Well folks here I am. Back on FFN. Let's give this a try, shall we? I am also xhookswenchx on tumblr and ao3

This was not happening. Sure, Neal had always been the flaky one in the relationship, but he had not waited until they were standing there in front of the Justice of the Peace to change his mind.

He hadn't.

He had.

Emma wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but she swore to herself that she wouldn't cry. Not here. Not when there were three other couples right behind her waiting for their turn to wed. So there she stood, brave face on.

"It was your idea to get married," she hissed. It wasn't just humiliating, it was awkward having this conversation in front of a complete stranger.

Neal shrugged and shuffled his feet. "I just… I'm not sure I'm ready for a commitment right now."

"I'm fucking pregnant!" she snapped. "It's a little late to say you don't want to commit to anything!"

"You're not that far along," he reasoned. "There's plenty of time to find someone to adopt the kid."

She was about to lay into him when she heard a loud ripping sound. THey both turned to see the JP ripping the certificate to shreds. He was glaring at Neal. "Get out," he said, his words clipped and harsh.

"Come on, Emma-"

"Not her," he growled. "You sir, need to leave."

"She's my ride home," Neal argued.

Emma groaned. The last thing she wanted to do was spend one more second with her stupid now-ex-boyfriend. "He's right," she sighed. "You need to leave and find your own way home. Because I'm not wasting any more time on you."

Everything was a blur after that. Neal attempted to say something, but the next thing she knew was the JP was not-so-gently leading him outside. Hopefully, he'd throw him in a cab or tell him to find his own way home.

Emma sat down and waved off the other couples who had surrounded her. She appreciated the gesture, but was in no mood to be comforted. If anyone fawned over her right now, she might just burst into tears and that would make things worse.

So she sat down and quietly watched as the JP returned and married off the remaining couples. She wasn't exactly sure what she felt. It couldn't be heartbreak. She hadn't truly been in love with Neal for some time now. The only reason she'd agreed to stick with him was because she was pregnant and wanted her kid to have the family she never had growing up.

She was angry. But also, relieved. She could go home and throw Neal's stuff out on the porch and let him slink back to his father's house in shame. Then, she'd have to change the locks.

After that, she'd have to figure out what to do about the child that deserved everything and didn't ask to be brought into the middle of the insanity that was her life. She wanted this baby. She just wasn't sure she could go it alone. Sure, she had her brother and sister-in-law who would be more than happy to help out, but they couldn't do everything. She had no clue how to be a mother.

She'd hate to screw the poor kid up.

"Miss Swan?" It was the man who she most likely should have considered her hero. Though, Emma wasn't one to swoon like that. Especially not after the day she'd just had. Still, he had gotten rid of Neal.

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I know you're getting ready to close up. I'll-"

"Nonsense," he stated as he took a seat next to her. "I just wanted to apologize. I should have made sure you were all right after I got Mr. Cassidy out the door, but I had to finish up with my other customers."

She was absolutely dumbfounded, and maybe she was swooning a little bit. He did have a pretty face and a nice accent. But… "Aren't you on salary?" she asked. "I'm pretty sure you don't get paid overtime for staying late to be nice to me."

He chuckled, a deep, way too sexy chuckle. "You're right. I don't get overtime for this. But I'm here anyway. I thought perhaps we could grab a bite to eat before you go home?"

"Are you asking me on a pity date?" she groaned.

"I would never pity you," he assured her. "Never in my life have I seen a man pull a stunt like that. To abandon the mother of your child… at the altar no less. Yet, you stood strong when everyone would have understood if you'd run off or cried your eyes out."

"Yeah…" she'd had a lump in her throat since that very moment, but she wasn't about to tell him that. "It would still be even worse on my ego if I started bawling in public. Especially over an idiot like Neal."

"He certainly doesn't deserve you," he stated. "Killian Jones," he introduced himself, even though she already knew who he was.

"Emma Swan," she replied. "And thanks." She gave him a half smile. Genuine, but all she could really muster up at that point. "And I still think it's a pity date, but I'm hungry, and I'm sure starving an unborn child is frowned upon, so… if the offer is still on the table?"

"We wouldn't want either of you to starve," he agreed. "Just give me a moment to close up. Is there a place you'd prefer?"

"Anywhere but Storybrooke," she stated. "The gossip is going to fly when people find out what happened. If they see me showing up at the diner with another man on my wedding day…" she rolled her eyes, hoping it was enough for him to get the hint.

Killian nodded and laughed. "Aye. I understand small towns well. No worries though. We can grab a bite out here and then go our separate ways."

That sounded like her kind of date.

Emma grumbled when her phone rang bright and early. She reached over to the nightstand where she'd left it and groaned audibly when she realized who was calling.

Neal.

"Hello?" she whispered, not wanting to risk waking Killian.

"Emma?" Neal shouted. "Where the hell are you? I know you were mad, but you never came home last night and-"

Emma froze when someone else reached for the phone and shut it off, effectively cutting off Neal's rant.

Dammit.

"He doesn't deserve your time," Killian stated. He pulled her close to him and kissed her shoulder as he settled his arm around her waist.

Her very pregnant waist.

God. She'd slept with him.

Not only had she slept with him, but she'd stayed, and now he was very likely getting a very wrong idea about where things were going.

"I have to go," she blurted out, sounding a little too panicked.

"Stay just a little longer," he said, smooth and calm. He found her hand and laced their fingers together. "Please?'

He kissed her shoulder again, reminding Emma once again that they were both naked, and he was very much ready for a sequel to their previous night's adventures. She tried not to think about how he'd made her feel last night. Beautiful, sexy, wanted. All things she hadn't felt in at least three months.

But she was pregnant, and huge, and her stretch marks had stretch marks. How was he not horrified?

No. He was probably just a great actor and this was a pity fuck of some sort, and sure, it had made her feel great, but-

"Swan?"

"I really have to go," she said again.

"All right." He sounded defeated as he let her go. She didn't dare look at him as she gathered her clothes and made her way out of his house.