Answer to the prompt: we're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?
"Swan… we're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?" Truth is, he was surprised.
Emma hadn't been the same since the loss of their baby, spending most of her days and nights in their bedroom or in the nursery they had prepared for their child. Killian had decided to take over her job as sheriff while she was healing, but that had been three months ago and Emma didn't seem to be making any progress. So to say that he was surprised when he found her in their garden in the middle of a storm, was an understatement.
"Come here, Killian." Emma extended her arms towards him and thought he knew he should get her inside before they both catched a cold, he couldn't deny her this, not when she looked so happy. He moved closer to her to embrace her tightly in his arms. Emma giggled when she felt his lips press against her forehead.
"Swan, you're boiling, we need to get you inside." Emma let out an exaggerated gasp and looked up from his chest as if offended by the idea.
"We can't go inside Killian! I need to be here with her."
"With who, Emma?" His eyebrow raised involuntarily, emphasising his confusion; this and his eagerness to get her inside seemed to be offending her.
"With our daughter, Killian. She needs me here, we can't let her be outside by herself!" Killian's calming smile faded from his face and turned into a pained grimace.
"There's no one here, love. The baby's gone." His voice low and gentle to not startle her.
"You can go in if you want, I'm staying here with her." Emma's pitched, hurt tone made his heart squeeze with pain. This wasn't fair. None of this was fair.
"We have to go inside, Emma" he knew she was going to protest "I'm sure she'll follow us inside." This seemed to calm her down enough for him to guide her to the house. He couldn't stop the tears from falling when Emma turned around to ask rose to follow them.