The thoughts and creative ideas of what Milah could be doing for everyone is all stereotypical. She could be in a dark room and chainsaw smoking with empty cans of beers littered the floor, or she could be throwing darts at a picture of Emma and Killian. Whatever that might be thought of from others' minds, all of them appears to be drastic and expected.

For three whole weeks, Milah imprisoned herself in her condo, however, there was something off, she did not relief her anger nor planned on avenging what she lost. All there was to do for the talented writer were breaking into tears and embracing dangerous unhealthy capability to look after herself.

No food or water tempted her to nourish with most of the days. She practically hydrated herself with her tears and long baths in the tub.

When the sun goes up, her bed plays a role as her island where she remains on before nightfall. The comfort and width of the large mattress manipulates her to stay in put and not move to anywhere else.

With depression plagued in her lovely condo, outside Killian and Emma created a contagious attention from the media. They planned not to be too public for the first week. But they broke the rules by going out to restaurants and stores together from time to time after that week. It was nothing special what they did together, but the hand holding and few short kisses were the money shots the press aimed for. Although the couple has refused to answer any questions, their relationship continuously remained mentioned in the Entertainment category that only worsened Milah even more.

Many of the top stories about Emma and Killian remained negative and few positive. But despite whether the stories are cruel or encouraging for the couple, it remained like a triggering disease that made it impossible to ignore- impossible to ignore that one of Hollywood's famous directors left a famous writer for a younger woman.

~ Emma turned the sink on after placing the dirty dishes into the sink.

Killian inserted his Iphone in Emma's Iphone player in the living room and scanned through his song list until he found Slow Dance by John Legend.

She smiled once she heard the song. She turned her head and laughed as she saw Killian coming into the kitchen, doing his little moon dance. He smoothed his shoes across the kitchen floor backwards and claimed Emma's waist.

She turned around and they positioned themselves the same way as they did the night back in Ireland.

She closed her eyes and bobbed her head to the side with the catchy tune. Killian smiled and danced along with her until they reached the middle of the floor in the living room.

He leaned his temple against hers once she held her head still and released her hands, slipping them on both sides of her waist. With her eyes still closed, she locked her hands and allowed her arms to hang as the circumference around his neck.

"You remembered."

"How could I forget? You looked damn sexy in that red dress I wished I brought it here to see you wear it again."

"Oh instead of that we should have brought your skirt."

Killian dug his fingers to her side and she squeaked, choking back an immediate laugh building in her throat.

"Don't mention that thing again, love."

"It was cute."

"It was not. And it has a name, love. It's called a kilt."

"Call it whatever you want," she opened her eyes, "It's still a skirt."

"I'm so relieved you didn't take a picture of me wearing that damn thing."

"I know that would keep the press busy. Wouldn't it?"

"They're already busy with us. Especially when I do this."

He leaned in and kissed her.

She pulled back and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "I wish they stop following us."

"They will in time. Just you wait."

"Our lives are already dull enough. What more is there to publish about?"

"It may seem boring when they see us in public. But they never seen the excitement that goes on in our bed."

Emma laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, sure. Our sex life is brilliant," she sarcastically said with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh come on, love. That tone is unacceptable."

"Uh, yes it is, Irish Boy. Because we don't do anything..disturbing, in your case, kinky in bed, alright. And it's going to be like that after some time."

"Well, while I painfully wait for that time, do you think you can sacrifice a weekend to England?"

"Why?"

She looked up to his eyes.

"My mother heard about us and she wants to meet you."

She bit her lower lip. "Does she hate me too like everyone else?"

"Honestly, I really don't know. But it's about time we settle things down with everyone."

"And you're father? Did he call you?"

"No."

"When do you think we should tell them?"

"Let's take things slow with them. My mother is who we have to deal with for now."

"Is she nice?"

"Extremely. And don't worry, we're going together. I'm not letting you go into that Disneyland by yourself."

Emma arched an eyebrow. "Disneyland?"

"I told you before, don't you remember? My stepfather is a sick patient diagnosed with 'Peter Pan Syndrome'. Maybe we should buy a toy before we head to the airport."

"Or one of his book. I always wanted his autograph."

"Fine. But I'm serious about the toy."

Emma chuckled and gave him a kiss. "Alright. And a toy too."

~ Graham unlocked the door to Emma's apartment and walked in. He tossed the keys on the couch as he passed by it to get to Emma's room.

He opened the door and walked in with two Starbuck orders of hot beverages and two bags of different muffins. Her body stirred as he sat down beside the bed.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. It's time to wake up."

She groaned as her eyes slowly opened. When she saw it's Graham, she pulled herself to sit upright.

"Got you breakfast."

"Is it a habit for you to stop by my place every week?"

"Just like taking care of you." He handed her one of the drinks. "Here, drink."

She took it and lowered it on her lap for it to cool. "I need my apartment key back. I don't trust you to stay in my place."

"Ooo, is the famous Miss Swan going somewhere?"

"Sort of uh.." She took a slow sip from the cup. "Killian apparently wants me to go to England with him to meet his mom."

"That's a big deal. Are you ready for it?"

"Are you kidding? Of course not. I'm scared half to death what she'll do to me."

"You know the big difference between the British and the Americans besides everything is what we decide either to forgive or file a lawsuit. In your case, since you're full on American, I will support you in the necessary need to go to court if you come back beaten and torn."

Emma chuckled and punched him on the arm. "I want the woman to like me, not hate me any further."

"Hey, I have an excellent lawyer and he's not British."

"Thanks for the offer, buddy. I'll remember that you'll be my backup."

"So when are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow. I don't know what to pack. But I'm pretty sure the lingerie you bought be a week ago is a bad idea to put in my suitcase."

"It's black, it's see-through, it's sexy. What's not to love? It'll improve your love life."

"I know need any improvement in my love life, alright? Because I am not having sex with Killian."

"You mean not yet." He wiggled his brows.

"Oh shut up. And try not to step too close to my personal life. Don't get me wrong, I love you, Graham, but it gives you no excuse to be inappropriate."

"Inappropriate? I bet if I give it to your mother her husband will be pleased."

"Give any lingerie to my mother I will kill you with my own hands," she threatened.

Graham laughed lightly and raised his hand in surrender. "Fine. But this question I have to ask, and it's not necessary for you to threaten me on this one."

"What is it?"

He lifted his the two bags held tightly in his hand. "Chocolate or banana nut?"