A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! It’s been such a blast to write this story and I adore this AU! I will be writing a sequel so never fear. I would like to finish my canon divergent AU first. And tackle some of those smutty one shot prompts, lol. Enjoy!
“Emma, love, what are you doing?”
Killian swore he’d only left her for a few moments, intending to fetch her shawl. It was March, but the castle was still a bit cool. The full weight of spring had not quite arrived. By the time he returned, Emma was standing precariously on a stool, reaching for a book near the top of their tall bookcase. It was precarious, of course, because his beautiful wife was nine months pregnant and due to give birth any day now.
“Getting a book, what does it look like I’m doing?”
“How did you even get up there?” He moved to stand behind her to catch her if she fell.
“By walking, silly. Killian, I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”
“But you know what the midwife said.”
“That I should rest as much as possible? Yeah, I heard her.” Emma climbed down, Killian catching her elbow to steady her. “I’m so tired of just laying around here waiting for your son to show up.”
“So now he’s my son?” Killian said with a laugh. “I seem to remember you being quite an active participant in the creation of our boy.”