Chapter Ten

Sunday flew by faster than Emma though it would. Before she knew it, it was five o'clock and she had not even begun to get ready for her date. She was very nervous, considering the last date she went on was in high school. She climbed into her claw-foot bath tub in the hopes that a bath would help her relax and she needed to shave her legs too.

Emma was contemplating what to wear. Killian did not offer any specifics as to where they were going or what they would be doing so she did not know how to dress. She had no choice. Emma had to do what every other girl would do before going out on a big date; she called her sister.

Elsa was driving back from her sister-in-law's house. She had just dropped off the kids for a while so she could run some errands. Liam had to work so she was able to have a little time alone. Her phone rang so she put it on the speaker for hands-free talking. "Hello Emma." She greeted.

"Hi Elsa. Listen, I don't want to wear. Killian didn't specify where we were going or what we're doing so I'm having trouble deciding on an outfit." Emma said.

"Well, whatever you decide to wear, just be comfortable." Elsa encouraged.

"I have a fourteen inch scar down my chest. If I wanted to be comfortable I would go in my sweats." She told her sister truthfully.

Elsa chuckled. "No, well I wouldn't go that far. Oh, and whatever you do, don't shave your legs."

"Why?" Emma asked, as she picked up her razor.

"Well," Elsa replied. "Then you know you won't let it go too far."

Emma was shocked her at her sister's insinuation. "Elsa, it's a first date."

"Yeah, well I married a first date, missy." Elsa told her. "This is what happens. You're out with a guy, you have a few drinks and then suddenly everything they say sounds brilliant." Elsa paused, thinking about her own experience. "I'm telling you, hairy legs are your only link to reality."

"You should needlepoint that on a pillow." Emma told her.

Elsa chuckled. "I just might. It kept me a virgin until you know….whenever." Elsa kids about how she and Liam got together, but she would not have it any other way. She is happy that married him.

"Okay, I gotta get ready. Bye." Emma said. She could not stifle her laughter, even after she hung up. Well, her sister was no help at all, with the exception of a good laugh.

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Killian was getting ready as Smee watched him from the bed. He had already changed his outfit four times. He was so nervous about this date. He emerged from the adjacent bathroom, wearing a blue button-up shirt and a pair of black pants. "What do you think, boy?" He asked his companion. "Is this a good one?"

Smee barked in response. Killian took that as a yes because the dog remained silent when he had the other outfits on. "Okay, good." He said, as he walked back in the bathroom to put on a little bit of cologne. Then they headed downstairs.

Killian had seemed to misplace his keys. He was searching his coat pocket when his cell phone rang. He knew it was Robin before he even pulled it out of his pocket. He pushed the ignore button, knowing that Robin would want him to go out and have a drink. Killian was not ready to tell him that he had met someone. He did not want to put the cart before the horse. If the date goes well, then I'll tell him, Killian told himself.

He walked over to the table to find his keys and his wallet lying next to each other. He quickly grabbed them and headed towards the door. Smee gave him a sad look, knowing that he was leaving. Killian knelt down in front of him and scratched behind his ears. "Look boy, I'm going out with a woman that I'm actually excited to be going out with." He told him. "We don't want to be alone forever, right?" The dog's expression did not change.

He gave Smee a kiss on the top of his head. "Be a good boy. Henry will be by in a couple of hours to walk you. I'll see you tonight." He said as he walked out the door. He was not worried about the dog because he knew that Smee would be waiting by the door for him to come back.

Killian looked at his watch and then started the truck. He was going to be on time to pick up Emma. He just had one more stop to make.

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David, Mary-Margaret, and Regina were at the bar in the restaurant, enjoying a drink. They were going over the changes in the specials they would serve this week. Emma came down the steps, wearing a pink blouse and a knee length khaki skirt. She chose to wear flats just in case there would be a lot of walking involved in the evening's activities. Her hair was pulled back into a long ponytail. She cleared her throat to get their attention as she walked towards the bar.

All three of them looked at her. David and Regina were smiling while Mary-Margaret looked like she was on the verge of crying. "Oh honey, you look beautiful." She told her daughter.

Emma blushed. "Thanks, Mom."

"Well, look out Killian." Regina said. "He's not going to know what to do, having such a hot date."

David's smile disappeared. "That makes me feel better, Regina, thanks." He said.

Mary-Margaret walked over to her. "I would hug you but I don't want to wrinkle your outfit…Let me get the camera."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Mom, it's just a date. It's not like he's taking me to prom." She told her. Her mother was not listening because she left to go get the camera anyway.

Regina put down her drink. "Emma, Killian is way better looking than that guy you went to prom with." Regina admitted.

Emma smiled. "He is, isn't he?"

David walked back behind the bar. "I'm going to get another drink. Anybody want anything?" He asked trying to change the subject.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Ignore him." She said. Mary-Margaret reappeared with the camera. Before Emma could react, her mother was taking pictures of her.

"Wow, I really need to get my own place." She said.

Mary-Margaret ignored her comment. "Hey, give me a break. Elsa's married with kids. I need to have new and exciting reasons to use this camera." She responded.

Then the moment had come. There was a knock on the door. Emma and David looked nervous while Mary-Margaret and Regina were smiling. "Here we go." Mary-Margaret said, almost singing.

Emma opened the door to find Killian on the other side. He had a black leather jacket on over his blue shirt. "Emma, you look stunning." He told her.

She smiled at him. "Now, that's a compliment." She told him, referring to their previous conversation. "Wow, Killian…you look."

"I know." He interrupted. "Don't worry, I plan to entertain you with more than just my good looks." He said as he stepped inside. His expression changed when he saw Emma's parents and Regina standing by the bar, David glaring and the others grinning. He decided to change the subject while pulling a red rose out from behind his back. "For you." He told her.

Emma was surprised. No one has ever gave her a flower on a date before. "Thank you." She said as she took the rose from him.

Both Emma and Killian felt six pairs of eyes on them. Emma decided now would be the perfect time to leave. "Well, Killian we better get going before my dad decides to give you his over-protective dad speech." She said.

Killian turned toward David. "Well, you can spare yourself the trouble, mate. I assure you, your daughter is in good hands." He said.

David's expression did not change. "That's exactly what worries me, knowing that you have two of them." He replied.

"David?!" Mary-Margaret said, while smacking her husband.

Emma rolled her eyes. "I can take of myself." She told her father.

David refused to quit. "You sure you don't want me to drive you?" He asked.

"Goodbye, Dad." Emma said, while giving her father a "cut-it-out" look. Then she looked at her mother and Regina. "Bye." She told them, as Killian ushered her out the door, smiling the whole time.

The women waved back at her. "Have fun you two!" Mary-Margaret called after them.

David made sure the door locked behind them. Then he turned towards the women. "I wasn't too hard on him, was I?" He asked, hoping to get sympathy.

Regina took another sip of her wine. "I think you have forgotten about how I interrogated you when you picked your wife up for your first date…And I remember that I actually made you sweat." She said proudly.

David rolled his eyes at her. "I don't recall that happening." He lied.

"Oh please. We had to stop at the store so you could buy another shirt because the one you had on was soaked." Mary-Margaret reminded him. She walked over to him and put her arms around him. "Emma will be fine. At some point, you are going to have to let her go and let her live her own life." She told her husband.

"I know, but I don't want to." He said, finally admitting the truth not only to himself but also to the women in his life.

Mary-Margaret planted a kiss on his right cheek. "Well, too bad." She said. "Because whether you like it or not, this is going to happen. I have a good feeling about their date." She let go of him to sit on one of the bar stools.

David looked at the door. "Yeah, me too." He reluctantly said. He let out a huge sigh before he went back to his seat.

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A/N: So this one is a little shorter, given that the last one was so long. Notice anything familiar? I had to put it in there. Up next, the big date and it will not be like the one in the show. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think.