A few days have passed since the ordeal at the hospital. Mary Margaret and David decided to name their son, Graham, after the sheriff before David and very good friend of both of theirs and the middle name Killian, after the doctor who helped deliver him and helped their grandson get better. Killian was honored. The whole family was back at home and Emma was having a difficult time adjusting to having parents and a brother. She had just gotten semi-used to having parents and now she has to get used to having a baby brother and her parents still caring about her. She had been in foster homes where the parents had biological children of their own or already adopted children and she was tossed to the side and the minute she acted up, she was sent back. Even though in her mind she knew these were her real parents and they didn't give her up she was kidnapped, there was still that fear in her mind. She was working extra hard to make sure they knew she was grateful for everything they were doing for her and Henry. Every day when she came home, she would take Henry into the kitchen and put him in a walker so she could cook dinner. Every time she got paid, she'd wait until late at night and then put some of her money into her parents "rainy day fund". Mary Margaret and David noticed there was more money than they were putting in but they knew they couldn't just outright ask Emma because she would deny it. They finally got their chance when they walked in on Emma counting her money and getting frustrated one morning.

"Morning Emma, everything okay?" Mary Margaret asked as she put Graham in a bouncer so she could get his bottle.

"Yeah, yeah, fine." Emma said as she started to gather her money, double checking to make sure she grabbed everything.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Henry's five month check-up is today and the copay is just out of my price range today."

"Oh well, here," she grabbed the jar that held the "rainy day fund", "how much more do you need?"

"Oh no that's okay. I'll just reschedule it until I get paid." Emma said quickly. Mary Margaret sighed and grabbed a couple of bills. She counted them quickly before handing them to Emma. "No, really, it's okay."

"Emma, please, I'm your mother. Let me help you."

"You need that money for Graham."

"Emma, your father and I make more than enough to support you, Graham, and Henry. You're our daughter, Henry is our grandson, we will help you if we can." She held it out again. "Please, take it." Emma slowly took it as if Mary Margaret was going to yank it back and laugh at her at any given moment.

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. Also, your father and I didn't want say to anything but we know you're putting money into the rainy day fund. We want you to stop. Like I just told you, we have more than enough to support you, Graham, and Henry. You need all the money you can get. I know Granny's doesn't pay that well and not everyone tips so please, keep your paycheck."

"I'm just trying to pull my weight. Especially since you have Graham now."

"I understand that and believe me, your father and I appreciate it very much but you have Henry and yourself to think about. So please, if insist on keeping on this job, then keep your paycheck. Also, we've been talking and in September, we want you to go back to school."

"I don't have money for daycare for Henry though."

"Don't worry about that. Henry will be almost eight months by that time. I'm sure we can find someone willing to watch him. I'm sure Red or Granny will jump at the chance. I don't want to hear any arguments, you're going to be sixteen in a few days and you will go back to school." Emma was about to relent when her mother's words registered in her mind.

"Wait, how did you know when my birthday was?"

"I was there of course. Did you really think we would forget your birthday? We've celebrated every year even though you weren't here." Emma's eyes widened. "Emma, we never stopped looking for you, even after we found out we were expecting Graham." Emma's eyes watered. "Oh sweetie." Mary Margaret brought Emma into her arms. She kissed her head and just held her tight. She felt her shirt get wet from Emma's tears. "It's okay sweetie." Mary Margaret rubbed Emma's back. Emma wasn't used to people caring about her. She never expected to hear that her parents celebrated her birthday every year while she was missing. Emma slowly pulled away from her mom. She wiped her eyes and laughed nervously. "You don't have to be afraid to be upset. You can cry in front of me."

"I'm not used to this, someone caring for me."

"Well, you have it now." Mary Margaret kissed her head once more. "Now, you have Henry's appointment to get to." Emma's eyes widened and she ran to her room to get her bag. She came down the stairs and went over to Henry.

"Come on Henry. We're going to see Killian." Henry started to squeal and scream at Killian's name. He had taken a liking to his doctor. The short walk to the hospital, Emma seemed happier to herself. She stopped a Granny's real quick to grab a coffee for herself and Killian. At the hospital, she sat in the waiting room with Henry on her lap playing with a plush toy she had forgotten she had in her bag. Killian came out and Henry started bouncing and reaching for him.

"Looks like my next patient is here." He said coming over and picking up Henry. Emma held up the coffee she had gotten for him. "Oh my thank you Swan. You are my lifesaver today." They went into the room and Killian weighted Henry and checked his height. "Is he talking at all?"

"Not unless you count mindless babbling as talking." Emma said with a giggle as she sipped her coffee. Killian smiled as he did that same with his.

"What else is going on?" He asked as he sat on the table with Henry on his lap.

"Don't you have other patients?"

"Actually, you're my last one until later on tonight." Emma gave him a look like she didn't believe him. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm still asking what's going on in your life." Emma laughed.

"What's with the sudden interest?"

"Oh come now Swan, we were always talking while Henry was admitted." Emma shrugged.

"True. Nothing's new, when does Bae get here?"

"Next week, I'm excited." He said like a school girl waiting for her crush to call.

"Okay Miss Jones, should I leave you alone to ponder your thoughts?" Emma asked with a smile, obviously teasing him.

"Ha ha, very funny Swan. How would like to meet him? Bring Henry and the four of us can spend the day together." Emma gave him a funny look.

"Isn't it a little early for me to meet your kid, I mean you haven't bought me dinner yet?" She said with a laugh. Killian smiled, she fell right into his trap.

"So let's fix that, tomorrow seven o'clock." Emma choked on her sip of coffee.

"You know I was kidding right?" She asked starting to panic.

"I wasn't, I'm asking you out on a date." Killian said face completely serious.

"You know the baby you're holding is mine right?"

"I'm aware of that otherwise you wouldn't be here." Killian said not losing the serious tone or face.

"That doesn't bother you?" Emma asked feeling her heart start to beat like a drum.

"Should it? Swan, yes I'm aware you have a child, no it doesn't bother me Milah had a child and I was younger when I was with her, there is nothing you can say that is going to change my mind that I want to take you out on a date. Don't even try to bring Neal into this, he's in a jail and can't hurt you, Henry, your parents, or anyone again." Emma looked at him and considered his words. They seemed sincere and Emma can usually tell when someone is lying, except her lie detector was broken when she met Neal, that's not the point Killian seemed to be telling the truth.

"Okay, provided I can find a sitter for Henry."

"Fair enough and if you can't we'll go somewhere kid friendly." Killian said giving Henry back to Emma. "Thank you again for the coffee and I'll see you or both of you tomorrow." He waved bye to Henry and left the room and Emma feeling stuck. Did Killian realize that she was only fifteen? Did he realize that what he just did was illegal? Did he even care? Did he like girls like her? Did he like them younger, much younger than him? Then another thought struck her. She'd have to take Henry. There was no way she'd be able to get a sitter without her parents finding out and if they did find out then what? What would she say? How would save Killian's life from her father who would without a doubt want to kill him? With all these thoughts swimming around her head, she found her way back to the loft. Now for the hard part, getting past her parents without them detecting something is off with her. She took a deep breath and opened the door.