'I need to go home', I say and hurry to gather all my things. Of course Killian is confused.

'Why the rush, lass?'

'Because my parents are going to kill me! I didn't come home all night and I didn't even text them!' I yell paniced. So this is what it feels like to about to be grounded by your parents. I assume.

'It's still dark, maybe they didn't notice', he says hopefully, knowing extremely well that if they find out I spend the night with him he'd be in big trouble. And if they find out I had sex with Killian Jones, I'm pretty sure David would kill him

'Killian...', I say before I leave the room.

'Yes, love?' And suddenly I'm at a loss of what to say.

'I...', instead of saying something I lean in and kiss him softly. One last look into his blue eyes and then I leave. As quickly as I can I run home.

29 years old and experiencing what a 16 year old goes through. In record time I reach the loft. Quietly I rush up the stairs to the front door. I listen for any sound of movement before I open it. The loft is dark and I sigh. I rush towards the stairs and am about to send a quiet thank you to...

'Where do you think you're going', I hear my mother say sternly. She turns on the lights and I turn around.

'To bed?'

'I don't think so. Get down here, now', Mary Margaret is in mother mode. Absolute mother mode. And I am so screwed. 'Where were you?' I think about lying but I already know she knows exactly where I was.

'With Killian', I use his real name to make it sound less... I don't know, less bad, maybe.

'With Hook, huh? Why is your hair wet?' Shit...

'I took a shower', I answer sheepishly. God, I feel 16.

'Why did you need to shower there?' Please someone make this stop!

'We watched a movie in his room and I feel asleep. He woke me up about an hour ago because I have to be at the station later and he said I could shower there so I wouldn't have to do it at home', I lie.

'I saw you two make out on the street, Emma Swan. Do not lie to me. I know exactly what you did with Hook. So you don't need say it. I know you're an adult and can make your own discisions but you still live with us. We were worried! You could've sent a text. At least to let us know you wouldn't come home! I convinced your father that you just needed a little space but he will find out eventually', I cringe at the thought. It's bad enough my mother already knows what I did with Killian but my dad...

'Wow, you're really getting the hang of being a stern mother, aren't you?' I try to lighten the conversation. Clearly it doesn't work.

'Go to your room and change. It's already 5.30 am so don't bother going back to sleep. We're not finished with this, okay', she says with a final glare. I nod and run up the stairs. That was mortifying.

I take a long time to get dressed and to fix my hair. Is around 6.30 am when I get downstairs. Mary Margaret is in the kitchen making breakfast. David is in the shower so I decide to talk to Mary Margaret for a minute.

'Ma... mom?' I go with mom because she was definately my mother just now. She turns around and crosses her arms. 'I'm really sorry about everything. I know I should've texted you but everything just kind of happened.' She stares at me before she sighs.

'I know you're an adult, Emma. I know you're having sex. I just... you will always be my little girl and I just got to be your mom and I still have to get used to everything. I wanted to be your mom for so long. Now I get to be one and you're already grown', she says with tears in her eyes. 'It's just... when you didn't come home I freaked. I assume it feels like sending your daughter off to a prom or ball knowing she could be going home with a boy.'

'You are my mom, okay. And I am sorry I didn't come home', I say softly.

'It's okay, Emma. Maybe I overreacted a little. You are grown...', I cut her off before she can say IT again.

'Don't say it, okay. I know what you mean. Next time I'll send you a text even if it's the middle of the night. Let's leave it at that for now before David comes...'

'Where have you been!' David shouts.

'...in.'