NOTE: WOW! You guys keep astounding me! Thank you so much for the love and support for the last chapter! :) It really means a lot to me. So this chapter kind of addresses Emma's demons, which thus far have kept her from loving anyone since Neal [other than Gram...RIP :'( ]. They will come up again in the story, but it also shows more domestic Killian (AHHHHHH :D) which btw is SOOO MUCH FREAKING FUN TO WRITE! I hope you enjoy! There is something BIG that will happen for the two of them soon, but I'm not quite sure what yet...we shall see...

Chapter 5

Emma saw rays of sunlight stream in through her bedroom window behind her eyelids. She rolled over, thinking she would find Killian's warm body beside her, but instead found nothing but cold and empty sheets. Her eyes snapped open and she was jerked wide awake. She quickly raked her eyes around the room for any sign of when or why Killian was gone, but saw none. Her heart was beating right out of her chest. She stood up and threw on a pair of leggings and one of Killian's t-shirts before dashing over to Henry's room. Once there, all she found was Henry's bed empty and cold as well.

No, no, NO, this is not happening- She thought to herself. Had they been kidnapped? Was someone holding them hostage against her? Had Killian been brainwashed into taking Henry away? Her mind raced with worst-possible-scenarios. Then she heard a great CRASH coming from the direction of the kitchen. Emma sprinted down the stairs and found Killian and Henry in the kitchen together, smiling like a pair of school boys. Emma felt her heart slow down and the bundle of nerves that had been forming in her stomach dissipated. Killian looked up at her, grin growing even more.

"Ah! Emma, love, it seems that we have defeated our purpose here and you have foiled out plot!"

Henry looked up then. "Aww, Mom! We were going to bring you breakfast in bed!"

Emma shook her head and laughed quietly to herself. "I mean, I can go back if you want?"

"YES! GO – NOW…please?" Henry almost shouted.

Emma gave them both a look of, "Okay, okay, I'm going," and left the kitchen winking at Killian.

She crawled back into her bed and thought about how silly she had just been for freaking out. But, for some reason, she couldn't help but do so whenever she woke up without Killian next to her for no apparent reason. This was the 17th time something like this had happened. She was so petrified of losing him, of him just getting up and abandoning her and Henry, like Neal had. But she knew Killian was nothing like Neal, that he would never do something like that to them unless he had a reason to, like if someone was threatening him or something, but never because he was simply tired of them. They were his family, they were his home, as he had made perfectly clear to her after the last time this had happened. She knew this was true, but it did nothing to calm her fears in the moment. Emma looked out her window, lost in her own head.

Soon the smell of pancakes, bacon and coffee interrupted her thoughts. She turned her head towards the door, and the source of the heavenly smell, and sat up as Henry carefully carried a breakfast tray over to her and Killian brought a whole pot of coffee.

"Yum! It looks delicious, guys," Emma remarked as Henry sat their food in front of her. Henry liked to call these types of mornings, "bed picnics", because they all gathered in one of the beds to eat breakfast.

"Good, because we slaved over it for hours," Killian exaggerated. Emma chuckled quietly under her breath.

Killian poured her a cup of black coffee and handed it to her, and she accepted it gratefully. Henry had already begun digging into his chocolate chip pancakes.

"Hey, kid, slow down! You're going to get sick if you keep downing them like that," Emma scolded. Henry smiled innocently and returned his attention to his food, but taking his mother's advice. Killian climbed back into bed with them and nuzzled Emma's shoulder gently. She turned her head and rested it on her shoulder and looked lovingly into his bright blue eyes. Somehow, his lips magically met hers for a good morning kiss.

"Ew, guys, get a room!" protested Henry. They simply chuckled to each other before chomping down on their meal. They had worked up quite an appetite the night before.

The small family chattered away about simple things. Henry asked Killian about his life as a pirate, as usual, and about his many adventures. Emma asked Henry if he had any homework to do before he went back to school after the break was done, to which he replied no. Killian asked Emma and Henry to explain different things in their world. Other than the fact that Killian was a former pirate, and all of them originated from the Enchanted Forrest, they acted like a normal, run-of-the-mill family.

As soon as Henry was done with his food, he asked Emma and Killian if he could go and play with Grace that afternoon, to which they replied only if he cleaned up his room before. So he dashed out of their bedroom to clean his own and to put away his dirty plate.

"I think he fancies that Grace, you know," remarked Killian.

"No, you don't say? I didn't even notice," Emma teased making Killian laugh as he arose to move their empty plates and to close their door so that they might have a little more privacy.

"Now that we're alone," he said as he climbed on top of her, nestling his legs between hers and kissing her neck gently.

"Mmmhmmm?" Emma managed to get out.

"I have some plans for today, if you're up to it?"

"And what might these plans entail?" Emma looked at him suspiciously.

"Oh, this," he kissed her nose, "and that." He kissed her earlobe.

"Don't you think we did enough of 'this and that' last night?"

"Perhaps, but I do think that I will never be able to get enough of you, love," Killian's mouth fully assaulted Emma's at this point. She kissed him back, but not as enthusiastically as she usually did. Her mind was still preoccupied with her reaction to him not being there this morning. She needed to figure out why that kept happening and how she could stop it from occurring. It was starting to become an annoying habit.

Killian noticed her lack of presence in their kiss and pulled away so that he could fully look at her face. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"It's…It's nothing," she replied.

"It doesn't seem like nothing. Usually I have to peel you off of me when I kiss you like that. Why are you so absent minded? Is it because you were worried this morning when you couldn't find Henry or I?"

"How did you…"

"I could hear you running around upstairs. I would have come to you right away, but Henry was about to burn both the food and the apartment."

Emma's face scrunched up in concentration. "It's just…I don't know why I keep reacting like that. I know you would never leave me unless you thought it was for either mine or Henry's safety, or you would leave a note if you had to go out early. But for some reason, I have this fear that one day I'll wake up, and you'll just be gone without any explanation, never to be heard from again. I know, it's silly, but I can't seem to shake it."

"Emma, love," he caressed her face and brushed back her hair tenderly. "You know I would never do that to you. Some time, you're going to have to accept the fact that I'm not going to hurt you, Henry, or leave the both of you. I'm planning on staying here for the rest of my life."

"I know that. Can…Can we just forget I said anything? It's just my mind being crazy after years of being alone. I'll get over it, I promise. It'll just take time." She gave him an encouraging smile, trying to ease the concern evident on his face.

"Whatever you say, m'lady. Now, where were we? Oh, yes, I remember!" He went back to kissing her like before and it had the desired effect, she was mesmerized by his kiss and could not get enough of it, or him for that matter.

"Okay, mom, my room is cleaned up! Can you take me over to…" Henry trailed off as it sunk in that he had just interrupted a very intense make-out session. "Oh, sorry," he blushed.

"It's alright, lad. Let's go make sure your room is clean and then I'll take you over to see Grace." Killian de-tangled himself from Emma and went with Henry to check out his room. Before leaving her though, he turned at the door frame and gave her a smirk and a wink. Emma smiled like a love-struck, stupid, teenager who was in love for the first time.


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