I had originally planned for both of the exes to make an appearance, but only Neal did. I did feel that a reunion was called for, but I couldn't find a way to write it in. Like with Neal, I didn't feel that drama was really necessary. Y'all also know I like writing fluff and feels . Despite on how you may feel about Milah on the show, I do hope you enjoy this one-shot!

This also takes place during those six years between the last chapter and the epilogues.

Killian was toting his three-year-old son to the park in Boston. He and Emma had taken the kids to the New England Aquarium.

Just then, Liam dropped his sippy cup over Killian's shoulder and said, "Uh oh."

Killian turned around to pick up when someone beat him to it.

"Here you go, love," a familiar voice said.

"Tank you," Liam told her.

"Hey, lad, why don't you leave your cup here and go play," Killian suggested as he put Liam down.

"Otay," Liam replied before running to the playground.

As Killian turned to face the brown, curly-haired woman, she observed, "I can tell he's yours. He looks just like you."

Killian smiled at her comment before he said, "Aye. He also acts like me, as my wife likes to remind me."

"Sounds like you have the life that you wanted," Milah surmised regretfully.

"Milah, I don'tâ€Ĥ" Killian began but she cut him off.

"It isn't what you think, Killian. Just hear me out," Milah pleaded.

Killian considered her words before he nodded. He then sat down on a bench and Milah followed.

She took a deep breath before she began, "You can't know how happy I am that you're happily married and have a little boy. Even before your brother asked you to move to Storybrooke, I always knew you would eventually."

"You did?"

Milah nodded before she elaborated, "I knew how much you loved traveling, but you were so close to your family, and your friends in Storybrooke."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Killian questioned.

"I knew I would never be able to live that kind of life. But I wanted to hold on to you. Looking back now, it was a bit selfish," Milah admitted.

Killian shook his head before he reassured her, "You weren't selfish. I loved you and our life together. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

He then stated, "And you're right – I knew you have trouble settling down. I was hoping I could change your mind, but ultimately, I knew I wouldn't be able to. That's why I didn't come after you."

"You have to know how much I regretted leaving you. I know I broke your heart, and that's the last thing I wanted to do. I thought about coming back, but I knew we wouldn't have worked out. We wanted different things. It was hard to forgive myself," Milah honestly told him.

Killian took in her words before he spoke, "I'm not going to pretend that you didn't hurt me. I couldn't be angry with you, but I did spend a long time believing my heart wouldn't mend back together. I wasn't sure I'd be able to move on. But I did."

"Thanks to your wife," Milah surmised.

"It wasn't quite that simple, but she was part of it," Killian replied.

Milah nodded before she smiled and told him, "I know I've said this before, but I am so happy for you, Killian. Truly. It's all I wanted for you."

Killian returned her smile and said, "Thank you, Milah."

He then asked, "Do I have a reason to be happy for you?"

Milah's smile grew as she showed him her left hand, where a ring with a red ruby sat.

"The wedding is three months from now after his tour."

"Tour?" Killian questioned.

"Jefferson is the lead singer of the punk rock band Mad Hatters," Milah explained.

"Ah. Can't say I've heard of them," Killian said.

"Because you probably still only listen to classic rock," Milah said with a grin.

"You are right, love," Killian said as he returned her grin.

He then observed, "The ring isn't exactly traditional, but neither were you as I recall."

"Jefferson isn't traditional either. He's a bit eccentric, but he's a good man. I love him so much," Milah told him.

"I can see that. Congratulations – I'm happy for you, love," Killian told her.

"Thanks, Killian," Milah said.

Just then, her phone rang. As she answered it, she said, "Hey, babe."

After listening for a minute, she told him, "I'll be there shortly. See you soon, love."

When she hung up, she rose with Killian following her.

She then told him, "Jefferson wants me to meet him at rehearsal, so I'll have to be going. It was good seeing you though," with a smile.

"You as well, Milah," Killian told her as he returned her smile.

She turned to leave, but then she stopped and said, "Before I leave, I wanted to ask how your brother and sister-in-law are doing. They always made me feel so welcome."

"Well, actually, they were killed in a car crash seven years ago," Killian said.

"Oh, Killian. I'm so sorry," Milah replied.

"Thank you, Milah. I appreciate it. I'm alright though," Killian said. He then continued, "I'll always have a piece of them through the little girl that they left behind. I became her guardian upon their death – although, she isn't so little anymore."

Milah nodded just as Liam ran up to his father.

"Daddy, see Mommy and Anna Beth?"

"Of course, lad," Killian replied before scooping up the dark-haired boy.

He then looked back up at Milah and said, "Congratulations again, Milah. Goodbye, love."

"Goodbye, Killian," Milah said before turning and walking away.

Killian then began walking in the other direction. As he did, he couldn't help the memories of his life with Milah that begin to flow. Though they were young, they were so in love and so happy. However, he did know that them breaking up was for the best. Just as she had said, they wouldn't have worked out.

And now, Milah was marrying the love of her life, just like he had. And no doubt, they would all be immensely happy until death did them part.