Henry's chambers at Regina were the chambers of a prince. The door was carved intricately, with waves and trees and books and Henry's name in the centre, and it was answered by a man who Emma did not know but who introduced himself as Henry's tutor, a short man in clothes finer than Emma had ever seen. Behind the door was a cozy study, with a fire blazing, and a bookshelf full of books. The window was unobscured by the thick, red drapes that sat on each side of it. And, in the centre, sitting on a plush-seated, straight-backed chair, at a stone-slab of a table, furnished with rich ornaments and candles, was a boy that Emma could hardly recognise, a boy wearing a red velvet vest, a billowing shirt and polished black boots. It was the bored look on his face, the irresistible scruffiness of his hair that made Emma grin, her heart leap and a cry of "Henry!" to escape from her mouth.

His head jerked up from the book that he was studying. His eyes widened and he jumped up. "Mom!" he cried out. The tutor excused himself with hardly a word and Emma ignored him, taking her baby boy into her arms with no restraint. "You're home," Henry said fondly as he burrowed his head into her neck. He was taller than he had been when she left.

She pulled back, eager to see any other changes. He had yet to start growing a beard but she could hear the starts of his voice dropping. It made her heart twinge, wishing she did not have to leave him yet again. Henry was studying her too and Emma saw the exact moment that he noticed the ring on her finger. His face dropped, brows furrowing.

"You got married? To Killian?"

Emma nodded, smiling slightly. She reached with her other hand to twist at the ring, her most beloved possession. "In Agrabah."

"Agrabah," Henry repeated, aghast. "Did you- Aladdin, Jasmine," he said, trailing off.

Emma grinned. She shook her head. "We did not go to the palace. We didn't meet Aladdin or Jasmine, no, if they even exist. While I was away, I wasn't a princess of Misthaven. I was a pirate."

"And a pirate's wife, now," Henry said with a laugh. "You know it's bad luck for a woman to be on a ship?"

Emma rolled her eyes, cuffing Henry round the head. "You sound like my husband." Henry grinned.

"Where is Killian? And Liam? Are they here?" he asked eagerly.

Emma nodded. "I left them with your other mom. We'd best go check she hasn't incinerated Killian yet."

Henry laughed. Emma wrapped an arm around her son's shoulders, squeezing tightly, as they left the chambers, passing Henry's protesting tutor. "He's taking the rest of the day off," she called back to him and was gratified by the sound of a huff coming from the squat man.

"He won't be happy with me tomorrow," Henry said, though he didn't sound irritated, only amused.

"What's with the tutor anyway? Are you too cool to go to school now you're a prince of two kingdoms?" she teased, poking his side.

Henry rolled his eyes. "Royals don't go to school here. Every kid at court has a tutor." Emma furrowed her brow.

"Oh."

They reached the sitting room from where Liam's giggles emanated quickly enough. "Henry!" Killian cried out happily. Henry grinned and Emma watched, pleased, as her husband and her son embraced, with a bump of their fists on each other's back, and then as her elder son stole Liam and danced around Regina's sitting room with him, under the amused eyes of Regina and Robin. Emma greeted her husband with a soft kiss, only breaking apart when Regina scoffed.

"You've hardly been apart for ten minutes."

"I've heard all newlyweds are like that," Henry said. Emma's eyes fluttered closed at the gasp from Regina. She met eyes with Killian who gave her a wry smile.

"You're married?" Regina demanded. Emma nodded, lifting her hand to show the ring that announced her marriage to Killian. "When did this happen?"

"A few weeks ago."

"Well, you have had a nice break," she said. Emma rolled her eyes. "I'll bet Snow was furious that you got married without her."

Emma bit back a laugh. "Enough to demand a second wedding."

"A second wedding?" Henry repeated, excited. "When? Soon?"

Emma shot Killian a guilty look. "I'm afraid not, kid. Me and Killian have to go to do some work for Mary Margaret and David."

"Work? What kind of work?"

"We have to go to Arendelle and sort some things out there."

"But- You've only just got back." His voice was quiet now and he put Liam down on the sofa next to him, the little boy pouting. "When are you going?"

Emma swallowed roughly. "We have to go really soon."

Henry scoffed, his face clearing of any excitement that he had been feeling at Emma's return. "Brilliant. Go then," he snapped, before turning and storming out of the room. Emma's wide eyes followed him, her whole body flinching at the sound of the slammed door.

"What the hell…"

Regina tutted. "He's been like that for weeks now, every time he's with me." Emma turned her head to Regina, who shrugged. Emma could see the sadness behind her shrug. "I don't let him do half the things that Neal does, so he isn't happy with me. That was the happiest I'd see him in weeks." Robin nodded solemnly at Regina's side.

"What is Neal letting him do?" Emma asked tightly, her jaw set as she scooped Liam up from the sofa. She met Killian's eyes and he was giving her a warning look, but it was too late. As Regina spoke, Emma felt anger rising like a swirling fire inside her. The ends of her fingers tingled, making Liam giggle in her arms.

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Emma threw a burst of magic at Rumplestiltskin's castle doors and they flew open. "Neal!" she screamed. Liam and Killian trailed behind her. She had transported them there magically, something she had not done to reach Regina's. Her magic had been tempestuous lately, sometimes exponentially strong and sometimes not accessible at all. She thought it was because of her conflicting emotions of being in the Enchanted Forest and her joy at marrying Killian. Whatever reason it was, it didn't matter now, not with metal-hot anger burning in her veins.

"Calm down, dearie."

Rumple popped up not far in front of her. Emma growled and he chuckled, tapping his fingers together. He was green and scaly, the way Killian had told him he had always looked in the Enchanted Forest. "I'm not here for you, Gold," she said.

"You're here for my son."

"Yes. Where is he?"

"I'm here," Neal's voice said, coming up slowly behind Rumple. "What's all the shouting about? When did you get back, Ems?" Emma could hear Killian's irritation at the nickname.

"I'm sure they're here to announce their happiness since the wedding," Rumple said, his eyes narrowing. Emma could see why Killian called the man a crocodile. She felt hatred stirring in her chest, for all the destruction this man had caused.

"Wow, you got married," Neal said with a laugh. She could see surprise written over his features. "What happened to the Emma Swan I knew, who swore off marriage and 'all that other romantic crap'?"

Emma ignored the way he quoted her words, the way he had remembered them. "I'm not here to talk about that," she said dismissively. "I'm here to talk about Henry."

Neal's face dropped. "Is he okay?" He looked between Emma and Killian. "Where is he? He's supposed to be at Regina's. He's not here."

"I know he's not here," Emma said impatiently. "I'm not sure I want him to come here again."

"Careful, dearie," Rumple interrupted. Emma turned her fury upon him and he only smirked. "Wouldn't want to say something you don't mean, now would you? Especially not when Baelfire is the one who has been looking after the boy while you've been off gallivanting with your alcoholic pirate." Magic flicked at the end of Emma's fingers. "Might want to get that under control, Miss Swan, else you might hurt somebody when feeling particularly - emotional." His eyes flickered to Killian, or to Liam in his arms. Emma ignored the comment, turning back to Neal.

"I'd thank you for helping to look after Henry if you weren't taking him out drinking and whoring."

"Woah," Neal said, putting his hands up. "I've never taken anyone whoring. If you're looking for whoremongers, you can look to your husband."

"That's enough," Emma snapped. "We're here to talk about Henry and why he is drinking when he's with you."

"Everybody drinks here, Ems."

"Not my son."

"Everybody," Neal emphasised and held his hand up to Killian, as though to use him as an example.

"You make one more fucking comment," Emma said, raising her hand. Magic was coming off in sparks. Rumple smirked. Emma put her hand down, laying it flat against her side. "I am Henry's mother. I decide whether he drinks and I say that he does not."

"Maybe you could police that if you were here."

"I was letting Henry spend some time with his father and his other mom. Stop treating my son like he's your friend and not your child." Emma turned on her tail and headed back towards the door, feeling too angry to continue.

"Go on, little puppy," she heard in Gold's disgusting voice and stopped. "Follow your bitch."

The magic was coming from her before she even knew she'd turned. It hit neither Gold nor Neal but went directly in between them, a huge scorch mark appearing on the wall. Emma smirked and swirled her hand in the air, in a mockery of Rumple, transporting her family back to Regina's.

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Emma stormed out of Henry's chambers, her anger making her green eyes flare. She was intensely beautiful when she was like this, although unfortunately too furious for it to be the right time to bring it up. It was only when she got close that her eyes got wet and she pressed the heels of her palms into them. Killian sighed. "Love." She shook her head. "I'll go."

And he was gone before Emma could protest, leaving her with Regina and Robin, and Liam who was playing with Robin's son. Killian darted into Henry's chambers, glancing around in appreciation.

"This is nicer than anywhere I ever lived," he said with a whistle. Henry gave a little sniffle of a laugh and Killian approached where he sat in the window seat. Henry gave him a glance but said nothing while Killian perched awkwardly next to him. "So your mum was pretty upset."

"Did she send you in here?" the lad asked grumpily.

Killian shook his head. "No, I wanted to talk to you myself."

"Why? You going to tell me that alcohol is terrible? Because the hip flask in your pocket makes you a bit of a hypocrite."

Killian barked out a laugh, patting his pocket where there was indeed a hip flask filled with rum. "You're right, Henry. I- did you know that I was in the navy?"

"With your brother right, before you went to Neverland?"

Killian nodded. "Yes. But before that, me and my brother, our father sold us as slaves onto this ship and, before we could join the navy, we had to buy our lives back because this pirate captain owned us."

"You were a slave?" Henry said quietly.

"Our father sold us to pay off some debts and escape. Anyway, Liam and I had just got enough money to go and enlist and we'd be able to leave and make a name for ourselves, but, the day that Liam went to enlist us, our captain- well, Liam said he tricked me but it was my fault. He offered me rum and I - Henry, I have an odd relationship with the stuff. I drank and I gambled and, by the time Liam returned, I was passed out on the ship deck with no money left." Henry watched him with careful eyes.

Killian cleared the lump in his throat. "Lad, I'm not saying you'll ever do anything like that. I know you're far more sensible than I was at your age. Hells, you're more sensible than me now, but I just- I just want you to know that alcohol leads to bad decisions and just because you can do something does not mean that you should."

Henry swallowed and nodded. "Is Mom really upset with me?"

Killian sighed. "I'd suggest a big apology, lad."

Henry nodded and then was silent for a moment. Killian stretched as though to leave when Henry said, "Could I join the navy?"

Killian relaxed back into the seat, turning to look Henry in the eyes. He looked serious. "The navy?"

"Princes all do a year in the navy when they're thirteen. Robin told me." Killian chuckled. He doubted that Regina had asked Robin to tell Henry that. He knew that Emma would be furious but the navy had been the making of Killian, for a time.

"Henry, if you truly want to go and serve in the navy for a time, I'll back you to your mother."

"You will?"

Killian nodded, slapping Henry on the back. "Of course, but it's not just sailing, you know. There's lots of hard parts about the navy."

"I know." Killian inclined his head, impressed with the lad despite himself.

"Okay, come on then. I'm sure your moms are going to need time to adjust to this."

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"I cannot believe you," Emma said as she climbed into their bed together. They had decided to stay the night at Regina and Robin's rather than head home. That way, they had a bit longer with Henry, before they left again. Killian sighed. "I cannot believe that you did not talk him down." Killian opened his mouth to speak but Emma wasn't finished. "You're supposed to be my husband. You're supposed to always be on my side."

Killian gave her an incredulous look and then exhaled. "Swan, the navy was good for me."

"Until you became a pirate," Emma grumbled.

Killian met her eyes and she scowled to hide her smile. "Henry deserves to live like a prince if he wants to."

"And what a ridiculous rule that all princes-"

"This is our life now," Killian interrupted, hating the way that Emma broke his gaze. "We have to start getting used to it."

"I don't want to," Emma said stubbornly. "I want to stay in one house with you and Liam and Henry and never leave."

Killian rolled his eyes. "Okay, Swan," he said, moving closer and grabbed her around the waist, his stump batting against her rib cage. "You carry on being ridiculous." She laughed, hitting him on the back.

"We could run away," his wife said dreamily. Killian met her eyes and saw her levity. "Me and you and Liam and Henry, become pirates."

"We are pirates," Killian said, reaching up to squeeze her breast. She met his eyes, the green there darkening. "Swan," he started before cutting himself off.

"What?" Emma asked, moving her body so that it was flat against his. She arched her hips in a very satisfying manner.

"Would you ever want another child?"

"Another Liam?" she said dumbly. Killian snorted.

"It's okay if-"

"Yes," she answered.

Killian grinned. "When?"

Emma met his eyes and arched her hips again. "We could start practising now." Killian leaned down to kiss her, rolling her fully beneath him.

"Good idea, lass."

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