Killian

I awoke with Emma asleep in my arms. I couldn't believe what had happened with her last night. I watched her peacefully sleep with her hair pooled around her pillow we shared. It was blissful to be this close to her again. My fear of never attaining her since I had found her again, finally had ebbed.

Her neck rested on my arm, which was around her shoulders. Just as she usually did. After a few idyllic minutes, Emma stirred in my embrace and moved her head. Her eyes slowly opened, and she stared up at me in confusion, and then realization washed over her face. I used my hand to stroke the contour of her cheek ever so slowly. My fingertips lingered under her chin. I leaned forward just an inch to hopefully kiss her, and I whispered "Good morning, Love." I caressed her arm with my palm.

A slight smile spread across her lips, but it did not reach her eyes. She sighed and glanced the other way to her bedside stand; with the white orchid behind the digital clock with large red numbers, declaring that it was seven fifteen AM. How ironic.

She let out a soft groan and laid on her back, her head resting on my arm, and then looked back at me. She didn't seem as pleased as she did last night to be with me, but it could have been my imagination, since I constantly read her expressions.

She pressed her lips into a rather forced smile and gradually sat up. "Good morning," she said robotically. "Coffee time," she added. She swung her legs over the bed and grabbed her powder-blue robe from a chair in the corner of the room. She swung it over her shoulders and swiftly tied the matching rope around her waist, before she faced me.

"What's the matter?" I asked in a soothing voice. I sat up with the comforter spread on my lap.

She shook her head and mushed her lips together. I had seen that look before. "Nothing." She grabbed some of her clothes, I guessed, that were on the floor and tossed them in her straw hamper near her closet. I could sense awkwardness in her vibes. She smoothed down her wavy, mussed hair with one hand and headed towards the open door with a glance at me. "I'm going to make some coffee, want some?" Her tone was flat and almost emotionless, but perky enough to suggest that she didn't regret anything that happened between us. Or so I hoped.

"Emma?" I said gently as she left the room.

She didn't respond.

Bloody hell, I thought.

I rolled my eyes and forced a grin. "I'd love some," I said after her, pretending not to pick up on her rather unpredictable mood. That persona could mean anything with Emma. Perhaps she was in work mode. She often switched into official work mode in the mornings, dutifully pouring coffee. She also wasn't exactly conscious until she had her caffeine.

I grabbed a throw blanket that was on the foot of her bed and wrapped it around my waist. I walked out of the bedroom, pausing in front of her bedroom. She was pouring water into the coffee maker, her expression blasé.

I smoothed down the back of my head with my hand. "Is it alright if I take a shower?" I asked, flashing a dazzling smirk at her when she looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes roamed over me before she turned around to continue to pour Starbucks grounds into her filter. "By all means," she replied casually with a straight face. "Towels are in the cabinet in the bathroom." She flicked a finger towards the bathroom that was in her bedroom and then faced her coffee pot to switch it on.

I tried to shake the feeling that she was in her avoiding-mode again, but I had to keep in mind that we had moved fast last night, so it was a lot happening between us in not even a week since I had moved here.

I quickly showered and put on my clothes from last night. With everything intact, I walked into the kitchen. Emma was seated on one of her chairs in front of a coffee table, looking at her phone in one hand, and a white coffee mug in the other. She glanced up at me. A tight smile lingered on her lips. "Help yourself to the coffee in the pot." She said.

I located a brown mug in the cabinet above her coffee pot. The fresh, roasted coffee aroma was refreshing. I poured my cup and made my way to join Emma. I didn't want to rush out of her apartment right away.

I sat in a loveseat and faced her with my coffee mug in my hand. I took a sip, studying her. Her eyes flickered upward at me, then she looked at her phone again. She took a sip of her coffee. I realized she was dressed for the day; blue jeans and a white blouse. Her hair was combed down around her face.

The intensity was awkward. "You sure everything is alright?" I asked softly, as if asking about the weather.

Her eyebrows shot up, seeming surprised at my inquiry. She set down her coffee mug and faced her body toward me. "I'm fine." She slowly shook her head as if not wishing to talk about it, "I just…have to get ready to get on another case. My boss called me."

I attempted to maintain my sincere, adoring smile at her, but I felt it falter a little. I averted my eyes down at my coffee and arched an eyebrow at her. Our eyes met. Her gaze was apologetic, but earnest. I nodded once. "Alright, I can see I might have overstayed my welcome." Perhaps I was manipulating just a little bit. "I should go and let you get on with your day." I reached over to the coffee table in front of me to set down my coffee.

"It's not like that, I just…" She paused in her words, and sighed. She lifted a hand and dropped it in her lap as we made eye contact again. "Look I really do need to work on my next case today. But I also just need a day to…think about all this." Her eyes shifted towards the bedroom.

I nodded and licked my lips as I looked down at my hand, and hook. "Aiye, I understand, Love."

After a beat of silence, I lifted my eyes. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. I wanted to kiss her again so badly but something in her eyes; caution, maybe, stopped me from doing so.

She forced a smile at me. Her eyes were slightly worried, but mostly, I could see a sparkle of intrigue in them. She may be confused about us. She whispered sincerely, "Just give me maybe a day or two. I need to focus on this new job I accepted, and then I'll call you." She gazed at me seriously. Clearly she didn't want to talk about us having sex and what it meant.

I smiled adoringly at her. I liked the way she offered me hope that this wasn't it for us. A one night stand. But I also could read the trepidation on her face. She seemed scared, which bothered me. I wanted to soothe her worries, because she did seem like she was afraid of getting close to me again. I couldn't come on too strong right now. I remembered that she was afraid of getting hurt again from Neal. Those wounds were still fresh within her.

"So you do want to see me again?" I flirted with a seductive smile.

She glanced sideways as if considering my question. She locked eyes with me and stifled a smile. "Possibly."

I would respect her response. This time, dealing with her lack of memories, I had to be diligent, yet careful I didn't have a magic potion to give to her to drink this time. I had to assist her on my own this time, if I hoped to gain trust from her to believe what I was ready to tell her. About us, about our family, and our future.

"Anything you wish, Miss Swan."

Her brows shot up, but her eyes softened at my old/new nickname for her. She nodded appreciatively. She seemed apprehensive, yet slightly fond of me, by the way she glanced at me.

"Talk to you soon," she said in a departing tone, as she reached for her coffee cup and gave me another soft, polite smile. I had to admit she was basically begging me to leave.

I prayed that she wasn't being superficial by promising a phone call. I couldn't help but notice she was brushing me off. But if she needed space and time, I needed to just wait. That was a difficult feat for me.

I rose to my feet and flashed her a smoldering smile. "I hope so. I would love to see you again." I stared at her endearingly before I turned to leave her. I didn't want to push anymore, because it was obvious she didn't even want to touch me or kiss me since last night. As elated as I was after a heavenly night with her of making love, I wasn't certain if I should be excited about our flourishing relationship, or concerned that she didn't seem sure about me anymore. Hopefully she had gained trust in me after everything we had done thus far.

I would find out in a day or two.

If she didn't contact me, I would need another strategy.

I walked across the apartment corridor, and fetched my keys from my pocket, and unlocked my apartment door. I entered and closed the door. I saw Snow and David seated next to each other on a sofa. Hope was in Snow's arms. They looked at me in surprise. Henry was seated by his computer with his phone in his hand. He looked like he was frozen in his movements when he saw me.

David glanced at Snow and then at my daughter. David and Henry exchanged a look. David cleared his throat. "Hey there, Hook." He said casually as he looked away.

I nodded at David with a pleasant smile before I glanced around the room nervously. This was a bit awkward.

Snow grinned at me. "So! Hope is awake now." She lifted her in both hands underneath her arms. Her eyes were wide as she looked around curiously. "She had a restless night."

I looked at Henry who pressed his lips together, and looked sideways. He had wide eyes as he faced his computer and picked at his keyboard with his fingers. He pretended to be engrossed in the computer screen.

I scratched the back of my head, realizing that everyone knew what had happened. It was the walk of shame. Not that it didn't matter; we were technically married. I smiled back at my family and made my way in front of Hope.

David said nonchalantly, "Think I'll go grab us some donuts. Want to come with me, Neal?" He held his sons hand as the little boy bounced up excitedly from his spot on the living room carpet.

"Morning everyone." I said cheerfully and nonchalantly. I leaned down to get on eye level with Hope. "Good morning little Love." I kissed her forehead. She blinked and gawked at me. She smiled and then sucked on her fist. I looked up at Snow.

"Thank you so much, for looking after her. I am sorry I didn't…" I sat down and realized that anything I would say would be pathetic.

"That's okay," Snow said buoyantly as she lifted Hope and placed her in my arms. "This is what family is for. You've got things to take care of with Emma." She blinked a few times as if realizing the irony in what she said. She stifled a smirk.

I held my daughter close to my chest. I didn't want to respond to Snow's comment.

Hope gazed up at me, and wiggled in her light pink blanket. She resembled Emma more and more every day. "I missed you," I murmured sweetly to Hope. I patted her back.

"So any luck with getting Emma to believe the truth yet?" David asked. He stopped in front of me and looked at me indifferently. It was easier to talk to him like this, where moving on to another real topic was much more significant than the obvious.

I frowned. "Truth is, mate, I haven't attempted to convince her yet." I said with a wistful smile at all of the expectant faces. "I hope to in a day or so." Hope started to whimper and then let out little cries. "When I hear from her."

"She's been doing that," Snow said with a gesture of her hand at Hope. "Fussier than normal. I'm thinking she may be developing colic."

I stared down at my baby, who cried a little harder. Her face was red. I bounced her and murmured soothingly, "Shhhh Love. It's alright." She continued to whine. I gently lifted her to a sitting position, proud of myself of managing with one hand. I hoped that it was only colic she had, although that was discomforting for her as it was.

I held my other arm in front of her, so she wouldn't collapse over. She fussed more.

David took Neal by the hand and headed for the front door. "We'll be right back. Going down to Dunkin Donuts." They left the apartment.

Henry stood with a proud expression and handed me a five by seven photo. "I have an idea to help. It may shock Mom, but its proof." He showed me a wedding photo of Emma and I. Emma was in my arms, and both of us were grinning blissfully at each other. She had her white wedding gown on, and her hand was on my shoulder, showing off her new wedding band.

Henry wore a pleased grin.

Relief washed over me. I gawked at the glossy photo in awe. "Where did you get this?" I asked, amazed. This could help convince Emma what needed to be revealed to her, and luckily, it would break this spell she was under. I looked forward to it being sooner rather than later to finally have that discussion with her.

Snow was grinning ear to ear as she looked at me.

"From my phone. I took it from the wedding." He held up his iPhone with his other hand to show me. "I was able to do it. Took a lot of internet and wiring, but I managed to print it out."

"Well done, Henry," I exclaimed. I clasped his shoulder fondly, then averted my eyes back down to the wedding photo. I yearned for her to revert back to my old Emma. "She surely couldn't deny this."

Hope continued to cry.

Snow reached for her and cradled her in her arms and began to pace the floor. Snow said to me, "I know it isn't the story book. But that should suffice."

"I'm sorry you all had to take care of Hope for me last night." I said, as I ticked my eyes between Henry and Snow. I felt guilty for not warning my family that I may not return last night.

Snow shook her head. "Don't worry about Hope. You worry about Emma." She paced through the living room and placed hope on her shoulder.

Henry sat beside me. I held the glossy photo and met Henry's eyes again. He was smirking at me.

I admired the photo of my wife and me. It was taken right after our vows. "I suppose it is time to try to tell her who I am, and who she is. Although it may shock the hell out of her. I hope she doesn't send the bloody police on me again."

Henry shrugged confidently and gestured at his master piece. "Pictures don't lie." He smirked and held out his palm to indicate the new printer behind him, next to the desktop computer. "I saw Mom the other day in the hallway by the way. It is weird that she doesn't know who I am. But you're right, she is way younger. It's kinda surreal. Hard to believe she is eighteen. I have a theory that she won't stay that way, once she believes."

I nodded. "I'll bring her back to us, don't you worry." I gently squeezed Henry's shoulder. He seemed soothed by my confidence. It was difficult to wait on Emma again to contact me. The look in her eyes when she awoke this morning, and her indifference towards me, made me uneasy. It was almost as if it had been a one night stand, according to her. Which was odd. I took into account that Emma was a teenager, and that she was still picking up the pieces of her heart still. Henry gave my arm a squeeze back.

"Don't worry about Mom. You've come so far. We've been here for a week." Henry said.

"Aiye. I know she has feelings for me now. I feel she doesn't trust me yet. But I think I'll go back over there." I dipped my chin down to encourage myself. "Make her fall in love with me again." I smiled at Henry confidently.

Henry pursed his lips and concealed a smirk as he looked sideways. It was clear he was thinking about the fact that I had stayed with his mother last night. "Not much to complain about, Hook." Henry said. I smiled, feeling light hearted again, which helped drown my discouragement of Emma's "cold shoulder" attitude towards me earlier.

Hope's wails grew louder. Snow murmured soothingly at her, but nothing pacified her. She patted her back and moved her in another position in her hands.

"Why don't you let me take her," I offered. I set the photo on an end table next to the sofa I was seated on. "You've looked after her all night." I held out my arms. Snow placed hope in my arms. I cradled her close to my chest.

I whispered to Hope, "What's the matter? Does your belly hurt?" She looked at me with teary eyes and started to wiggle and stretch her body. Her face was bright red as she started to cry again. I bounced her but she didn't stop. I planted a kiss on her forehead, but all she did was wiggle uncomfortably and move her fists around in circles.

Snow picked up a little infant bottle from the kitchen counter and walked over to me and held it for Hope to drink. Hope started to suck on it, but then wailed again as she moved her mouth away as she scrunched up her eyes.

"There's not much we can do for colic," Snow said with a sympathetic smile. She rubbed Hope's stomach gently. Hope wasn't pacified. "Her little body may not like this formula." She held up the bottle. "We might try soy." She nodded.

The front door opened. David and Neal walked inside with Regina behind them. She seemed relieved and bewildered all at once.

"Mom!" Henry exclaimed. He rushed toward Regina and the two of them embraced.

David closed the front door. "I found Regina in the lobby."

Regina held Henry's face. "Thankfully you look the same."

"How did you get here?" asked Henry.

Regina's gaze floated around the apartment, then back at henry. "Gold sent me. I thought I'd come to help you."

Snow stood in front of Regina with a smile. "I'm glad you came. Have any of you seen the beast?"

Regina shook her head. "We know a few things though." Regina described the latest information about the hell beast.

"So why would it drop Emma here?" I asked. Hope started to shriek again.

Regina faced me. "We still don't know that. Have you found Emma?"

I nodded. "She lives in this very building. Across the hall. She has no memories yet."

"Well I suggest you get on that. Or have you attempted to do so?"

I shook my head. "Not yet. She's withdrawn from me."

Everyone had puzzled expressions. "That's not what we thought," Snow said to me with a sliver of humor in her tone.

"That never stopped you before," Regina said to me as she gave me her cocky once over and her sassy smirk.

"Who said I was bloody stopping?" I chided back.

I rubbed Hope's back and bounced her softly. She persisted to cry. I paced the room again. She hugged Henry to her side.

Regina approached me to study Hope. "What's wrong with her? Did you try feeding her?"

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Aiye, she must have colic."

"Oh no," Regina groaned. "That's the worst case, other than being cursed. Here." Regina held her palm over Hope's stomach and concentrated, with her fingers splayed.

I flinched Hope back away from Regina. "Be careful with her," I warned.

"I'm just trying to soothe her stomach." Regina retorted. She cut me a dirty look, probably for not displaying trust in her. "It's not like I would hurt your baby."

I allowed her to gently touch Hope's belly. After a few moments, Regina shook her head. "My magic isn't working here."

Hope grunted and cried a bit louder. I tenderly kissed Hope's head. Regina reached her palms out for Hope. "Do you mind if I hold her? I'm sure I can try to soothe her. I've raised a child before."

I passed my daughter to Regina. Hope writhed uncomfortably as Regina hushed her and patted her backside. Hope kept wailing. Regina cooed at her and placed her on her shoulder and walked back and forth in the living area. "I'm going on a limb here, but I'm pretty sure Hope here misses her mother."

I was certain that Regina was right.

Emma

I couldn't believe that I had given into Killian, and slept with him so easily. I had not planned on that happening. I had feelings for him, and those emotions took over me. With Killian, I couldn't control myself. Although I hated to lose control. What worried me the most, was that he had power over my heart, and it was so easy to melt into his arms when he was with me. Part of me wanted to not call him, and hope that he would get the hint. But the other part of my heart wanted to call him.

I sat at my island counter in the kitchen, perched on a stool, and stared at my cell phone. I had entered Killian Jones into my contacts. I picked up my coffee cup and took a long sip. My boss hadn't called me with details yet on my new case, I only knew I would start one today. I couldn't stop thinking about Killian. Of how he kissed me and held me in bed, cuddling me in his arms. It was the best feeling I had had in a long time. It was comforting and I couldn't help but think that I could get used to it. He wanted to see me again, and the truth was that I wanted to be with him again too.

I held my phone in my hand and clicked the button on Killian's name. I started to text him:

Hey it's Emma. Just wanted to say something to you. If you're home you can come over.

I clicked SEND and waited for about five minutes. But I received no response. I exhaled, irritated at myself. I never did this; the needy girl who didn't even wait two hours after a guy left her apartment. You're pathetic Emma, I told myself. Don't do this to yourself.

I sighed and checked my phone screen again. No text back yet. What was happening to me? I was diving in head first into this which I hadn't even intended to do. What was he doing to my heart? Was I really falling this hard for him? There was something else other than how gorgeous he was, or how his dazzling smile made my body feel hot. The way he made me tremble and lose all nerve and all willpower…

Screw it, I told myself. What if he thinks that I'm not interested anymore?

I made a decision. I hoped off my stool, and went to my bathroom mirror. I wanted to go for the natural look. I put on some black mascara and clear lip gloss. I threw my hair into a ponytail, and grabbed my red jacket. My armor. Although with Killian, it was a given that my armor with him was shattering. I caved in with him without even thinking.

I had seen the hurt and rejection in his eyes this morning when I brushed him off. I had to face it; I didn't want to lose him. I had tried to push him away only to protect myself, telling myself to not fall for him anymore. But I needed to reassure him I didn't mean to reject him.

I needed to apologize to him.

I grabbed my phone and checked it. No messages. Dammit Killian, what have you done to me? I thought. I opened my front door and headed towards his apartment door. I already knew which one he lived in.

I could hear a baby crying loudly and as I stepped closer to his door, I realized that the infant crying came from inside of his apartment. I frowned at the confusion. Why would a baby be in his place? I checked the apartment number. Was I at the wrong door? Against my better judgment, I knocked on the front door.

I heard footsteps approaching, and the front door opened, revealing Killian's excited yet perplexed expressions. He arched an eyebrow. He smiled nervously, obviously caught off guard.

"Emma," he said. He seemed relieved but there was something in his expression that I didn't like.

I frowned, puzzled. "Killian why is there a baby crying in your apartment?" I glanced behind him. There were quite a lot of people inside. A woman holding the screeching baby; a young boy around my age; an older woman maybe a few years older than me and another man—wait, I recognized him.

Killian glanced over his shoulder and then looked deep into my eyes. "Emma I can explain all this." he said, pleading with me to not run away from him, which I was about to.

I widened my eyes and whispered, "Who are they?" I paused. I couldn't see anyone behind him now. "What is going on, Killian?" I asked in a warning tone as I held up a finger and pointed inside his apartment.

He licked his lips and furrowed his brow as he averted his eyes. He seemed guilty of something, which screamed "liar" to me. I could tell that he had been hiding things from me.

I parted my lips to say what I thought, but he stepped closer to me and said, "They…are people that I am living with."

"Don't lie to me," I whispered. I hardened my eyes and clenched my jaw.

Defeat washed over his face. He seemed gutted that whatever I had walked in on, was not a good thing for me to know about.

"I'm sorry Love, I just…they are my family."

I couldn't breathe. I stared at him, wondering why he hadn't mentioned them. I looked over his shoulder again. The baby was still crying. Things clicked in my mind. "Is that baby…yours?" I asked, my voice still above a whisper.

He frowned and averted his eyes and then met mine boldly. "Yes."

I flinched and took a step back, desperately trying to figure him out. Had he been lying to me this whole time?

His hand touched mine before I could react. He said with panic in his voice, "Please Emma, I was going to tell you about her, about my family when I saw you again, I swear."

My throat dried up. There was a lump in my throat. I glanced over his shoulder and pressed my lips together firmly. Killian had a fearful expression as he stared at me. I sighed. My mind was spinning. "I knew something was off," I whispered.

His hand caught mine and he held it. "Look, I have a baby, yes, but I am not with anyone else, I promise you Emma."

"Really?" I said sarcastically. I was angry now. I felt like a fool. I wanted to know if he was telling the truth. Sadly, I still cared and although I was ready to turn around and leave him and shut him out, I needed to know more. "Then why didn't you tell me about your family?"

His mouth hung open as he tried to speak but he couldn't manage to choose a word to begin with.

I stepped in past him into the entryway, feeling entitled to do so. We were technically seeing each other so I didn't feel I was intruding. Plus I was fuming.

The family that he claimed them to be, all froze and stared at me. Their expressions were a cross between shock, relief and mostly curiosity. My eyes fell on the baby in a tall, dark haired woman's arms. The dark haired woman managed a small smile, as innocent as it seemed, it was strange to me that she was beautiful and around Killian's age, I assumed.

Killian was right behind me. He said, "Everyone, this is Emma."

Everyone said "Hi Emma," in return. There was a small boy too, with light hair, about three years old or so.

I locked eyes with the older man, with blue eyes. It was him. From the bar. "You. The man from the Fat Olives bar," I said. The creep who had hit on me.

The blue-eyed man didn't respond.

I slowly turned to look at Kilian, feeling disgusted. "You have a family?" I whispered to him.

"Emma, I'm so sorry you had to meet them this way, this is not the way I intended this to go," Killian said, honesty and sincerity in his eyes. He looked horrified as he searched my eyes. He took a few steps towards me and said softly, "Please forgive me."

I looked at the dark haired woman with the baby again. She tried to smile endearingly but there was something about her that didn't seem right. Probably that she was holding Kilian's baby and she was beautiful. The baby girl, (I guessed because of the pink bonnet and blanket) was staring at me, wide eyed, not crying anymore. She had to be no more than a week old. She was so alert. It made me think of the baby I gave up. My stomach churned. A pang of guilt and sorrow shot through me.

I shook my head and turned to leave. I knew it was rude but this was too much to process. Was it jealousy, or shock, that he did have a family, I didn't know.

I marched towards my apartment. Killian pursued me. He said, "Emma please." He grabbed my hand when I didn't answer him. I reached my apartment door and whirled around as he held my hand. I yanked it back. "Let go of me." I snapped with a glower at him.

His eyes were full of regret and pain. He left his hand there, palm open. "Please, this is not what it looks like," he pointed back at his apartment.

I narrowed my eyes. "No I know exactly what this looks like, and it's obvious you've been lying to me this whole time." I said dryly.

He stepped closer to me until we were within a few inches of one another. "No, Emma, I swear to you I was not trying to hide them from you, I was waiting- "

"Then why didn't you tell me about them?" I stepped back out of his reach. My eyes were teary. "Why did you lie and say you had no family? Obviously with a newborn, you've been with someone not too long ago."

"I'm not," he said firmly. "Just you." Honesty was written all over his face.

I paused. Angry boiled within me, as well as pain over all of this that he had hidden.

"You should have told me everything, Killian. No matter what. You wanted to be with me, yet you sat there and lied to me saying you were alone. An orphan." I knew he had been hiding something but I didn't push it, thinking he had a lot of pain in his past with his wife or girlfriend, and his parents.

He didn't respond. I had caught him with that last comment. His face fell mournfully. "It is not as it seems, it is not like that at all. Please, can we just talk about this rationally?" He waved his only hand towards my apartment. His eyes were begging me to give him that chance.

"Really?" I said sardonically. I was fuming though, and only could process that he had lied to me. "Really, Killian….a baby?" I swallowed hard, my throat closing up. "You didn't bother to tell me that oh, by the way, I have a newborn daughter?" I said with my hands in the air, my voice shakier than I wanted. I sighed and then glared at him. I hated that he could derive so much emotion out of me.

"I was going to tell you as I've said, I didn't mean to keep this from you. There has been a lot that has happened, and I just couldn't find the right timing…"

"But you did keep it from me," I said in a low, stern voice. How had he managed to keep this under wraps? "That does matter. Why would you not tell me with all of that time we spent?" I paused and shook my head slowly.

He looked heavenward as if unable to think of anything to say.

I let out a long breath. "I just need to be away from you right now." I put up my palms.

"Please Emma don't do this," he said, as his hand caught mine again. He moved directly in front of me. His eyes were a little teary, as were mine. "Let me tell you everything." He whispered. He was trying so hard to tell me the truth, whatever it was.

I moved my hand out of his grasp. I stared at him. He seemed like his heart had just broken in two halves. I felt mine was as well. I couldn't trust him now, although I really wanted to.

"This is just too much right now for me Killian," I said sadly. "You've obviously got issues going on," I waved a hand towards his apartment door, "And so do I." I turned around to open my front door.

"Emma I beg of you, please hear me out!" He pleaded, his voice full of emotion and panic. I looked back at him. He looked crushed, like he was in pain. Just like I felt. I was so confused and so tired of being lied to, yet at the same time, I knew he wanted to explain everything and I should hear what he had to say. But then why didn't he before? It made me wonder what else he was hiding. What I saw had to sink in. I wanted to know who those friendly faces were, know his daughter, yet I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just wanted to get away from all of this. It was overwhelming. How could I date him now, knowing he hid things from me? I wasn't ready to be involved with all of this.

I backed away so that I could open my front door. I held his gaze and whispered, "You could have told me before. Because now it just feels like a lie."

I quickly entered my apartment, and then shut the door before he could react.

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