I do not own OUAT, any of it's cast or characters or plots. However, I am a faithful watcher and I am very interested to see how season 7 will go. This is just a quirky little thing that I found online as a prompt so I figured I would try it out and see how it goes.

I'm so so sorry about the delays in getting this chapter out. I wrote about 2,000 words and then the attack in Manchester happened and it broke my heart and completely and utterly crushed my creativity and it really made me need to have a few days off just to think. It could have been absolutely anyone at that concert and I think that's why this has shocked so many people, this wasn't a political attack or anything, this was on children and it's so awful. But anyway, I think I have my muse back, so here is the chapter. :)

Moving

3rd Person

Mary Margaret walks into her kitchen with a sigh to see Emma on her phone texting, no doubt Killian to wish him good morning. It's been two weeks and Emma has been permanently glued to the mobile device, never leaving its side and certainly doesn't look as if she's planning to anytime soon.

She hazards a glance over at Emma's phone, curious as to what her daughter is messaging the pirate at nine am, and why Emma was up so early considering she had a day off, but mostly the texting thing. She is very curious about that, trust me, it's been like a knife in her back to see Emma utterly ignore everyone except Hook and Henry.

Morning Jones, I hope you slept well. – E

Morning Swan. I slept pleasantly but Granny's mattresses are still quite uncomfortable. But why are you up to ask me that? It's your day off. – K

I'm up because I missed you. I didn't see you all day yesterday because of some stupid case with Leroy about someone stealing from him that turned out to be Dopey! So I just woke up early to ask to spend the day with you. – E

Mary Margaret coughs once, watching as Emma's head snaps up, and offers her a smile. "Emma, sweetie, don't you think that the obsessive texting him may come off as clingy?"

Emma considers her point before giggling. "Nope! Normally he texts me first to see how I am, he's so sweet like that. Sometimes he asks to spend the day with Henry, he's so much closer to him since we started dating and having all of these family days!" Emma smiles wide. "God I love them." She swoons.

Mary Margaret is almost sick, which is saying something considering she loves love in all forms, but this isn't Emma. This isn't her no-nonsense, doesn't take bullshit, only goes for one night stands daughter. This is some…well, it's a Snow White copy, to be honest.

What did you want to do, love? I'm free all day. – K

Her daughter gleams at the text, grabbing a mug and making herself some coffee as she thinks, smiling to herself. "Mom, what do you think we should do?" She asks softly. "We went on the Jolly two days ago so maybe not again, unless he wants to. I know he loves that ship, I wonder if he cares if I don't want to spend the day there today? Or maybe I should take him to this cabin I found in the forest…have alone time?"

"Or maybe we could spend the day together?" Her mother offers casually although she is anything but casual, smiling softly. "Maybe we could go shopping, there's a new clothes store opened up and a home store?"

"Okay, one…I don't own a home and that new store is for brides." Emma laughs softly, waving her off. "I'm not a bride…yet." Emma grabs her phone, thinking. "Actually, mom, you can help me out…"

"I can?"

"Yeah." Emma bites her lip nervously, obviously thinking about what to say. "Killian and I have been dating for a couple of weeks now and everything is so perfect, we've been on like five dates already and had so many days with Henry as a family. I think it's all so perfect and Killian seems to act like he does too."

"So what seems to be the problem?" Snow asks, hoping that Emma would say something's wrong, that she's lost the spark or isn't crazily in love anymore. Something.

"Well, I keep on trying to be…more physical with Killian." She blushes. "And we've had a few steamy make-out sessions on the Jolly but Killian doesn't seem to want to move any further." Emma sighs, tapping her mug gently. "I just…wondered if this is an Enchanted Forest thing or just a Killian thing or if I'm doing something wrong?"

The way Emma asks so innocently, so afraid of the answer, tugs at Snow's heart strings, but she has to be strong in order to get Emma out of whatever the hell has happened to her.

"Well, your dad and I waited until a few weeks before we got married, although in all fairness we did get married after a few weeks." She laughs to herself softly. "But anyway, it's not an Enchanted Forest thing, it's most definitely a Hook thing."

Emma frowns at the name she gives her boyfriend. "His name is Killian, not Hook, come on mom, you know that." She rolls her eyes, biting her lip. "I mean I know Killian is older than most but he certainly doesn't seem the type to wait given the pirate status."

"Maybe it's different with someone he loves?" Mary Margaret offers and Emma practically swoons, rocking on her heels. "Or maybe you've been too clingy and him denying sex is how he gets you to back off." She says firmly, feeling awful for it.

"Mom!" Emma glares at her a little. "I am not clingy!"

"You are a little clingy, darling. You're constantly at his side, always with him, spending time out of work. Henry calls him dad to you and you refer to him as such, you never stop texting him-"

"That's because we love each other! We're a new relationship, everyone does that!" Emma scoffs, glaring. "You don't get it, mom! You and dad must not be as in love as we are to not get it! I thought out of everyone in this freaking down that you would understand!"

"Emma, I do understand love. You know I do! I fully support you if you're happy but this is crazy!"

"No! You're crazy for not seeing that what Killian and I have is special!" Emma yells, grabbing her phone and jacket before heading to the door with her mother following. "In fact, I think that Killian and I spend too little time together! Maybe I should just go stay with him and get away from you!"

"Emma, no, that's not what I meant."

"Leave me alone!" She yells, walking out the door and closing it with a slam, making Mary Margaret wince, biting her lip softly as she looks around awkwardly at no one.

"That went well."

Emma spends the rest of her day with Killian and they spend most of their day walking down the docks and on the Jolly, she's keeping the cabin a surprise. However, she surprises him that day by coming back to Granny's with him.

"Do you mind if I spend the night?" Emma asks softly, sitting on the end of his bed with a sigh, looking like fragile glass. "Mom and I kind of fought and I don't want to go back and fight again."

Killian quickly wraps his arms around her, kissing the crown of her head, swallowing softly. Having Emma with him all night could mean things could escalate and he can't allow them to, he just can't. He's already gotten too carried away with making out on the Jolly with wandering hands but he always stopped it before it went too far.

"Of course you can, Swan." He whispers, thinking of how to phrase it. "But uh, just the sleep right?" He asks. "I mean I love having you with me its just I have to do some favors for my crew tomorrow and I have to be up early." He lies. "And you have work so we can't-"

Emma silences him with a kiss, cupping his cheek gently. "I promise nothing will happen." She whispers on his lips. "We'll just sit and watch TV until we crash out?" She offers, nudging his nose with a grin as he nods.

They spend the night laying on his bed, eating chocolate and drinking hot chocolate with cinnamon and whipped cream because she's desperate for him to try it.

She cuddles up to him halfway through a film, laying her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, smiling when it accelerates as she shifts closer. "I love you." She whispers, pressing kisses to his chest hair, making him swallow harshly.

"I love you too." He whispers into her hair, stroking her back, hoping she doesn't continue. He can't stand rejecting her; he sees the hurt in her eyes every time. "I'm uh, I may go to sleep now, lass." He whispers again softly, stopping her kisses as she glances up at him. "Is that okay?"

Emma giggles and nods quickly, kissing him softly before laying back on his chest, turning off the TV with the remote. "Sure." She whispers. "Goodnight, Jones."

"Night, Swan." He strokes her blonde locks gently. "Sleep well…"

Emma doesn't go back to her parents, at all. Not once has he seen her go back or hear that she's seen them. Instead, Henry appears at his door with a bag for Emma every day, handing her some clothes.

Things begin to change in his room, quite drastically he thinks. He starts finding her shampoo in the shower or her underwear in his washing basket every morning, everything slowly but surely appears.

He doesn't ask at first because anytime he mentions anything to do with her parents Emma sobs and he has to calm her down so he's learned to shut up. However, he has to ask, and he really does, when her feminine hygiene products end up on the shopping list he apparently now has since they started dating.

Many of the customers at the store had been quite shocked to see the once fearsome pirate Captain picking up tampons and heat packs with chocolate.

It's not that he minds picking up those things or is disgusted in any way because he really isn't, he lived with a woman on his ship but Milah just used old rags to deal with it so he wasn't adept with all these new things. He doesn't mind learning about it or picking up the things for her, it's not her fault.

However, he does mind when he's picking up tampons and being lectured by Granny Lucas on which are the best brand to buy and being asked how heavy she is, which truly isn't something he knows.

"Well, these are the best." Granny points to them but stops him when he reaches for the pack. "But it really depends on how heavy she is, do you know by any chance?"

Killian stares at her blanket, considering her point. "I'm not entirely sure to be honest, uh, one hundred pounds?" He guesses her weight. "Maybe less."

Granny had just burst out laughing.

That's when he had to ask, to spare himself from more embarrassment then he had that day. "Swan, can I ask you something?"

"You just did." Emma comments with a giggle sat at the small desk which was now her makeup table since she moved her life over there over the week. "But sure sweetie, is this about the whole forgetting my knickers on the bathroom floor? I know I should have cleaned it up since you're so OCD." She giggles softly.

"No, well yes but no." He sits on the edge of his bed, looking at the shopping list in his hand. "It's just…I've found that there have been quite a few changes to…here." He swallows and thinks about what the say. "It's just I have found many differences recently."

"Like?" Emma asks softly as she puts in her earring, turning to him to give him her full attention.

"Well, love, for starters the underwear on the floor," He offers her a smile before pointing at his bed sheet which was once a plain black but was now a floral pattern. "The duvet covers, make up table…shopping list?"

She glances at the bed sheet, smiling softly. "But doesn't the new bed sheet look so much nicer?" She asks. "And admit it, it smells amazing with the new softener I showed you." She giggles and stands, going to sit next to him on the bed. "I know it's not very pirate like but it's so much more homey, don't you think?"

He coughs once, nibbling his bottom lip, sensing that she had an array of excuses. "The face cream in the lavatory, Swan?" He phrases it as a question. "The razors attached to the bathroom wall by the shower, the very soft and lovely but quite feminine new rug you've placed down in a room that isn't technically mine or yours?" He asks, biting his lip.

Emma seems to sense where he's going. "Right, oh God I've been so blind!" She exclaims. "I get it, oh I totally get it. You need more guy time, right? Fewer flowers and pretty colors are what you need? I mean you pay for this room and I'm just changing it all."

"In the nicest possible way, love, yes."

"You need a man cave." She states, chewing her bottom lip before clapping her hands happily. "I know! We'll just move into somewhere bigger."

His eyes widen a little. "Pardon, love? We? I…wasn't sure there was a we-"

"I'll look at houses and apartments straight away!" She giggles, kissing him so he can't speak. "But I do have work so I'll show you later, I love you!" She smiles wider and practically runs out.

As she leaves, he stares ahead. "We?"

That night after he gets home from the docks, or rather when he comes back to his room that Emma has somehow started believing they share, he vows to speak to her about it. She's been acting strange for days but especially now.

It's been ever since she fought with her mother that she's been this way and it's been weeks since she has seen either Charming's, which surprises him.

As he walks into his room, because it is his and as much as he loves her (because he truly does), Emma is laying on what she now calls their bed, a book on her lap, and when he peers closer he notices it's not a book but a pamphlet that has loads of houses with different prices on it. "Swan?" He gets her to look up.

With a big grin at the sight of him, Emma scrambles to get out of bed, rushing to him with the pamphlet in hand. "Killian! Look, look, look!" She giggles as she nearly crashes into him. "This house is so perfect and it's so big, in the perfect area, and look it even has a huge garden-"

"Yes, yes, that's all well and good, Swan." He cuts her off, his hook pulling her by her waist to sit next to him at the end of the bed. "But, I don't…well how do I put this?" He offers her a small smile to try and break the ice. "Are we cohabiting now?"

"Well…not now! But when we get the house that I'm looking at we will!" She exclaims happily, taking hold of his hook gently, wrapping her slim fingers around it. "It's even near the docks so you can always be close to the Jolly."

He coughs once, nodding slowly, and bites his lip softly. "Well uh…I…don't you think that we're moving a little fast, love?"

Emma seems to consider this before shaking her head quickly. "Nope! When you love someone you know, so I know for certain that you're the one." She answers happily, keeping his hook close to her. "I mean, if Henry loves you too, which he obviously does, why shouldn't we progress like a real family?"

"Swan, there was a time not too long ago where you hated me." He mumbles, scratching behind his ear, and clicks his tongue at the look on her face. "I was…well let's say just a pirate with one hand to you and now-"

"Killian Jones, you have never been just a pirate with one hand to me!" She exclaims, looking disgusted at the insinuation. "You were Captain Hook to me, an infuriating yet charming and dashing rapscallion. Now you're my Killian Jones, reformed pirate and love of my life who I want a family with."

He turns away a little, aware that it's just the curse speaking for her, but the words are music to his ears, and he has no intention of breaking the happiness she's seemingly giving away for free like she knows she'll remain just as chipper as before. "Swan, I know you think-"

Cutting him off quickly, Emma lurches forward and kisses him, cupping his jaw in both hands like she's holding something precious. "Shut up." She whispers on his lips with a small smile. "You are the man that I love." She whispers like she's being one hundred percent honest but he knows it's the curse speaking for her. "The man I trust with my life and my sons, with my heart. You're the man I want to move in with, the man I want to marry and have more children with-"

"Swan, that's moving far too soon, children is past any-"

"But it doesn't have to be!" Emma exclaims, pulling his hand closer and laying it on her flat stomach gently. "One day we can have all of that, have me growing our little pirates and princesses in there, because if I know anything about men your age it's that people from your time had loads of kids so you probably want the same-" She rambles and cuts herself off, moving to sit on his lap before he can tell her not to.

"Swan-"

"Shush." She whispers, leaning back on him, keeping his hand firmly on her stomach-, which, by the way, he isn't intending on getting any…rounder in the near or even distant future. "Imagine this right?" He sighs and nods. "Sitting on the porch of that house." She points at the pamphlet. "Sipping tea as we're cuddled up on the one seat, our hands rested gently on my belly as I'm carrying your kid. We're happy. Can't you see it?"

He tries not to, he really does, but some traitor in his mind decides to disobey him, imagining that exact situation, leaning his head against hers. "You can see it too." She whispers with a smile. "Then let's have it."

"Too soon, we're still looking at homes let alone thinking about what to put in them."

She seems to accept his bullshit excuse. "Okay." She smiles, stroking her stomach. "But think about it, promise?"

He nods quickly, accepting her offer, mainly to get her to shut up about it and to stop making his mind imagine things he can never have. "I promise I will do nothing but think about it." He whispers.

At least that's true.

Sorry again about the delay lovelies, I didn't mean to wait so long! :)