What if Hook was able to go with Emma and Henry when they left to escape Pan’s curse? With no memory of each other or Storybrooke, Emma and Killian meet in New York as complete strangers, both with broken pasts, and both with clean slates for their future.
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so you guys talked me into it. here’s the new chapter two days early *wiggles finger* but no more! you have to wait until NEXT friday now. i hope you are all happy. ;-p but, at least this is the longest chapter yet :D
double line breaks mean POV change
not sure how long they sit in silence, or how long he stares off into space
before a glass full of amber liquid appears before his face. With his old
memories came back the now familiar pull of the darkness and the thirst for
revenge, it’s almost as if the weight was put back on his shoulders the instant
his memories came back.
he whispers before he takes the glass.
lets out a sigh and sits down. “I’m sorry to do this to you, Hook.”
a/n: a what to expect when you’re expecting au series
in which four couples experience the beautiful process that is pregnancy
It was a little past 7am when Calum first heard the urgent yells of his name coming from the upstairs bathroom.
He dropped the freshly brewed pot of coffee on the counter, not at all caring about the spilt coffee, and sprinted up the stairs, taking it two steps at a time.
“Calum Hood, you get your fine ass in here before I-”
He appeared at the top of the stairs just before his wife could finish her empty threat, out of breath and wide-eyed. Her eyes were similar to his, but a huge smile was curled around her lips.
Dylan’s hand shook as she lifted it up into Calum’s view, showing him a plastic stick that had changed their entire lives once before, a mere two years ago.
The small pink plus sign made Calum break into a grin as he walked over to Dylan and picked her up by the waist. Her legs locked perfectly around his hips like they always did when the two of them made out like horny teenagers. Only now, they hid their faces in each other’s necks and just laughed.
“You scared the living fuck out of me right there, you little shit.” He told her after he put her down and the two of them were just hugging each other in the middle of the bathroom.
She looked at him seriously and cocked her eyebrow.
Calum pecked his wife’s forehead a few times and then bent down to her stomach. “Sorry, nugget. I won’t swear that much once you’re outta there, that’s a promise. I love you.”
“You said the same thing when I was pregnant with Jace.” Dylan playfully rolled her eyes.
He ignored her and reached behind her to take the pregnancy test out of her back pocket. “Pregnant, 9 weeks.” He read. He furrowed his brows in thought. Dylan asked him what he was thinking of while running her fingertips through she small hairs at the nape of his neck. “Didn’t we go to that music festival like 2 months ago?”
Dylan hummed and smirked. “He or she could have been conceived that time in the minivan or maybe that time behind the main stage or-”
A yell cut her off. “Mama!”
Calum laughed as he clamped a hand over his wife’s mouth. “Okay, yes, I get it. Now go fetch our son, will you? I love you. ”
Dylan pecked Calum on the mouth quickly, mumbling “I love you” back to him. He patted her on the butt as she walked out of the bathroom and toward the room at the end of the hallway. She could hear the cries of her name and Calum’s on the other side of the door.
The little toddler stood up straight in his crib, holding onto the bars. His jet black curls were tousled and his cheeks had turned a faint red from all the screaming.
“Good morning, my little bean.” Dylan picked Jace up out of the crib and held him to her chest, smothering him in kisses. “Did you have a nice sleep?”
Jace nestled his head in the crook of his mother’s neck and whined.
“I guess not.” Dylan sighed. “You want food?”
Jace looked up from his mother’s necklace and grinned a toothy grin, drooling all over his fist as he tried to fit it in his mouth.
“Food always makes you happy, doesn’t it?” She bounced her son in her arms while walking down the stairs. “You are your dad’s child after all.”