Together

The Search Begins

Storybrooke was a relatively peaceful town, so Emma was not only surprised but a little put off at how busy the police department was for the next month. It was just her luck that she was unable to start looking for her parents. She knew she shouldn't stress for not only her sake, but for the baby's, but that task proved to be rather difficult. That, and morning sickness accounted for quite a few sleepless nights.

Killian was extremely worried about her, and it all came to a head one night when he rolled over to find Emma's side of the bed empty. He got up and sleepily walked into the living room to find his wife sitting on the couch sipping a glass of warm water.

"You alright, love?" Killian asked – though he knew the question was rather pointless – as he came to sit down beside her.

Emma nodded as she set the glass down on the coffee table before she spoke, "Yeah, I was thinking about my parents. I wish I had time to look for them, but I wouldn't even know where to start looking even if I wasn't crazy busy."

Killian pondered her words for a moment then observed, "Well, love, I think that your birth certificate would be a good place to start."

At that moment, Emma buried her face in her hands before she lifted her head back up and said, "Why didn't I think of that?"

Killian rubbed her back soothingly as he responded, "You've had a lot on your mind, Swan."

Emma sighed as she said, "I don't even know where it is. I think that Mom might have had it."

Killian then asked, "So, where would it be now?"

Emma answered, "Since I was living in Boston when Mom died, David acquired all of her stuff. The bigger items, like furniture, is still in storage, but I'm sure he keeps all of the paperwork in his house."

"Well, perhaps we could go look through it this weekend. I'm sure your brother and sister-in-law wouldn't mind," Killian suggested.

"They wouldn't. They both keep offering to help me find my parents, but I haven't been able to see what they could do," Emma began, but then turned and looked at Killian to continue, "until now," as she smiled.

Killian smiled back at her and rested his forehead against hers as he said, "Alright then, love. Perhaps you can rest now." Emma nodded in response.

Killian stood up, and Emma moved to follow him, but as soon as she did, a wave of nausea hit her. She ran to their bedroom and barely made it to the bathroom in time. She closed the toilet lid and flushed before she slowly stood up, went over to the sink, and took a cold washrag to wipe her face. The blonde then rested her palms against the counter and kept her head down as she yawned. She hadn't realized how exhausted she was until some of the weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Just then, she heard footsteps behind her and felt fingers carding through her hair to pull it up in a ponytail.

"Come on, love. I think we both need to sleep," Killian said softly. Emma nodded in agreement before she yawned once again.

They both crawled into bed, and Emma settled on her side while Killian moved to wrap his arms around her. She snuggled against him as he rested one hand on her waist and the other on her barely noticeable bump. Within a few minutes, Killian heard soft snores and breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, his relief was short-lived; both Emma and himself had a long journey ahead of them – in more ways than one. Killian wished with everything he had in him that Emma would have waited until after their child was born to start searching for her parents. But Emma was incredibly stubborn, and she had her mind set on finding them – he knew he wouldn't be able to talk her out of it. Besides, he did understand why she was doing this, and he knew she would feel some sort of peace once she found them or found out something about them. With these thoughts in mind, Killian softly kissed Emma's head before he finally drifted off to sleep.