Emma didn't move as Regina stormed out of the diner, the door slamming behind her. The same expression stayed plastered to Emma's face as she stared after her. No one else in the diner seemed to notice this whole exchange, and Robin, Marion, and Roland were sitting down, talking as a family. Clearly Regina was the last thing from their minds at the moment.

Emma felt Killian come up behind her, but she still didn't move. She felt dizzy, as if she wasn't fully there. Killian's voice sounded like it was coming from a distance. "Emma? Emma, love." He said, his voice laced with something…sorrow? Disappointment? "Love, come on. It's time to go." He wound his arm around her waist and pulled her toward the back of the diner where the door was that lead rooms upstairs. She let him lead her away from the room where everyone was still so happy. The laughter and hum of chatter faded as Killian pushed the door open with his good hand and ushered her through with the other arm. She walked as if she was in a trance, still not really registering what was going on.

They walked to the stairway that led upstairs, where he sat her down and sat down beside her. He reached out with his good hand to turn her head toward him, and he held it there, stroking her jaw with his thumb, the cool metal of his rings pressed against the skin of her face. "Love, it's okay. It's not your fault. It will be okay."

She turned her head away as tears began to fall from her eyes. She covered her face with her hands. "I never meant to hurt anyone. I didn't mean to. I…Regina…" She mumbled through her crying.

"Shh…" Killian said, rubbing her back. "I know. It isn't your fault. I know you, you wouldn't leave an innocent person to die."

"But she was supposed to. I knew changing the past would be bad, but I did it anyway. Why? Why couldn't I have left her?" She slammed her hand against the wooden stair, wincing in pain.

He reached out to unfold her fist and rub his fingers over her hand."Imagine how Robin would have reacted when he found out that Regina killed his past lover. That would not have done any favors for their relationship. You saved Regina from that fate, one that may have been unforgivable." The sincerity in his eyes was unmistakable.

"But—" Emma protested.

Killian interrupted her. "You know he would have found out. That would not have been a secret forever. Now that part of history doesn't even exist. Trust me love, you've helped Regina, not hurt her."

"But Marion. He loves her. I destroyed Regina's happiness. Just like my mother."

Killian tenderly reached up to wipe the tears from Emma's cheeks. "Maybe not. He thought that Marion was dead. And she is still the father of his child. That is the happiness you saw. But Robin is a different man now. Marion might not be the right woman for him anymore."

"He loves Marion. You know he still loves her."

"Yes, I don't doubt it. But he loves Regina too. You know that. You see, I still love my Milah. If she suddenly appeared here today, I would still love her. But not in the same way as I did. I am a different man than I used to be. Maybe Marion was never right for Robin. Maybe Milah was never right for me. It just took us longer to find those that bring out the best in us."

"Hook—"

He shook his head. "No love. Let me talk. If Milah was to appear right here, right now, I would be happy. But I would choose you! Sometimes it takes a while for us to become the people we want to be, and find the right people to share those lives with. But it happens. Regina and Robin and Marion, they're adults. They will figure it out."

Emma was still caught up on something he said. "You'd choose me? Over your Milah? That means…"

Hook looked at her seriously, as he did outside when she'd asked about his ship. "Aye. I love you, Emma. Truly."

Emma leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met and he kissed her back with more passion than he had just about an hour ago. He pulled her into his lap without breaking the kiss so that he was straddling his legs. She ground her hips into him and he groaned, but broke off the kiss and pushed her away, although she could tell it took a lot of will power.

"It's getting late. You should go find Henry," Killian told her softly, stroking her cheek. His eyes were warm, but filled with restraint.

Emma sighed. "You're right. Of course." She stood up, lacing her fingers through his, pulling on his arm for him to follow. They walked back out into the diner, while Killian rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand. She knew that this was sending the message to everyone that they were a couple, but she finally didn't mind that.

She caught Henry's eye from across the room and nodded to him. He was talking to Archie, but he hugged him and said goodbye before crossing the room to reach Emma and Killian. "Hey Killian. Hi mom," Henry said, smiling. He stepped into Emma's one armed hug, as she didn't let go of Killian's hand.

"Ready for bed, Henry?"

He nodded, walking toward the door that lead to upstairs. Killian and Emma followed behind.

When they reached the door to Emma and Henry's room, Emma unlocked it. "I'll be in in a second, Henry," Emma told him, holding the door as Henry entered the room. She held the door with her foot as she turned around, finally releasing Killian's hand to lace both her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips against his once again. He smelled so good she could probably keep pulling at his lips, sliding her tongue through his mouth, pressing her body against his forever, but she forced herself away after a bit. She saw the lust she felt echoed in his eyes. Breathing hard, she smiled slightly. "See you tomorrow, Killian. And thanks again. For everything."

He smiled back. "Goodnight Emma." And he turned and headed down the hall to his room as Emma followed Henry into hers.

As she lay in the bed next to Henry's after taking a much needed shower, brushing her teeth, and putting on her familiarly comfortable shorts and tank top, she didn't have as much trouble falling asleep as she thought. I must be tired from the journey, Emma thought to herself as her heavy eye lids closed. The curtains were drawn, and a lot of the town now slept, for it was after midnight. So no one noticed the drop in temperature and the snow that had begun to fall.