Kicking

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“Killian!!!! Come fast… HURRY!!!” – Emma screamed from the bedroom.

“What is it, love? Is everything alright with you and the babies?” – Killian asked worried, fear clear in his eyes.

“Yeah! Everything’s fine. Amazing, actually. Fast, give me your hand.”

He was completely confused, but did as she asked.

“Bloody hell.”

Without even thinking, Killian felt to his knees. He wasn’t one to cry, but this miracle he was witnessing was wonderful and he couldn’t… and quite frankly didn’t want to stop the tears. Their babies were kicking, very strongly. They were already amazing fighters if he had any say in that, his little pirates.

“I love you both so much, and I love your mother more than life itself. I can’t wait for you to come meet us and meet your brother Henry, he’ll love you very much, and you’ll have the best  grandparents in any realm. Oh, you’re going to be so cherished by everyone.”

Killian kept talking to their babies, while Emma just looked at him in awe. Everything was worth it, all the trials, challenges, good and bad moments. Every single step that took them to that moment was worth it.

Suddenly he noticed a special type of magic floating in the air.

“That’s really beautiful, Emma.”

“What is?”

“The lights. Your magic, love.”

“I’m… I’m not doing anything, Killian.”

Both of them were amazed to see that their babies were influencing her magic without her even noticing. Little pirates indeed.

Pride was bubbling on Killian’s chest and he couldn’t avoid kissing Emma’s belly to try and transfer a little bit of his love to their children.

And now Emma was crying as well.

“Damn, those hormones…”

They stayed like that for a while, just the four of them, their little family.