HEY GUYS IM REALLY SORRY I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN A WEEK. TO MAKE UP FOR IT, I AM POSTING 2 CHAPTERS I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Killian awoke suddenly, surprised to find that there were tears in his eyes. Was it all a dream? No, it was quite real. Killian recalled his conversation with Rumplestiltskin.That evil imp. How dare he threaten a baby? My baby! "

Killian? Are you okay?" Emma's voice awoke him from his anger-induced trance.

. "N-no, love I'm fine," He assured her. "Killian, it's okay. You don't have to pretend. We're all upset." Killian nodded, his eyes distant. I did this to her. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I am a terrible father, terrible husband. It's all my fault. Emma sat down on the bench next to him, clasping his right hand. He didn't even look up, his eyes fixed upon an imaginary point in space.

"Killian… Is there something you're not telling me?" Emma asked with concern. "Of course not, Emma." He said, facing her now and squeezing her hand. He was lying.

"Killian…." She warned. "Don't forget about my superpower." Killian's jaw clenched.

"I can't tell you, Emma, no matter how much I want to, I can't."

"I thought we weren't keeping secrets, Killian," She said in a hurt voice.

Killian turned his back to her. "You would understand," He mumbled.

"Would I?" Emma asked, raising her voice slightly. Before he could answer, Emma marched back into the hospital room, leaving Killian alone. If you go after my love, you will surely lose yours. The words echoed in Killian's skull. Rumplestiltskin meant what he said, no matter how delayed the effect was. Killian was losing the people he cared about. He wanted more than anything to march into that room and tell Emma the truth. But this time, Rumplestiltskin hadn't given him that luxury. Rosie would get better at the end of the week, he knew, but this was merely a warning. A warning of what could happen, of what he is willing to do. But the question was, when the day came that Rumplestiltskin required a favor of him, what would he have to do?

Suddenly, Emma came hurrying out of the hospital room. "Killian. There's a situation. We have to check out the Snow Queen's ice cream truck. I just got off the phone with Snow."

"Well then, let's go."

"David," said Emma into her walkie. "We found it, you can call off the search."

"Regina, I would like to talk about this!" Robin Hood pleaded from behind Regina.

Regina sighed. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm about to storm an evil ice cream truck.

Emma walked faster to catch up with Regina. "You know you could have just said 'maybe later'."

Regina heaved a sigh. "Save it. It's enough that I have to deal with you and 'Captain Guyliner' making eyes at each other."

"We do not make eyes!"

"Are you ready, love?" Killian asked, wearing his charming smile. Emma couldn't help but smile back. Dammit! I'm supposed to be mad at him! Regina, Emma and Killian walked down the hill and to the ice cream truck. Its doors weren't locked.

"It appears it's been cleaned out." Killian said, trying to hide his frustration.

"Great," Regina half-yelled in frustration. "Now are we going to question the cow she gets her milk from? Or maybe go to the waffle cone factory?"

"Wait a minute," Emma said, eying the freezer. "Who locks their freezer? Was she afraid someone was going to steal the rocky road?" Killian stepped forward.

"Stand back," he said, breaking the lock in one swift motion with his hook. He had put it on for their mission. Inside were what appeared to be files. Emma rummaged through papers and her mouth fell open.

"Looks like the Dairy Queen has been following me for a long time."

"Since before foster care?" Regina stepped forward, surprise written on her face.

"Since I landed in this world." Emma showed Killian and Regina an old newspaper. Its headline read 7 year old Finds Baby on Side of Road!

Emma sat on a log next to the ice cream truck, rummaging through her childhood relics. Why would she keep all of this? Killian sat next to her. "Are you alright, love?"

"I'm fine," Emma said, denial written in her voice. "It was all a long time ago."

Killian sighed. "Maybe so, but wounds made when we're young tend to linger."

"Oh, yeah? And what would you know about that?"

Killian chuckled. "Believe it or not, love, I was once a child."

"Yeah, like a million years ago," she mumbled.

"It's more like two hundred." Emma forced a smile.

"Emma, you're still mad at me aren't you?"

"What do you think? Hook." She spat out his moniker with as much disgust as she could, knowing the consequences.

Killian's face fell, hurt was in his voice. "I'm doing what I have to do to protect you, Emma."

"You mean like when you thought you were protecting me when you didn't tell me that Zelena cursed your lips?!" Killian's jaw clenched.

"I know you're upset, love, but you have to let this go. You have to trust that I know what I am doing. When you're ready to do that, I'll be waiting." With that, Killian left as quickly as he had come.

Days later…. Rosalie was home, and as happy as ever. If only I were half as happy as Rosie. She knew she should be happy. Her daughter was home, and she was married to the man she loved. But, that man was keeping a secret from her. One that he would never tell her. She knew it was for her own safety, but she could take care of herself. Unless this isn't about me. She sighed as she watched Henry play with Rosalie. She had other, more important things to worry about. The Snow Queen wanted to destroy the town and make her and Elsa apart of her perfect family. But, she couldn't stop thinking about Killian. "You alright, love?" Killian said, sitting down on the couch next to her. Emma didn't look at him. "Come on, we have better things to argue about, don't we?" Killian was answered with silence. "We can't stay like this forever, Emma. You're going to have to forgive me sometime!"

"Oh, yeah? That would be a hell of a lot easier if I actually knew what I was forgiving you for!" Emma shouted, causing Henry and Rosie to look up from what they were doing. Killian looked at his children apologetically as Emma marched down the hallway.

"Sorry, I don't know what she's on about," he lied. "Henry, watch your sister, will you? Emma!" The bedroom door slammed. He opened it swiftly and shut it behind him. "Emma, this has to stop." Emma's hands balled into fists. "Why are you so angry?" There was confusion and hurt in his voice. Emma couldn't stand it. She fell to her knees and began to cry.

"I don't know. I-I just can't help but feel that…this isn't right."

"What's not right?"

"Us, Killian! Us!" The tears in Emma's eyes were flowing freely now.

"Emma… but I-I thought…is that really how you feel?"

Emma shook her head. "I-I just don't know, Killian." At this, Killian scooped Emma into his arms and laid her on the bed. He sat down next to her.

"Well I do know, Emma. I know that I love you more than anything. I would do anything for you."

Emma looked at him, her vision blurry from tears. "But you won't tell me, Killian. You won't tell me."

Henry crouch on his knees, pressing his ear to the door, hearing every word of his parents' heartbreaking argument. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching the door. Before he could run, it opened. Killian looked down at the boy with surprise, and then with a hint of disappointment. He quickly shut the door behind him. "Lad, it's bad form, eavesdropping."

"Sorry, I…," He trailed off.

"Don't be, your mother and I, we have a bit of a disagreement, that's all."

"Because you won't tell her something?" Henry asked, but it was more of a statement.

"Lad, you shouldn't inquire about things you don't understand." Killian scolded.

"But it is true isn't it? Why can't you just tell her?"

Killian's face hardened. "That's enough out of you Henry, go to your room and take your sister with you. I'll call you down for dinner. Killian, bit by bit, was getting more accustomed to disciplining his children, much to Henry's dismay.

"But—"

"Henry… Do as you're told. I've enough things to worry about as is." Henry walked, head hung low, to the couch, and picked up the remote to turn off the TV.

"Henny! No! I watch that," Rosalie protested.

"I know, I know," Henry mumbled, scooping up his sister. He walked down the hallway to his bedroom, glaring at the floor and brushing past Killian purposefully as he approached his door. He opened and closed it swiftly, and the click of the lock seemed to resound throughout the apartment.

Killian sighed. Slowly but surely, he was losing the people he cared about. I deserve it. It's all my fault. It's all my fault.

That night, Killian decided to test the waters by going to bed with Emma. Slowly, he slipped underneath the covers. He knew she was still awake, because the moment she felt the mattress dip, her whole body tensed visibly. He lay down, his chest facing her back. Carefully, he wrapped his good arm around her waist. No. Not tonight. I won't let him hold me tonight. She shrugged his arm off and slid as close to the edge of the mattress as she could. His arm lay outstretched, covering the distance between them. His fingertips grazed the small of her back. This, she could tolerate. But she knew, somehow tonight, she would end up back in his arms. And her prediction was correct.

A few hours later, she awoke, feeling the distinct chill in the air. Their heater was broken, and she was glad that Rosalie was sleeping with Henry tonight. He would keep her warm. But who would keep her warm? She tried to sigh through the chattering of her teeth and the constant movement of her cold body. She reached over to Killian's chest and felt one thing: warmth. She slid herself, back-first into his arms. He must have never gone to sleep because he kissed the top off her head and pulled her deep into his warm embrace. "I love you," He whispered, almost inaudibly. But she couldn't answer him, not tonight.

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