A/N: So... here's the chapter most of you were waiting for haha and I promise we're halfway in this story, there are more things to come by, please let me a review to let me know what you guys think so far! (I'd love to hear your reactions to this chapter, tbh!)
A big thanks to Lim (well-thats-much-better) for being my beta and assuring me things doesn't suck ❤
Disclaimer: I make no claim to these characters
Killian stayed up the whole night looking at different pictures not just of himself, but of his family.
How he missed his mother… and Liam.
Sometimes he just wanted to go back to Storybrooke and tell Liam how sorry he was about everything that had been said between them, tell him that he forgives him, despite the pain that took residence in his heart ever since Liam had walked out of his life years ago…
He managed to get barely three hours of sleep that night, but still decided to get up early because he needed to talk to Robin as soon as possible. Killian picked up his phone and began texting Robin, but his impatience increased so he ended up calling him.
"Hello?" Robin's thick voice sounded through the phone.
"Hey mate, are you at your place?" Killian said quickly.
"What time is it? … Wait…" Killian heard as Robin moved on the other end of the line. "It's eight bloody a.m., what the fuck is wrong with you Killian?!" Robin sounded irritated.
"Robin, mate, I'm really sorry I'm calling you like this but I need to talk to you and it's urgent." Killian said, pacing nervously back and forth around his living room, every now and then glancing at the pictures on the coffee table.
"Couldn't it wait until tomorrow at the office?" Robin sighed.
"No, I need to talk to you now." Killian insisted, running a hand through his hair.
He waited for Robin's answer until he heard him sighing. "Fine, come in thirty minutes, you daft. And you better bring coffee and doughnuts."
"I'll be there in twenty." Killian grinned before he hung up the phone.
Killian drove to Robin's place, feeling really anxious of what would Robin think about this, and what he could tell him about that night that he himself remembered as a complete blur.
He kept telling himself that there was no way… but the temper and physical similarities between Henry and him were just too obvious to ignore.
Once Robin let him in, Killian handed Robin the coffee and biscuits he had bought and they turned towards the dining room to talk.
"What's so important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow Jones?" Robin frowned as they both took a seat across the table from each other.
"Robin… do you remember the night of Emma's pregnancy party?" Killian asked and Robin nodded.
"I guess… why?" Robin asked as he took a bite of a doughnut.
"I remember you mentioned that I came here at wee hours and babbled some incoherently story… I just, do you remember exactly what I said that night?" Killian felt completely anxious to hear about that black spot in his memory.
"Probably, I remember most of it… but why is it so important, now?" Robin raised an eyebrow in question.
"Mate, this may sounds crazy… but I'd been spending a lot of time with Henry lately, and it's like being with myself… we have a lot of things in common and it's just… he reminds me of myself a lot, and I don't know what to think or do about this… I guess I just needed to talk to someone." Killian finally admitted.
"Alright…" Robin nodded, studying Killian before he added "That night you came in here at 4 am and started throwing rocks at my window until I woke up. Then, when I yelled on you to bugger off, telling you that you should be home, you started screaming that the huntsman was daft and he shouldn't take the princess and her ducklings." Robin motioned with his hands as Killian's eyes widened. "I mean, you were pretty drunk by that point, I always wondered how come you didn't pass out; anyway, after that, you said that you were a dreaded pirate who traded and saved the ducklings from the huntsman with the help of Jennifer Aniston but that everything was done in a very bad form." Robin frowned as he tried to remember everything from that night. "That's basically everything I can remember and your 'Be free little ducklings' screams that almost woke up the whole neighborhood." Robin finished his anecdote.
Did Robin really say what he had just heard?
Did he 'saved the ducklings'?
Killian buried his head in his hands as he whispered. "Mate… why have you never mentioned this before?"
"I don't know" Robin's eyes widened comically as Killian lift his gaze to fix it on Robin. "Mate, please don't get mad at me. Because I… I'm just giving you everything you asked, you never asked for it before!" Robin excused himself raising both of his hands in defense.
"But you could've said something Robin!" Killian shook his head in disbelief.
"This was seven years ago! And you were so drunk and talking nonsense, how was I supposed to know trading pirates for huntsmen meant something?!" Robin seemed exasperated and confused.
"Robin, can't you understand?! This means everything!" Killian turned to Robin completely astonished. "Graham is The Huntsman, the Huntsman is Graham; don't you see what that means?"
"Who the fuck is Graham?" Robin blurted out.
"Emma's donor!" Killian stated the obvious. "Graham is The Huntsman, he's the donor! I'm sorry if I didn't mentioned it before…" Killian shook his head and gazed at the ceiling.
It couldn't be happening…
Robin analyzed Killian's words. "Okay, let me figure this… what you're saying is that uhm he's the donor and there was a trade made."
"Aye." Killian nodded.
"Okay, uhm… what kind of trade and with whom?" Robin asked skeptical.
"Oh my god…" Killian covered his face with both hands. "Bloody hell… I mean, you don't think I could… that I could've…" His voice trailed off as he turned to look at a confused Robin.
"You what?" Robin continued asking. "Mate, if you want me to help you with this… help me over here."
Killian closed his eyes before he added "That I could've… traded The Huntsman's ingredient for my…" he motioned to his lower body front part.
"Uh huh" Robin contemplated Killian's response. "Wow, how did that even occurred?" He frowned. "I'm trying to picture all… was there any access to his ingredients?"
"Was there access? … I mean, I don't know…" Killian shut his eyes trying to remember everything he could, until a memory came back….
.
Killian spotted a white container; he tried to read the letters, but everything was a blur.
'Graham Humbert. 30 years'
He chuckled as he picked up the container.
"Huntsman my balls… Pirate ships are better."
Killian opened the container.
"That looked disgusting."
.
Killian's eyes widened as realization suddenly hit him… while Robin muttered something…
White container…
Jennifer Aniston…
Bloody fucking shit…
There was access… the bathroom…
"I think there was access…" Killian stood up abruptly as everything from that night 7 years ago came into his mind, even the black spots of his memory.
"Did it started to come back?" Robin asked, sipping his coffee.
"Aye… there was access" Killian continued running his fingers all over his hair. "Oh my god… I fucking ruined everything mate, with the help of Jennifer Aniston."
"Hold on… Emma knows Jennifer Aniston?"
"Oh my god Robin… I switched it…" Killian wanted to disappear at that moment.
He had bloody switched the sperms.
Fuck.
"Oh…." Robin's voice trailed off before he understood what Killian meant. "Ohhhhhh… That's… oh my god… you switched it? Really?"
"I HIJACKED EMMA'S PREGNANCY!" Killian yelled before bumping his head against the wall lightly.
"Owww…" Robin shut his eyes in empathy. "That's… uhm you know…"
"How is it possible I couldn't remember any of that?!" Killian turned to Robin exasperated.
"Because you were completely bladdered, and you didn't bothered to tell me the whole process Emma was going through." Robin stated the obvious.
"Oh my god Robin, I'm a horrible person…" Killian turned to look at his phone screen. "I must… I need to tell her."
"Wow mate, you're going to tell Emma?" Robin raised an eyebrow. "That's something… huge."
"What are you talking about?" Killian mirrored his expression, raising a brow himself.
"That's quite a challenge, she's a tough lass." Robin used Killian old words about Emma and Killian rolled his eyes at him.
"I know, that's why she deserves to know."
"Don't you better look for a lawyer first? Because, you know… she's a lawyer and could give you a suit for hijacking her pregnancy." Robin teased, but Killian wasn't in the mood for jokes.
"I don't need a lawyer, I just need to be honest with her and tell her everything." He picked his keys and walked to the door.
"Oi, mate wait…" Robin was right on his tracks.
"What?" Killian turned after he opened the door.
"Congratulations you're a father!" Robin smiled teasingly at him.
"Shut the fuck up, Robin." Killian said as he slammed the door.
Killian drove to Emma's apartment feeling concerned and thinking about how was it possible that he had a son with Emma and what was the best way to tell them…
He had a bloody son.
An amazing boy.
He knocked on the door of their apartment loudly until Henry opened the door with a quirked eyebrow that turned into a genuine smile. "Hi Killian."
Killian kneeled in front of Henry to look at his blue eyes, as if it was the first time he looked at him.
It was the first time he looked at Henry as his son…
"Hey lad…" Killian smiled. "What were you doing?" He observed the boy's familiar appearance and his heart skip a beat at the sight of him.
"I was trying to sleep… I had insomnia last night." Henry rolled his eyes, walking back into the apartment as Killian followed.
Henry was so grown-up… he had missed his first years and it killed him… but he was amazed by the extraordinaire work Emma had done by herself…
He had a son with Emma Swan…
With Emma… his Emma…
At the thought of her, Killian remembered the reason behind his visit. "Uhm lad, where's your mom?" he asked.
"In her bath." Henry kept walking before he stopped in his tracks to yell. "MOM, KILLIAN'S HERE".
Killian turned to close the apartment door when he heard Emma's voice from the end of the hall as she said "Oh, okay."
Killian paced back and forth, his body tensing and he could feel the stress and anxiety running through his body, while Henry kept changing the TV channels.
Bloody hell.
"Henry, what are you doing?" Killian furrowed his eyebrows.
Henry rolled his eyes. "Watching TV." He said, still switching from one channel to the other.
"Actually… you're not, you just keep switching channels." Killian motioned with his hands.
"Nope." Henry replied. "I'm watching all the shows at once." Killian exploded and he took the remote control from Henry. "Hey!" Henry turned to Killian, furrowing his eyebrows.
Killian sat at his side, shaking his head. "Listen my boy, we have to do this better." He motioned between them. "Because we're going to be in each other's lives for a very long time, do you understand?"
Henry raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Why are we going to be in each other's life for a long time?" He asked before quirking an eyebrow and sending Killian a skeptical look.
Killian scratched behind his ear in a nervous gesture. "Because I... I'm…" his voice trailed off.
Hold on… You can't tell him he is your son, not yet…
"Uhm, I'm… uhm I'm a friend of your mother." Killian smiled nervously.
Henry just rolled his eyes. "That doesn't means that you're my friend… so, give me the clicker." He tried to take the remote from Killian's hand.
"No, Henry." He stood up in attempt to impose authority.
Authority role Jones? Must be kidding right?
"Yes." Henry leaped onto the couch to try to fight for the clicker.
A back and forth of 'yes' and 'no' kept going and it made Killian wonder if Henry was as stubborn as Emma and him, and...
Bloody hell… everyone should be prepared…
Emma was surprised when Henry yelled that Killian came for a visit.
Last night he said he had some work to catch, didn't he?
But she wasn't going to pass on the opportunity to talk to him, it was something she had been missing to do, she had been missing to spend some time with him. She dressed quickly and as she walked down the hall she was able to hear Killian and Henry arguing between 'yes' and 'no'.
Both were so damn stubborn.
The moment Emma stepped into the living room and her eyes landed on the two of them, she just called at the elder one. "Killian."
She watched him turning and looking wide eyed at her. "Yes?"
Okay… here we go.
"What are you doing in here? I thought you had some work to catch up." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Killian scratched behind his ear and breathed deeply before fixing his impossible blue eyes on her. "I need to talk to you."
Wait… what?
"Okay?" Emma said it as more of a statement rather than a question. She observed when Killian handed Henry the remote control and the kid just took it, rolling his eyes.
"Fine, let's go outside." Killian said as he headed towards the door.
What was wrong with him? One day he avoids her like the plague and the other he appears out of nowhere to talk? What the hell?
Still, she followed his footsteps, spotting him on the sidewalk and she just couldn't help herself from asking "Killian, what's wrong?"
The expression on his face was a mixture of concern, anxiety, and something else she couldn't name and it worried her.
"Listen Swan, I don't know how to say this… uhm I don't know where or how to start…" He gazed at his feet, inhaling and exhaling before looking up at her. "Emma, you're the most important person in my life, you know that right?" He asked and she just nodded in reply. "Uhm…" He shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously. "Bloody hell, this is difficult." He chuckled. "I need you to know, this is the hardest thing I ever had to say to anyone… Because you know I would do anything for you and Henry, Emma."
Her eyes widened because there was no way Killian was talking about his emotions…
Killian had feelings for her!
Oh my god… he cared about her too…
She had felt it since she and Henry had come back…
He was one of the four most important men in her life, the other three being her dad, her brother and her son…
"We have known each other for such a long time." He grinned. "The last thing I want to do is lose you… but I really need to say this because honesty has been a key on our… lives."
Killian would confess his love for her…
It was official… he felt the same…
She'd loved Killian Jones since ever, but he had enormous walls around his heart… not that she blamed him after everything he had been through… she had been there.
But seeing him in so much pain just to let out the words, made her heart beat faster.
"Jones, stop." She smiled, placing her hand on his chest. "I think I know what you're gonna say." She felt her cheeks getting warm.
Killian's eyes stretched in surprise. "Emma I don't think you know what I'm talking about."
"Killian, since I'd been back… and yes, we have known each other for such a long time." She smiled as she moved her hand across his chest and down his arm. "Clearly we missed each other." She heard his breath becoming heavy, as she linked their fingers together. "I'd be lying if I said I never realized that there was… uhm sexual tension between us." She saw how Killian's brows furrowed and then widened with realization. "Sometimes… sometimes I question myself too."
"Sexual tension?" He whispered astonished.
"Yeah…" Emma nodded. "That was what you were trying to tell me right? That you have uhm feelings for me? …Right?" She blushed and smiled as she waited for his response.
"Uh… not exactly…" Killian answered scratching behind his ear and Emma's eyes widened in horror at what she had said.
Well, fuck.
She didn't expect that.
Idiot.
Emma let go of Killian's hands as her hands reached to cover her face. "Oh my god… I feel so stupid." She turned away from him and walked to the front door.
Idiot, indeed.
She revealed her feelings and fuck.
It would be awkward as fuck.
She reached for the door handle, turning to look at Killian who kept standing in the same place as if he were trying to process what had just happened. "You know what buddy, I'm just… it's complicated, we should, I'm sorry… I think I'm just confused about this whole Graham thing… and I'm sorry." She closed her eyes and wanted to run somewhere away from Killian.
Shit.
It was the last thing he had expected to hear from Emma's mouth…
She had feelings for him.
He had feelings for her, but he denied it?
Killian kept standing there shocked as he tried to process everything that happened…
He came to confess his crime in hijacking her pregnancy, and ended in a feelings confession in which he couldn't even react on time…
He had already managed to mess it up, again…
"She'll never like you… No one will ever love you." His voice echoed in Killian's head.
Then she saw it in her eyes, the need to run, but he wouldn't allow it, he would put aside his inner demon and he would admit his feelings for her and confess what happened seven years ago.
That was his plan, until the mention of Graham.
He observed howshe walked back to her apartment, only to find the door locked, so he walked over to her.
"Henry, please open the door." She yelled.
"No." He heard Henry retort, from the other side of the door.
"Wait… Graham thing?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"Jones, this isn't a good time." Emma closed her eyes before she knocked again, applying a little bit more force than needed. "Kid, open the door or I swear…"
"What Graham thing?" Killian interrupted as he insisted.
Emma shook her head, finally turning to face him. "I lied, okay? I never had business meetings those Saturdays, we just… spent some time together and exchanged a few daily texts, not a big deal." She shrugged.
Fuck.
"Like… dating?"
Emma shrugged and avoided Killian's eyes. "Uhm, yeah… like dating, I guess." She kept knocking on the wooden door.
"Has he met Henry?" his heart hurt at the thought of the other man claiming his son as his…
His amazing son…
"SHHHH" Emma turned to place a hand over Killian's mouth.
"Does Henry even know?" He muttered against her hand.
"No!" Emma sent him a pointed look. "I set specific rules for that…" She knocked once more. "Henry doesn't like when I dated other men, I think he already suspected and that's why he's doing this…" Emma insisted on the knocking. "Son of a…"
"Where did Graham take you?" Killian asked from his place behind her.
"Not your business Jones."
"You've always shared this stuff with me." Killian shrugged ignoring the pain in his chest.
"Henry open the damn door." Emma yelled once more.
"Open it yourself!" the boy answered.
Emma pushed the door open, her eyes flying back and forth between Henry who was standing at the entrance and Killian who was at the door. "You both are driving me crazy." She told them before she disappeared into the living room.
Killian looked at Henry's concerned face and walked over to his side. "You okay, matey?"
"She's mad." Henry said lowering his gaze. "She's got a boyfriend and I don't want to share her with anyone… only with you, Uncle Killy." He hugged him and Killian felt how his heartbeat rhythm increased as he held Henry.
"A few dates don't make that man her boyfriend" He whispered as he let Henry go.
Henry smiled at his words and nodded. "I'm six, by the way."
What was he talking about?
"What?"
"You told Aurora and the lady on the subway I was five, but I'm not, I'm six, almost seven." Henry smiled at him.
"Right… your birthday is soon." Killian nodded as he wondered… "What would you like me to give you, my boy?" He smiled at Henry.
"I want it to be a surprise." Henry smiled brightly at him. "I know it'll be my favorite gift… you know me Killian."
Killian looked at Henry and he still couldn't believe that he was his son…
He had a son…
Henry was his son...
A/N: Omg please don't hate me for Killian's reaction, I promise it'll have an explanation, and hey.. I started showing bits of what happened with Liam, and I can tease you all... what will happen when Henry meets Graham? (*wink wink*) Thank you guys! :)
