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But I wouldn't trade a day for the chance to stay, my love, I'm in love with you

Emma tugged the dress up her body, reaching around to zip it. "So this is really happening?" Mary Margaret asked, setting her glass of wine down and standing to help Emma zip the peach colored dress up fully. Reaching up, Emma tightened her high ponytail slightly before picking up her own glass of wine and taking a sip.

"Thanks." Emma set her glass down and picked up the belt that matched her dress, slipping it through the thin string loops attached to the dress before buckling it and sitting down to pull on the too tall t-strap shoes. "And yes, this is really happening. I'm trying to be honest and happy, so yes, this is actually happening. I'm actually going on a real date with Killian. Not a drink in the bar, an actual date."

"And he knows to behave like a gentleman?" David asked, crossing his arms as he leaned in the doorway, a bottle of beer held loosely between his fingertips.

"Knocking is appropriate when entering a woman's bedroom," Emma scolded lightly with a fond grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "I could've been naked."

David rolled his eyes, but didn't respond to that. "Let us see you," he ordered.

Scoffing, Emma stood and did a twirl. "Okay, honest opinions, what do you all think?"

"Wow, Emma..." Mary Margaret's voice trailed off as she reached out to finger the silk peach colored dress.

"What she said," David agreed. "Are you sure you're going to be okay? I mean we don't know much about this guy and-"

Picking up her clutch, Emma patted his cheek lightly. "I'm fine, Dad, promise," she teased, rocking up to press a kiss to his cheek. "But thank you for worrying."

"Still, I could drive you guys, or come by and check on you or-"

"Wow, Mom, you look so pretty." Henry grinned, looking up from the video game he and Neal were playing. A loud blast drew his attention back to the TV. "Aw man!" He groaned.

"You snooze you lose," Neal teased before looking over at the amused adults. "He's right, though, Aunt Emma, you do look really pretty."

Smiling softly at the two boys, she pressed kisses to both of their heads. "Thank you guys." She turned her gaze back to David. "And no, we don't need a chaperone. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

A knock sounded at the door and Mary Margaret let out a squeal. "Here we go."

Emma turned to face the woman incredulously. "You do know that your kid is sitting on the sofa, not getting ready to go on a date, right?" She asked, her hand hovering over the brass door knob.

"Oh, cut her some slack. We don't have a daughter to send out on a date," David scolded her. "At least not yet." His eyebrow shot up suggestively and Mary Margaret flushed.

"Gross!" Neal and Henry cried out together.

"I'm with the kids on this one. Gross," Emma muttered as she threw open the door. She stopped at the sight of Killian in front of her, staring down at his boots, one hand behind his back. He looked up at her, his blue eyes wide.

She rocked back on one of her heels as she took in the fitted black slacks, the dark blue button down with enough buttons undone to show off his chest hair, a black silk vest, all topped off by his leather jacket. "Wow, Swan, you look incredible," he murmured, his eyes lingering on her long legs and her décolletage.

"And you look..." she started.

He smirked and nodded, interrupting. "I know." He winked at her as she snorted at the lack of modesty in his voice.

She opened the door wider to let him in. "Come on in, let me just say goodnight to Henry."

Killian stepped inside, his eyes landing on David and Mary Margaret. The petite pixie like woman was beaming with a wine glass clasped between her hands. David, on the other hand, was glaring at him, arms crossed over his chest and his gun holster on. "David, Mary Margaret." He nodded to them.

Emma looked between David and Killian. "Be nice," she warned David slowly. Turning towards the living room, she called out, "I'm leaving, Henry. You'll be good for Uncle David and Aunt Mary Margaret?" She asked. He called out an absent 'yes' and she rolled her eyes. "Okay, are you ready to go before David gives you his overprotective parent speech?" She asked.

"I can assure you, mate," Killian grinned at David, "that she's in good hands."

David snorted. "That's what worries me, particularly since you have two of them."

Killian's eyes lit up. "That reminds me, Swan, this is for you." He finally pulled his one hand out from behind his back, brandishing a single red rose.

Her eyes moved from the rose to his hopeful face. "Killian, this is really sweet," she murmured, accepting the flower. "Thank you."

"You two go have fun." Mary Margaret shoved them towards the door. "I'll put this in some water." She took the single flower from Emma. "Go!"

"Not too late!" David called out. When the door shut he turned to Mary Margaret who had a dreamy look on her face. "Think I was too hard on him?"

His wife snorted. "You're hopeless, Charming," she teased him lightly before moving to the kitchen to find a small vase for the flower.

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Emma smiled when they pulled up in front of Tony's, a little Italian restaurant that sat right on the water. "Does the lady approve?" Killian asked teasingly.

She smiled softly at him. "I like that it's not Granny's or The Rabbit Hole," she admitted, biting her lip as he winked at her and got out of his truck, rounding the car to open her door for her and help her down. "Thanks." She slipped her hand into the crook of his proffered elbow, letting him guide her into the restaurant.

"Killian!" Tony beamed when he saw them come in. "I have your table all ready and wow, Emma, you look amazing."

Flushing, Emma looked down at her toes that Ruby had insisted she get painted. She'd spent the morning with the waitress getting 'properly groomed' in Ruby's words. Patting her hand lightly, Killian nodded. "Thank you, Tony." He nudged his nose against her ear. "He's a fan."

Her head whipped up and she rolled her eyes. "Everyone appears to be a fan," she teased.

"Well, when you're talented..." Killian chuckled as she snorted at his words, letting him open the door to the back patio for her.

Tony seated them at a table that overlooked the harbor and was a little more secluded from other patrons who were seated outside. It was the perfect summer night. The temperature had only dropped slightly, there was no breeze to make it too cool, it was beautiful too, with the sun just setting, casting a deep orange glow around them. The evening was extremely romantic and well-thought out. "This is beautiful, Killian," Emma murmured as Tony left them with menus.

He grinned at her. "I have to say, Swan, your little town lends itself to mystery, intrigue and romance."

She snorted again. "I suppose it does," she agreed.

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David stared out the window of their apartment (they'd moved the boys upstairs just shortly after Emma left) waiting to see the headlights of Killian's truck. "You can stop staring, David, they won't be home so soon," Mary Margaret reprimanded him as she reemerged in the living room. She'd just tucked the boys in for the night, well aware that they would stay up with flashlights and their storybooks under the pillow and blanket fort they'd built in the middle of Neal's bedroom. "Besides, we have something else to discuss."

He quirked a brow at her, but kept his gaze steady on the window. "Oh?"

"A baby girl?" She echoed his earlier words.

His head swiveled to her and he flushed. "Oh, that."

"Yes, oh, that," Mary Margaret repeated, waiting expectantly.

He cleared his throat. "Well, I know that we haven't discussed it in a while, but we always said we wanted more than one child and I love Neal, but don't you think he should have a little brother or sister to play with?" He swallowed hard. "I always wish my parents' hadn't separated us, that I'd been able to know James."

Snow leaned over and wrapped her hand around her husband's wrist. "I know, I wish my mother hadn't died so young and I could've had siblings."

"Is that a yes?' He asked hopefully.

Nodding slowly, Mary Margaret agreed. "That's a yes," she murmured. He let out a laugh, lunging at her. She squealed as he lightly shoved her back, spreading her out on their sofa. "I guess that means you want to start tonight, then." She raised a suggestive eyebrow at him.

He let out a hum, his hand skimming over her stomach. "Well, I never was one to procrastinate."

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It had been a nice night. An easy night. A fun night. Emma glanced up at Killian out of the corner of her eye as they walked along the pier. There was a full moon out, a sure sign that someone (likely Ruby) was up to no good, but Emma pushed her duties as sheriff from her mind. Instead she focused solely on the man walking quietly next to her. "You're awfully quiet, Swan," he murmured in her ear.

Looking up at him, she was once again blown away by just how handsome he was. Almost painfully so. "Just thinking." At his questioning look, she gave his bicep a gentle squeeze. "I had a really nice time tonight, Killian." She looked up at him shyly. "A really nice one. I hope it's not the last."

He stopped them, looking around to confirm they were alone before gently pressing against the wooden railing. "No, Swan, it won't be the last," he promised. "And I'm glad you had a nice evening. I did as well." Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers slowly, savoring the lingering flavor of espresso and tiramisu on her tongue. She let out a tiny mewl of protest when he pulled back. "Slow, Swan," he reminded her in a whispered voice next to her ear. Stepping back before he could be tempted to dive in again, he held out his arm. "Let's get you home."

With a sigh, she nodded in agreement. "Slowly." She let him lead her back to the car, smiling to herself as he opened the door and helped her inside, shutting it once she was safely tucked in her seat.

The ride back to her loft was filled with light conversation about Henry's soccer game on Saturday with soft classical music playing in the background. When he walked her upstairs, he left her with a breathless parting kiss and a promised call tomorrow. She watched him leave with a small wave, a smile on her face and her lips still slightly tingling from the memory of his kiss until she finally turned out the lights for bed.

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XOXO

MAS