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2 He senses the change in her breathing and quickly pulls away. She glares at him, as he laughs and heads upstairs removing his shirt as he glances back. She’s never completed scheduling so fast. before.

Hey, nonnie, thanks for being the kick in the pants to get this done. This factored in nicely to my Killian/Emma/Killian fic I’ve been trying to write for like, months. So here’s some smutty smutty smut of the threesome variety.

He smiled when her hands touched his shoulders, sliding down his chest and toying with the buttons on his shirt. He didn’t look up from his book, though, enjoying the game and the feeling of her chest pressed up against the back of his head. Her hands swirled over his chest and down his sides, then crept up to steal his book from his hand. “I was reading that,” Killian said, amused.

“I noticed. I also noticed that you didn’t notice I had other plans for you,” Emma said, climbing over the back of the couch to sit next to him, heedless of the number of times he’s told her she’s going to ruin the integrity of their furniture at some point.

Draping his arm just behind her on the couch, he turned to face her. “Oh, I noticed, wife of mine, I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

She made a face at him, then leaned forward to kiss him. She slipped her tongue past his lips and he hummed in surprise. “How’s that?” she asked.

“Better.”

She rested her forehead against his, then sat back, looking at him with a mixture of apprehension and expectancy. Few things made his Swan nervous these days and he rubbed her arm in encouragement. “I have a proposition for you,” she said.

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“Was your mother a fairy?”

Emma’s question is a hushed whisper, just loud enough for Killian to hear above the lullaby playing softly on endless loop from his phone on the nightstand.

“What?” he mumbles, mindful of the volume of his own voice. The song is the only bloody thing that will keep their newborn daughter asleep for longer than ten minutes at a time and he dares not chance disturbing her.

“Your mom,” Emma repeats, her hand patting soothingly over Hope’s middle as she lays between them on their bed. “Was she a fairy?”

Killian chuckles quietly. “My mother was many things, love, but a fairy was not one of them.”

“Oh,” Emma replies, and the breath she exhales is almost disappointed.

He watches as she shifts her hand, tracing a finger delicately over the curve of Hope’s ear, lingering for a moment over the tiny pointed tip.

“An elf maybe?”

This time Killian smiles, reaching for her hand and drawing it to him to kiss at her fingers. “I’m no halfling, wife.”

She slips from his grasp, shifting to tug playfully on his earlobe. “So the ears…”

“Purely coincidence, I’m afraid.” He grasps at her hand again, twining their fingers together. “The only magic I’ve got…is the two of you.”

Though she rolls her eyes, her smile is full of affection, and when she lifts her head, he meets her halfway so he can press his lips to hers in a tender kiss. They feel Hope shift beneath them, and they spring apart immediately, their eyes wide and their breaths trapped in their lungs.

He and Emma are eerily still, watching Hope squirm for a few moments more. Her soft noises of protest make his brow furrow with anxiety and as quickly as she had almost been roused, she falls still again, remaining peacefully with her dreams. Their twin sighs are full of relief and when Emma gently lays her head back on the pillow, he follows suit. Their hands meet again, resting carefully over their daughter while they smile at each other, and Hope’s favorite lullaby continues to play around them.

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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!

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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.

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The baby was not fussy. They were late anyway. (Because they both looked a little shifty when they walked in and no one can tell me otherwise because that is 100% what these two are like. ~800 words.)

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“Swan?” Killian pokes his head through the bedroom door. “I’m
afraid—what are you doing?”

“Texting my mother,” Emma says distractedly, fiddling with
her phone. “Telling her we’ll be late.”

He frowns. “We aren’t late.”

Emma looks over and gives him a mock-patient look. “That’s
why I’m saying we will be—what happened to you?”

He shrugs, stepping fully into view. He’s dressed in a tux
that, if Emma were to be honest, doesn’t suit him at all. It was black, but now
there’s a rather big stain on his left shoulder. “I’m afraid we had a little
accident.”

Nestled in the crook of his arm, his daughter gurgles
happily, flailing a tiny, chubby arm.

“An accident,” Emma says, deadpan.

“Aye, love,” he says, straight-faced.

“Killian.”

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