The next morning Emma was the first to wake. She smiled at the soft snores coming from the dashing shirtless pirate next to her. He lay sprawled out half on his side, his back to her. It was as if she were in her very best of dreams. Her eyes closed and she scooted closer, snaking her arm around him. Today, she refused to wake up from this dream. Today she would enjoy this moment.

Killian woke to Emma tangled around him, the sheet a mess, tying them together. He sighed a very deep and happy sigh, rolling over to hold her. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"What heaven is this? Waking up to a woman so beautiful. My true love."

She smiled into his neck. He was right; this was perfection. He had been alive over 200 years and not felt this full and satisfied. He wondered how it was even possible to be as happy as he was at this moment.

"Emma, my heart..." he trailed not even knowing how to express the pure joy he felt

"I know." Was all she needed to say. She placed her hand on his chest and snuggled in closer. Nothing but this mattered.

They eventually started their morning with a shower and then coffee. The house was quiet and free of distraction. They didn't talk much, but didn't have to. Just being near one another, without the threat of death, was enough. They laughed and loved each other. In a matter of hours they let their long tumultuous pasts slip away.

At last Emma's phone buzzed, bringing them both partially back to reality. Though they seemed to know neither would be quite the same after today. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what was different, but somehow, it was.

"So my parents want me to meet them at Granny's. Apparently they can't agree on something for Neal's room and need reinforcements." Emma began after breakfast.

"Aye, and what a terribly important decision I'm sure." Killian teased. "Quite alright love. I've a few preparations to make before Henry and I go sailing tomorrow. What's say we meet at Granny's for lunch?"

She smiled and kissed him. It was a home, it was a love so crazy perfect for what her heart needed.

"We could just meet back here and skip lunch…" In a moment he had her pinned to the fridge in a deep kiss. Her heart raced and he wordlessly begged for more than a kiss. She slipped away pecking him on the cheek, knowing exactly where that kiss would lead if she let it. She whispered, "I love you" in his ear then grabbed her coat and second cup of coffee and headed out the door.

Killian stood where she left him, head resting against the fridge.

"The death of me." He thought aloud.

Emma walked into Granny's and immediately heard her parents "arguing" about kitchen sinks. She sat down at the booth next to her dad, interrupting them.

"Hang on I thought you were just doing Neal's room? What's all this about a kitchen sink?" Snow loved how she could just integrate herself into their conversation without missing a single beat. She was her daughter after all.

"Your mother has decided to renovated the whole loft." He rubbed his face and then sipped his coffee.

Snow very quickly informed Emma why.

"Well we have a much larger family now David. It's not just the addition of baby Neal I'm thinking about. We have Emma, Henry and Regina and Killian. That's just our family, what about all our friends here. I want our home to welcome all of you." She looked at Emma smiling. "What if we want to have a family dinner? Or throw a birthday party." Emma couldn't help but let her heart be filled. It's not just her anymore. She has a family. Something about this morning with Killian had made her overly sentimental and in love with what she was saying. She felt tears brimming at the thought of her mother considering Killian part of her family. Their lives were so crazy and complicated, but they all had each other.

"So what sinks are you looking at?" She smiled at her mother, who also had tears in her eyes. Her dad really had no hope.

David sighed.

"Well might as well go with the big on." He said. Snow was right and he knew it.

...

Killian climbed the Jolly Roger, his head in a bit of a cloud. It was not in his wildest of dreams to be where he is now. A woman who shares his true love, people who cared about him. He now readied his ship to spend a day sailing with the boy that could someday be his son. How his life had changed. It had been a very long time since he felt any sense of family. While it was somewhat frightening, he welcomed the hope of belonging.

Just then he felt a vibration in his jacket. He pulled his phone from his pocket and saw his Emma was calling. He flipped it open.

"Aye, love. Everything alright?" he answered. It wasn't like her to call him unless it was urgent, or he was supposed to be somewhere.

"Hi. Yes. We're leaving Granny's…" She trailed off.

"Something wrong Swan?" he was trying not to show he was a bit worried.

"No. It's just…" she paused and took a breath

"I love you Killian. My mom, she was talking about family and kitchen sinks and dinner parties. I just realized I have a home and a family and you're a part of all that and…well…I love you." She spoke quickly. As if the words were falling out of her mouth without her knowing it. Trying to escape before she had time to stop them. Being vulnerable was not her string suit. With him though, everything was so very different.

Killian's heart fluttered on it's way down to his knees and back up to his chest. He knew the great many walls he'd battled against for Emma to find this kind of peace and love.

"Emma…I love you. You're my home, the reason I keep going." It was everything she needed to hear.

Suddenly at that moment she felt the ground fall beneath her feet. She grabbed the fence post in front of Granny's to brace herself.

"What the hell was that?!" She came back to reality in an instant. Then again, the ground shook hard. Killian spoke this time.

"Emma do not move! I'm on my way!" Another jolt dropped her to one knee. A moment later she felt a hand around her elbow pulling her up and into the street. It was her dad. He wrapped his arms around Snow and Emma pulling them was close as possible. Shielding them from whatever was happening.

Killian felt his ship shift beneath him, the water lessening the shockwaves. In three steps he was out of his cabin and on deck. That's when he saw it.

A large portal began to open above the center of town. It was far to close to Emma for his liking. If he had learned only one thing in his time with the Savior it was simple. She was either about to be pulled into that infernal thing or some evil was coming through to reign havoc. Again his boat rocked violently from under him. He found his sea legs quickly and made his way off the ship. Glancing up again to see the portal now fully open.

"Bloody hell."