A/n: Well, finally writing a bit for Neal, and I hope it comes across well, because whenever I try to write him, I keep hearing Rene's voice in my head and I really want to make him sound Cajun. Damn that True Blood! LOL I hope you all enjoy it! :D

Maddie: Thank you so much! Don't you dare start making your reviews shorter (unless you want to)! They are seriously some of my favorites that I've ever gotten. I write because I love it, but I also write because I enjoy knowing that my readers enjoy it too, and nothing brings that point across more than a long review that tells me everything you liked about it. You can write me an essay and you won't see me complaining. Lol! The ultrasound tech WAS naughty, but hey, they're human and they slip up. It happened to a lady I know who really wanted to keep it a secret and found out she was having a boy at an early ultrasound. Aw. Not me though, I wanted to know ASAP. xD

Lisa1972: Your review made me laugh, especially with the typo! hehe Of course he'd never let it go. It'd definitely be a point of pride for him. As if his ego wasn't already giant. ;D

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Peace Offering

(18 weeks)

"Nice day out,"

Hook turned around to see David walking towards him. "It is," he replied back, looking around the quiet dock. No one else was around but the two men and the Jolly Roger that had returned to its visible state upon Cora's death.

"Nice ship,"

"Yes, she is. You've seen her," he said, casting the prince an odd look. "Your wife's not on it if that's what you're here for, and Emma left Storybrooke early this morning to take the boy to see his father,"

David laughed and shook his head, "Is that your way of saying 'what do you want'?" Killian only raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an answer. "It's not like that, Hoo- uh, Killian. I came here to see you,"

"Hook is fine for you, Prince. No one's called me Killian in 300 years… unless I was making love to them," he conceded with a tip of his head and a small smirk.

"That's funny, because Mary Margaret calls you Killian," David narrowed his eyes and took a threatening step forward. "You wanna rephrase that?"

The smirk fell from his face and he took a hesitant step back and let out a nervous chuckle. "Easy now, mate-"

Charming stopped and started laughing. "I'm kidding," He was secretly delighted with the fact that he could intimidate the pirate, even slightly. Ever since Hook had been with Emma, he hadn't been nearly as cocky around him. "You fish, right?"

"I sail," Hook corrected him, "I'm a pirate, not a fisherman,"

"But you have fished? You know how?"

"Are you asking me on a fishing trip?" Suddenly, the pirate looked mischievous. What was this, some sort of father-son bonding?

"Well, if we're going to be… family," he hesitated before saying the word, "I think we should talk. Think of it as a peace offering,"

"Family,"

"Family," he repeated firmly, "You're the father of my second grandchild, and my daughter's… father of her child,"

"Aye… I suppose I am," Hook said, beginning to smile at David's blundering attempts at having a conversation with him, "You're not planning on taking my ship," he warned.

"No," David laughed, "there's a river that runs through the woods, just a few miles from town," he motioned with his head in the direction of the forest. "We can walk,"

"Fishing," Hook repeated, as if still expecting a trick.

"If there's something else-"

"How about I just buy you a rum, mate? I prefer drinkable peace offerings,"

~ASMG~

"Dad!"

"Hey kid, how you been?" Neal greeted him with a smile and a hug. "Listen, why don't you put your stuff in the back while I talk to your mom and then we'll go get some lunch?"

"Pizza?"

"Whatever you want," he chuckled, shaking his head as he watched Henry carry his backpack to the extra bedroom in the back of the apartment. "He's a good kid, Emma,"

She nodded, "I know he is,"

"How'd we get so lucky, huh?" he paused, waiting until Henry was out of earshot. "Thanks for letting me take him for the weekend, Em. I know it's hard for you," he glanced down at his feet for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "I'm not exactly the first person you wanna see, but I really appreciate being able to get to know my son,"

"You're his father," she shrugged with a small smile. "Besides, I can't keep him away. I don't know what you did to him the last time, but he… he really likes being here with you,"

"Really?" a look of relief flooded his face. "Considering the first time I asked him to visit, he ran away into the forest, I was a little worried," he joked lightly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Listen Emma, we need to talk sometime, you think we can do that? Maybe when I drop him off Sunday?"

"If it's about us, there's nothing to talk about, Neal,"

"Not about us, about me-" he paused, "about me possibly moving back to Storybrooke. No more of this traveling state to state to see my son,"

"You really want to move back?"

"I'm starting to. What do you think?"

"I would say that that's up to you. What about your fiancée?"

"I still have to talk with her about it, and that brings up other issues. She doesn't know about me, about any of this Storybrooke stuff," he sighed, looking overwhelmed. "I don't know how to tell her,"

"Sounds like you have an important conversation ahead of you,"

"I know, and I'll get to that. I just hate being so far away from my family," he put a hand on her upper arm for a moment before quickly removing it when she looked uneasy, "I've just spent too many years of my life running away from family, Emma. I don't want to do it anymore,"

Emma looked taken aback by his honesty. "Yeah, ok, Neal. We can talk about it sometime,"

"Speaking of family," he gestured to her slightly protruding bump, hidden beneath her black fitted top. "How's the little one doing?"

"Good, it's-we're doing good, Neal. Thanks,"

"So, you and Hook, huh?" he laughed to himself and Emma cast him an unamused look. That had to be about the fiftieth time she'd heard that exact statement, though it was the first time it had happened outside of Storybrooke."I'm sorry, Em, I'm just curious. How did that all happen?" he said, still laughing a bit to himself. "The Hook I remember wasn't the domestic type, in fact, he was the dangerous type," he said, quickly sobering.

"Honestly, I don't know how it happened. But it's working," she said, smiling softly without meaning to. "And he's not dangerous to us, he'd never hurt Henry or me,"

"This is the real thing with him, isn't it?"

"I-" she stumbled, at a loss for words. She hadn't expected this question from him. Mary Margaret, yes, but not her ex-love. The L word hadn't been something she and Killian had said, even though their sexual relationship had spanned 7 months now, and after so many years of guarding herself, it wasn't something she felt comfortable talking about. "I haven't asked myself that yet," she replied, surprising herself at her own honesty, this time.

"Ready for pizza?" Henry asked, appearing from behind his father.

"Sure, buddy. You wanna come with, Emma?"

"No thanks. It's a long drive. I should head back if I want to get back home before it gets too late,"

"Alright, be careful. People can get crazy out here in the city,"

"I will. Thanks,"

"Well, bye, Emma," Neal leaned in slightly and Emma followed suit as they gave each other an awkward, one armed hug goodbye, their bodies barely touching.

"You guys can actually hug, ya know," Henry cut in with raised eyebrows. "Cuz what you're doing just looks really weird,"

Emma and Neal released the others' arm and stepped back, looking uncomfortable.

"I'd better go,"

"Yeah, we'll work on that," Neal joked. "Come on, kid, let's walk your mom out,"

"Whoa," Emma put a hand to her abdomen. "That was weird,"

"What is it?"

"Wow, I think he just kicked,"

"He did?"

"It's a he?" Henry exclaimed, grinning widely.

~ASMG~

"So, Daddy Charming," Hook began after downing his first shot of rum, "What is it that you wanted to talk with me about?"

David drank his shot, grimacing at the taste, "I haven't drank this early in the day in years,"

"Call it a special occasion," Hook encouraged and held up a hand to gesture to Ruby, "2 more, love?"

"Hook, I really don't need-"

He waved his protests off as the shots were set in front of them, "Come on, David, live a little," he swallowed the brown liquid. "Nothing like the real stuff they have back home, eh?"

David reluctantly took his second shot then set it down on the counter loudly, gaining courage in knowing the fact that the alcohol would kick in soon, "Hook, do you love my daughter?"

He choked a bit, "What was that?"

"You heard me, Hook. Do you love, Emma, or are you just screwing around with her as long as possible?" He asked bluntly. "Because if you're going to get scared and leave her again as soon as you realize that you have responsibility, you can just do us all a favor and leave Storybrooke now,"

"Emma told you about that then?"

"Emma didn't tell us a thing. I saw you that morning, Hook. I didn't know what happened, but I saw you cross the town lines, and you didn't come back for almost a month. When Emma told us she was pregnant and you were the father, I didn't think that was a coincidence,"

"I came back to her, didn't I?" He asked quietly, looking guiltily down at his empty glass for a long time before resuming speaking. "The last time I loved a woman, she was murdered in front of me,"

"…I'm sorry,"

"Pardon me if I'm reluctant to use that term lightly,"

"One more each for the bachelor party?" Ruby asked brightly, picking up their used glasses.

"Yeah, please, Ruby. Thanks," David answered before Hook could, and the pirate cast him a surprised look. "And it's not a bachelor party,"

She smiled. "Not yet, maybe," she teased, and David took an audible deep breath, imagining the possibility with dread.

"So now you're drinking?" Hook smirked. "Why the change of heart?"

"I think I might need a few more before this conversation is over. Thanks," he said, passing a shot over to Killian.

"I'll drink to that, mate. Cheers,"

They clinked their glasses together and swallowed their third shots of the afternoon. Again, silence filled the bar as the two men stared ahead, as if both trying to think of what to say next and coming up with nothing.

"So how do you do it?" Killian asked finally.

"What?" David asked, finding that he was enjoying the last shot much more than the first as his head begin to swim.

"Be a father?"

There was a long silence before he replied. "Shit," he said, shaking his head. "Shit, I don't know,"

Hook laughed at the unexpected profanity. "So that's where Emma gets her filthy mouth,"

Charming's head snapped back towards Hook and his eyes burned into the pirate's, assuming it was some sort of innuendo in his newly buzzed state.

"That's… not exactly what I meant," he chuckled. "But if you are the one responsible, I suppose I thank you for that as well,"

"You know, if I wasn't on my way to getting drunk, I'd hit you for that," he said with a short half laugh. "Fortunately for you, I'm a happy drunk,"

"Really, prince. How do you do it?"

"I didn't," he shook his head, "I didn't raise Emma,"

"The wife then?"

"No, we were cursed. We didn't even know Emma until 2 years ago, that's my problem. I don't know how to be a father to an adult,"

"I was wondering how that curse worked. So that's where... all this comes from,"

David nodded, deep in thought. "You know how to be a father, Hook?" he looked at Killian with the utmost sincerity, "You have to be as much of a man when the kid is around as you felt the night you created them," he mused. "You have to be willing to do anything… anything for that child, even if it kills you," There was a faraway, pained look in David's eyes as he remembered how they were forced to make the decision to send Emma away in the wardrobe, unsure of if they would ever see her again.

"And how does one acquire that?"

"You don't. You just have it, Hook. If you're serious about wanting to be there for Emma and your child, as soon as you see that little baby, you'll just have it,"

~ASMG~

Emma opened the door to their apartment later that evening to a man nearly yanking her body in and crushing her with his lips.

"Christ, Emma, what took you so long?" he slurred, pulling her further inside. "I was worried,"

"Wow, I'm really glad I was the one who just walked in. I'm fine," she pushed his chest and took a step back. "You taste like rum,"

"I should, love, I drank the whole bottle," he snickered, "Have I mentioned how much I love your father?"

"Ok, now I'm worried about alcohol poisoning,"

"What are you talking about?" he grumbled, grasping drunkenly at her coat and pulling her back into him. "Dammit, woman, come here,"

"You're totally plastered," Emma scoffed, an amused smile on her face, allowing herself to be drawn into him. "What is this about my father?"

"Who?"

"You were just talking about David?"

He cut her off with a slow, passionate kiss. "Mmm, I'll have to thank him again for that mouth,"

Emma shuddered, scrunching her eyes shut to avoid imagining what he meant by that. "Ew. Ok, let's get you to bed before you kill yourself tripping over something,"

"Only if you come with me,"

"Unfortunately, that's the idea. I'm exhausted,"

"Hopefully not too exhausted, love. I promise I'll make it worth your while," he said in a coaxing, lusty tone.

"Sure, you will," she replied sarcastically, "That sounds great," she continued, leading him into the bedroom. "Come on, whiskey dick," she urged him forward, pulling him by his good arm.

"Whiskey what? Do you have any?"

"Nothing," she shook her head and rolled her eyes, not wanting to explain the term. She turned him to face her. "Easy there, sailor," she warned when he started to sway again. First, she carefully unscrewed his gloved prosthetic hand, setting it on the bedside table, and then she began undressing him, doing her best to steady him so he didn't fall and take them both down.

"Have I ever told you that I love it when you take control, beautiful?"

Emma removed his jacket, then undid the button on his jeans. "Well, seeing as I'm the only one who can stay on my feet, I have to," she teased, pushing him back onto the bed gently so she could yank off his jeans.

He groaned, letting himself fall back onto the bed flat. "While you're down there, love…"

"Shutup, Killian. It's not like you're going to remember this in the morning," she laughed, stripping the pants from his legs, and lifting them onto the bed so he was lying on the bed completely. "You're gonna have a hell of a headache tomorrow. I'd give you an aspirin, but since you're drunk and you've never swallowed pills before, I'm afraid you'd choke. So you're on your own with this one, pal," She crawled into bed next to him so she could cover him with blankets, when he leaned up and caught her in a kiss. She smiled at him when he broke contact, a drunken grin and a look of wonder on his own face. "What?"

"God, I love you, Emma,"