Hopeful
Hope. He had never been one to have very much. Certainly not after losing Liam and Milah. But here he was kissing the woman he loved, hopeful for the white picket future she had mentioned.
Sure he was partial to the ocean, but if it meant forever with her, he'd take the white picket fence dream. There were always the weekends to go sailing with Henry. They could make this work.
Merlin had been confident in his response to the possibility of ridding Emma of the darkness. He had found a way for her to shake the demon haunting her, but he didn't know how long that would last. Killian hoped he would be enough but where Emma was concerned he wasn't taking any chances.
"Hey, are you ok?" Typical. Here they were in Camelot, her fighting the hold of the darkness and yet she was worried about him.
"Fine Love. We're almost there. Almost free of the darkness." They were in this together. He rarely thought of Emma fighting the darkness alone. He needed her to know he was there for her. Especially considering she had spent most of her life with no one being there for her.
"I know." Emma beamed at him. "Once we're back in Storybrooke, perhaps we can find a place of our own. Just you, me and Henry."
"That sounds like a plan." This was good. If Emma was planning for the future, that meant she would fight to have one. That alone gave him hope.
"Maybe by the water?" She had a picture in her head of the home she wanted, but she needed him to be happy as well.
"Let's get you free of the darkness and back to Storybrooke first." He was touched by her thoughts of him, but right now he just wanted the real Emma back.
"We're almost there." Hope shone from her beautiful face.
"Yes we are." If she could be hopeful, then so could he.