In The Darkest of Times (CaptainSwan)

Sleep, My Love

Killian's Pov

A Week And A Half Later. Emma is 11 Weeks.

I walk downstairs. Emma is already awake, which is unusual, but she has been awake before me for the past week or so.

"You're up early?" I walk over to her.

She looks up from her hot chocolate.

"I already told you, your child seems to have your alarm clock and won't let sleep past 7," she says.

That's the same answer I have gotten for the past week and a half. And I don't know why, but I am suspicious. My lie detector for Emma goes off every time she says that, but I don't want to push it.

There are dark bags under her eyes and I can't help, but worry for her.

"Are you sure you're getting enough sleep, love?" I hold her cheek between my thumb and my palm.

She nods, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

She shakes off my hand on her cheek and my Emma lying detector goes off again.

"Emma?"

"I'm fine Killian. It's probably just stress," she takes my hand to reassure me, but I can tell she's trying to change the subject.

I let it slide for now and nod, but I am not going to let her get away with it.

"Now I have to get to the library soon to help Belle and Regina, but I am going to shower first, if you want to join me," she says seductively, clearly changing the subject.

"That sounds lovely, but I promised David I would go help him at the station," I lie.

I need to talk to David. Somethings off with Emma, but she's clearly been avoiding it for more than a week and I don't think pushing it is going to give me an answer. So I might as well talk to the one person who knows Emma almost as well as I do, her father. I look back up at her, a small smile playing on her lips.

Emma stumbles and is about to fall over. I catch her.

"Woah. You sure you are okay love?"

"Yeah," she stands back up by herself, "Just a little dizzy that's all. I am going to go take that shower now. Love you," she kisses my cheek and heads upstairs.

I sigh. Why can't she just tell me? I know she has her reasons and that she does trust me, so I don't want to get angry at her.

I walk to the station.

"Hey Hook," David says as soon as I enter the building.

"Hey Dave."

"What can I do for you?"

"I don't know," I say flatly.

"You seem like you need to talk."

"Aye. It's Emma."

He looks curious, "What about Emma?"

"She's keeping something from me. Or just not telling me something. I don't know," I collapse into a chair, "She looks exhausted, but she falls asleep with me every night. So I don't see why she should be tired."

"Have you asked her about it?"

"Aye. She just says it's the baby or stress."

"And you don't think she's telling the truth?"

"I don't think so."

"Well I'd give her time and let her tell you on her own."

"It's been almost two weeks, David. I don't want to push her, but I am worried."

"Remember what I told you?"

"Aye. What about it?"

"Just take care of Emma the best you can, that's all you can do. It's her choice to keep this from you and it had to be her choice to tell you. She will tell you eventually," he places his hand on my shoulder.

"You really think so?"

"I really do. Emma probably has her reasons for not telling you."

"I know. That's what I thought, but this has happened before, with her visions. It's making me second guess her trust in me," I take a swig of my rum.

"Hook," I look up at David, "Emma trusts you, but you know how she is. She still thinks she has to do things on her own. Emma's still learning that being the Savior doesn't mean she has to do it on her own. And you have to show her that."

"Thanks, Dave."

Early The Next Day (1 O'Clock A.M.)

A loud thunk startles me awake. I sit up quickly and reach for Emma's hand. Her side of the bed is empty.

"Emma?" I whisper into the darkness worriedly.

What if that man came back and took Emma? My heart races. I grab my hook off my nightstand, locking it into place and grab my sword from behind the closet door.

I quietly walk down the stairs. I see a light emitting from the office. I creep around the corner, prepared to save Emma, holding my sword out.

I whip around, striking my sword through the open door. I release a breath of relief and lower my weapon.

It's just Emma. She is asleep, her head fallen onto the table. Her arms relaxed on the pages of a book. One of the books must have fallen off the desk and the noise caused me to wake up. The desk was piled high with books on magic spells.

"Emma," I gently shake her.

She stirs and slowly opens her eyes.

"Killian," she whispers sleepily, still waking up.

"What are you doing down here, love?"

She suddenly looks guilty, like a child who has been caught.

I glance at the book she is reading. It's a page about spells placed on unborn children. I suddenly realize what she has been hiding from me.

"Emma. I told you to stop overexerting yourself. We will find out what's wrong with our child."

"Will we? Because for the past week and a half I have found not a single spell that could cause what's happening to me."

"That's what you've been doing. You have been staying up all night for the past two weeks just to look through these books," I say frustratedly.

"What do you expect me to do?" she screams, "My child could be in danger and we wouldn't even know. They could be hurting and it's my job as their mother to help them. How could I ever expect a pirate to understand what it's like to have a family?" she runs past me, walking out of our back door, towards the docks.

"Love," I call after her.

Of course her words hurt, but I kept in mind what David said. I have to remind her that she doesn't have to carry this burden alone. She has me.

I walk out the door slowly.

She is sitting on our bed swing on the back of our house, crying. My heart breaks seeing her like this.

I come sit down with her.

"I'm so sorry Killian," tears run down her cheeks, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry."

I just cradle her close to me, pulling her into my lap.

"It's okay. It's just the hormones. You didn't hurt me. I knew you didn't mean that. And I know you're worried about our child, I am too, but you need to take care of yourself if you want our little one to be healthy and safe first. We will figure this out. We always do. I love you Emma."

"I love you too," she whimpers, her tears slowing.

"Now sleep, my love. I'll be here when you wake up and I will make sure nothing happens to you or our child."

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