A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay. As most of you know I have 2 other stories going but I try to update as soon as I can. Thank you all for your patience. This chapter isn't beta'd so I apologize for the errors. Also, in order to make this charter work and move at a steady pace, I had to alternate between Emma's and Killian's POV. Hope you enjoy!

"That's a relief. I'm so glad to hear that Emma's alright," Liam admitted through the phone with a deep sigh. "Cordelia and I can't take our eyes off the three of you in that photo you sent me. The little lad is adorable and looks just like his mum," he said with a soft chuckle. "And we can tell you and Emma are so happy together even after everything the lass has been through. She's a tough one and I have a lot of respect for her. I think you made the right choice. I think you both deserve to be together."

Killian scoffed playfully, a small smirk pulling at his lips. "You mean you're not going to tell me you told me so?"

"No, I imagine you've suffered enough so I won't boast my success and rub it in your face."

"Well, this is a first," Killian teased with a laugh.

"Seriously though, I'm genuinely happy for my brother."

"Thank you, Liam. I appreciate that."

"No problem."

"Okay, I have to go now and get back to Emma and the baby. I'll see you soon."

"Aye, we'll be seeing you soon."

Killian ended the call and pulled up the photo that he had sent Liam as he made his way through the halls of the hospital. Before his phone call with Liam, he'd changed out of his scrubs and took a quick shower. The first time he tried to call Liam was after the Nolans arrived at Emma's room and he'd left to send his brother the photo before dialing his number, but Liam didn't answer. So, when Killian told Emma he would get her some food, he took the opportunity to change out of his scrubs that he'd worn all night and took a much needed shower before making another attempt to reach his brother.

Killian admired the picture with a smile, seeing how happy the three of them were. They really did make quite the cute little family, as Ruby put it.

Slipping his phone into the pocket of his jeans, Killian had his backpack strapped to his shoulder as he walked out into the parking garage. David had informed him of the car's whereabouts but Killian had to search a bit before spotting it on the third level. He still had a smile on his face from his conversation with Liam and from the fact that Killian would soon be able to take Emma and the wee lad home. She had progressed nicely after returning from the OR, although she was still be in pain but his love was a tough lass like Liam had mentioned.

Killian pulled out his key, pressing the button on the car remote to open the trunk. He went around the vehicle and lifted the trunk door open, throwing his bag inside. He lifted his hand to shut it, but before he could, he fell a hard, painful blunt to the back of his head and he fell forward as everything went black.

The hospital room was dark. Emma could hear the thunder rolling outside, the lightening crashing and the rain pounding against the window. It had been several hours since Killian had been gone and she had been drifting in and out throughout the night, too sick with worry to sleep. David had went to look for the car in the parking lot where he'd left it, but it was gone. The Nolan couple even checked his place to see if he went home, but Killian was nowhere to be found. Emma refused to believe that Killian abandoned her but the longer he was away the more she felt doubts bubbling up inside, plaguing and taunting her.

Ian was in his crib as Emma heard his soft cries. Her heart ached and she started to get up so she could hold and comfort her son. When Emma moved her hands, confusion fell over her features and she started to panic as she tugged at the cuffs around her wrists that kept her bound to the bed. "What the hell?" Her body jerked and twisted as she continued yanking at the rubber cuffs around her wrists. "Someone help me. I'm tied to the bed! My baby needs me!" she yelled out.

Then the door opened and she sighed in relief and glanced in the direction of the person emerging from the dimly lit hallway. "Thank goodness… why are my hands tied? I need to hold my baby." The room was pitch black but some of the light spilled into the darkness and she could make out the face of the person entering.

Her eyes blew wide in fear. "No…" she uttered, struggling against the cuffs again, crying out louder. "Somebody help me! My baby's in danger!"

"Shhh shhh shhh. Everything will be alright babe." His tone was dark and menacing as he approached her bed. "You don't have to worry about anything. I'll make everything better."

Emma's body was stiff, ice running through her veins as Neal lifted his hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb across her skin. She got chills, goosebumps crawling all over hier skin as he touched her. "Please don't…" she managed, her words strangled and broken through her tears. "Don't hurt my son."

Neal's face lit up with a crooked smile. "Oh, I have no intention of hurting our son..." He grabbed the pillow from underneath her head and pulled it out, causing the back of her head to drop back into the bed. She didn't even know how he was there; how he broke out of jail and snuck back into the hospital.

Neal leaned in, his breath hovering over her ear and she shivered as he spoke in a deep whisper. "...only you." Emma started sobbing and screaming out as Neal lifted the pillow and pressed it into her face. She fought against it as best as she could as she heard her baby's cries becoming louder.

Emma tried to yell out, her pleas muffled through the pillow as his grip became more firm, the air escaping her lungs. She tried to gasp for air but all oxygen was closed off as he held the pillow, forcing it tighter and tighter around her face. She didn't give up, her body squirming and fighting for dear life until she could no longer hold on and her body stopped moving, the oxygen in her lungs completely gone.

Emma sat up suddenly, gasping for air, her hands gripping onto the sheets. Her face was as pale as a ghost, beads of sweat forming at her forehead as she searched around the room. She was still panting, feeling the need to catch her breath, even though she had only been sleeping.

It was just a nightmare. But it felt so real.

Emma looked over into the crib where her baby had fallen asleep the last time she remembered.

Her eyes went wide and as much as she had no strength within her, she managed to get out of the bed. She anxiously reached into the crib, frantically moving the blankets around but to her complete and utter horror, her newborn baby was not there.

"Ian?!" She called out her son's name, fear rippling through her blood. "Ian!" She started sobbing as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Emma? What's wrong?"

Emma was wiping away her tears when she turned around to see Mary Margaret entering the room.

"Emma?!" Her friend's face was awash with concern as she approached.

"My baby… do you know what happened to him? Did the nurse take him?" Emma asked, her tone strangled and high-pitched.

"I don't think so. He was just in a few minutes ago when I left to get some coffee."

"Could you please check? Can you ask them what happened to my baby?" Emma was trying to keep herself together but it was very difficult.

"Yes, of course, Emma." Mary Margaret left the room to find to find a nurse. She came back a moment later, her face as pale as a sheet. "The baby's supposed to be with you."

Killian slowly opened his eyes, but everything was still pitch black. He didn't know where he was or how much time had passed. The room was dark, he couldn't see anything at first. His head was throbbing, he felt like he'd been hit by a brick, his neck could barely hold his head up. He tried to move his hands but both of them were bound by rope. He pulled at the restraints on his wrists and let out a groan. He didn't know who captured him but he had a feeling he knew who was behind this.

When his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, he realized he was surrounded by cement walls of what he assumed was a basement. There were old shelves with cobwebs and a staircase on the other side of the room that led to a door. He tried to move again but as he did, he heard the faint sounds of crying. His ears perked up and he listened intently. The wails became closer and they were definitely those of a baby.

"Emma…" he whispered, hoping she wasn't in danger, hoping the baby wasn't in danger.

The door opened and a man appeared but Killian couldn't discern who he was. He was a medium build, wearing a mask and carrying a bassinet. And Emma's son was crying his tiny little heart out from inside of it. Killian summoned all of the energy within him and stood, his body jerking and struggling against the ropes tied around his wrists. "Don't you dare hurt him! I will kill you!"

The man was silent as he laid the bassinet down on the floor. Killian continued to scream after the man as he proceeded up the stairs. "What have you done with Emma?! Answer me goddamn it!" The man continued to the door and disappeared behind it.

Killian's eyes fell to the infant in the bassinet, seeing that in fact it was Emma's son.

"Bloody hell…" he murmured, his heart tearing apart in his chest. Did Emma know he was missing. Was she okay? Was she hurt?" A million questions raced through his mind, thinking of all of the worst-case scenarios. Emma must be worried to death. It broke Killian's heart to know that she was beside herself, scared and afraid that something had happened to the little lad.

Killian started wriggling one of his hands against the rope, realizing it wasn't as tight as he thought it was. The baby's wails grew louder, encouraging Killian even more to free his hands, but to his surprise it wasn't that difficult. He pulled out one hand and then loosened the other, letting the ropes fall against the wall. He quickly went over to the infant and carefully picked him up from the bassinet.

"Hey… it's okay little lad.." Killian whispered softly to the baby in his arms. "Killian's here and I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He placed a delicate kiss to his forehead and cradled him in his arms with gentle sways to calm him. He didn't know why Neal or one of his goons would kidnap Emma's son and then bring him to Killian and not even bother to secure the ropes very tightly.

He cautiously walked up the stairs, and tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside. He wondered if he could bust down the door, it looked really old and frail, but he had a feeling this was some sort of trap. Why would his captor make it so easy for him to escape and why would he kidnap a baby and put him right in front of Killian and let him leave with the baby?

He swallowed thickly. People would find out Killian was missing and nowhere to found when they realize the baby had been kidnapped from the hospital. This was a setup. Killian didn't know Neal very well but anyone who was capable of hitting his wife was capable of anything. The fucking bastard's plan was obvious. Neal was trying make it look like Killian kidnapped Emma's son.

"Don't worry, Emma. We're going to find them."

If Emma could curl herself up into ball right now she would. Instead she was laying in the hospital bed on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her cheeks were covered in tears, her eyes wet and swollen.

Both her boyfriend and her son were missing.

No one saw anyone come into the room early that morning, but one of the nurses mentioned that there were only a few visitors in the hospital who had stayed overnight, including Mary Margaret.

The worst part about this, other than the fact that Killian and Ian were missing, was that Neal was in jail, so Emma wouldn't be able to point fingers at him, even if she knew this was all his doing. Him and Gold. She was beginning to think Neal had set himself up to go to jail so he couldn't be blamed.

"Emma…" David called out, sounding out of breath. "We came as quickly as we could."

Emma tore her gaze from the ceiling to see James rushing into the room behind David. "Make him go away," she said quietly, looking away again.

"Emma, James didn't have anything to do with this. He was with me the whole time," David assured her.

"But what about giving away my whereabouts?" she cried out. Emma started to get up and Mary Margaret took her hand to help her sit up on the bed.

James approached her with genuine concern in his features. "Em, I know you think that I was responsible for Neal finding you, but regardless, I'm going to help David find your baby and Killian."

She eyed the Nolan brothers in surprise and shook her head. "It's too dangerous. I don't want either of you to get hurt."

James flashed her a small smirk. "See, you know that I had nothing to do with any of this."

"No, I don't know that… but I still care about you, you asshole!" She started sobbing again and Mary Margaret wrapped Emma up in her arms, rocking her softly.

Kneeling in front of her, James took her hand in both of his. "Em... you can hate my guts all you want, but I'm still going to find your son. And we're not going to come back until he's in David's arms, you hear me?"

Tears were spilling down her cheek as she managed a nod. "Please find my baby."

"You got it." He stood up and pressed a kiss to her forehead, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. "We'll be back before you know it."

"Just be careful," Mary Margaret told them, standing up and drawing David into a hug.

"We will, I promise." He sealed his reassurance with a sweet kiss to her lips before he and James left the room.

Mary Margaret stayed with Emma as she laid back down in the bed, telling the brunette that she didn't want anyone in her room unless it was Killian or David and James with her baby. Until then, she waited, her whole body completely numb and consumed with worry.

Killian had managed to settle the little lad down, cradling him in his arms when he could hear movement from upstairs. He heard the door slam shut and he could make out a couple of male voices. He quickly held Emma's son protectively against his chest. He knew he should've put him back in the bassinette and secured his hands with the ropes in case it were the Sheriff and Deputy but he'd rather go to jail for kidnapping than let anything happen to Emma's son.

"Killian!"

He felt a swarm of relief when he heard his name being called. "Down in the basement!" Killian yelled back.

The door flew open and James and David came running down the stairs.

"Thank god," They both expelled heavy breaths when they saw that the baby was safely in Killian's arms. "We didn't think the baby was here when we saw that the house was empty and I really didn't want to go back to Emma empty handed," David said, his eyes circling around the room. "Do you know how you got down here?" he asked Killian.

"I was hit in the back of the head when I went to my car. When I woke up, I was here. I only saw someone when they brought him down here," Killian explained, referring to Emma's son as he stroked the baby's cheek.

"Why would Neal and Gold kidnap the baby and keep him in the basement with you?" David asked in confusion.

James walked over to the ropes, picking them up and observing them. "My guess is they set Killian up to make to it look like he did it. I mean Neal's in jail, so he won't be suspected."

Killian lifted a brow in shock. "He is?"
He should've been happy, but jail time was far too clement of a punishment for Neal. Even death wouldn't be cruel enough for the evil bastard.

"Come on. Let's just get out of here before anyone shows up, so Emma can know her son is safe. I'll tell you about it in the car."

They went upstairs, looking around to see that the house was mostly empty. The rooms were sparse with only a few pieces of furniture and it looked like it had been abandoned. It didn't look like place someone like Neal used to hide out in for weeks.

The three of them walked out onto the porch and started heading towards David's truck before Killian stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Killian? What is it?" James asked as he and David turned around, eying Killian with inquiring looks.

"I have to check something." The lad was stirring in Killian's arms as he cautiously walked over to the garage and entered through the side door. The last thing he remembered before he'd been knocked out, was opening the trunk of his car. If his captor was actually planning a fake kidnapping, he would've made sure Killian's vehicle was at the scene. To his suspicion, his car was right there sitting in the garage all by itself. Killian started to become angry.

Those bloody bastards were going to pay.

"Emma, we just received a call from someone who says they know the whereabouts of your son."

Emma sat up as quickly as she could, her eyes wide with hope. Her son had only been missing for a couple of hours, but they were the worst hours of her life. "Where? Is he okay?"

August told her that they had an address and one of the neighbors reported hearing a crying baby at an abandoned farmhouse.

As he and Graham left, Emma knew that David and James had already succeeded in their search. She knew it was the same house that James and Killian had come across when they had followed Gold there. Emma was confident that they would be back at any moment.

Sure enough, the door opened a few moments later and Killian emerged, holding Ian in his arms, the Nolan brothers following behind him. Emma had never been more relieved in her life. "My babies!"

She stood up and threw her arms around both of them. "Oh my God, I was so worried," Emma murmured, kissing her son's forehead and then Killian's lips. "I love you both so much…" Emma scooped up Ian in her arms, tears stinging her eyes as Killian wrapped both of them up in his embrace.

He explained what happened and how he was knocked out and taken to the farmhouse. Between Killian and the Nolan brothers, they were able to fill her in on everything.

Emma was absolutely appalled. Not that she would ever press charges against Killian, but the fact that Neal and Gold set this whole thing up to get Killian in trouble infuriated her.

"I'm so sorry that he was taken away from you, love, and that I couldn't be here."

"It's not your fault. I'm just glad you're both here now and you're safe." Emma felt warm and secure in Killian's arms as she held her baby close, dropping gentle kisses to his delicate head.

"I'm also sorry that we followed Gold without telling you. It was my idea to find Neal in the first place. James was just happy to help."

Emma looked up at him in surprise.

"James told me everything in the car. He told me that Neal showed up and tried to take you and the baby away. He also told me that he accused James of selling you out."

Emma looked over at James as he held a pained expression. "Do you think he really did it?" Emma asked her boyfriend.

"It doesn't matter what I think, love. You're the one with the superpower."

Emma sighed as Killian loosened his arms and released her from his hold. She looked James in the eye, scrutinizing his facial features. "I want to. I mean you helped find Killian and my son and if you hadn't found out about the farmhouse, the deputy and Sheriff would have found them first and it would've looked like he kidnapped my baby. So I suppose I should thank you," Emma murmured, flashing him a weak smile.

"It's no problem, Emma. I didn't do it for your forgiveness, I did it for you and your son."

"What about me?" Killian teased in mock offense. "I was hit over the bloody head and thrown in my own trunk."

James chuckled. "You're right, I was hoping to find you as well. We do make a good team," he said with a wink and then reverted his gaze to Emma. "So does this mean you believe me?"

"If you say you didn't do it, then I believe you." She transferred her baby to Killian's arms and went over to James, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, tightening his hold as she sighed against him. "I'm sorry I doubted you. I just… I was upset that you kept things from me and I was still in shock from Neal showing up."

"It's okay," James assured her.

Emma pulled away from him, continuing to explain. "Plus, when you kissed me I was taken off guard and then I thought maybe it was a kiss of betrayal or an apology kiss or-"

"Hold on a bloody minute… you kissed my Swan?" Killian asked angrily. Emma turned around to see him gritting his teeth.

James held his hands up in defense. "Killian, it was just a quick peck on the lips. I was just glad that she was okay after giving us all a scare. That's all it was. I care for Emma, too."

Emma could see the tick in Killian's jaw and she was certain that if Killian weren't holding the baby, he'd be balling up his fists, ready to punch James in the face. "Killian, it's okay. He didn't mean anything by it."

"Relax mate, I'm not trying to steal Emma. I have my own girlfriend, remember?" James sighed, offended. "Emma, I'm glad the little duckling's alright, but between yesterday and today, I think I've had enough accusations thrown at me. I think I'm going to say goodbye to Rose and take off."

"James, I'm sorry," Emma murmured.

"We're going to take off too," Mary Margaret told her. "Do you need anything before we go?"

"No, but thank you so much for everything."

"It's not a problem," David assured as Emma engaged them both into a warm hug. "We're just glad the baby's alright."

"Me too."

After the Nolan's left the room, Emma put her arms around both of her boys and she peered up to see Killian looking at her, his eyes full of apology. "I'm sorry I overreacted, love. It's been a rough couple of days," he whispered, kissing her softly on the the forehead.

"It's okay. I'm just glad you're okay," she murmured, lifting her hand to caress his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetness. Both of you."

Emma captured his lips, pulling him in for a soft kiss. She didn't know what she would have done if she lost either one of them. They breathed each other in as though they needed each other for air, indulging in each other's warm embrace as they held Ian securely between them. Slowly breaking the kiss, Emma gently pressed her forehead against Killian's, her voice broken and wrecked. "I was so worried about both of you," she whispered, lifting her hand to stroke her son's hair. They still had Gold and Neal to worry about, but knowing that she had both of her boys in her arms was enough to keep her positive and hopeful.

Before Emma was discharged from the hospital, Dr. Tink dropped by to check on her, delivering the "nothing in the vagina for six weeks" spiel. Emma had to admit that although she loved Killian and there was no denying that he was a very attractive man and she was insanely addicted to him, sex was the last thing on her mind right now, considering all of the circumstances. After pushing a human being out of her vagina, the idea of having sex at all seemed very daunting.

Emma was dressed and wearing her jacket, holding Ian who was sound asleep in her arms as Killian pushed her out of the hospital in a wheelchair. The little lad was wearing a blue onesie and cap on his head, wrapped up in a blanket that Cordelia had knitted for him. The winter air was bitterly cold and the sidewalks were slick, soft snowflakes falling and gently covering the ground. There was a heavy snowstorm forecasted for Storybrooke, in fact Liam had called Killian to tell him the flights were delayed and he wouldn't be home until the next day, depending on when the weather cleared up.

Killian put the breaks on the wheelchair and scooped Ian up in his arms, securing him in his car seat. He helped Emma into the car and drove as safely as possible to get them home.

That night, the three of them laid in bed, the newborn laying on Emma's chest as Killian held them in his arms. Finally, they were home and were able to snuggle in the comfort of their own bed. Killian couldn't possibly think of another moment that he'd been happier than in that moment. He had his love in his arms and her son, who seemed to also be as happy as a clam. His mum had just fed him and he had a great big smile on his face as he looked over at Killian with his big blue eyes. Killian chuckled, taking the wee lad's tiny hand in his and pressing a few gentle kisses to his fingers. "Such a happy little lad and such a trooper. He's not even a week old and he's been through a lot already."

"He sure is a brave one. Hopefully he won't have to go through anything like that again," Emma said and at the same time, she looked very thoughtful.

"You alright, love?"

She nodded, offering a soft smile. "Yeah, I just… I picked out a name for the little guy."

Killian arched a brow, intrigued. "Let's hear it, love."

Emma's eyes were glistening with unshed tears as she looked up at Killian. "I wanted to name him after someone who means a lot to me. Someone who's made a difference in my life. Who will make a difference in our life," she explained, peering down at her son and dropping a kiss to his head. Her eyes darted back to Killian's as her infectious smile only widened. "I named him Ian. After you. Ian Swan."

Killian's heart exploded in his chest, a broad grin taking over his lips. He was completely touched that Emma named her son after him. "You named him Ian?" he asked, still in shock.

She laughed. "Yes. You will be a father figure to him. And he deserves to be named after an amazing man in my life. Who better than you?"

"Emma…" he breathed out. He still couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe she name her bundle of joy after him, he couldn't believe she referred to him as a father figure. "You don't know how much that means to me."

Emma's eyes flickered to his and he lost a breath. Leaning in gently, he pressed his lips to hers and tightened his hold around Emma and Ian, his heart fluttering and his skin on fire as he drew her into a toe-curling kiss. It was hard to believe that a year ago he was lonely and miserable and consumed in his work. He'd been good at masking his pain, but now… now there was no pain left to mask. And if he had any control over it, the same would be true for Emma and Ian. He would do anything to take away all of their pain and he'd do it a million times over again.