He opened the door to find her standing there, crying. Emma had left their home in a fit of anger about an hour ago.

Killian had not expected to see her the rest of the night, but here she was. Without saying anything he opened the door further to let her in. As soon as he turned toward the room from shutting the door, she was in his arms.

He pulled her close, his hook finding its place at the base of her back while his hand buried itself in her hair. His face found her neck and he breathed in a scent that was uniquely Emma.

She was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry I overreacted. You were right. I should have never went into that fight alone and put our child at risk."

"It matters not, love. You are here now and both of you are in one piece. That is all that matters."