AN: Hey! I can't respond to guest reviews, but I appreciate them!

Thanks to whichever one of you caught my discrepancy in why Emma came back. I changed where I wanted the plot to go, and I must have forgotten to edit the document on this website. I fixed it now, but I kind of went in both directions, as you'll find out here.

Henry kissed Lilly's head. "Go back to the table. I'll be there in a minute, Lilly." He told her, setting her down so she could go back to where Killian was sitting.

Emma was speechless. "She… She knows who I am? Why would she know me?" She stared at Henry. "I should go; Killian is going to be so mad at me. He didn't want me to see her yet." She pulled her beanie on and went out the door quickly before anyone could stop her.

She walked around Storybrooke, not really paying attention to where her feet led her, until she ended up at the docks. Of course she would be drawn here. The sea seemed to calm her, or maybe it was thoughts of her pirate. All of the happy times they had here as a family.

Emma sat on a bench, their bench, and just watched the water. She did not notice anyone sitting down next to her until they began to speak. "Emma…" She looked away from the water to find her dad sitting next to her.

"Dad…" She whispered as she leaned into his arms. Her parents did not know the full story of why she left, Emma wanted Killian to know first. They seemed to accept that she would tell them when she was ready, and for that she was grateful.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart? Did he not believe you? You did tell him right?" He rubbed her arm and kissed the top of her head.

"He's having trouble believing it, but he said he knew I was telling the truth. You know, open book and all that… But I didn't make it out of there before Henry and my daughter showed up…" She said softly, the tears falling down her cheeks now.

"I saw her, Dad… She's so beautiful… She's got his eyes…" She whispered. "And… And she knew who I was. She called me, 'Momma'. But I couldn't wait to find out why she knew me, so I ran."

David wiped her cheeks. "I see…" He said softly. "Well, it's not my place, but I will tell you that Killian never stopped loving you. Every day he hoped you'd come home to them." He took a deep breath. "I think Lilly is so much like you. Stubborn, but loves so fiercely. She has your smile too.

"You need to stay, Emma. I know it's hard, and easy to leave town again, but you need to stay. I can see how much it's affected Killian, and Henry that you were gone. And I can see in you now how much it's affected you as well."

She nodded a little. "I'm not going anywhere, Dad. All my stuff is in my car. I'm back for my family. You and mom having another baby made me realize that I have missed so much with my family. Henry is an adult now. Neal has grown so much. I've missed out on too much time with my husband and our daughter. I want to be back in their lives. I want Killian to trust in me that I'm here for good." She sighed.

"It won't be easy, Sweetie. Killian won't instantly forgive you. But it'll all be worth it in the end. You guys will work something out." David had hope for his daughter, and her happiness.

Emma just nodded, leaning further into his embrace, seeking the comfort from her father.

Henry sat in the booth across from Killian. "I'm sorry, Dad… She-" He tried to explain when Lilly interrupted him.

"Papa… Henwy was talking to a lady… It was Mommy. I know it was." She looked up at him, curious if he had seen her too.

Killian ran his hand through his hair. "Oh… Lilly Love…" He kissed her forehead. "Pick what you want to eat today…" He tried to change the subject.

"Daddy, don't lie. I know that's her. You showed me her picture." Lilly said, very matter of fact.

Killian had shown Lilly who her mother was. He told her stories of the woman he knew Emma to be. Strong, powerful, a hero. Killian thought his daughter deserved to know who her mother was, especially if she was never going to see her again. But now, Emma is back, and wants to see their daughter.

Henry chuckled a little. "You had to know she'd see right through you, Dad. I know both of her parents, and neither one of them would've taken that as an answer."

"I know." Killian sighed. "Yes, Princess. That was your mommy. But you have to trust me, okay? If you see her, I need you to stay with whoever you're with and not talk to her. Got it? When it's time for you to meet her, I'll tell you and you'll be with me. Okay?"

He knew she would try to talk to Emma if she saw her on the street. She was friendly, and she had always wanted to meet Emma, but Killian could not risk it yet. He needed to know for sure that Emma was one hundred percent in this. Invested in their family.

He and Henry walked back to the apartment, Lilly holding onto Killian's hook. "Henry, son… Can you stay tonight? I need some time to think, and I need someone she trusts to watch her, in case she has a nightmare again."

Lilly had been having nightmares lately, and it worried Killian. He did not know what was causing them, and he definitely did not want to leave her in the care of the neighbor.

"Of course, Killian. I'll stay as long as you need. You need time to deal with whatever my mom told you. I completely understand." Henry nodded. "I'll call you if she gets too upset. But you need your time too. Based off the way my mom looked when I talked to her, I can't imagine that it was something easy to digest."

Killian nodded in thanks and took Lilly to get her bathed and tucked into bed. Once she was asleep Killian left Henry in the apartment and went to the docks, to his ship. The Jolly Roger was the one place where Killian always felt at home.

Before he made it down the dock to his ship, he saw a figure sitting on a bench. As he got closer he realized it was Emma.

"Emma?" He said softly, trying not to surprise her with his presence. "Swan…"

She looked up to him. "Oh, hey… Did you come looking for me?" She asked softly.

"No, I just needed to think, and I usually come to the Jolly when I want to think." He shrugged. "But, since you're here, maybe we could talk a little more…?" He gestured to the bench next to her, asking if he could sit.

"If you want to… I was trying to give you space. I'm sure you're angry." She looked down at her hands.

"Of course I'm angry, Emma. I can't believe you wouldn't have faith in me, in us. After you followed me to hell." He rubbed his hand over his face. "I'm so angry with you, Emma. I don't even know what to say. Do you know how hard it is? Our daughter has been having nightmares practically every night for a month. I can't get her back to sleep once she wakes up. I haven't slept an entire night in weeks."

Emma listened to him talk, she knew it'd be better if she let him be angry. He deserved to be angry. "I don't know how hard it is. I gave up both of my children. But I wish there was something I could do." She said softly.

"Do… Do you know if she has magic?" Emma asked softly after a few minutes of them just sitting there.

"What? I… I don't know, Emma. You know I don't like magic. It caused me to spend hundreds of years searching for revenge." He said softly.

"Well, maybe she does… I had these weird dreams when I first found out about my magic. And think about it… She's the product of true love, who's mom is also the product of true love. I'm sure that means something." Emma said softly. "Maybe her magic is causing these nightmares."

AN: Whichever reviewer said they'd stop reading if Emma slept with a bunch of guys while she was gone. I promise I wouldn't do that. I can't hurt Killy like that!

Thanks for reading, y'all!