So I didn't plan to post this until Wednesday, but it's my birthday in two days and I'm feeling generous!

Please review and consider it a birthday present ;)

Enjoy!

If I could, then I would,

I'd go wherever you will go."

- The Calling, Wherever You Will Go

Arrested. At eighteen. That was a fine way to get a head start in, well, any career and in life. Emma was just lucky that David and Mary-Margret had been there for her. It would still take weeks before she paid off the bail money she now owed them, but things would have been far worse if they hadn't been there. Eleven-months worse to be exact.

The car journey from the station to the loft was in silence, not even the radio was playing. Emma could feel the disappointment radiating off of both David and Mary-Margret. She'd tried to explain that it was Neal, that it was him who had stolen the watches and him who was trying to sell them. All she'd done was retrieve them for him and meet at their rendezvous point at the right time. But no one had seen Neal since last night when Emma has given him the duffel bag of watches, not even Emma. As the car rolled down the street, the street lights flashing by in a blur of orange, Emma felt her nausea rising up again.

"David?" Emma asked, feeling the unpleasant churning in her stomach and the slackening of her jaw like she had the day before outside of Liam's bar. "David, could you pull over. I think I'm going to throw up." Emma was out of the car the second it hit the curb, managing to spew into the nearest rubbish bin, grateful that they were open topped and not letter boxed. That would have been quite the show.

"Emma?" Mary-Margret fussed as she followed her out of the car. "Are you alright." Emma could only nod. In fact, now she'd thrown up the meagre contents of her stomach, she felt fine.

"I'm okay, just a bit queasy." She said, but let Mary-Margret fuss anyway, placing her palm on Emma's forehead to feel for temperature. "You two go on home. I'm going to stop by pharmacy." Clearly seeing how hurt she was over Neal's disappearance, they let her go. Promising to have her dinner made up when she got back. Along with a very firm talking to, Emma didn't doubt.

The pharmacy was nothing like Emma had expected. Yes it had rows of shelves stocked with various medicines, paracetamol and ibuprofen being the regular, but there was also a thumping bass from some very strong speakers pounding through her feet.

"Hello?" Emma asked as she stepped through the surprisingly dim lit room, the distinct smell of cigarette smoke hanging in the air. There was the obvious sound of smashing glass followed by a string of curse words before the shop assistant appeared at the counter. Emma was surprised to see it was the same skimpily dressed waitress from Granny's with the red streaks in her brown hair. "Are you supposed to smoke in here?" Emma asked, watching as the girl took a gentle drag on her cigarette, looking down at Emma with her very made-up sparkly eyes.

"My family owns the place. If they want me to help out, I'll set the terms." She said with a sickly sweet smile, her lips painted a bright red. It was an intimidating smile, almost wolfish. "What's up?"

"Oh," Emma said, remembering suddenly where she was and why. "Right, I've been feeling sick pretty much every day, maybe you could just give me a pill or something."

"Any diarrhoea?" the girl asked, holding her cigarette between her lips while she held a clipboard of symptoms.

"No."

"Fever?"

"No."

"Stomach cramps?"

"No."

"Well have you missed a period?" She asked on an inhale, her cigarette back in her hands. Emma froze, thinking mathematically in her head if she had before realising the calendar in her mind matched up to the date of the school dance. Neal. Of course, because letting her take the fall for his crimes couldn't possibly be enough.

"Yeah." She said quietly with a nod. The fear that tore inside of her was almost crippling when she saw the girl place the pregnancy test in the bright pink box in front of her. "that can't be –"

"Virgin?"

"No, but I took the morning after pill." Emma knew she sounded frantic but didn't have the will to care, even with the scantily dressed woman in front of her.

"Ninety-percent safe, ten-percents the catch." The woman said but Emma couldn't tear her eyes from the box on the counter. This could not be happening. "There's a loo here if you want to use it." The girl said and Emma numbly remembered following her.

"Fuck. Fuck. fuck." Was all Emma could say as she held the little stick in her hand, the tiny pink cross mapping out the entirety of her life out for her. She couldn't stay here in the dingy toilet at the back of the pharmacy. She needed to go home. Pulling open the door was half surprised to see the cashier – Ruby, she now knew her name was – pacing slightly outside the door, cigarette in her hands. She perked up slightly at the sight of Emma with her wide eyes.

"Bollocks." She said, peering at the test in Emma's hand. Clenching her jaw to keep from crying, Emma grabbed some toilet paper, wrapping the test up before shoving it in her bag.

"I've got to get home." She said, her voice wavering slightly as she made to walk around Ruby.

"I can give you a lift if you want?" Ruby said and Emma could only nod her agreement to the girl before walking out of the shop, her legs already feeling like they were going to buckle. If Emma had thought she was a lost cause before, there was no telling what she should be calling herself now.

Emma: Killian, are you there? Can we meet?

Emma was back in her room at the loft, Ruby having dropped her off over an hour ago. Emma had said nothing as she entered the loft, ignoring Mary-Margret and David's attempts to talk to her as she half-ran up the wooden steps, the emptiness in her stomach having spread through her entire body until she landed on a heap atop her sheets.

She hadn't cried yet; she didn't want to. If she cried, if she let this get to her properly, allowed for just a minute to humour the situation, it would become real. She'd have to let it all in, not just the pregnancy, but the arrest, Mary-Margret and David's disappointment and then worse of all, Neal's abandonment. He was willing to throw her under the bus just to keep himself out of jail. And to think, Emma had loved him.

She was sat against her headboard now, wrapped in the largest jumper she could find, her laptop sat on the bed in front of her. The conversation with Killian was open, but aside from Emma's most recent message it was empty, nothing but Killian's smiling face in the top right corner. She wasn't sure how she was going to tell him, she wasn't even sure what it was she was going to say. How would this even start, with the arrest? Or the abandonment? Before finally dropping the pregnancy bomb.

The sound of her laptop bleeping broke Emma from her thoughts as she surged forward, scanning the words on the screen.

Killian: I'd love to, but Tatiana's parents are taking us for dinner at Harvey Nichols. How posh is that? :-)

The only word Emma had to describe the feeling inside of her as she read that message was rage. A boiling, frothing rage that she knew wasn't really directed at him, but he seemed to be the only person around for her to talk to. At least that's what she had thought.

Emma: REALLY! WELL FUCK TATIANA! FUCK HER POSH PARENTS, FUCK HARVEY nICHOLS – AND FUCK YOU!

But her fingers hesitated over the enter button. Whatever fire had burned through her having died almost as fast as it had ignited, like burning paper falling on water, fizzling into nothingness before being sucked below the surface, leaving Emma feeling empty once more. Deleting the message, she tried again, her fingers trembling over the keys.

Emma: Ok. Enjoy the meal.

She didn't bother waiting for a response, deciding instead to shut her laptop and put it gently back into its space under her bed.

It was then, bathed in the reddish light as the evening sun tried meekly to shine through her curtains in one last ditch effort before it set that Emma allowed herself to cry. She wasn't loud enough for Mary-Margret or David to be alerted, but she was far from silent, her hand cupped over her mouth as she sobbed, her shoulders racked with the weight of it. Everything she'd dreamed, all of her plans and hopes for the future were sifting through her fingers like ash and she could do nothing but watch as her best-friend continued like nothing had changed. He'd date Tink and sleep with Tink, and go for fancy meals with her parents until he got accepted into Harvard, at which point he'll fly away into the horizon, leaving her alone with nothing but wasted years and a baby whose father had run at the first opportunity.

Lifting her fingers to her throat, Emma felt the cool metal of the keychain Neal had stolen from the petrol station when they had first gotten together. She'd become so used to it being at her throat that she couldn't imagine it being anywhere else. But now the symbol was tainted, no longer an item given out of love and happiness, but a memory of the harsh, bitter reality. He had left her, she had loved him – was so sure she had – and he had left her, just like her parents had, just like Liam was going to do and just like Killian would. With her life spanned out in front of her eyes, Emma felt more like the lost little girl that didn't matter more than she ever had before.

Whatever sleep Emma had been getting over the next week had been restless, nothing but tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling and wishing beyond all hope that she would wake up from this horrible dream and she'd be in America, and a sweet little apartment her and Killian rented, fresh coffee in the pot and the smell of pancakes wafting from the kitchen.

Of course, this wasn't the case (Apart from the pancake smell, but that was Mary-Margret's attempt to comfort Emma for what she still believed was nothing but a teenagers broken heart.). Instead she got couple of hours of dead sleep before her subconscious reminded her what a fuck up she had made of everything.

Blinking in the sunlight, Emma felt just as exhausted as she had for the past few days since finding out the truth. Ruby was still the only person to know and Emma was grateful that despite how much she could talk for England, she had kept Emma's secret, even texting her a couple of times asking if she wanted to hang out together. Emma supposed that making a new friendship with someone as bizarre as Ruby had to be some sort of silver lining in the storm cloud of bullshit her life had become.

Checking her phone, she saw that not only had she been in bed past noon, but also that she had two missed calls and a bunch of texts. Reading them over with her frazzled mind Emma briefly registered Killian's name followed by the word Granny's and the number one. She had to see him, he still needed to know everything that had happened and telling him over text wasn't an option. Emma briefly thought how if she got herself up now she could shower, get dressed and even make herself look human before she left to go and meet him.

As it happened, Emma did none of those things, opting instead to climb into the first pair of jeans she found and an overly large blue shirt that she was certain wasn't even hers, before dragging her hair in what could only be described as a bird's nest of a messy bun, half of her curls still falling out of it as she made her way out of the loft. She didn't say anything to David or Mary-Margret despite their attempts to talk to her, she didn't even wave at Granny as she entered the diner, instead she sat in their booth at the back of the room, enclosed in the corner so Emma could look out of the window at people passing by.

"Sorry I'm late!" Killian announced, sliding unceremoniously into the seat opposite her. She'd have probably jumped f she wasn't so exhausted and distracted with the napkin dispenser. He was beaming at her, his face split into one of the widest grins Emma had seen grace his features, it was the kind of smile that begged attention and wasn't worn as a mask but was there because you just couldn't supress it. Emma couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him smile like that, with his straight teeth on display. He looked just like he always did, dark jeans and a plaid blue shirt unbuttoned over a grey t-shirt, the chain holding his brother 'lucky' ring still hung around his neck from when their exams had started. "I've got news." He said smiling, if It were even possible – wider than before. Emma tried to return it, she truly did, but she knew even without her super power that the false twitch of her lip looked more like a grimace.

"Yeah, me too." She replied, wiping at her cheek with her cuff. She wasn't sure if she had been crying or not, but her eyes were rimmed red and Killian always freaked out at the first sign of her eyes watering. It pained he to see him so worried, it was one of the many reasons she didn't like to cry in front of him.

"Open it!" he said excitedly, thrusting and envelope stamped more than once in front of her. Shed not even realised he'd brought it with him, but took it with slightly trembling fingers all the same.

"A scholarship to Harvard." She breathed, reading overt eh acceptance letter, seeing Killian's goofy smile in the corner of her eye as he flicked his overly long black hair out of his eyes. "Killian, this is so great. Congratulations." If her voice wavered or betrayed her front at all, Killian didn't seem to notice.

"It's unbelievable! Right?" He was grinning so widely Emma was sure his cheek's must be aching horrible. "Have you heard back form Boston College yet?" He asked and Emma felt her stomach flip, grateful that she'd already emptied the contents of it in the diner's bathroom not ten minutes before he arrive, Ruby protectively keeping watch of the door for her and even going so far as to hold her hair back. Without even turning her hea she knew Ruby would be watching her no like a hawk, completely oblivious to the customers and far too interested in the drama happening in Emma's life. Emma Swan was Ruby Lucas' favourite soap opera and they'd only known each other a week.

"No." Emma lied flatly, not even sure why she was doing so. She'd come here to tell Killian the truth to tell him about the baby – and so far she'd done anything but.

"Well, you'll get in, Swan. Not to worry." And it was the affirmation in his voice that made her want to break, to crumble down into his arms and let him tell her everything was going to be fine even if it was bullshit.

"What about Tink? Have you told her?" Emma asked, taking the conversations off of her as she stirred the spoon in her cocoa for the hundredth time, not having drunk a drop.

"She'll be fine." Killian waved off dismissively before running his hands through his hair. "God, she's got this thing about my hair. She's literally yanks it. And she pulls this really funny face during sex, it's kind of like-" Emma felt the nausea rise and Killian did what she assumed must be Tink's face during sex, a strange opened mouth expression with his bottom jaw jutted out slightly to the left. Any other time Emma would have revelled in the chance to ridicule Tink, but now she was feeling nothing towards the girl, no jealousy and no protective spark towards Killian. She just felt drained.

"Enough, enough." Emma said, waving him off, her face scrunching in distaste at the thought of what Tink's face looked like during sex. All that did was lead to thoughts about what Killian's face might look like and an unwelcome feeling pooled in her stomach, something akin to both jealous and disgust that made her cringe slightly. If this is how pregnancy hormones were going to make her think than she really wasn't looking forward to the next three quarters of the year. "Don't you care what you'll think about you running off like this?" She asked, looking once again at her untouched cocoa, the whipped cream nothing but a melted, mushy layer atop the no longer steaming drink, the cinnamon having melded into fat, unpleasant clumps after she'd stirred it the first time.

"What is it?" he asked and Emma was sure if her head had bolted up any quicker her neck would have snapped.

"What?" She asked, feeling as the colour drained from her already sickly looking face, her red rimmed eyes widening as she tried as hard as she could to seem casual about the questions. Lie detector or not, she could feel the lies building in her mouth already.

"You're defending Tink, Swan." Killian said matter-of-factly, one of his dark eyebrows raised as she studied her face for anything unusual. If Emma was still the open book to him that she had been when they'd met she was screwed. "Now, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing." She didn't even hesitate. Stupid! If she had been looking for a moment to tell him everything that had happened, that would have been it. She felt sick thinking about how easily the lie came out of her mouth, she didn't even bother to think of saying anything else. He was just too happy to ruin it for him with her own drama. "Nothings wrong."

"I thought you'd be happier, Love." He enquired, leaning back in their booth and eyeing her sceptically, the way he often did when she'd lied about eating the last doughnut, only for him to find the poorly disposed of wrapper a few seconds later. She could only hope that this wrapper was hidden just that little bit better and he's let his suspicions lie. "We're on our way to Boston!" he announced, leaping forward, grinning encouragingly at her. "Come on." He said, reaching forward and clasping his hands around hers, holding them in the way that just begged her to look up at him, but she knew she wouldn't be able t handle what she'd see there.

"It's great, really." She said, disentangling her hand from his own despite his reluctance to release her. "Well done." Looking up at him she shot him the proudest and most encouraging smile she could muster which even to her felt false and even a tiny bit painful. Whatever had happened to her face he seemed to read it as positive and she let out a sigh of relief.

"Well come on, you're coming too." He urged, knocking his knuckles against hers on the table top. Emma moved hers to sit in her lap. "Liam booked my flight," He continued, clearly not noticing her discomfort, or he was just being polite by not asking. "The two of us fly out in three days which gives us time to settle in and for me to get everything prepared before term starts." Emma was already biting the inside of her cheek, she knew it. If Killian noticed he'd start to pry again, her knew her nervous gestures just as well as she knew his. Like how he scratched his ear when he was nervous and ran his thumb along his bottom lip when he was feeling like a challenge. Emma had lied already, it was too late to go back on that. "You should really go ahead and book your ticket."

"Sure," she said, another lie slipping out before she could help it. But then an idea seemed to form. This didn't have to be a lie, at least not a big one. It just had to be a secret. Emma and Killian may (almost) never lie to one another but they had their fair share of secrets each, some she wished she could share and others she was happy to keep locked away. "I've, well I've got some stuff to sort out first, but I'll be there." She was looking at him, any suspicion in his blue eyes evaporating at her small smile. Clearly whatever she'd just told him she believed, and amazingly, so did she. She would be there, she would handle this thing with the pregnancy and she'd defer her application a year and then she'd join Killian in Boston and their lives would finally begin. She felt like a weight had been lifted off of her chest and that she could breathe again.

"Have you told Neal?" Maybe she'd spoken so soon as she crushing weight slammed down again, harder and more merciless than before. She felt her breath hitch and Killian sat up straighter in his seat. There was no point lying about her relationship drama, she was probably just best leaving out the details involving the theft and the arrest – that was one of the secrets she'd rather stayed locked away.

"He, um – well he – " Emma began, trying to find the right words to say, luckily Killian swooped in once more, even the hero and asked straight.

"Emma? Has he left you?" he sounded surprised, Emma couldn't imagine why. Her open parents didn't want her; why should Neal be any different.

"Yes." She said, expecting the weight to lift just a little bit, instead it crushed further, reminding her of the small being currently growing inside of her. She fought against the urge to touch her stomach, deciding she didn't want to draw any more of Killian's attention where it wasn't wanted. "He left me about a week ago. No word, not warning, no forwarding address." She said placing her hands back on the table, her hands twirling the ring she'd worn on her finger for years – it had been from and old foster mother, Ingrid, who'd considered adopting her. Turned out she had been a nutcase and had almost gotten Emma killed by a car at twelve years old. She wore the ring now as she wore the swan pendant – as a reminder. Where the pendant was a reminder never to trust someone with her heart again, the ring was a reminder to never get her hopes up again, a lesson that had been coming back to bite her in the arse a lot recently.

"Emma," he sad and Emma forced her eyes shut at the sympathy in his voice. She'd cried enough and she wouldn't do it again, not now. "He's a bloody fool." He said, reaching over the table and clasping her hands once more and this time, Emma let him, gripping back with equal fervour. "Any man would be lucky to call you his." He smiled at her, the smile shared between people who knew each other right down to the core, the supportive and loving kind that told her Killian would never leave her alone for good, that he'd always come back to her. And despite her better judgement, the horrible aching pang settled on her chest and she felt like it was there to stay, so as much as she wanted to believe Killian would never leave her, she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. After all, she'd be seeing him off to the airport in just three days.

Those three days passed far too quickly. Emma had spent every moment she could with Killian, helping him and Liam pack up their home, trying to fight the urge to cry at the 'FOR SALE' sign hanging over the wall of the pub. Hormones, that's all it was. Emma was better than this, she did not need to cry. But boy, did she want to.

Instead she smiled encouragingly when their eyes met and joked about how fat the brothers Jones would get living off of America food. They took it all in jest, Liam even throwing her over his shoulder when she made a joke about his chins already beginning to show. Whatever it took, she refused to felt them see how she was crumbling.

"Don't get blown up by terrorists," Emma said slightly frantically as she walked between Killian and Liam at the airport, her legs working hard to keep up with their large, purposeful strides.

"Okay?" Killian said, chuckling slightly.

"Or lose cabin pressure and fall out of the sky."

"Swan –" Killian tried to cut her off, but she was having none of it.

"Or fly into a flock of birds – I mean it, Killian!" she exclaimed when he just chuckled at her.

"Look, Swan," Killian said, holding onto her shoulders as he spoke at her, knowing if he let go she'd start pacing or bobbing up and down anxiously. "I can delay if you need me to. I'm sure Liam is happy to go on ahead and set everything up."

"No," Emma said but she was considering the offer. "No, you're getting on that plane." She said, mentally slapping herself for even thinking that she could hold Killian back from something this important.

"I'm going to miss you, Em's!" Liam announced, swooping down and lifting her into one of his notoriously bone crushing hugs, spinning her slightly. Emma gripped his broad shoulders for support, her fingers digging into the soft material of his blue jumper as she squealed slightly in surprise and a hint of worry. Liam may not know that Emma had a small person currently growing inside of her, but some forewarning before being lifted like a ragdoll would have been appreciated. "We'll all be together again soon." He said as he put her down, his face split into a bright smile. It made Emma ache, not as bad as Killian's had a few days before, but enough the make her want to throw caution to the wind and get on that plane with them. She could always plan what to do with the baby in Boston. She shook the thoughts away as ridiculous. "I'll see you on the other side, brother." He said to Killian before approaching the woman at the desk checking their boarding passes.

"I've got something for you." Killian said excitedly, digging into the pocket of his dark jeans, pulling out something in his hand small enough that Emma couldn't even get a hint to what it was. "Close your eyes." He said with a smile. Emma was always wary when he said that, usually it ended unpleasantly with shaving cream or some other substance in her face. She loved Killian, but that didn't mean she trusted him in this kind of situation.

"Come on, Swan. It's nothing awful, besides we're in public." He said, gesturing to the airport buzzing with people around them. Emma was still dubious. "I'm not going to disappear either, just close your eyes." The thought of him disappearing was enough to make her stomach turn in the most unpleasant of ways, but she closed her eyes regardless, breathing slowly in through her nose and out through her mouth. Despite his words of assurance, she couldn't help the gut feeling that she'd open her eyes and she'd be alone. A lost girl alone at the airport. She almost flinched when his hand wrapped around hers, pulling it up in front of her, palm to the ceiling before dropping something cool and surprisingly bulky into it, closing her fingers when he was done.

"What –" She began once he'd released her. Blinking slightly, Emma looked down in to her palm to see a ring. It was rather large, clearly meant for a man's hand and made of sculpted metal, a large red gem set into the metal. The entire thing was one a chain. Emma knew this ring. She'd seen it worn by both of the Jones brothers at some point, the chain always tucked beneath jumpers and t-shirts. Either way, she knew it was valuable in sentiment, the last object that either brothers had from the father who had abandoned them. "Killian, I can't –" She began, thrusting her hand towards him, but he just held her hand once more, closing her fingers over the cool metal.

"No arguments." He said with his character charming smile, the one that always started with a tilt from the left corner of his lips, half expecting a smirk to grace his features, only for a truly breath-taking smile to take it' place. Emma felt as though she'd never really appreciated that smile until this moment when she didn't know how long it would be until she saw it again. "I'll be fine. Besides, it's a loan. You can return it when you fly out." He beamed and Emma visibly swallowed past the lump in throat, clutching the ring tight in her palm.

"If your plane crashes because of this –" She started to say, her voice choking slightly. So instead she surged forward, her arms wrapping around his neck as she dragged him to her in a fierce hug. His arms were around her waist in seconds, one hand clutching the bed of her head as he buried his face in her hair. Emma, in turn, nuzzled slightly against his neck, letting the smell of saltwater and leather fill her nostrils, noting it to memory for the night's she spent with him too far away to just meet at Granny's at God Knows What Hour.

She pulled back slightly, but not far. Killian's hand was still holding the back of her neck, and he didn't seem quite ready to relinquish his hold just yet. Emma let her forehead fall against his, his fingertips trailing from the back of his neck to his cheek, feeling the slightly scratchy stubble that grew there. Killian's breath ghosted across her face, peppermint chewing gum filling her nostrils and her mouth as her lips parted of their own accord. She couldn't help but wonder if their air around them felt this electrified to him or if his breathing was becoming more a challenge. With a stab to the gut, Emma realised what was happening. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to kiss Killian Jones with the hopes that he might kiss her back. She wanted to tell him everything that had happened and everything she was feeing but – he was leaving. He was flying out to America and, for all Emma knew, he wasn't going to come back.

With that last painful thought, she pulled backwards. It took a moment for Killian to react, seemingly just as dazed as she had been as he visibly shook his head, blinking at her a few times as if he couldn't quite see her.

"Keep in touch. Okay?" Emma said like it wasn't negotiable, which in a way it wasn't. She knew that if she phoned Killian that he'd answer in an instant. There was just something about seeing him nod his agreement, a slightly breath less 'of course' falling from his lips that solidified the fact in Emma's mind.

"You couldn't get rid of me is you tried, Swan." He said with a grin, one Emma managed to reciprocate. "I'll see you in two weeks." Because he thought she was going to join him in Boston. She hadn't had the heart to tell him, but he knew the deadline for her acceptance was within that period, and there was no question in his mind that she'd be accepted. Emma hadn't had the heart to tell him that she had already been accepted, before even he had, and that she still wouldn't be joining him.

"Yeah, maybe." She replied quietly, half hoping he wasn't listening. But of course, he was, he seemed to have been hanging off her every word since he'd received his acceptance and booked his flight. Perhaps she wasn't the only one wondering just how long they would be parted.

They were silent for a moment, Emma shuffling awkwardly on her feet as she waited for Killian to reach for his duffel bag and walk away from he, onto his plane and his new life. She hoped if she just looked at the ground that he'd realise she didn't want to see him go and slip off without her through customs and into the check-in lounge.

It was, therefore, a surprise when she felt his hand against her cheek, tilting her head up. She hold her breath, anxious as to what was happening. Was he going to finish what they'd begun not five minutes before? Was he going to kiss her? Did Emma want him to kiss her? The questions were swiftly answered when she felt Killian's lips against her forehead, both of his hands holding her face as he pressed a gentle, but lingering kiss to her forehead. If Emma had wanted to cry before, she definitely did now. Killian finally broke the contact of lips for forehead when he heard her sniffle slightly. Rubbing the pads of his thumb over her cheeks to wipe away tears that hadn't even fallen, he smiled.

"I'll see you soon, Swan." And then he was walking away, duffle-bag in hand, passing his boarding pass to the woman at the counter before making his way past her to where Liam waited. Emma hadn't meant to watch him go, she'd intended to leave as soon as he walked away, save herself the pain of watching Killian start his new life without her, but after his final whispered words, she found she couldn't look away.

She watched as Killian gazed back at her for a second over his shoulder, a soft, almost sad smile gracing his features before he disappeared behind the airports walls, leaving Emma sniffling slightly and alone, the weight of her life's consequences bearing down on her as she held the ring so tight it indented her palm.

So I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

The next one is going to be very Emma pregnancy based.

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