake, my hair sprawled across the pillow. I tried wishing Killian back, but of course it didn't work. I can't be sure what time I fell asleep, but at around 4am I heard the front door close. I pretended to be asleep but my hand began to shake again. A few minutes passed before Killian got into bed. I tried falling back asleep, but my hand refused to stop shaking. I let a little tear slip down my face as I realised that it wasn't something that was going away anytime soon. Warm arms wrapped around my torso, and I settled a little. Killian took my hands, one entwined in his hook, gently squeezing my right hand as I lay on my side. I stopped shaking and calmed down. A kiss was planted on the top of my head before I dozed off.

It was still dark outside when I woke. I suddenly realised why, and had to wriggle out of Killian's grasp before running into the bathroom. I dry heaved, because I hadn't eaten in a while. I tried to be quiet, but Killian came in about thirty seconds after me, rubbing my back gently. I eventually leaned back against the wall. I started to cry, pulling my knees to my chest.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Killian.' I sobbed quietly, not louder than a whisper.

'Shhh, my love. Rest now, we can talk in the morning.' He pulled me closer to him, as I buried my face into his chest. I woke a little when he picked me up, but I put my arms around him when he lay me down on the bed.

I woke to find myself still wrapped in Killian's arms. I looked up at him, a little fearful.

'I didn't mean to-'

'It's ok. It's my fault if you can't trust me.'

'No, Killian. It's not like that, I swear.'

'Then please, Emma. Tell me what's going on.'

'Lets go downstairs.'

'Alright, love.'

We both went downstairs and sat on the sofa. I tried to compose myself but my whole body was shaking.

'Love, whatever it is, we can get through this together.'

I smiled at him, and when I smiled I wasn't pretending to be happy. I was  really, truly, happy. I took his hand and hook, and held them as I prepared myself for his unpredictable reaction.

'Killian, I'm pregnant.'

He looked at me with a mixed expression of fear and joy. I saw his eyes fill with tears as he kissed the life out of me. He stood up, lifting me and twirling me around. I giggled and squealed before he set me back down. His hand slid over my stomach as I placed my hand on top of his. I had stopped shaking.

'How long have you known?'

'Since yesterday morning. I can't be far along, the only symptom I have is my hand. It took me long enough to realise that it wasn't because of any visions.'

'How did you know then?' He asked as we sat back down, his hand rubbing my back gently.

'I just knew. I don't really know how.'

'You're going to be an amazing mother, Emma.'

Killian's POV

I was overjoyed at the news that I was to become a father. Emma and I had brought it up a few times, but we were never really sure when we wanted our first child together.

'You're going to be an amazing mother, Emma.'

She looked a little hesitant.

'Am I?'

I frowned at her.

'Emma, how could you even ask such a question? You have done a fantastic job raising Henry.'

'But I didn't raise him. Not for the first ten years of his life.'

'You carried him for nine months, and then you had to do what was best for him. I haven't ever been a father.'

I could picture Emma and I as parents. Having a little princess who looked the spitting image of her mother, and was just as brave. Or having a little pirate, who Emma would raise to be a fine young boy. I would take my child sailing, teach them how to sword fight. I would make sure they were the most loved child on this planet.

'Trust me Killian, I can't think of anyone else who would be a better father than you.'

We both smiled, and I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone.