Killian has some vulnerable moments, Emma finds out what happened in their kiss and generally just a lot of feel good fluff.

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"Your...phone is making noise." Killian said, bringing it to Emma in the kitchen.

She stood in front of the stove wearing the same pajamas she was wearing the day he first came to her apartment in New York. Instead of eggs, she was making French toast. Humming along to a song only heard in her head, his breathe caught in his throat at just how happy she was. It felt like such a rare sight to see her like this and Killian could only dare to hope it would be a frequent occurrence.

"It's my mom. You could have answered it." She smiled at him.

Texting Henry at her request was one thing, but answering her phone when her mother was on the line was quite another. Did they even know he was staying here? Sure they decorated a room much to his liking but even that wouldn't be nearly as intimate as speaking to her mother at eight in the morning.

"Hi mom" Emma practically sang into the phone. "Oh, I'm just making French toast for breakfast... He's at Regina's, should be here this afternoon...for Killian and I."

Hook gulped.

"How's my baby brother? ...Yeah, sleep deprivation is no fun. How is dad taking it? ...Tonight?! But you just said...no, I know. But it hasn't even been two weeks. You're not supposed to be this functional! Are you sure? Really? ...Fine, seven o'clock. We'll see you then."

Setting her phone on the counter, Emma dipped a slice of bread into the cinnamony egg batter. It was her one culinary secret, only egg yolks, cream instead of milk, a tablespoon of sugar, a teaspoon of vanilla and a heavy dose of cinnamon made the best French toast in the world. Well, she and Henry thought so at least.

It had barely been a minute but he couldn't take it anymore. "What is at seven love?"

Emma looked up from her assembly line of bread and egg batter. "Oh, my mom is crazy, it hasn't even been two weeks since she gave birth and we just had the coronation last week but she's determined to throw a family dinner."

"I'm sure it will be splendid. Your parents are known for throwing lovely parties." His smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

Emma studied him for a minute before she realized why. "Uh, you're coming with me and Henry. Why would you think you weren't invited?"

He had trouble meeting her eyes. "You tell your mother that you're making me breakfast when it's obvious I've stayed the night and I'm supposed to believe I would be invited to dinner. The last thing your parents want is their daughter with a pirate, that I'm sure of. They're likely too wrapped up in your new sibling to deal with me yet."

"Hey" she said softly reaching for his hand. "My mom was in on decorating that room. She knows you are staying here. That I want you here. My father helped you plan a date. Apparently the entire diner saw us kissing. You followed me through a frickin time portal and helped me have my parents fall in love. What is it going to take for you to accept you're part of my life, Henry's life, that you're welcome here?"

"I just..." He didn't know what to say. Granted he had spent the last two years being a part of something but he had centuries of not and it wasn't something easily overcome.

"Face it Captain, you're just part of the family now" she teased, squeezing his hand.

"Why do I feel as though I should prepare for the bloody inquisition then?" He asked.

Emma laughed. "Probably wouldn't hurt. I didn't say this would be easy. But we'll get through it fine. Now help me with breakfast." She handed him a jug of orange juice and pointed at the two glasses on the counter.

...seven o'clock...

They were almost running late, all because a certain pirate took forever to get dressed. Not a Prima Donna at all, Emma huffed from the bottom of the stairs. "Come on you two!" She called up the stairs.

Henry had returned home an hour earlier and was supposedly helping Killian get ready.

"Are you sure this looks okay? I feel bloody ridiculous." Hook asked. He was wearing jeans, a button down shirt and a vest. All of his usual jewelry remained.

"I'm telling you, it's fine. Now come on, mom hates to be late." Henry was beginning to sound exasperated.

"If it's not fine, I'm bloody well blaming it on you." Killian grumbled and followed Henry down the steps.

Emma smiled and raised and eyebrow when she saw him. "So you really do clean up nice when not in leather." She whispered as he helped her put on her coat.

...

Mary-Margaret had made a beef and vegetable stew, a loaf of homemade crusty bread, a large garden salad and double chocolate brownies.

The smells were tantalizing, stopping the three of them in their tracks as soon as they walked through the door.

"It smells so good in here." Henry said flipping into a chair.

"Seriously, how did you do all this in one day?" Emma asked.

"Your mother has a talent for pulling together a feast on short notice. I blame it on the dwarves." David replied.

Killian stood awkwardly until Emma grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the chair next to her. "Relax pirate" she whispered. He noticed she didn't let go of his hand, instead resting them on the table in front of them. He caught David's raised eyebrow and the grin from Mary-Margaret. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad if at least her mother was on their side already. Despite all the looks and comments in Neverland and since he brought Emma back from New York, Killian knew he was slowing beginning to win her father over.

"So you're living with my daughter and grandson." David stated, causing Emma and Henry to both choke on their drink.

Or maybe not.

"Aye." Killian wasn't sure if he wanted to elaborate.

"While it is common in this realm, I'm still not completely sure I approve of it." David said bluntly.

Killian decided to try honesty. "If I were in your shoes mate, I can't say would necessarily feel different. But I appreciate Emma's generosity and I quite enjoy spending time with them both."

This appeared to placate David for the time being as he just nodded and helped his wife bring dishes to the table.

"Wine or would you prefer rum, Killian?" Snow asked, smiling warmly at him.

"Wine is fine, milady."

They ate in silence, but not an uncomfortable one. Killian could not get over how delicious all of the food was. He knew how to cook the very basics but without a real kitchen on his ship, he chose to leave the better meals to when he visited a tavern.

"I think I wish to learn to cook like this ." He didn't realize he had spoken the words aloud until Snow enthusiastically responded that she would love to teach him.

"Oh, I...you're much too busy taking care of your young royal."

"Nonsense. Babies sleep. Sometimes even for hours. How about Wednesday?" Snow was practically bubbling with excitement. Not only would it give her a chance to politely inquire from him how his relationship with her daughter was going, but she had a feeling the pirate would soon get bored of just sitting around.

Killian glanced at Emma who nodded encouragingly. "If you insist milady."

"I do. Come over around noon."

He nodded. Meal complete, she rose to began clearing dishes. Emma immediately jumped to help her. Killian rose to do so as well, but David's hand on his arm stopped him. "I think Emma wishes to speak to her mother about something." He nodded in their direction. Killian followed with his eyes and saw them speaking in hushed tones. Bloody lovely he thought.

"You're intentions of my daughter?" David asked.

Killian blanched at him. With a hint of irritation in his voice he responded "I thought I made my intentions about your daughter perfectly clear when I returned to bring you all to Neverland, what I confessed in the Echo Caves, when I went to New York to bring her back, when I was cursed by Zelena and when I followed her through a damn bloody time portal." He practically spat out the last words.

"Just teasing you. I do remember what a certain Prince Charles said to me about his princess. The ends of the world or time? I hope your journey, in that sense, has ended." David looked thoughtful.

Killian just stared at him not sure how to reply when David asked him another question. "When did you realize you loved her?"

"Somewhere between being chained at the top of a beanstalk with an angry giant and getting knocked over the head with a compass." Killian replied dryly.

"So much like her mother." David grinned. His tone turned serious again. "I'm trusting you not to hurt her."

Holding up his right hand Killian looked the prince directly in the eye and said "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Let's go see what Henry is doing." The prince gestured for him to lead into the living room.

"Can I ask you something?" Emma said quietly to her mother taking a dish from her hands.

"Of course Emma. What is it?" Concern immediately crept into Snow's voice.

"My magic came back yesterday. This is going to sound crazy. We were kissing and I accidentally flicked my wrist. We switched bodies and had to go to Gold to reverse it." At her mothers alarmed expression Emma continued. "But that's not what I want to know. After we switched back we kissed again and there was this thing that happened. It was warm and like a static charge between us. But that's not...it isn't..."

"True Love's Kiss?"Snow supplied. "No that is more intense." She couldn't help but be a but excited that Emma looked disappointed. All she had ever hoped for, aside from Emma's safety and well being, is that she could experience a love as true and pure as what she shared with David.

"I'm not saying that you aren't each other's true love, but I think what you experienced is actually a bit deeper. Aside from being in each other's bodies, did anything traumatic happen?"

Emma nodded. "In other to switch back, we had to relive each other's worst times, but they really weren't that bad. I thought I was going to see terrible things but it seemed to just gloss over the pain. Killian said the same thing happened to him."

"As I thought. You created an eternal bond. You've already experienced heartaches with each other and are still in love, so the memories of the worst times were dulled. You'll be able to get through anything together as long as you both believe in each other, in the bond. The bond is just as strong, if not stronger, than the magic of True Love's Kiss."

Emma couldn't help but gasp. Now there was really no doubting that she loved him and no ability to hide it from her mother anymore.

"It's a good thing Emma. Don't let it worry you. You don't need to tell him right away. I'm sure he knows anyway. Now come on, let's see if these men if ours are ready for dessert."

David and Killian both passed on dessert just yet, but Henry could not pass up chocolate if he tried. Emma sat down next to Killian, taking his hand in hers again.

...later that night...

"Sleep in here tonight?" She asked softly.

"But your lad-"

"He's fine with it."

"I'll change and be in."

Emma changed into her own pajamas, pants and a tank top made of the softest cotton. She had just finished unmaking the bed when he came back in.

She immediately curled into him as he settled into her bed. "I didn't peg you for the cuddling type Swan." He teased her.

"I just..." She faltered on the words. "I don't feel like being alone tonight."

Squeezing her tighter he replied "I'll never leave you alone, love."

thought on the eternal bond? I kinda pulled that one out of thin air.