Eventually, Emma decided to suck it up. She knew that there would be plenty of time for tears later, so she drove home. She was hesitant to just reach forward and open the door, but when she did, she was glad. Killian was there in the kitchen, standing beside Henry as they helped each other make dinner. "You finally pried him from his room," she acknowledged, pretending just for the time being that there was nothing going on. Just give us right now, she thought, going to hug her husband by the stove.
They all ate dinner as a family, something that happened on rare occasion because Killian was normally working, and Henry just wanted to keep reading his book, or doing whatever in his room. After that, she decided that it was time to come clean. "So, uh, can I talk to the two of you before you go?" she asked, and both Henry and Killian nodded, both of them walking back to the table. "I went to see Dr. Whale today," she said, noticing the instant panic that filled Killian's eyes. "And I, uh, I got some interesting and… unexpected news," she said, and both Henry and Killian looked at each other, thinking exactly the same thing.
She couldn't do it. She literally just stopped talking, pulling the papers off of the top of the fridge where she had placed them so Henry wouldn't find them. "Well," she said, handing the papers over to Killian. Killian read over them first, looking up at her and staring as he passed them over to Henry to read.
Henry started shaking, and Killian put his hand on his shoulder as he looked up at his mother. "What does this mean, then? Are you giving me away?" he asked, and Emma shook her head, walking over to him, having him turn in his chair to face him.
His face was already turning red, something that only ever happened when he felt sick. He was feeling exactly the same way as she had at every home she was ever in, and she wanted it to stop. She knew how bad it felt and she could not and would not let her son feel that way anymore.
Emma squatted down to lower than his level so that she could talk to him properly. "Henry, look at me, kid," she whispered, putting her hand on his arm. "Nobody is giving you away right now. You don't have to go away, but you don't have to stay, either. Whatever you wanna do, I'll take care of. If you wanna find her, I'll help you, and if you don't, then I'll keep you here with me and Killian," she whispered, taking his hands in hers. "But, Henry, I promise you that no matter what you decide, whether Killian agrees or not, you will always have a home with me," she promises, standing as Henry nodded, pulling at Emma's arm to get her to hug him.
He looked at both of them, wiping at his eyes to get the tears to go away and stood. "I'm gonna play a game and then go to bed, it's late," he said, looking at the clock. Emma hadn't realized how long it took for her to break the news to her family, and it was already almost eight o'clock. Emma and Killian both went to bed shortly after Henry, at around ten thirty.
She went to sit on the bed and wait for Killian to finish in the shower. That gave her time to think. Neal won't ever know. That was one of the things that was starting to bother her, too. He absolutely loved Henry, so much, and not it was becoming apparent that Henry had never even been his son. If only there was a post office that would send mail to heaven, and she could just write him a letter that explained everything. Still, it would be better if she could just bring him back.
She wouldn't leave Killian for Neal or anything, she just wished that Neal was there so that she could tell him all of this and they could deal with this one together. She loved Killian, she really did, but she could tell that he didn't really understand what this felt like. She stared at the wall, her eyes on the big painting that Killian asked her to paint of the ocean. "Love, are you alright? You look vexed," he says, walking over to where she was sitting on the side of the bed. He put his hand on her back, facing in her direction.
She nodded, staring at the water in the painting and pretending that it was real as if they were on the Jolly Roger. "I'm assuming that this is one of those moments when Bae would be much better at this, and I'm sorry that he's not here, love," he told her and she nodded, leaning against his shoulder. "I'm also quite sorry that I can't understand exactly what this feeling like, but I do hope that it's better than it would be if you were alone," he whispered, and she nodded once again. He kissed her on top of her head. He noticed that her eyes were drooping as she began to fall asleep on his shoulder.
He put his hand on her lower back and she sat up, wondering what was going on. "Let's rest, love. We can talk in the morning," he whispered, and she just nodded, knowing that there was nothing better to do right then than to just rest.
They both got ready for bed, throwing pajamas on and brushing their teeth before crawling into bed. Killian could tell almost immediately that Emma either wouldn't be sleeping, or she would be plagued with nightmares as she did so. So, he thought for a moment and decided to do something he rarely did because Emma thought it was too sappy. He scooted over close to her and pulled her into his arms.
Her head fell against his chest and her arm curled up to hold onto his. She was lying on her back and he was on his side, and she decided not to try to put her arm under him. He felt her grip tighten on his arm as he readjusted himself so that he would be more comfortable in their position, and he just couldn't do with what he knew she was thinking. She couldn't let go of him and lose another thing that she loved today. "I'm going nowhere, Swan," he whispered, hugging her tighter. She squeezed his hand in thanks before she slowly drifted off to sleep.
I forgot to put a note at the end of the last chapter because it was really late last night, I'm so sorry!
So, a few things about this story. This is my first CaptainSwan story. I'm going to try to write it Swanfire, too, just to see how that goes, but I wanted to put this here for you guys to enjoy. This might be pretty short if people don't post REVIEWS on it because those are the only way I know that you actually really like it and that this is worth my time.