A/N: Hello, all! I'm excited about this chapter for a few reasons, but the top one being that part of it is from Henry's eyes—which was incredibly fun to write!

I listened to 'There She Goes' by the La's, 'Build Me Up Buttercup' by the Foundations, & 'Big Jet Plane' by Julia and Angus Stone. Enjoy!

"Mom, Mom, can I get a book to read?" Henry asked, tugging on her arm as he clung to her. He pointed to a little newsstand-type shop as the three strolled through JFK, making Emma smile.

"Don't you have one with you?" Emma giggled.

"Yeah, but this is an eight-hour flight-I'll finish the one I have in a few hours." Henry smiled up to her, "Please?"

"Sure," Emma sighed, still smiling, "Killian, if I give you a couple-"

"I've got it, Swan." Killian grinned, taking Henry under his arm and ducking into the shop with him.

"I'm going to find us seats in our terminal!" Emma called out, to which Killian turned around and smiled.

She dragged the large suitcase behind herself, smiling as she walked through the airport. She'd always loved flying-but, since she had Henry, she hadn't the time or money to really fly anywhere.

Finally reaching the right terminal, she double checked her ticket with the number on the screen and found three seats. Emma set her bag down in one seat and put the suitcase in front of the other, sitting between them. She pulled her phone from her back pocket, since she had nothing better to do. A smile immediately formed on her lips as her lock screen appeared, the picture Mary had taken of the three of them at Christmas, in front of their small tree.

She smiled at how happy all three of them looked. It was then that it really hit her-Henry had already almost outlived the dates the doctors had originally thought. She knew the treatment he was receiving at the hospital every two weeks was working, but part of her knew that things could take a turn for the worst at any moment.

It wasn't often that Emma Swan was terrified.

"Love, are you feeling alright? You're looking a little pale." Killian's voice asked as he sat beside her and took her hand in his. She turned to him with a tight-lipped smile, shaking her head.

"I'm fine." She replied, turning then to Henry, "Did you find a book to read?"

"Yeah," Henry grinned, showing Emma a blue cover with two clouds on it, "Killian said this one is about two kids with cancer, like me."

Emma's features softened, a true smile appearing on her lips. Henry was so strong.

"Yeah?" Emma asked.

"All the teens that come into the hospital have it with them." Killian added, "I haven't personally read it, but judging from all of the buzz about it, Henry might find a light in it."

Emma leaned over to press a quick kiss to Killian's lips, smiling when Henry groaned, as usual.

"What, kid?" Emma laughed, "I can kiss whoever I want."

"You two kiss all the time." Henry spoke with his tongue out, "But, I can't complain too much. I mean, you are happy."

"I'm very happy." Emma grinned, "I've got my two favorite men by my side, and I'm about to board a plane to Paris. I don't think I could possibly be happier."

"Aww, look at that. Emma's being a sap." Killian teased, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She shot him a pointed look, making him smile in response.

Her men never failed to make her smile, it seemed.

After they'd finally taken off, Killian and Emma were sound asleep. Henry stayed up to read the book he had brought with him, occasionally looking over to check on his mom and Killian. He smiled at the way they leaned into each other, kind of like they were made to fit together.

Henry had truly never seen his mother so happy.

She smiled more, and it was a truer smile, Henry thought. Her spirits were usually higher, even after a rough day at work chasing crazy bail-jumpers or a long night at the hospital. She even dressed differently-she wore a lot more color than she did before she met Killian. Henry knew that none of it was to impress him, either. His mom did this because she truly was happier, and finally in the right place it seemed.

Killian entering their life was one of the best things that had happened to them, and Henry hoped with all of his heart that he would stay.

(Though, he really had no reason to believe Killian wouldn't stay).

Killian was kind of like a mix between an older brother and a father figure to Henry. And, he really didn't care that he was his doctor. Killian knew what would be beneficial for Henry, which helped with trying to get rid of his cancer. Henry knew that Killian would put his life on the line for him and his mom, and for that reason, Henry loved him. A lot.

And it was clear he loved his mother more than anything in the world.

Henry knew Killian had been married before-he thought he heard him and his mother talking about it one night. If he remembered right, Killian had lost her from the very disease Henry was fighting. Henry never wanted to bring it up, not even to Emma, but he was curious regardless. Killian obviously had set it behind himself, but there had to be something missing.

"You feeling alright, lad?" Killian whispered, making Henry look up to him.

"Um, yeah, just thinking." Henry said.

"You sure? You know you can tell me anything." Killian replied with a smile.

"I just, um... I have a question." Henry spoke softly.

"Of course." Killian smiled, "Is it about your-"

"Not quite." Henry interrupted, "I wanted to ask about your wife."

The question clearly caught Killian off-guard, causing him to flatten his lips and blink a few times. He looked to Emma, who was still sound asleep, and gently moved her so she was leaning against the window. He turned back to Henry with a sigh, offering a sad smile.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want." Henry said, "I didn't realize it was-"

"No, no, it's quite alright." Killian replied, "It's something you should know."

Henry closed his book entirely, turning his full attention to Killian.

"What was her name?" He asked curiously.

"Milah." Killian spoke softly with a fond smile, "Her name was Milah."

"That's a pretty name." Henry consoled.

"Yeah, she was beautiful. I loved her with all of my heart... even through the rough stages of her cancer. She died too young, and... After she died, I feared I would never love again."

Henry furrowed his brows.

"That is... until I met your mother. Emma." Killian breathed, "She changed everything."

"Everything?"

"I love her with my whole being, Henry. She showed me that I could love again, that I could still live while I'm alive." Killian smiled.

"So you do love her." Henry grinned.

"Of course I love her. She's amazing." Killian chuckled, turning to give Emma a loving glance.

"You know, she and I are kind of a package deal."

"I figured as much."

"And you're okay with me having cancer?"

"Henry, all I want is for you and your mother to be happy. I would be honored to be by you and your mother's side, no matter the circumstances." Killian replied.

"I approve." Henry nodded.

"I beg your pardon?"

Henry leaned close enough to whisper into Killian's ear.

"I saw it."

"What?" Killian asked, pulling away.

"I promise I won't say anything." Henry smiled, holding his pinky out, "I pinky promise."

Killian chuckled and linked pinkies with him, giving him a knowing smile.

"Well, thank you, lad. This has been a great chat."

"Thank you for being honest. And loving my mom."

"I'll always love her. And, I'll always love you, Henry." Killian smiled, tugging him close.

"I love you, too, Killian. Thank you for staying."