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Chapter 25: Agatha.
The gown was finished weeks ago but apparently Selena was right and she needed to do one last dress fitting before the wedding, just two days before the damn wedding. Emma, who had never been a patient woman, was on the verge a breakdown. Apparently with the wedding nerves she had gained some weight and the seams that Mrs. Libby had shrunk a month ago had to be released now because the damn dress did not close. That's why she was there instead of being with Agatha on the ship assembling the last welcome baskets they designed together in a girls' night out.
Killian meanwhile was pulling it all together, making sure that all vendors knew what they were supposed to do on their wedding day, checking in one last time with the photographer, with the cake baker and making sure the decoration was still on place. He was supposed to be coming up with a rain plan and implementing it too.
She wished they had chosen to have a small ceremony, and go on a great honeymoon; but since they were living together at the apartment they had become popular, creating around them a not so big group of people who had to attend to their wedding. So -as neither of them had a family- close friends, suppliers, neighbors and friends of their friends with whom they had finished befriending, were their guests.
"That wouldn't be so difficult if you hadn't wanted to respect all of Mr. Jones odd superstitions. With something velvety no one would notice the tummy." Mrs. Libby complained cutting with care the seam at her back. "You should have stick to the 'Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue' old saying."
"He's Irish, and a sailor." Selena pointed while she pinned again the dress.
Emma took a deep breath, Killian was indeed very superstitious. He had demanded the dress to be made only of silk, white and not patterned. In addition she was supposed not to wear her complete wedding outfit before the big day, and he couldn't see it. Oh! They were sleeping apart the night before the weeding, and they had decided to stop their 'enjoyable activities' a month before the weeding.
She had ended up in a white wedding gown, mermaid cutting in a Greek goddess-style, brocade on the top that fitted up and around the neck, with a watteau tail -on the shoulders- that had sheer sleeves; and as Mrs. Libby had lent her the crown she used in her own weeding Emma felt like a princess.
And there she was, trapped inside a dress that didn't fit at all, because she had drunk too many hot chocolates lately, -that was the only thing she had changed- instead of polishing last details of her weeding party. Her engagement swan ring caught her eyes, she couldn't believe she was marring.
She closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her body; she tried hard to stand still while Selena and her mother reattached the belt. Emma felt something fall in the bottom of her stomach, like a heavy plate. Killian. She had the feeling something was happening, something terrible. She leaned against the door frame unable to support herself.
"What time is it?"
"Shush darling, it will only take half an hour more."
Emma sighed, feeling the weight on her abdomen grow until she had the urge to sit down. But she couldn't. "I'm not feeling well Mrs. Libby."
The thin woman rocked her head on her shoulders smiling kindly at her. "You have stood still too much time."
Emma nodded, she had been there nearly four hours, she was nervous because of the wedding; she had nothing to fear, Killian was okay. "Mum, Emma is pale."
The lights around the pier-glass flickered. Emma slowly slid down to the floor as an overwhelming dizziness took her. Gods, something was happening, she needed to go to the ship now.
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Killian hung the phone. He was really glad that the weeding was taking place in one of their three days vacations. Those Earth weddings were too complicated for his liking. He ran his hand over his face trying to clear his head. Emma should had been there three hours ago.
"You know you can still cancel the wedding right?"
Killian stared into the Agatha's blue eyes, an eyebrow raised. "Why would I do such nonsense?"
She laughed, light and carefree as always. "I was only joking." She winked playfully at him and continued placing bows around the bottles filled with candy.
Killian was preparing some curt response when he heard footsteps in the deck. He opted for saying nothing and steeped out, relieved that the photographer was there, late but there, because had been unable to contact him all day long.
It wasn't the photographer; it was bloody Mrs. Roberts. "Mr. Jones. I see your establishment has improved markedly. Do you dedicate to weddings, ceremonies and banquets now?"
"Hi Mrs. Roberts, we're busy now." Killian began to close the door, waiting for the woman to walk away.
"I need to speak with Miss Swan." The woman was holding a yellow envelope in her hands.
"I'm sorry then she's not there." Killian was trying to look calm, that woman shouldn't be there. He nearly closed the door when Mrs. Roberts' hand held the door still.
"It's something important Mr. Jones." The woman stood still looking intently at his eyes. "I must talk to her."
He sighed and stepped out. "Enlighten me then."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, private matters." Killian gestured her to sit down. "For that reason it is an issue that I can only deal with Emma."
He took a deep breath and after slowly caressing his scruff he sat down. "We're marring in a couple of days. So you can tell me anything regarding to her."
He saw how Mrs. Roberts hesitated, but after a few seconds the woman sat down in front of him, clutching the envelope with both hands. "Mr. Jones, do you know who Mr. Cassidy is?"
Killian tried hard to look calm, so he slowly released the cloth he was squeezing in his right hand. "I'm aware of who he is and his past relationship with Emma." He was surprised his voice came out so even.
"Thanks good, I was afraid you knew nothing about him." He smiled coaxing her to speak. If that scumbag of Neal tried to waltz into Emma's life again he was going to kill the spineless man and throw him offshore making sure the streams would take him to any place where the corpse was not found. "I was wondering if she knew where Mr. Cassidy is. I'm looking for him."
Killian leaned back. "By all that is great and good, why are you looking for that man?"
Mrs. Roberts shook her head slightly, looking annoyed. "Because he is the birth father of Emma's son and he didn't sing away..."
"Emma's son?" Killian didn't stood up, didn't move. He just stared blankly at the woman in front of him, at her fingers curling around the edge of the yellow envelope. "Emma's son?"
Mrs. Roberts got up, an apologetic smile displayed in her lips. "You don't -didn't- know."
"Emma's son?" Killian tried to understand. Emma had a son with Neal, was the baby living with him? Had the scurvy dog taken her baby away?
He fixed his eyes in the white cloth covering the table. Why Emma hadn't said anything? –Hell, they were marring in two bloody days!- He could understand now her constant weeping and crying, Milah had the same problem with Bae; not so often, not so strong. But Milah told him, Milah trusted him enough. Emma didn't, they had lived together during years and she had kept this information from him.
Emma didn't trust him.
If he hadn't been siting he would had fallen down. For the seven seas' gods' sake, why did it bloody hurt so much? Maybe she forgot about it. Maybe it was just a mistake, and Emma never had a child. Maybe she didn't want any children. Maybe that was one of Mrs. Roberts mad assumptions.
When he unglued his eyes from his own lap he found Mrs. Roberts was gone. He laugh, -dark and sadly- Emma was right, every time that woman appeared in her life she screwed it all. He reached for his rum, sliding his hand up to his inner pockets; he remembered he didn't carry it anymore, not since his Emma.
"Killian, are you okay?" He fixed his blue eyes on Agatha's form crouched next to him, her blue eyes filled with sorrow.
"Yes." He flinched at the sound of his own voice. Emma had a son.
"That woman is Mrs. Roberts, Emma social services agent right?" Killian looked at her blankly. "Is Emma in trouble again?" He returned his eyes to his lap, trying to digest the news. "Last time I saw that woman Emma disappeared." He had to talk to Emma but his body seemed to refuse to move. "You deserve much more than a broken woman." Killian observed how Agatha's lips brushed the skin of his forearm in a shy kiss. "A man like you will never find peace with Emma." The girl took his hand in hers and began to trace circles on his wrist. "Emma won't mid it. She is used to bounce from here to there. She will get over it." The lass placed a kiss on his palm. "She never had a family, she will never understand what love, marriage, union or trust are." She placed her hand on his tight. "You know there's no need for you to marry." Killian cupped her face with his hand in a gentle caress, tilting his head at the same time. "Killian, I can made you feel whole again." His hand slowly caressed its way down to her long neck. "I appreciate Emma tremendously, don't misunderstand me. I've always pitied the poor thing. But she's not the one Killian."
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