"Hook?"
Killian whipped his head around only to see a very pregnant Mary Margaret waddling toward him.
"What are you doing out here?" asked Killian, concern tinging his voice. "Surely its not advisable in your condition."
Mary Margaret smiled. "I'm not an invalid," she said. "And you shouldn't be out here either. It's dangerous."
"I'll be fine. I have a goal."
"To find Neal?"
Killian nodded.
"You don't have to do it by yourself."
"Emma has enough to deal with. If I can do something to ease her burden, I'll do it."
Mary Margaret took a few steps closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You love her, don't you?"
Killian nodded, not flinching away from the contact.
"Then you can't go around being reckless. You need to keep yourself safe, for her sake. Now, let's get back to the house. Emma's been worried."
Killian looked down at her, searching for confirmation of truth behind the words.
"I know Emma isn't the sharing type, but she does care about you. You can see it in the way she looks at you," she moved her hand to grip Killian's arm, as they made their way towards the house. "I know I haven't exactly been easy on you, but we're in this together now. All of us, as a family."
"Thank you, m'lady," said Killian.
"You can call me Mary Margaret."