This is my own fanfiction. I don't own the characters. All rights go to the creators of Once Upon a Time, Disney, and ABC.

My life is about to change; for better or for worse, I just know it.

Emma Swan rolls over in bed, squinting into the bright sunlight. The sounds of Boston, Massachusetts roll below her, providing an unwelcome wake-up call. She had been up half the night and wasn't ready for the sun just yet. She places a pillow over her head and attempts to go back to sleep. The clock reads that it's after 8 and she pulls the blankets up to cover her body.

"Good morning Love,"

Emma rolls over to see Killian standing at the doorway with cups of coffee in his hands. His hypnotic blue eyes beam down at her and his dark messed up hair, falling softly around his forehead. He has a neatly trimmed beard around his smiling face. He stands in his boxer shorts, showing his 4-pack stomach, something that made his companion's heart race. Emma smiles widely and throws off the pillow to welcome him into her bed. The handsome man hands her a steaming mug before climbing into bed with her.

"I was going to make hot chocolate the way you like it, but you're all out," he says gently.

"Yeah, Henry and I used it up last week, I've been meaning to buy some more," Emma says as she takes a sip from her mug. "It's not easy being a mother of a teenager."

"Aye," Killian says. "But it's nice for you to have a night off."

"Was it really a night?" Emma smirks. "It was more like a weekend."

"I'd call it two nights," Killian grins. "Two amazing nights…" He leans forward to kiss her.

Emma can't help but smile. Last night had been a long time coming. She and Killian had started seeing each other only months before, taking the time to get to know one another before taking things to the next level. Both were recovering from intense losses, Killian lost his last girlfriend to cancer and Emma's fiancé, ex-fiancé, and the father of her son, Henry, had upped and left her with little explanation. Both had suffered great heartbreak and found solace in one another, Killian sitting in a bar, drinking his depression away when Emma walked in. She was actually working at the time they met, trying to hunt down a person who had skipped their bail after being arrested for several thefts. She was walking around the seedier side of town, trying to dig up some leads and she ended up asking him for information. He was a docks man, working in the harbor to make ends meet and at the time, mourning the loss of his beloved Milah, who had succumbed to lung cancer a few months previous. He thought the docks would always make him feel close to his family and brother, all of whom were gone now. Killian had seen a suspicious man hanging around and offered to help Emma look for him. He had never seen a woman so beautiful, with her lively, but determined green eyes and long blonde hair pulled back to keep her focused. Emma had refused to allow him to come along due to the dangers, but Killian was stubborn and insisted.

The two did end up catching the man, with Killian tackling the man after the perpetrator had drawn a gun on Emma. Emma told Killian to hide as she was the armed one and was confronting the man. The two fought until the escapee got a hold of Emma's gun and it was then the docks man attacked, taking him down and saving Emma's life.

Emma had insisted she buy Killian a drink after the arrest was made, for saving her life and they hit it off. Killian was quite handsome and Emma couldn't keep her eyes from him. The feeling was quite mutual. The two talked until the bars closed and Killian asked for her number.

She was, of course, reluctant to give it, since her trust had been severely shaken after Neal, her fiancé had run off, but she did end up giving it to him. She had been with Neal for sixteen years, mostly due to her giving birth to their son, Henry Swan-Cassidy, after a year of dating when she was sixteen. They had loved one another and stayed together for their son, happily cohabitating, no plans to get married, but things began to deteriorate after Henry turned ten. Neal became very distant, mostly due to the death of his mother and his father re-marrying a much younger woman. He accused his father of moving on too quickly and Neal was never the same afterward. Emma, who had been in the foster system most of her life, couldn't fully understand his pain of loss and this was one of the nails in the coffin of their relationship. Neal had asked Emma to marry him and she thought it would be a new start for them, but he started staying out late, working late and became extremely aloof. This added more strain to their relationship and fights broke out more and more, Emma accusing him of neglecting time with Henry and infidelity. Then one night, when Henry was almost thirteen, after picking him up from a swim meet, she found most of the apartment cleaned out and note saying Neal had had enough.

The recovery was long and hard for both. Henry, who was now fifteen, took it the hardest and became just as distant. He thought that his father walking out might have been his fault and like many children of separated parents, he blamed himself. Henry was struggling to fit in in high school, feeling like the odd one out and was working through his identity crisis and teenage hormones. Emma did her best to comfort Henry, not as successfully as she was hurting too. She knew that her son needed his father for these years to get advice for dating and grades. Emma was trying so hard to help him, but in the end, he shut her out. She decided space was what they both needed. Emma buried herself in work, having one of her friends, Regina Mills, help Henry with whatever he needed while she worked. The work did little to ease the pain of being left by Neal, but ever so slowly, she began to recover.

Regina had been divorced twice and she was one of Emma's confidants after Neal walked out. She lent a helping hand and ear to Emma, helping her work through the pain. Regina could be a little hard sometimes, even bitter. Both of her husbands had left her since she could not have children. This was due to a car accident in her teens, and Regina found little hope in the darkness. Emma had hired Regina to take care of Henry when he was little and this gave her some comfort. Emma had allowed Regina to have the relationship she'd always wanted with a child and she became Henry's second mother in a way. She was there for everything, including his graduation from elementary school and it made her happy. When Neal left the family, Regina became Emma and Henry's guide to coping with the distress and gave advice when it was needed. Emma was forever grateful to Regina. In fact, Henry was staying with her when she spent the weekend with Killian.

"I haven't done anything like that in a long time," Emma whispers, putting her mug on the nightstand and laying against Killian's bare chest.

"Neither have I," Killian says in his warm Irish accent. He kisses the top of her head.

"I wish this moment could last forever," she sighs.

Killian says nothing and wraps his arms around Emma.

…

Eventually, they do have to get up to go to work. Their weekend was over and it was time to go back to reality. Killian changes into his shirt and pants from Friday as Emma brushes her teeth.

"Next time I'll be sure to pack extra clothes," he says, zipping his fly. "I'll never hear the end of it from Robin and Will when I get home."

"I'd take both of them over Ruby any day," Emma sighs. "She'll want all the details."

"You don't kiss and tell, do you?" Killian asks, raising his eyebrow.

Emma smiles with the toothbrush in her mouth. "She'll have to kidnap and torture me to get the specifics."

Killian gives her his odd half-smile that always makes her blush. "I won't tell my lads if you won't tell the Lasses."

"It's a promise," Emma says before spitting into the sink.

"Perhaps next weekend, we can relive the experience?" Killian suggests, coming up behind Emma and wrapping his arms around her as she brushes her hair.

"I wish I could, but it's Lacey's birthday next Friday and it's a girl's night out."

"I would happy to be the designated driver," he murmurs, burying his face into her blonde hair.

"You just want to see me drunk again," Emma mutters, trying to brush around Killian's face.

"Can I help it that you're quite lovely when you let your hair down?" he asks.

"Stop tempting me," Emma giggles. "Now please let me get changed."

"Never," Killian smiles, tightening his grip on her.

Emma's hip checks Killian gently so she can finish getting ready for work. He begins attacking her with kisses and she screams with laughter.

…

"Morning Emma," David Nolan says, greeting his top bail bonds agent as she walks into the police station. "Did you have a good weekend?"

Emma does her best not to blush as she goes towards her section of the station.

"Mary Margret wanted to have you over this weekend, but I discouraged it considering you had other plans," David says, giving her a knowing smile

David Nolan was the lieutenant of the Boston Police Department and was a good friend of Emma's. He and his, wife Mary Margret, who was Emma's best friend had come to Boston a few years previously, hoping for a fresh start after Mary Margret lost her father. The two were the epidemy of happiness, love in it's truest form, married for a long time. Mary Margret worked as a teacher and David the lieutenant, in charge of Emma's task force. They were also going to be parents very soon; Mary Margret was in her eighth month and they were eager and excited to welcome a new life. Emma was always willing to give her child care advice and the teacher returned the favour by always listening when Emma had a problem. The woman was sweet and a social butterfly, the total opposite of Emma and she managed to get Emma to make a few more friends and socialize whenever possible. Emma felt she could always trust the two of them and go to them for anything.

"That was probably for the best, how is she doing?"

"Excited, but tired, we have the nursery ready. Mary thinks it'll be a boy and I think it'll be a girl and look like her."

"Alright Lieutenant Nolan, there's much to be done, we can't spend all day chit chatting," a stern voice interjects.

Police Commissioner Gold walks into the station, a stern look on his face, which is nothing new. He is dressed in his regular uniform, clean and pressed like always as he eyes the two workers talking to each other.

"I'm sure Miss Swan has more important things to do rather than talk about your pregnant wife,"

David's ears turn red and his jaw clenches, but he merely nods and walks towards his office.

"Get to work Swan," Gold orders.

"Yes sir," Emma says.

"I'm sorry?" Gold says loudly.

"Yes, Commissioner," she says through gritted teeth before escaping to her section of the station.

"Hi Leroy," Emma says as she passes his desk.

The bearded short man grunts as a response and only looks up once to acknowledge Emma.

"Grumpy as always," Emma says.

"I wouldn't be so bad if you weren't late again. What was it this time? Broken down car? Son sick? A one night stand?"

Emma slams her bag down and glares at Leroy. "Speak a little louder, I'm sure the interns on the third floor couldn't quite hear you."

Leroy returns Emma's stare. "Just get on the new case. I put it on your desk. It's bad enough we have a tyrant for a Commissioner, I don't need my best bonds person waylaid for being late and in love."

"I'm not in love," Emma grimaces.

"Sure you're not," Leroy mutters. He takes a flask from his jacket and swigs some more. It's nine in the morning and he's already half drunk. Emma had warned him about his alcoholism, but she always gets a snappy answer. It's why she doesn't bother with Leroy as often as she could.

Emma looks at the new case on her desk when her phone buzzes.

Ruby: Hey girl, why was your phone off all weekend? Is there something I should know ;-)

Nothing that concerns you. Emma texts back

Ruby: You still tired from a good time?

Emma: I am not discussing this with u!

Ruby: You'll spill. I know you will. U coming out on Friday for Lacey's B-Day?

Emma: Wouldn't miss it. Who else is coming?

Ruby: Elsa, Anna, Zelli, Beauty Queen, Gina and MeyLing. What about Mary?"

Emma: You know she can't go anywhere in her condition.

Ruby: Just thought it would be polite to ask

Emma: Well consider it answered. Shouldn't u b working?

Ruby: On break.

"Ah hum!" a stern voice from the far end of the room. Emma drops her phone onto her desk in surprise to see Gold staring her down from the doorway. "I'm sure your conversations about the latest styles can wait until after work Miss Swan. You have forfeited two minutes of lunch."

"Yes, Commissioner, I'll turn it off," Emma says obediently.

"Thank you," Gold says before walking away.

Emma sighs heavily and Leroy shoots her a look. She ignores him and sends a goodbye text to Ruby before shutting her phone off.

"Such is the life," Emma mutters. "Nothing ever changes here."

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