"This is your bedroom," said Mary Margaret. She and Gammy had led Emma and Killian to one of the more spacious guest rooms in the enormous house.

Emma's eyes went to the one bed, and her cheeks grew warm. What was her mother playing at?

"This is beautiful," said Killian with a genuine smile.

"Here's the bed," said Gammy, grinning at Emma and Killian.

"It certainly is an exquisite bed," said Killian, his eyes darting to Emma who was shaking her head.

"Where is Killian going to sleep, mom?" she asked pointedly.

"Sweetie," said Mary Margaret, "we're not under any illusions that you two don't sleep in the same bed. He'll sleep in here with you."

"How kind of you, Mary Margaret," said Killian, "Emma and I are rather fond of spooning and snuggling."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, he's a big spooner all right."

Then a small white dog came running in and jumped on Killian's leg. Killian jumped a little.

"Oh sorry," said Gammy, "That's Henry"

"We just rescued him from the pound, and he's still in training."

Emma smiled and picked him up. "Oh Henry, he's really cute."

"Yes he is," said Gammy. "Just don't let him outside or the eagles will swoop down like Peter Pan and snatch him. We don't want that to happen."

Snow smiled and took the dog from her daughter. "Oh, there are extra sheets and towels in the cabinet," she said.

"And if you get chilly, use this," said Gammy, pulling out a thick woolen blanket. "It has special powers. I call it the baby-maker."

Emma flushed. "Thanks Gammy," said Emma tossing it in the floor near the bed. "We'll have to be very careful with this."

"Well, we better turn in. It's been quite the evening," said Mary Margaret, turning to leave the room.

"Good night and good luck you two, " said Gammy looking at the baby-maker and then looking back at them.

If possible, Emma turned even more red and her grandmother's implication.

She could feel Killian's eyes on her and she could almost feel his smug grin as Gammy walked out of the room.

"Well," said Killian, placing a hand on Emma's shoulder, "we had better get started. Gammy said."

Emma smacked his hand away and scowled at him.

"I was only joking, Emma," said Killian, raising his hands and taking a step back.

"You're sleeping on the floor," said Emma.

"Ah yes, a gentleman would never allow a lady to sleep on the floor, but if you have trouble sleeping I can always join you if you wish it."

"In your dreams," said Emma, walking over to her suitcase, removing a pair of pajamas, and going to the bathroom to change.

Killian took a few of the extra blankets and began arranging them on the floor. "So you haven't been home in a while," he called.

"I haven't had much vacation time over the past five years," Emma shot back.

"Stop complaining, love, you got to spend that time with me, and really you couldn't do much better."

"Yeah, right," she shuffled out of the bathroom in her pajamas.

Killian looked her up and down. "Are you sure you'll be warm enough in that, love? If not. I could be of some assistance."

"I'll be fine," said Emma, ignoring his blatant innuendo. Those innuendos of his were so much easier to ignore when she had a pile of manuscripts in front of her, but now that she was alone with him, they were making her feel flustered and nervous.

She burrowed underneath the covers and closed her eyes.

-/-

She woke up to Killian shuffling around the room looking for his ringing phone. "Emma, where is my phone? It could be important."

"I plugged it in," groaned Emma.

"Where?"

"Find it yourself," said Emma, "I'm on vacation."

Killian finally found it after the fifth ring. "Ah, August, hello, are you there? I have horrible service right now."

"Killian, go outside," snapped Emma.

"Fine," he threw on his coat and hurried out of the room.

"August, I'm sorry you feel that I pressured you into doing Oprah, but I think it would be a mistake to back out. Your books are truly inspiring."

"Yes, of course I want you to be happy," said Killian, going out the front door, unaware that Henry had followed him outside.

"Okay, August, just take a few days to think about it, and then call me at the office," said Killian.

August started to say something on the other end, but Henry started to bark.

"Shhh dog," snapped Killian. "Oh, no, August, I wasn't talking to you."

Henry continued to bark and ran out into the grass towards Killian.

A screech of the eagle pierced the morning silence, as the bird swooped in and snatched Henry.

"Bloody hell," cursed Killian, "August, could you hold on for a moment." He dropped the phone on the grass. "Give me the dog, you bloody bird."

Killian ran after the bird, as it hovered over him with Henry. If he didn't know any better, he would say that the eagle was mocking him.

Henry wriggled, trying to escape from the eagle, and after a moment he succeeded. Killian held out his arms and caught the puppy.

But then the blasted eagle took his cell phone.

"Wait, wait," said Killian, "Take the dog, you blasted bird. I need my phone!"

Killian was creating quite the commotion, much to the amusement of Gammy and Mary Margaret, who were watching from the balcony.

"Isn't that cute," asked Mary Margaret, as Emma came up behind them. Killian was holding Henry above his head and running around on the lawn. "He's playing with Henry. We didn't think he liked him."

Emma giggled at the ridiculous sight. She only wished that she had a camera. Her coworkers would appreciate pictures of Killian behaving like a four year old.

"Oh he's adorable," said Emma, sarcastically.

"Will you go get him, Emma? We have a surprise for each of you. David, Leroy, Victor, Robin and Neal are going to show Killian the town, and Gammy and I have arranged for a special surprise to be delivered to the house for you today. Let's just call it your bachelorette party."

"Okay," said Emma, leaving the house.

"Killian, what the hell are you doing?"

"Gammy was right about the eagles. One tried to take your dog, but I saved him. Then the blasted bird took my phone instead."

"That's quite a story," said Emma. "We can order you a new phone, with the same number and everything. We can pick it up in town tomorrow. But you should get ready. The guys are going to take you around town. I imagine you'll go out on the lake or to the local bar."

Killian frowned. "I'd rather not. I don't think Neal and your father are too fond of me."

"You'll be fine. You're going."

"No," said Killian.

"You're going," said Emma. "I'm having my bachelorette party at the house while you and the guys are gone."

Killian sighed. "Will it make you happy if I go?"

"Yes," said Emma, "but I don't see why that should factor into it. Because you're going regardless."

"I believe in good form, and that means treating your fiancé well and respecting her wishes, even if the engagement is a sham."

Emma bit back a smile. She took a few steps forward and wrapped her arms around him. "Just so they don't think we were fighting," said Emma.

Killian stroked his hand through her hair. "We were not fighting. I'll do as you wish." Then his other hand slid down to her rear. Just to get a rise out of her he swatted it playfully a couple of times.

Emma pulled away, the small smile completely gone from her face. "If you touch my ass one more time, you're not going to like the results."

"Hmm, Swan, I quite fancy you when you're yelling at me," he said, with a wink.

Emma pushed past him and headed towards the house. "Just get ready," she called over her shoulder.