Author's note: I'm so glad that so many are excited for the return of the Swan Jones trio. Not much to say about this one, I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Sorry, no.
Chapter 2
Liam set his jaw, preparing himself to exit the cab. Killian was still at work; no doubt being briefed on his duties by Captain Anderson. There was nothing else for Liam to do on his first day in Operations, so he'd jumped at the chance to go home. In truth, he was still reeling from the shock; everything he'd ever worked for just…gone. Flashbulbs began the moment the cab stopped, paps recognizing him through the window. Liam paid the cabbie then hurried out, slamming the door just a hair too hard. He cursed under his breath, marching through the small gaggle of photographers, studiously ignoring their shouted questions. The only person he wanted to talk to was his wife.
Thankfully, her car was parked out front.
"Emma? You home, love?"
"In the kitchen!"
Liam frowned, toeing out of his shoes and laying aside his hat. Why was she in the kitchen? Was she cooking? He thought back for a moment, wondering if he'd missed a shopping day. No, Killian had done the shopping over the weekend, as everyone would be too busy during the week. His stocking feet were silent as he made his way down the hall to where his wife was waiting. A polyglot of containers was open in the middle of the island, a glob of something that looked like dough lay on a wax sheet. Emma had an apron tied around her middle, a few smudges of flour on her face. A smile curved his lips, his mood improved simply by her presence. "Cooking, sweetheart?"
Emma looked up from the book she had propped open, smiling hopefully. "Trying anyway." As she took in his expression, her face fell. "What happened? What's wrong?"
Liam opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come. How could he put his disappointment into words? Especially without hurting her? Emma never wanted them to be posted at sea; he knew that. Worse, she would probably blame herself and he never wanted that. As the silence continued, Emma hurriedly cleaned her hands on a towel and stepped around the island to embrace him. Liam wrapped himself around her small frame, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. "Long day, love."
She hugged him tight, offering the comfort he needed. Whatever happened, he was upset and she hated seeing him that way. "Wanna talk about it? Where's Killian?"
Liam sighed. "Still at his new job, I expect."
Emma loosened her grip so she could look up at her husband. "New job? What do you mean? What happened?"
"It's a long story."
"I'm not going anywhere. Tell me, please?"
Liam couldn't resist the pleading look in her eyes, despite how much his pride still stung. "Couch, please?"
"Give me one second." Emma wrapped up her ball of dough and placed it in the fridge to chill. She didn't want it to rise while they were talking and she had a feeling this would be a long conversation. She slipped off her apron for good measure, their hug already left some flour on his uniform. When she was finished, she slipped her hand into his, leading them into the living room. She wasn't surprised when he pulled her into his lap; she sensed he needed their physical connection. She began to lightly rub the back of his neck, waiting patiently for him to speak. His eyes fell shut, a hum of satisfaction rumbling in his chest. One large hand curved around her hip, the other on her thigh fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
"Liam?"
"Sorry, it's just…hard, I suppose. I don't even know where to begin."
Her lips touched his cheek. "How about the beginning? Did you see Admiral Tyler?"
He nodded. "Aye, he wanted to give us our orders in person. He's a good man."
"Aside from that first meeting…I like him."
"He sends his best to you, love."
"That's nice of him."
"Aye, he's been good to us, which is probably why he wanted to give us the news in person."
"Your orders?" Emma waited, heart in her throat. Liam needed her support, her needs be damned.
"Killian's getting a promotion of sorts. Not in rank, but he's been transferred."
"Transferred? Where?"
Liam rubbed her back gently. "Not to worry, sweetheart. He'll still be here in London. Just in a different department. It's actually quite prestigious."
"What kind of job?" Emotions warred in her chest, relief and joy that Killian would be there with her, potential heartbreak for whatever had Liam so upset.
"Naval intelligence. They've got a new headquarters in the MI-5 building; that's where he is right now."
If Killian was there and Liam was home…well, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. She slipped her hand into his. "MI-5, like James Bond?"
That earned her a small smile. "Aye. Our Killian will be right in the thick of it. He'll be an asset there, I'm certain of it."
"You both are an asset, wherever you are."
Liam shrugged. "I used to believe that."
"Liam, what's going on? Are you…" She almost couldn't say it. "Leaving?"
The crack in her voice broke his heart. As much as being passed over hurt, there was one advantage to it. "No, my love. I've been reassigned to Operations. I'll be right here in London."
"What? But I thought…what about your ship?" Anger swelled in her chest, finally beginning to see why Liam was so depressed. "I thought you were getting a ship? I was ready for that!" Well, that might have been a tiny fib. She would never really be ready to be parted from her boys, but she was a Navy wife and she'd braced herself for the worst.
"Do you remember Gold? He was poised to retire; I was to get his billet. After the attack, he changed his mind. Operations is where they've decided to post me. It's…fitting, given my background."
"That's bullshit! You earned that command."
"I thought you'd be pleased."
Emma winced, hurt. "I never wanted to hold you back, Liam. Either of you. I love everything that you are, even if that thing takes you away from me for a little while. You've dreamed of being captain of your own ship. How can I be happy when your dream goes up in smoke? Do you really think I'm that selfish?"
Liam shook his head. "You are the least selfish person I know, sweet. You and Killian. But I know you never wanted us to go."
"I didn't but I knew what I was getting into when I married you. This was your dream; I know how much it hurts when your dream is shattered." Her childhood was little more than one shattered dream after another, as family after family passed her over for adoption. No parents came to take her away; she had no home. No, her dream came true well into adulthood, when her sailors gave her a home and a family.
"I'm sorry, love."
She gently kissed his lips. "It's okay. Just talk to me? Even if you think I won't be happy."
"You've already given up so much for us, darling."
"We're married, Liam. In this together, the three of us. I hate that you got passed over. I hate this look in your eyes."
The last thing he wanted was to upset her. "I'm just…disappointed. To work so hard and to get passed over…" He shrugged. "But I get to stay here. With my amazing family."
"You're…okay with that?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Please know that has nothing to do with you, Emma. Or Killian. I love you both so much. It was a dilemma I was not looking forward to navigating."
"Me neither," she admitted. "I want you both here."
"Now we will." He kissed the back on her hand. "I just need to grieve, love. Knowing you would be here when I came home…it's a comfort. I love you."
"I love you too." Her heart broke for him; it wasn't easy, losing something so precious as a dream. Liam didn't deserve this pain. "No matter what, you're my Captain."
"Hmm, I like the sound of that." The corner of his mouth quirked up, his blue gaze flickering between her eyes and lips. A shiver ran down her spine, her body suddenly very aware of his hands. Emma licked her lips, her own eyes settling on Liam's very kissable lips. She cupped his shaven jaw, eyes searching his. They both moved at the same time, lips coming together in a familiar dance. Liam moaned softly, his hand sliding up, tracing her curves. Emma moved, breaking the kiss long enough to straddle his thighs. If this was the kind of comfort Liam needed right now, she would readily give it.
Liam cupped the back of her head, fingers weaving into her golden tresses. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over hers, reveling in her softness, her soothing presence. At first, they were content to make out, her kisses a balm on his aching soul. "Emma…"
"Shh, it's okay." She smirked. "You know…I've got a bit of thing for this uniform."
"Do you now?"
"Yeah." She ran her fingers over his chest, caressing his ribbons. "Remember that night we met again?"
He smiled. "Aye, you were so feisty. And beautiful. I just happy to find you again."
"Yeah, well, imagine how it was for me, getting the full Royal Navy look. No wonder I succumbed to you so quickly."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Girls are suckers for uniforms, Captain. Wanna test it?"
"And how would you propose we do that?"
Emma guided his hand to her breasts, inhaling sharply as he palmed them. "Hmm, that's a good start."
"Minx." He gave her a firm pinch, lunging forward to kiss her. Her happy needy sound warmed his heart. She cupped his cheeks, her body humming as she opened for his kiss. She couldn't help him as much as she wanted with his work problem, but she could give him this. Remind him that he was needed and wanted, that he was her home and she was his.
"Liam?" Her core throbbed, his touch driving her crazy.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, god yes." The zipper to her dress was on the side; Emma unzipped it herself, shimmying out of the top. "I'm all yours."
It was selfish of him to seek solace in her body, but he didn't want to think right now. He wanted to feel, make love to his wife, revel in the one solid thing he possessed. As the world twisted around him, Emma was always there, his north star, his port in the storm. He ran wet kisses over her exposed collar, peeling down the straps of her bra. Emma tried to sink her fingers into his short hair, but her movement was restricted by the lowered straps. "Ugh."
"Frustrated, darling?"
"Too many clothes," she complained.
"I thought you liked the uniform?" Liam smirked, reaching up to unclasp her bra. Emma practically flung it away, finally getting her fingers into his soft hair. He'd cut it short again to go back to work, but there was just enough to hold on to.
"Oh god…I do," she breathed, back arching. "Feel between my legs."
Liam did as she asked, hands sliding up under her skirt. She'd taken to wearing them to her office, professional yet feminine; he had to admit he liked it. It was like she was unlocking a piece of herself she'd kept hidden away, just for them. His fingertips glided over her strong thighs; he could already feel the heat radiating from her core. He pressed a finger to her sodden panties, rubbing her through the cloth, relishing her soft moan of pleasure. "All this for me?"
Emma nodded, trying to grind her hips into his touch. "My sexy Captain."
Liam growled, dipping his head to capture one of her nipples between his lips. She jerked in his arms, fingers gripping his hair almost painfully. The way she moved was intoxicating, his half hard cock sprang to life, eager to be buried in her tight sheath. "That's it, darling, let me hear you."
Emma mewled, guiding his head to her other breast. He obliged her, suckling eagerly, probing fingers yanking aside her panties. She cursed, rough fingertips stroking her clit, more wetness building between her thighs. "Fuck."
"Soon, sweet." He kissed the beauty mark on her right breast, carefully pushing three fingers in her. "Such a greedy lass."
Hot and flushed, Emma let him go long enough to get the dress up and over her head. It fell to the floor in a heap; it would surely need to be ironed, but she hardly cared. It was difficult to care about anything aside from the delicious pressure that was building inside her. "Fuck, that's so good," she panted, glancing down. She was riveted by the sight of him finger fucking her, her juices glistening on his hand.
Liam placed his other hand on her ass to hold her steady. "Don't come," he warned, feeling her thighs begin to tremble. "Ride it out, nice and slow."
Emma nodded, eager to obey him. She braced her hands on his shoulders, rolling her hips with every downward thrust, her knees widening. It kept her right on the edge, her climax ebbing and flowing like a wave, never quite cresting. Her thighs burned with the effort, but she didn't stop, the torture too delicious. "Fuck, Liam. Fuck."
"Hmm, you're such a good girl, love." He kissed her sweetly, distracting her so he could remove his hand. Emma whined, already missing him. "Shh, I want you to sit on this couch and spread your legs. You can touch, but don't come. Can you do that for me?"
Reluctantly she nodded. She was so hungry for him, desperate to feel his throbbing erection inside her; she would do anything he asked. He kissed her one last time and patted her ass, indicating she should move. Emma flopped down on the couch, the cloth doing funny things to her overheated skin. She watched curiously as her lover stood, rubbing his crotch. The trousers were tented, stretched tight; heat pulsed in her core. "May I take these off?"
Liam nodded, pleased that she'd asked for permission. In a flash, the soaked panties were on the floor, Emma's hand between her legs. True to her word, she lightly stroked her sensitive swollen flesh, just enough to keep her aroused. He made her watch as he striped, slowly, peeling away the uniform she loved so much. Regardless of what was happening outside of their home, Emma still looked at him with love and desire. She had her bottom lip sucked between her teeth, one hand between her legs and the other on her breast, kneading it slowly. He could watch her pleasure herself for hours; she was stunning. For all that, he couldn't help the satisfaction he got when her gaze dropped to his crotch, eyeing him hungrily as his cock finally came free, bobbing on his stomach. He took himself in hand, drinking in her needy moan. "Hmm, you love cock, don't you, sweet?"
Emma nodded, unashamed. "May I?"
"May you what?"
"Suck it. I want to suck your cock, Captain."
He would never cease to be amazed by her wanton sexuality. Stepping between her splayed thighs, he beckoned her with a crook of his finger. Emma sat up hastily, opening to accept him. He pushed in slowly, her mouth hot and inviting. "Don't stop touching yourself, lass. Finger that tight cunt for me."
Emma moaned around him, sliding to the very edge of the couch and pressing a finger inside her. Too much and she would come, and he hadn't given her permission yet. But it was erotic, touching herself as she sucked greedily on his thick cock. Liam must have enjoyed it too, sometimes bucking against her face, one hand in her hair. His love was a wonder, taking him deeper with every bob, until he brushed the back of her throat. "Shit," he swore.
Emma released him, kissing his tip lovingly. "Please, Captain. Need you inside me. Please."
Liam let out a shuddering breath; he loved when she begged. "Fuck yes, love." Emma instantly began to slide back, excitement skittering across her skin. Liam had her so worked up, so close to the edge, she needed him badly.
It was at that precise moment her phone rang.
Emma knew it was hers, since it was the ring she reserved for Killian, a snippet of the Doctor Who theme. She whined with frustration, but he couldn't know Liam was about to fuck her brains out.
"Answer it, darling," Liam demanded softly. "Put him on speaker."
Fuck, it felt like her skin was going to melt off her bones. She fumbled for the phone, sitting on the end table where she left it. Swiping her thumb across the screen, she quickly tapped the speaker button before answering. "Hey, babe."
"Emma? Where are you?"
"Living room. Are you coming home?"
"Aye. Is Liam there?"
"Y-y-yeah," she breathed, watching as the elder Jones masterbated right in front of her eyes. "I'm, uh, looking right at him."
"Emma…are you okay?"
"Fine." She bit her lip, wishing she could clench her thighs to ease the ache inside her.
"You don't sound fine." Emma could practically hear his brow furrow in concern. "Bloody hell, he's fucking you, isn't he?"
Emma let out a strangled laugh. "Not quite?" Liam nodded, instructing her to continue. "But I'm naked, he's naked and his cock is right in front of me."
Killian swore violently. "Have you come yet?"
"No. Liam hasn't given me permission."
"Bloody hell." They heard a muffled scuffling sound, then Killian was back. "Bastard has some frustration to work out, don't you, brother?" When Liam didn't answer, Killian cursed again. "Well, don't let me stop you. But I want to listen."
"Are you on your way home?"
"Aye, quickly, I hope." He groaned. "Please?"
Emma nearly dropped the phone as Liam moved, grabbing her by the hips and picking her up. She clutched it tight, turned on as he manhandled her, lifting her until her back rested on the top of the couch. Strong hands curled around her hips and lower back, holding her securely, her legs resting on Liam's chest. Her surprised yell melted into a moan as her lover pushed into her, stretching her, filling her up. "Oh fuck, Liam, yes," she breathed. "Yes!"
Killian listened intently, his eyes closed in the back of the cab. This wasn't what he expected when he called home, but in a way, this was better. He was worried about Liam, had spent all day in his new office feeling guilty. Liam didn't deserve what was happening to him. Leave it to Emma to find a way to soothe his brother's pain. When the world spiraled out of control, Liam needed to feel in control, and Emma could give him that without surrendering her own strength. He kept the phone pressed tightly to his ear, thankful that the ambient traffic would keep his conversation (such as it was) private. He drank in Emma's breathy moans, Liam's low curses, their slapping skin. He didn't know precisely how they were fucking, but Emma certainly loved it. Killian breathed deeply, steadily, trying to keep his erection in check. He wanted to jerk off as they fucked but he didn't dare. Besides, he wanted to fuck Emma himself the moment he got in the door.
Liam watched as his cock disappeared inside her body, at how easily she accepted his girth. She was dripping, so wet and slick, clearly turned on by them fucking while his brother listened. As the man frequently on the other side of that equation, Liam knew how hot that was; he counted himself lucky every time he got to indulge. His wife was an exhibitionist, a voyeur, a goddess all rolled into one and he loved her for it. She brought out needs and desires that he hadn't realized he possessed; he knew he could only open himself up in the safety of their trio. "Come for me, sweet. Let Killian hear you."
Emma cried out, Liam lifting her hips to the perfect angle, the muscles in his arms bulging with the effort. She quickly reached down to rub her clit, screaming as the wave finally crested, the world shattering behind her eyes. Liam cursed, her walls rippling along his shaft as he rode her through it.
Killian bit down hard on his lip, right hand balled into a fist. He squirmed in the seat, cock rubbing against his zipper, teasing him. Emma climaxing was a thing of beauty; he never took it for granted, the honor of giving her pleasure. Listening to it was almost as good, especially the whiny moans as aftershocks shook her.
"Liam, oh god," Emma panted, quivering on the edge of the couch. "I think…fuck, I'm gonna come again! Fuck!"
Liam roared, the second climax coaxing forth his own. He pulled her close, so she was perched on his thighs, rutting into her until he was spent. "I love you," he breathed into her neck. "Fuck, I love you."
Emma couldn't speak, sucking down much needed air. The phone slipped from her sweaty hand, the line still open. She was too blissed out to notice.
Killian heard the thunk but ignored it, ending the call. Blessedly, he was nearly home, the cab turning onto their street. He, too, had to face the paps, but it was surprisingly easy when he knew what was waiting for him inside. He practically slammed the door in their face and tossed his hat aside before making his way to the living room. "Emma? Liam?"
"Here, brother."
Killian found them on the couch, stark naked, Emma curled up in Liam's lap. She was beautiful, skin still faintly flushed, eyes glassy from her high. "Hey you."
He smiled. "Hey beautiful."
"Sorry, I dropped the phone."
He chuckled. "Don't apologize for something so silly." He bent down to brush her lips. "It was worth it."
"Yeah?"
Killian nodded. "Aye, the sounds you make, love…delicious."
"Enjoyed the show then?"
"Very much." He captured her lips in a searing kiss. "Can't you tell?"
"Hmm, perhaps you should show me."
"Why don't you get comfortable then?" He watched in satisfaction as Liam helped Emma maneuver in his lap, her thighs resting on his, spreading her wide open. Her sex was swollen and abused, a bit of his brother's seed leaking out. Killian's erection roared back to life and quickly stripped off his jacket and tie. He knelt in the open space on the floor, rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Emma wet her lips, turned on by the way his pupils dilated, the hunger for her shining through. Killian was almost reverent as he bent to kiss her belly, her hips, her inner thighs. "Relax, love. We've got you."
Emma nodded, Liam's hand in her right, Killian reaching up to take her left. She felt utterly safe and worshiped as they held her, Liam warm and solid against her back, Killian blowing cool air on her sensitive flesh. He teased her mercilessly, scruff burning on her delicate skin, tongue darting out to lick her dripping hole. She felt Liam inhale as Killian lapped at her, tasting their mixed essences. He had no qualms about sharing her, indeed he was turned on by her eagerness to be shared. The taste of them was heady on his tongue as he plunged it in and out of her, feeling her getting wetter by the moment.
Emma squirmed a bit in their hold, hips grinding against Killian's face. She was so sensitive still, it didn't take much to get her going once more. "Fuck, Killian. Don't stop."
"So gorgeous, darling. Naked and spread. Love the way you taste."
"Shit," she swore, a fresh wave of lust seizing her. Knowing he still wanted her after listening to her fuck his brother was intoxicating. God, she loved the way they were together. "Hurry, need to come!"
"Like this?" Killian licked her from back to front, lips latching onto her clit and sucking hard. Emma exploded, shaking from head to toe as she screamed. Killian lashed her swollen nub with his tongue, not giving her any quarter. She bucked and jerked, the pleasure seeming to never end.
"Oh fuck, fuck," she panted, chest heaving. "So good."
"Get her on her knees, brother," Killian instructed. "Hold on to her."
Liam nodded, gently, coaxing Emma around. "Can you take more?" he asked, caressing her cheek as she panted. She was on her knees, straddling his, her eyes heavy lidded. "Killian needs you, love."
Weakly, she nodded. "Yes."
"Sure?"
Killian's hands slid over her ass, the tip of his cock hovering at her entrance. "Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He paused only long enough to gather some of her arousal on his fingers, then shoved his hips forward, sinking inside her completely. Emma cried out, happy to be full once more. She got her second (or was it third?) wind, bracing her hands on Liam's shoulders and rocking back eagerly.
"So needy, Emma," Killian murmured, left hand tightening on her hip. He thrust hard and deep; she was slick and tight, already quivering around him.
"Yes! Yes!" She shuddered with every thrust, another climax curling her in belly. She felt Liam's lips on her neck, toying with her racing pulse. She whimpered, reaching blindly for him. Their mouths clashed in a desperate kiss, Emma's whole body tingling. She loved being at the center of their attention, indulging in this passion that was never quite sated. A finger circled her puckered hole and she broke the kiss, back arching. "Oh god!"
Killian pressed harder, his index finger slipping inside. He made sure they were good and slippery, drenched in Emma's own arousal. Adding a second finger, his own hips jerked, his orgasm tingling at the base of his spine. "Touch her, brother," he pleaded. "Need to feel her come."
Emma clung to Liam for dear life, arms around his neck as he reached between her legs. She was so full, so desperate to climax, it only took on a couple of deft strokes to send her flying. Killian let go, pulsing inside her, filling her with his seed. It was one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had, hips pumping madly as stars popped behind his eyes. He sagged against his wife almost immediately, lips brushing her sweaty back.
Emma was lost in a haze, pleasure still flowing through her veins. She remained only semi-conscious as they laid her out on the couch, Liam covering her with a soft throw.
"She was cooking when I came home," he informed his brother. It was pointless to dress, aside from his boxers and undershirt; his uniform would need to be pressed.
"Really?"
"Aye. Not sure what though. She sensed my mood almost immediately."
Killian pulled the white undershirt over his head. "Liam…"
"Not sure I want to talk about it, brother."
Killian touched his brother's arm. "I'm not saying you do, not right now. Just know that I think you got a bloody raw deal and I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Killian. You didn't do anything wrong. It's about time someone noticed how amazing you are. Anderson's lucky to have you on his staff."
"I've got my own team," Killian admitted softly. "Running intel for the Med and Arabian Sea."
Liam blinked. "Wow. You earned this, Killian. You're a damn fine officer."
"Only because I learned from the best."
Liam glanced away, blushing. "How about we find out what our lovely wife was attempting to make?"
The kitchen was still a mess, but they eventually figured what she'd been planning. It was endearing actually. A recipe for a homemade pizza was marked in the cookbook, smudged with flour and something flakey. They worked together to clean up, Killian calling to place an order for Chinese. Emma was no in condition to be cooking.
"What's going on?"
Emma stood in the doorway to the kitchen, dressed in a wrinkled button down shirt that was far too big for her. She was beautiful. Killian slipped an arm around her waist. "We're preparing for dinner, love. Feeling better?"
She frowned. "I was gonna cook."
"I can see that. Very sweet of you. Sorry we exhausted you."
"It's okay. Are we not having pizza?"
"We opted for Chinese, is that okay? We can enjoy your culinary efforts tomorrow, perhaps even help."
"Sure. I'm actually really hungry."
Liam came over and kissed her brow. "Dinner should be here soon, lass."
Emma slipped her arms around his waist. "You okay?"
He hugged her back, touched by her concern. "I will be. This helps."
"Daily dose of hugs, check."
He laughed, as always she made everything better. "I can't think of a better treatment, love."
"Really?" She smirked and he rolled his eyes.
"That was selfish of me."
"Hey, I'm not complaining. At all," she promised. "And when you want to talk, I'll be here." She glanced at Killian, reaching for his hand. "We both will."
Killian nodded beside her. Liam was overwhelmed by the love and support; his career might have taken an unpredictable turn, but he had his family. "I love you both. So much. Thank you."
"That's what family is for, brother." Killian let go of Emma's hand, stepping up to hug Liam. "We stick together, yeah?"
"Aye."
Their dinner arrived not long after; no one wanted to talk about the elephant in the room, even though Emma was very curious about Killian's new job. Out of respect for Liam's turmoil, she opted to wait until they got a moment alone. It came later the night as they were getting ready for bed. Emma was going through her nightly routine, when Killian appeared behind her. "Hey."
"Hey. Would you like some help, love?"
She smiled gently into the mirror, handing him her brush. "Thanks."
He rested his hands on her shoulders, encouraging her to sit. "How was your day, Mrs. Jones?"
"Good. I got a new client."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Guy a few years younger than me. Looking for his birth parents."
Killian stilled his hands. "Are you okay?"
She nodded. "Surprisingly, yeah. I mean, I'm always going to wonder. I've tried looking, but it's difficult when there's nothing to go on." She covered his hand with hers. "If I can help someone else not wonder, then I want to."
"That's very noble of you, Emma."
"Even if I never find my parents, I have a family. Our family. That's really all I need."
Killian cupped her chin and turned her head, bending to press his lips to hers. "I love you, Emma."
"Love you too." She tilted her head playfully. "Wanna tell me about this new job?"
He grinned. "As much as I can. I assume Liam told you what happened with the Admiral?" She nodded. "Aye, well, after that I was escorted to the Navy's suite of offices in the MI-5 building, which is just as intimidating as you can imagine." He chuckled. "I half expected James bloody Bond to turn the corner."
"He's got nothing on you, babe. Trust me."
He cocked his brow quizzically. "Yeah?"
"Absolutely. Would I lie?"
He barked a laugh, resuming his slow brushing of her long hair. She sighed, it was so relaxing. "I feel guilty," Killian confessed softly. "About Liam."
Emma found his free hand and squeezed. "I do too."
"You do?"
"Yeah. I was trying to be strong and be okay with you guys getting deployed, but I wasn't. Not really. I hate what he's going through, but I am so relieved that you're staying. I wasn't ready for you to not be here."
Killian laid the brush aside and hugged her from behind. "I'm so sorry, my love."
"It's not your fault. I've been alone for so long, now that I have people who actually care about me…I almost lost you guys once. I'm a little terrified it could happen again." It was the first time she admitted that out loud; she hadn't wanted to burden them with her problems.
Killian wished he would have known, not that he could have eased her fears. But now, he could. "This will be an adjustment. For all of us, but at least we'll be together. Truthfully, I'm a bit relieved. Serving at sea long since ceased to be an ambition of mine. I can serve more effectively in this capacity, at least I hope so."
"Hey, you'll be great. You're really smart, Killian. I believe in you."
"Thank you, Emma." He resumed brushing her hair. "I want to be there for Liam. As much as we can."
"As much as he will let us," Emma replied. "We can't force him."
"I know."
"We'll think of something. Let's just remind that we love him, okay?"
"Aye, we can do that for him."
When he finished, Emma grabbed his hand. "I'm really proud of you, Killian. Liam's right, you deserve this chance."
Killian flushed, not expecting her praise. "I tried to turn it down," he admitted. "Liam wouldn't hear of it."
"Why?"
"We've always served together. Rather self-indulgent of us, really, but we had accommodating CO's. Ever since I graduated, Liam's been there, looking after me. And while I'll admit it's not always been smooth sailing…we're a good team. It just feels…wrong for him to not be there."
Emma stood, hugging him close. "Not all change is bad," she reminded him. "Look at me. I took a huge risk, coming to a new country, shacking up with two guys I hardly knew." Killian grinned, brows waggling suggestively. "Like you said, it's not always been an easy transition, but it's the best choice I ever made. I've got family, friends, a great job. None of which I would have if I hadn't gotten on that plane." Killian's fingertips glided over her cheekbone, love shining in his eyes. "It'll take some adjusting. For all of us. But we'll find our own brand of normal. You will both be amazing at your jobs and you'll come home to me."
Slowly, Killian nodded. "What would we do without you, my love?"
"Things might have been easier for you, if we never met. Career wise, I mean."
"Rubbish. None of this is your fault, Emma. Don't think that for a second."
She wasn't sure she believed that, but she didn't want to argue. Not now. "Come on, I don't know about you, but I'm sleepy."
Liam was already in bed when they left the bathroom. He was reading, back propped up against the pillow, blanket tucked around his hips. Emma climbed in first, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Anything interesting?"
"Not in the slightest." He snapped the book closed, even his usual fare couldn't distract him from the turmoil of his mind. No matter which way he looked at it, this hurt. If there truly were five stages of grief, then he was firmly locked in anger. He was angry, and he didn't like it. Still, he knew he couldn't take his anger out on his family. "Tired, sweetheart?"
Emma studied his face for a long beat, then nodded. "Yeah." She tilted her head. "But…maybe you could read? It's been a while since we read aloud."
"Anything for you, dearest wife."
She smiled happily, leaning in to kiss his lips. "Hmm, love you."
She fell asleep to the sound of his soothing voice, snuggled between them, warm and safe. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she was certain they could face them together.
When Emma talked about finding their new normal, she had to admit this wasn't what she had in mind. For much of that first week, both brothers arrived home late—in Killian's case very late—forcing Emma to eat alone. Her plans to cook seemed to be shelved indefinitely; she did finally make her homemade pizza but she was the only one who got to enjoy it. Liam promised that their workload would ease up once they got settled, but Emma wasn't so sure.
They made plans to go out Saturday night, but right when it was time to get ready, Killian was zonked out on the couch, while the elder Jones had fallen asleep in their bed. She didn't have the heart to wake them. It was only about six and she was starving.
Not wanting to eat alone again, she fished out her phone. "Emma?"
"Hey Mary Margaret."
"What's up? Something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to check in. You wouldn't happen to have plans, would you?"
"Not that I know of." Emma heard a muffled call for David. "Actually, I was kinda hoping we could have a girls' night?"
Her friend was back immediately. "Let me call Ruby. Our usual place?"
"That sounds perfect." She hung up, then felt guilty. The one night they were all home and she was running out to spend time with her friends. They need rest, she scolded herself. They could always try again tomorrow. Or just curl up together on the couch and watch TV. She just wanted to spend time with them. But she needed to talk about this, outside of her boys. They were her best friends, knew her better than anyone, but Mary Margaret and Ruby could give her some perspective.
Mind made up, she scribbled a note for them, in case they woke before she got home. She also left a glass of water by each of their bedsides, with a little smiley face on the napkin. "Sleep well," she whispered to Killian. Her lips lightly touched his brow. "I'll be home soon."
"Emma?"
"Shhh, go back to sleep."
Weakly, he caught her hand. "'M sorry, love. Terrible company."
"It's okay. I'm gonna go have a drink with Mary Margaret and Ruby, okay? You guys should sleep."
He nodded tiredly. "We'll make it up to you, lass. Promise."
"I know you will. Love you." She smoothed her fingers over his soft hair until he was asleep once more. As quietly as she could, she crept away, only slipping on her boots at the front door. November in London was cold; she bundled up warmly in a black flannel lined coat and red scarf. Keys and wallet slipped into the deep pockets; she tugged on her gloves, her last protection against the chill. There was no protection from the paps, however, who had taken note of the new comings and goings of the trio.
"Where you off to, lass?" one of them asked as she exited the house. Emma ignored him and hurried down the steps to her car.
"Trouble in paradise?" another asked, shoving his flash in her face. Again, she ignored it, walking steadily toward her car.
"Those boys having a go at each other?"
That got Emma to snap her head up. She glared daggers at the offender, opened her mouth, then promptly closed it. They'd vowed to ignore any unsavory insinuations, especially any that implied marital strife. Annoyed, she yanked open the door and climbed in, hurriedly starting the cold car. It took several uncomfortable minutes for it to warm up enough to make driving practical; she threw it into gear with a satisfying rev of the engine and pulled out into traffic, scattering her admirers.
She flipped through the channels on the satellite radio, trying to find something to calm her. Those men (and a couple of women) were vultures; the longer this went on, she began to share Liam's frustration. Part of her wished she could rewind the clock, not go on the damned television, but what choice did she have? The authorities had been determined to bar her from her boys and that was unacceptable. She would just have to suck it up and deal with the consequences.
On Saturday nights, the ladies' usual restaurant had valet service; Emma gladly handed the bored looking young man her keys. She hadn't thought to call ahead for a reservation, so while she waited for a table and her friends, she slid onto a barstool, ordering a rum and coke.
"This seat taken?"
Emma forced herself not to roll her eyes. "Sorry, buddy. You'd just be wasting your time." She turned, holding up her left hand. "Married."
Her would be seat stealer smirked. "Do I know you, love?"
"I can safely say we've never met. And only my husbands call me love."
The man—medium height, stubbled, brown eyes, definitely thought himself more handsome than he really was—narrowed his eyes, studying her. "I do know you! You're that woman! The American on the telly!"
Emma laughed dryly. "You guys do get Grey's Anatomy here," she pointed out. "There are a lot of Americans on TV."
"No, the one with those Royal Navy blokes. Kevin? Larry? I can't remember. Although to be honest, I was more interested in you, love." He laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'd really like to buy you a drink."
"And I think you should get you hand off me before I break every one of your fingers. Slowly."
The bartender wandered down toward her end of the bar, towel in hand, looking nonchalant to the untrained eye. Emma, however, knew the signs. She continued to glare at her admirer until he removed his hand, grumbling under his breath. She was sure it was nothing she wanted to hear, so she ignored it.
"Alright, miss?"
Emma nodded, raising her glass to the bartender. "I had it under control, but thanks."
"Anytime. I'd throw pigs like that out bodily, but my boss tends to frown on that sort of thing."
"Get many of those around here?"
"Not too many. But I like to keep an eye out. Waiting for someone?"
"Yeah, my girlfriends should be here any minute. I'm just waiting for a table."
The man slid a fresh rum and coke in front of her. "Let me go see what I can do about that."
"You don't have to…"
He pulled up his sleeve, revealing an anchor and chain tattoo. "HMS Nelson, '01-'09. My wife would have my head if I didn't look out for a fellow Navy wife."
"You know who I am."
He shrugged. "Not my business. Let me get you that table."
Before Emma could thank him, he stepped away from the bar. She watched out of the corner eye as he spoke to someone, who nodded in her direction. As if by magic, a table for three appeared in a far corner. The waiter waved her over and Emma picked up her drink to head in the direction. "You should be comfortable back here. I'll send your friends as soon as they arrive."
"Thanks…"
"John, miss. You me know if you need anything."
Emma nodded and took a seat, her back to the wall. She didn't want to be surprised again. It had been a while since she needed to handle an unwanted advance; hell, she barely even looked at other men since she met the Jones boys. They simply held no interest for her. Why would they when she had two very attractive and very loving men at home?
"Emma!" Mary Margaret crossed the restaurant much faster than anyone her size should. But then again, the woman was an elite athlete. In less than a year, she would compete in the Olympics if everything went to plan.
"Hey Mary Margaret," Emma replied, standing up to hug her shorter friend. "Thanks for meeting me."
Mary Margaret gave her a look, then moved to sit on Emma's left. "Is everything okay? You sounded upset on the phone."
Emma shrugged. "Not upset exactly. Just…I don't know, it's been a long week."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Let's get some food, then I'll spill my guts." She waved at her new friend John, who promptly arrived to take Mary Margaret's drink order and put in some appetizers for them. As they were choosing, Ruby finally arrived.
"Sorry! I had a hell of a time getting here, traffic's awful." Ruby was her usual whirlwind, chic but gorgeous, long brown hair falling down in waves. She was practically glowing and Emma wondered if she'd been the same after she got engaged.
"Sorry about the short notice," Emma apologized, pushing the far chair out with her boot. "I didn't want to eat alone."
"Emma, we've been dying to get you out ever since you got back!" Ruby said happily, then the full extent of Emma's words registered. "Wait a minute, where are those ruggedly handsome husbands of yours?"
"Sleeping," Emma replied honestly. "They're exhausted."
"Is it their new jobs?" Mary Margaret asked gently.
She nodded. "Yeah. This whole thing…I know it's only been a week, but it's been a rough week. I've only seen them right before bed time. Then they're up early the next day."
"That won't last," Ruby said confidently. "When Victor started at the hospital, he worked all sorts of crazy hours. Men have this weird thing about going the extra mile to impress the bosses. Especially Navy men. It'll get better."
"That's what Liam said."
"It's more than that though, isn't it?"
Of course, Mary Margaret would want to chip away at the heart of the matter. If Emma didn't trust these two women implicitly, she would have made some sarcastic quip and tried to change the subject. But she asked them here so she could talk, something the old Emma would never have done. "Honestly, I'm not sure how to feel. I was trying to prepare myself for them getting deployed. And part of me is thrilled they got postings here, but I feel guilty too. Liam wanted that command so badly and now he's…lost? I hate seeing him like that."
"What exactly happened? We only got the abridged version."
Their appetizers arrived, and the conversation paused so they could order entrees. Emma loved this place, although they usually came for lunch. After John left, Emma told them the story again, this time with more detail. She couldn't shake the heartbroken look in Liam's eyes when he came home; it was like someone died. But being her stubborn Liam, he tried to hide it, throwing himself into his new job. She was certain he would be amazing at it, even if it wasn't what he really wanted.
"Poor Liam," Mary Margaret sympathized. "I can't imagine what he's going through."
"I can," Emma said quietly. "My whole childhood was one destroyed dream after another."
"That Gold guy sounds fishy to me," Ruby said. "Pun definitely intended."
"Yeah, as much as I hate to admit it, I've been wondering if something else isn't going on," Emma confided. "I've always worried about something like this happening."
"How?"
"You've only seen a fraction of what they've given up to be in this relationship. Before we went public, it wasn't that big a deal. As long as we were discreet, I don't think anybody cared." Or they did and just hadn't found an excuse to come after them. "But ever since the attack…we're baggage. Baggage I'm fairly certain the Navy doesn't want hanging around its neck."
Mary Margaret looked outraged. "That's ridiculous!"
"Is it? Liam was on track for a command of his own; it's all he's wanted since I met him. He played by the rules. The only thing he did wrong was fall in love with me."
"Emma," Mary Margaret said sternly, "loving you is not wrong and I am sure they would tell you so themselves."
"I'm not saying it is. All I'm saying is that not everyone is as…accepting as you guys are. I mean, right before you got here I had some creep talking down to me."
"What?"
Emma waved her hand. "It's fine. I can handle a few jerks. I don't care about them. I care about Liam and Killian. Liam's hurting, Killian feels guilty. We want to make things better for Liam, but we don't know how."
Ruby looked thoughtful. "Perhaps Liam just needs a new dream."
"Huh?"
"A new dream." Ruby took a sip from her drink. "When I was still working at Granny's I felt trapped, like I would never get out of there. No matter how often I dreamed of running away, I never did. I just kept my art to myself, afraid to really go for it, you know?" She smiled. "You guys got me to see that I was dreaming too small, that I should take a chance and really pursue my passion."
"But Liam's passion was to command his own ship."
"Is it? I can think of something else he's pretty passionate about."
Emma rolled her eyes. "I am not a career."
"No, but you and Killian are his whole world. Anyone who sees you three together can see that. Sure, this hurts, but I guarantee he'll find something else, something better."
"He's so dedicated to the Navy," Emma said sadly. "He's old fashioned that way, which I actually kinda love about him."
"He's gonna be that dad, you watch."
Emma's eyes widened a little; she hadn't yet confided their decision to have a family. "What kind of dad?"
"The one who goes to all the soccer games. Makes them eat their vegetables, that sort of thing."
Mary Margaret giggled. "Reminds me of my dad. He was always at my events, even if he had to take off."
"Mary Margaret, your dad owns the company," Emma deadpanned.
"Yeah, but it was nice, having him there."
"I think they're both going to be pretty involved dads," Emma said lightly. "You know, when the time comes."
"Emma Swan-Jones, is there something you need to tell us?" Ruby demanded.
"No! I mean, not yet." She smiled shyly. "But we did decide that we do want a family. Kids. At least a kid."
"Emma, that's wonderful news!"
Emma blushed. "I'm not pregnant yet. We haven't even started trying yet. We were going to wait until after they returned from deployment, but that's not happening now. With all this, I don't think this is the right time."
"Perhaps not, but Emma, this is huge!" Mary Margaret squealed. "Oh, you're going to be such a good mom."
"We'll see. It still terrifies me."
"Hey, if Victor can finally get things together and propose, anything is possible," Ruby joked.
Emma laughed. "I still can't believe he asked you on the damn roof."
"He was working a double shift," Ruby reminisced. "I think he meant to have something more romantic, but one of the other doctors came down with flu. Victor got roped into the extra shift. Initially, I was so upset! We had plans, plans he was being very coy about. I drove down there to give him a piece of my mind and he brought be up to the roof. It actually wound up being very romantic."
"That's a gorgeous ring."
"He had it made for me. Turns out he'd been planning to ask for quite a while, he was just afraid I'd say no."
"I'm glad he finally did."
"Me too. We're really happy."
"That's great, Ruby."
"But that just feeds into what I'm saying!" Ruby looked very excited all of a sudden. "Look at all these changes. You got married, we're about to be." She grinned at Mary Margaret. "We're all going to Rio! You guys just bought your house and want to plan a family. Yeah, losing a dream job sucks, but you three would have been separated for months. Just remind Liam of all the amazing things he has to look forward to and he'll come around."
"I don't think it's that simple."
"Men are never simple, Emma. And it won't be overnight. But if you could cross an ocean, start your own business and married those two, he can handle a new job."
"I think what Ruby is trying to say, is to just be there for him. He loves you, Emma. You and Killian are the most important things in his life. Jobs can be changed, true love can't."
"I hope so. I think the separation is going to be the worst part. They're used to serving side by side."
"No offense, Emma, but I think this will be good for them," Ruby said seriously. "You guys spend a lot of time together, but having your own thing is important too."
"We like spending time together," Emma replied, a bit defensive.
"I know and that's amazing. But would you want them to come on an investigation with you?"
Emma ignored the question, pretending to be fascinated by her meal. "Okay, maybe you're right," she said at last. "Killian has felt a bit…overshadowed, in the past. He never says anything."
"Because he loves both of you to a fault. A little selfishness never killed anyone."
Emma suppressed a smile; selfish Killian would be fun for reasons she'd never confide in her friends, accepting as they were. Going to a sex shop together was one thing; divulging graphic details of her sex life was something else entirely. He had a birthday coming up after the holidays, perhaps she could do something special for him.
"I turned planning of the wedding over a planner." Both Emma and Ruby laughed at the change in topic. "David was right, our apartment was becoming unlivable." Mary Margaret laughed. "I did manage to hang on to one thing though."
"What's that?"
"Bridesmaids' dresses. I promised you wouldn't have to wear anything atrocious and I meant it. So are we still on for dress shopping?"
Emma nodded. "Just let me know when and where."
Ruby nodded in agreement. "So give us all the juicy details about France!" she cried. "We've heard precious little about your trip!"
Emma shrugged. "It was a honeymoon. We did…stuff."
"You mean you had a lot of hot sex!"
"Shhh!" Emma glanced around but everyone seemed absorbed in their meals. "Jesus, Ruby!"
"What? You did, didn't you?"
She flushed red. "Well, yeah, but I don't feel the need to advertise it."
Ruby beamed. "I knew it."
Emma sighed. "It was also really romantic. Two weeks outside Rouen, two weeks in Paris." Telling the story reminded her of how happy the trio had been in France, their dream trip. Could they find that peace again? That happiness? Was this just a small detour? A sign of something worse? Why couldn't they get a break?
It was a bit cathartic, confiding in her girlfriends. She adored her boys, but sometimes a person needed an outside perspective. Talking helped clarify her own thoughts and feelings on this new obstacle and frankly, made her more determined to conquer it. The trio had come too far to let something like this divide them. She and Killian could be there for Liam while he worked this out, she was certain of it.
Before the friends parted they made plans to meet again, this time for dress shopping. Emma thought it prudent to postpone her proposed game night until things were more settled. Once they had a routine, something like that would be easier to plan.
If someone had told Emma a year and a half ago that she would be planning to play hostess for a party in a home of her own, she would have questioned that person's sanity. It wasn't a record by any stretch—she'd been in Tallahassee for two years before moving on—but since then, this was the longest she'd been anywhere. Now she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
The gaggle of paps had shrunk by the time she arrived home; only three were waiting as she exited the car. Perhaps they were just as tired as she was; no one yelled at her as she climbed the steps. She entered the house quietly, just in case the boys were still sleeping. She heard some faints sounds coming from the living room; someone was awake. It took her a minute to hang up her coat and toe off her boots, then she followed the sounds.
"Hey, I'm home."
Killian was on the couch, sitting up this time. "Hello, love. Enjoy your evening?"
He sounded strange and her brow creased in confusion. "Fine. You okay?"
He patted the cushion beside him and she moved to sit, instantly wrapped up in his arms. "Mmm, this is better."
"Sorry. I was a little stir crazy."
"I would never begrudge you time with your friends, Emma. I guess I was more exhausted than I thought."
"It's okay. We can spend all day tomorrow together."
"Hmm, I'd like that."
"You guys eat?"
"Aye, we scrounged something up. Bit like old times, really."
"Old times?"
"Before you moved in, love. Confirmed bachelors, we were."
She laughed. "I wouldn't say that. You weren't monks."
"True, but we were certainly not about to settle down with anyone either. You changed everything, in more ways than you know."
She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Where's Liam?"
"In the den, reading that bloody manual. I think he's trying to absorb it by osmosis."
"You know he never does anything halfway."
"Aye, but that doesn't mean he should work himself to death. I'm worried about him."
"Me too," Emma confided. She swallowed. "I miss you guys."
Killian hugged her tightly, lips touching her hairline. "I am so sorry, lass. It's just taking some time to get settled in. Once I whip my team into shape, I'll be home more, I promise you."
"Killian, your job's important! All those secrets and stuff."
"You're important too, love. I see no reason I can't be good at my job and spend time with my wife. All that's needed is to work out the kinks."
Emma smiled to herself. "Just make sure those kinks are the innocuous kind."
His belly laugh vibrated against her. "You have my word, Mrs. Jones."
She lifted her head to peck his lips. "Come on, let's go get Liam away from that book." They held hands as they strolled to the den; Liam sat at the desk, hunched over a thick book. He was scribbling something in it, brow creased in concentration. "Liam?"
He looked up, his eyes tired. Emma just wanted to hug him; he was pouring so much of himself in this new job, despite the pain it caused him. "Hi, Emma, Killian."
"Want to watch a movie with us?"
"I lost a whole afternoon," he replied, glancing down at the book. "I really should read this."
"Liam, it's Saturday night. Please?"
Liam pushed back from the desk, his back hitting the hard edge of the chair. He hadn't meant to fall asleep earlier; he thought the faster he absorbed all the new procedures and protocols, the more effective a leader he could be. Also, he was studious by nature. The pain of losing his dream lessened every day; he took solace from doing his duty. He swore an oath to serve wherever the Navy thought best, and so he would obey.
Emma let go of Killian and stepped up behind the elder Jones, resting her hands lightly on his shoulders. His eyes fell closed as he inhaled her unique sunflower scent. He groaned as she began to knead his shoulders, her lips touching his scruffy jaw. "You really want to read a book instead of cuddling on the couch with your wife?"
He sighed. "No fair, sweetheart."
"Hmm, so tense. Don't you think so, Killian?"
"Come on, brother. The bloody manual's not going anywhere."
"The words are beginning to bleed together."
"All the more reason to take a break. A long one," Emma replied, thumbs pressing hard at the base of his neck. "I'd like my boys all to myself for at least one day."
Liam winced; he hadn't meant to be a neglectful spouse. "Apologies, love."
"Hey, I appreciate that you want to go the extra mile and all that. But…perhaps we should make a new pact?"
"What sort of pact?"
"When we're all together…work stays at work? We're not going to have as much time together as we have recently and I want the time we do have to count."
Liam sighed, but he knew Emma had a point. He missed her, missed ribbing Killian and just enjoying quiet time with his family. "Killian?"
He nodded. "I agree with Emma." He couldn't bring his work home as it was; he had access to classified material. After a week on the job, he realized that the tasks he'd performed for Admiral Tyler barely scratched the surface of what the Navy had going on around the globe. It was exciting and a little intimidating, but he loved a challenge. More than anything, he loved coming home to his wife at the end of day and forgetting how awful the world could be.
"I do too." Liam caught Emma's hand and kissed the back of it. "In the spirit of relaxing, might we cuddle in our bed? The couch is a bit narrow."
Emma laughed. "Sure, we can watch something on my laptop."
"We could just get a telly for the bedroom," Killian pointed out.
"No!" Emma and Liam said together. Everyone laughed. "We'd never see the rest of the house," Emma joked.
Killian chuckled. "True. Very well. I've got plenty of other ideas for our room."
"I'll bet you do. But tomorrow, okay?"
"As you wish."
Emma followed her boys upstairs, each going through their nightly routine. She knew once they got into bed, they wouldn't be leaving it. They watched Netflix until Emma fell asleep, head on Liam's shoulder. He and Killian tucked her in, each silently resolving to do better for the woman they both loved.
