Erik rested his forehead against Emma's, breathing in her intoxicating smell as he placed a hand onto her neck, his fingers feeling her soft skin as her breath came out in short pants. His eyes were open, focused on her closed ones with intent as he thought about what she had just said to him. Her hand moved into his free one and she held onto him tightly.

"If," Erik said, a slow drawl to his voice as he did so, speaking in a hypothetical manner. "If I come with you...Emma...I want..."

"What?" Emma asked; opening her eyes and bringing her hand up to soothe his cheek as his eyes held a look of confusion and wonder. And shockingly there was something which Emma hadn't seen before. A small glitter filled their normal darkness, looking as if it wanted to be the dominant feature of them. He had some hope. "As long as you stop killing innocent people...people like me...then we can be together, Erik..."

"What about those who aren't like you?" Erik whispered as people passed them in the park. The two of them were too wrapped up in their own little world to even care what others around them thought was going on. Some thought they were in the middle of a break up and some thought they had reconciled. No one had any true idea. "There are people...Emma...humans who fear us...what about those who threaten to bring us down?"

"I can understand that, Erik," Emma nodded quickly against his forehead as she moved closer to him, their upper bodies pressed against each other. She smiled gently at him, baring her teeth as she did so, trying to be encouraging as she did it. "And if they were to ever threaten you then I could understand why you would want to hurt them...Erik...but incidents like on the beach...when innocent people were at risk...that's not acceptable..."

"What you're proposing," Erik murmured and Emma's face turned stern again as she pulled back from him slightly, still holding onto his hand as she did so, "you agree that some humans are not...desirable...and you would allow me to continue against that?"

"Erik, I..." Emma trailed off, closing her eyes again and turning away from him as she thought about what he had just asked off her. He watched how she sucked a large breath in, her chest puffing out as she did so and she looked back to him as he remained looking as though he wanted the answer to be yes. "If that situation were to arise like it did with Shaw...and Williams...who- may I point out- were actually both mutants."

"Carry on," he pushed her and she shrugged once.

"I cannot say that it would thrill me for you to hurt them...but...there is so much more you can do, Erik," Emma urged him and Erik shook his head quickly and grabbed onto both of her gloved hands, holding them urgently in his as his jaw set in a stubborn manner.

"You didn't answer the question, Emma," he informed her. "If people were hurting our kind, what would you have me do?"

"I would understand if you stopped them, Erik." Emma finally blabbered out, taking one hand from his and running it through her hair as she shook her head, looking down onto her lap. "I would understand why you would stop them. But innocent people do not deserve this, Erik. People who want a quiet life and just want to get on with everyday trivial things want to continue doing so and they are innocent. Do you really think attempting to rule over them is the best scenario?"

"I think it is the right scenario," Erik nodded over at her, truly believing that was still the case as Emma sighed once. "But...ruling over people...being in charge of a team...would it bring me what I truly want?"

Emma's breathing hitched up a level, her face turning pale as she thought about the question which he had just asked her and she shrugged once, forcing herself to look into his eyes as she did so.

"What is it you truly want?" she wondered aloud. "If you want to be the dominant race then yes, it would bring you what you want."

"That's not really...Angel...she said some interesting things earlier," Erik said and Emma tried to keep up with where the conversation was heading as Erik looked out to the lake, his thoughts consumed and his lips moving up in a small smile as Emma remained watching him like a hawk. "She didn't come back because she has a little sister. She told me that to be really happy then you make sacrifices."

Emma remained silent, gulping once and waiting for him to continue on with his story but it seemed he didn't know what to say.

"And maybe...just maybe...trying to rule will not bring me what I want," Erik whispered, turning back to look at her wide blue eyes which were looking at him in wonder. "Maybe all I want has been in front of me all along."

"What are you trying to say?" Emma asked, wanting clarification from his words and he smiled at her, a genuine heartfelt smile which showed off all of his pearl white teeth as he placed a hand onto her cheek again, feeling her cold skin as she remained emotionless, wanting to hear the blunt, sharp words from his mouth.

"For an Oxford graduate you're not very smart sometimes," he informed her and she shook her head at him quickly, her hair bouncing all over her face as she did so.

"I need to hear it, Erik," she begged him. "I need you to say it."

"I already did," he teased her and she rolled her eyes at him.

"No riddles. I want the truth," she said and Erik continued with his large smile, thinking about what Emma had just asked of him and he nodded at her.

"I want you," he declared; his voice soft and warm for once, the noise ringing around her ears in delirium. After all of this he wanted her. "I want you and our baby...I want what I once had when I was a child..."

And that was enough for Emma to quickly place her arms around his neck and awkwardly kiss him as he laughed once. His arms moved around her waist as he pulled her closer to him against the bench, quickly kissing her lips as she spoke to him, her hands moving to his face.

"What...took...you...so...long?" she asked him in between her mouth landing on his with force and he looked at her for a second, seeing that she had begun crying gently and he held onto her waist.

"I just didn't know what I had until I nearly lost it," he explained to her before she started kissing him again.

Seven Months Later

"Erik!" Emma shouted his name as she stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the banister as she allowed it to take some weight from her feet. She looked down onto her swollen stomach as the baby began to kick inside of her and she groaned for a moment, knowing it was going to be just like its father -a strong little thing. Emma heard a shout of German and then the slamming of things onto the ground before she saw him emerge from the room at the end of the hall and he stood at the top of the stairs.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice clearly agitated as Emma raised a brow at him, her eyes narrowed and he shook his head, picking up on her clear look of annoyance as being addressed like he had just done. "Sorry...no way to talk to the mother of my child...what is wrong, Emma?"

"I was just wondering what all the noise was about," she simply spoke, looking back into the stone tiled kitchen to make sure her dinner wasn't burning as Erik ran a hand through his hair and he shrugged once.

"I'm trying to make this cot fit together," he grunted and Emma began to move up the stairs, holding on tightly to the railing as she moved up the carpeted steps. "I sometimes wonder why I even gave up the day job...this is impossible...chasing down people like Williams and Shaw was much more easy..." he muttered as Emma pushed past him, walking into the room which was to become the nursery and her eyes went wide at what she saw.

"What...Erik...just...how?" she blurted out, taking in the appearance of the room. Metal screws were strewn all across the floor. Pieces of wood sat at different angles in comparison to where they should really have been and the cot looked like it had been built upside down by Charles who was terrible at DIY.

"It is not as easy as it looks!" Erik defended himself, moving his hand out and pulling the screws together, dropping them into a neat pile on the wooden set of drawers which had already come ready made.

"I thought it would be easy for you," Emma informed him, her hand moving onto her stomach. "I thought you were practical."

"When it comes to hutting Nazis, then yes, I was very practical," he assured her and she rolled the sleeves up on the blouse she was wearing to her elbow as she pointed to the door.

"Go and check on the dinner," she said to him and he blinked quickly, shaking his head as he grabbed onto her elbows, steering her to the door.

"I am going to finish this. You are not." He said to her, his voice stubborn as Emma rolled her eyes.

"I can do a better job than you!" she promised him and he chuckled once.

"I doubt that," he said. "Now go back downstairs and I shall be down when I have made this cot."

"That's never then?" Emma taunted him and he kissed the top of her head before moving back into the nursery.

"Domesticated bliss clearly is not for me," Erik called out to her, turning around in the doorway and grinning once. "Do you see the sacrifices I have made for you?"

"Only because you love me," Emma called out and she moved down the stairs, leaving Erik leaning in the doorway, a small grin on his face as he folded his arms and nodded once.

"I guess I must do."

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A/N: The final to last chapter here guys! Thank you to anon, Meo, xxpunkygirlxx, dreamsnhugs, darniece, golden-priestess, country-girl20 and Trulzxoxo, for reviewing the last chapter. I went with the happy ending, mainly because they do happen, don't they? And this is Erik and Emma we are talking about! Anyway, the next chapter and final chapter should be out later today, so until then, please review and thanks for reading!