Hey guys! I watched the movie Life As We Know It and I instantly thought of Emma and Killian. This fanfic is going to start off kinda like the movie, but I want to try and make it different. So don't be surprised when the story diverts from the movie.

Hope you enjoy!

Prologue

Okay. Deep breaths. It's just a date.

Emma busied herself in zipping up her nice black dress she bought. Maybe this date won't go badly. She went to her bathroom, put on some makeup, and went to her full length mirror next to her bed. She styled her hair so that it was braided in a crown around her head. She looked into her mirror, making sure that her braid wasn't messed up, seeing if her dress had any fuzz on it, etc. After she finished her check-up, she paced in front of her bed.

What would he be like? Her best friend Mary Margaret Blanchard set up the date. "You should be getting out, sweetie. You can't be lonely forever. Who knows? Maybe you'll like him." Mary Margaret had stated. Possible but not probable, Emma replied to her friend in her head. This guy, Hook (as M&M called him), was David Nolan's, Mary Margaret's boyfriend's, best friend. Apparently, he was called Hook because of how many girls he was able to get into his bed. Yeah Mary. He sounds so fantastic.

But for tonight, she was going to suck it up. This is for Mary, Emma. This is for Mary Margaret and David's sake. Just tolerate him for one night. Emma chanted in her head. Finally, someone knocked. She went to the door, checked herself in the mirror next to her door, and opened it. It revealed a man with ink black hair in a t-shirt, black leather pants, and a black leather jacket. He looked up and all she saw was blue. A stunning blue. He grinned at her.

"Are you Emma Swan?" He asked in a lilting Irish accent. She nodded.

"Hook?" Emma asked right back. He smirked.

"Actually, love, my name's Killian Jones, but you're free to call me by my more colorful moniker." He replied. Emma saved that into her brain. Hook held his arm out. She raised an eyebrow. "Darling, I'm a gentleman." Her eyebrow stayed put, but she took his arm anyway. He led her outside her apartment complex.

"So, where's your car?" Emma questioned. She looked around the parking lot. He walked ahead of her and headed to a motorcycle on the curb. Her eyes widened.

"Right here!" He answered, patting his ride. She gave him an incredulous look.

"How the hell am I going to get on that in my dress?" She catechized. He shrugged.

"I don't know, love. Guess you'll have to figure that out." Killian said nonchalantly. Emma rolled her eyes.

She tried to lift her leg without showing too much, but that didn't work. She also couldn't stand on one foot in her heels. She tried again with the same result. And she tried again. And again. And again. No improvement. Emma sighed and gave up.

"You know what? Why don't we just take my car?" She suggested.

"Fine by me," he agreed.

They walked to her brand new yellow Volkswagon bug. She took the keys out of her purse and hopped in. When the passenger door slammed shut, she started the car.

"So I heard that the restaurant we're going to is one of the best in Maine." She remarked. His eyes flashed nervousness for a second. He squirmed awkwardly in his seat.

"Um, I was thinking of stopping by a diner nearby. The lasagne there is amazing." She narrowed her eyes. There was something off in his voice. Emma had a gift. Call it a super power if you want, she could tell when anyone was lying. And while he wasn't neccesarily lying, he was ommiting some of his statement. Then it clicked in her head. She leaned back in her seat.

"You didn't make the reservations, did you?" Emma accused. He sheepishly scratched behind his ear.

"I was going to, but then I forgot." She rolled her eyes. Of course.

"I reminded you to make them! Mary reminded you! Even David did!" Emma was frustrated. This guy was an ass. Like all the guys that were like him, with the no good smirk and the look in their eyes that screamed "sex", he was awful.

"It slipped my mind!" He defended himself.

"Well you should've-" she was interrupted by a phone ringing. Hook searched his pockets til he found it. He held it up to his ear.

"Hi... Oh, sorry. I'm going on a date... Well, I'll be done around 10... *laughs* yeah... yeah..." He answered the person on the phone. He put his hand over his mouth. "Well, we'll have a good time tonight... yeah.. okay... bye." He ended the call. He met Emma's annoyed glared. "What?"

"You know what? This was a bad idea. We should just forget this ever happened." Emma made a move to open her door but was stopped by him.

"Come on, we can go to the diner I was talking about! I know the owner, we can probably get a discount or something!" He said unconvincingly.

"What about your friend?" Emma shot back.

"Oh. Um. My friend is sick... and she was wondering if I could come over and make sure she wasn't bored." He lied. Emma rolled her eyes once again.

"Oh, are you going to heal her with your magic penis?" Emma retorted. His cheeks tinged red. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Emma stepped out of her bug.

"And get out of my car!"

- K&E -

"Okay! One... Two... Three, smile!" The photographer shouted.

Mary Margaret and David smiled the biggest they could and the flash went off. It was a huge day. Emma's best friend was now married to her Prince Charming, David Nolan. Emma couldn't keep her excitement in. Her two friends were in love with each other for as long as she could remember. They all went to grade school together, and as far as she knows, Mary and David's only crushes were each other. After about nine years of knowing each other, they became a couple at last. They had the most solid relationship, barely getting into fights, and hopelessly in love. And now they were legally bound.

"Now I want a picture with the bride and all the bridesmaids!" The photographer called out.

Emma went to the group and was one person away from Mary. She was suddenly moved right next to her best friend.

"You're my maid of honor, Emma." Mary Margaret stated.

The camera clicked and then all the grooms and the groomsmen came in the picture. She knew Hook was behind her. She could sense his ego a mile away. She felt a hand on her hip. She slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" She exclaimed. He held his hands up in a mock surrender. She turned back to face the camera, but his hand made a reappearance. She hit him with her bouquet.

"Keep your hands off me!" She told him. He laughed.

"Come on, guys. We need at least one good picture of all of us together." David said.

"Fine, dad." She replied teasingly.

And she held her breath when the photo was taken, Hook's hand still resting on her hip, and tried to keep herself from punching him in the face.

"Bastard," she muttered.

- K&E -

"Welcome home, Henry," David greeted his newborn son in his arms. They had all just arrived home from the hospital.

"David? When did you paint the walls?" Mary asked, coming up to inspect the walls.

"Oh! I asked Robin, Victor, and the guys to help me paint a week ago." David answered. Henry cooed and latched onto David's pinkie.

"A week ago? David you should've done it sooner! There are still chemicals in the air. Henry's not sleeping here for the rest of the week." Mary Margaret decided.

"No! We opened all the windows. It's fine." Mary Margaret walked out of the room just as Emma came in.

"I'll take Henry, David." Emma said, allowing him to go after his wife.

Emma craddled Henry in her arms.

"Hey there! I'm your Auntie Emma." She murmured to the sleeping babe. She rocked him in her arms.

"I didn't know you were a kid person," an arrogant voice rang through the room. She shushed him.

"He's sleeping," Emma whispered. Hook held his arms out.

"Can I hold him?" He asked, she eyed him suspiciously.

"How can I be sure that you won't accidentaly drop him?" She questioned. He rolled his eyes.

"You don't. Try something new, darling. It's called trust." He answered. She sighed and handed him the kid. He held Henry, gazing upon him with awe in his eyes. Henry started to stir and Killian hummed an unfamiliar tune. The baby closed his eyes again and was off to dream land.

"I didn't peg you for a kid person either," she said.

"I'm not. It's just that Henry likes his Uncle Hook better." He smirked. She frowned.

"Not true!"

"Is to!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"It is, Swan. Just admit it!"

Their quiet banter continued until David and Mary were standing in the doorway. David and his wife shared a knowing look.

When are they gonna realize they like each other? David's gaze asked Mary.

Soon hopefully. Mary's eyes responded.

Reviews are very much appreciated! I still need a beta for this story so if anyone's interested, PM me!

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