Emma’s fear of pregnancy leads Killian to find—and use—a spell that allows him to carry their child instead. A canon-divergent CS pregnancy fic, just with the roles flipped a bit. (mpreg; rated T for implied sexy times) | AO3
A/N: dedicated to @sherlockianwhovian and @cocohook38 for their inspiration, and to @jennjenn615 and @mayquita for their support! Thank you!
Chapter 5: Growing Pains
Summary: As the baby continues to grow, Killian faces some unexpected challenges: dressing his swelling belly and trying to beat the heat when there’s something constantly pressing on your insides. But he’s always got Emma to help him out.
It seemed as though things started progressing even faster once they found out they were having a girl. The room they’d designated as a nursery was suddenly cleared, and a small pile of infant goods was growing in it. Henry was constantly listing off names he liked (though he hadn’t yet figured out why Emma laughed at the suggestion of Padme). And one day, while working by himself at the station, he felt the little lass (as he’d taken to calling her) start kicking in reaction to him singing to her.
Everything was thrilling in its own right, but the one annoying thing was trying to dress. It didn’t take long for his button-up shirts to stop buttoning, and he wasn’t sure his jeans would ever fit him again. (The thought of his old leather pants was laughable.) He was getting by with the soft cotton tshirts Emma had bought him when he first moved in, but now in his 24th week, the bump was starting to stretch against them and display itself proudly and prominently in front of him. She was definitely his daughter in that regard.
He was cursing at unforgiving denim one morning before work, when not even the hair elastic trick would hold his pants together, while Emma just watched him and started laughing.
“You are ever so helpful, Swan,” he sarcastically called out as he struggled.
“You knew this was coming,” she threw back. “Honestly, I’m surprised you even got them to last this long.”
He mumbled a response, but she apparently didn’t hear.
“Um, louder for the rest of the class there?”
“I said, they’re your father’s jeans,” he admitted in defeat. “Your mother lent them to me, since he wears a larger size. But, apparently, I’m too big even for those now.” He hung his head, fly still undone, and massaged the spot just below his belly button that seemed to be their daughter’s target this morning.
“Come here,” she sighed, holding her hands out and beckoning him to her. He shuffled over and was slightly surprised when she went right for the jeans.
She grabbed both sides of the clasp and then he caught the white glow of her magic as she easily joined them and secured the closing. “There; that should get you through another couple weeks. But we will have to figure out something past that.”
“I’m not wearing a dress, Emma,” he warned, remembering her mother’s outfits of choice when she was expecting Neal.
Emma just laughed. “I didn’t think you would. But there’s lots of stuff out there; we’ll find something.”
“Can’t you just magic them a bit bigger each day?”
“Even my magic has a limit,” she jested.
paternal instincts, part 5
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