Emma hadn't heard from Killian for five entire days. Robin kept brushing it off, saying to just give it time. She didn't want to give it more time. Emma wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what Killian was doing. He was shutting her out, something that she felt she was an expert at. Well, she wasn't going to let him beat her at a game she perfected in childhood. She had debated with herself for the past two days if she should just show up at his house unannounced. This morning when she woke up to no messages from him she had made up her mind.

Despite it being the end of April there was still a chill in the air. Emma didn't care though, she was on a mission. She pulled her jacket closer to her as she waited for the bus. She really needed to save faster for a new car she thought as a gust of wind chilled her to the bone.

Emma found out through Ruby that Killian hadn't went to work all week, and that was the last straw for her. He had refused to let her push him away early in their relationship and she was simply returning the favor.

As Emma sat on the bus consumed by thoughts of what she was going to say to Killian when she arrived on his doorstep, she watched a woman board the bus with a baby in her arms followed by her young son. He appeared to be around 8 or 9. The same age her son would have been. Henry. Well at least that's what she wrote on the birth certificate, she wasn't sure what his new parents had called him. She tried not to think about him often, but sometimes it would catch her off guard, like it was right now.

She supposed there would come a time where she need need to tell Ruby, Mary Margaret, and Killian about him. She just didn't know what that would look like and it scared her. Her secrets ran deep. Maybe too deep. She just hoped they could love her after everything.

Emma finally arrived outside of Killian's red-brick townhouse. It was only around 4:00 pm, but she noticed no lights on inside. Maybe he wasn't home. She pulled out for phone and tried for maybe the 10th time that day to reach him.

It rang once and she heard, "You have reached Killian Jones, I am not around…" She hung up before hearing the end of his voicemail message. She wasn't giving up that easily. She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Absolutely nothing. No sound from inside. She was starting to grow annoyed and sad at this point. She wouldn't let him do this, not when they have fought to be together so far.

She rang the doorbell again. Still nothing. At this point she was getting angry. She slammed her fists against the door, knocking harder than she really needed to. She found at this moment, she didn't really care.

"Killian," Emma yelled as she knocked again. "Killian Jones, I know that you are in there. I will stand out here all night if I have to." Emma kept up with knocking and yelling his name for the next few minutes before the door suddenly burst open.

'WHAT!" Killian roared at her. Emma was immediately hit by the smell of whiskey and cigarettes and what was once her suave Killian Jones. He now looked rather homeless.

Emma took two steps back, thrown off by his boorish behavior. She didn't let it show on her face.

"Killian, I've been trying to reach you for days," She explained.

He rolled his eyes and let out a huff, "Well, maybe I didn't want you around."

"You don't mean that," she said. Emma knew that he was trying to hurt het, to push her away so she would leave. If he thought that was happening, he had another thing coming. She pushed past him and made her way into his dimly lit entryway. She continued smelling alcohol all around her.

He slammed the door and whipped around, "You have some nerve," he began to say before Emma cut him off.

"Stop it! Just stop it," she exclaimed to him, stamping her foot for emphasis. "This isn't you."

He let out a cruel laugh, "No, love this is exactly who I am."

Emma knew that he was looking for a fight, someone to take his grief out on. She wouldn't allow him to do this. She would love him instead.

"Killian, please. I know what you are going through."

This made him laugh again, "Oh do you?" he questioned, "Know what it's like to lose the only thing that ever mattered."

At this point, Emma wanted to laugh as well. She did in fact know what it was like to lose the only thing that ever mattered. Henry.

Emma took in her surroundings, Killian's usually clean home was filthy. Bottles of whiskey and alcohol littered every surface in her sight. There was an ashtray overflowing with cigarettes. Robin had told her that this was a bad week for Killian every year, but he hadn't let on how bad it really was. Maybe he didn't know, maybe Killian was as good as pushing people away as she was.

Emma signed, "Maybe I don't know what it's like to lose someone the way you did, but I wan't to help you. Please don't push me away. Not after everything Killian."

This seemed to shake him from his drunken rage. He took one look at her before burying his face in his hands and collapsing into the chair behind him. Emma could hear him crying and it broke her heart.

She knelt down in front of him and took his hands in hers. He refused to meet her eyes. "Killian, I love you. I am not going anywhere, please don't push me away." This was Emma's first time saying that she loved him. She hadn't even known it herself, but once the words came out she knew they were true.

Emma threw her arms around him and squeezed him tight, "Killian, please don't push me away," she whispered into his ear. She could feel his hot tears on her neck and he pulled her closer.

"I'm sorry Emma," he whispered back.

They sat like this, just holding each other for a long time. Until Emma felt him drift off to sleep. She turned off the lights in his living room, closing the pocket doors behind her. She wrinkled her nose at the mess around her. She couldn't make his pain go away but she could clean up his mess today.

Killian woke up on the chair in his living room to the smell of bleach and also the smell of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. He knew that his dream of Emma earlier hadn't been a dream. She came here, he had screamed in her face, and she had stayed.

And she had told him that she loved him.

Emma loved him.

His Emma.

He gathered his courage to face her and made his way into the kitchen. She had her back turned to him, stirring something that smelled amazing. She was slightly swaying her hips from side to side, singing along to some song from the 1960's that was playing on her phone.

Stand by your man,

And show the world you love him

Keep giving all the love you can

She sang along to the words, she was a vision to wake up to.

"Smells amazing," he said. She turned her head and smiled at him. Killian felt his heart stop. This amazing woman loved him, despite his flaws. She had come here to pull him out of his darkness and his worst week.

"I figured that you would be hungry," she said, adding some garlic to the sauce.

"Emma listen to me, I am so sorry," Killian started but Emma quickly quieted him.

"Killian I promise, I am all in with you. I want your worst and your best."

Every emotion that he had been feeling for weeks bubbled up inside him, he took three strides towards Emma pulling her into a deep kiss. "I love you Swan," he said pressing another kiss against her temple.