A/N: TWO UPDATES IN A DAY! WHAT?! I'm really excited for this fic! I'm just trying to figure out who my main villain will be for this one. I'm torn between Pan and Rothbart (but like a twist on the character) So reviews will help decide!Hope you like it. Also I still don't own the characters, if I did they would be together and making adorable babies already let's be real. aaaaand go!

As soon as they had cast off and set a tentative course, Killian set down into the captain's cabin to check on the Emma.

"Princess, are you alright? I mean to ask, have you settled in?"

"Killian you're alive, this is the closest to alright I will be until we find Henry. And yes I'm all settled, it's been quite some time since I've spent time in this cabin. It holds so many memories"

Emma smiled to herself as she moved to sit on the narrow bed. This was were it had all started for them. This ship, this cabin, their love story began on the sea. While Emma was lost in her thoughts, Killian couldn't help but feel bile rise in his throat. He knew it had been sometime since his ship had been sighted, and by all accounts he and his crew would have been declared dead. But she'd married another, had a child with another man. He had no right to be so upset, but the sting remained. They had been betrothed once upon a time, ready to start their lives as husband and wife. She'd been his one and only, and it burned to know he wasn't hers.

"Ah yes, the young prince. I heard Ethan back at the docks, I offer my condolences that the lad's father was taken from you."

"Graham wasn't Henry's father. They barely interacted really. I suppose that was my doing, I didn't want Henry to get the wrong idea."

"Henry is the lad's name, after your great-grandfather?"

"Yes, Henry William. He's just turned 4."

"William? Did you name him after my brother?"

"Yes." Emma looked down. She needed to tell Killian who Henry's father really was, that he was standing in this room with her. But first she had to tell him what happened after he left. The ache it caused, how their son was the only thing that kept her going day after. Hell, why she'd agreed to marry Graham, even though she saw him as nothing more than a friend.

"After it was declared your ship had been caught up in the storm and supposedly taken by pirates, there was no consoling me. Besides my family the only other person I would speak with was Liam. We would talk about you, to try and ease both our hearts. And then he met Caroline, and they've just been married about a month ago. Oh! Killian, he'll be so happy that you're back, and he'll kick himself for not waiting another month so you could be there for the wedding!"

She'd gone off on a ramble about the wedding, while Killian's mind whirled. His brother was married, starting a family of his own. Where would he fit in once they retrieved Emma's son? His distress must have shown on his face when Emma tried to pull him from his thoughts.

"Killian! Are you alright, you look as though you might be ill? What's this? A sailor who takes ill on the high seas?"

She was teasing him now, as though all this information wasn't hitting him like a battering ram. Like she hadn't moved on with her life and started a family with someone else, even if he was no longer in the picture as it seemed, someone else had been with his Emma. No, he couldn't think like that she wasn't his Emma anymore.

"Killian, are you still with me? You look so far away."

"Apologies, your highness, but I'll be taking my leave. Allow me to grab a few garments of mine and I will be in the crew's quarters if you should have need of me."

"Nonsense, Killian this is your cabin-"

"It would be bad form, your highness, to allow a lady to bunk with the decidedly male crew. So if you'll excuse me"

He moved to grab a suitable amount of his clothes and wrap them quickly in a cloth before he felt two slender arms wrap around him from behind.

"I wasn't suggesting that I stay with the crew Captain. I was saying stay here with me. I've been without you for too long."

"Darling, I doubt you've missed me overlong seeing that you have a young son." He bit out and immediately regretted as he felt her arms drop from around his waist.

"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, your highness, I know it has been quite some time since you thought me lost to the sea and I can no longer claim any rights to your affections and whom you may bestow them upon. Now if you'll excuse me."

"Four years, 7 months, 3 weeks and a day since you have been gone Killian." She just managed to choke out. He thought she'd moved on? As if there was any moving on from him. It wasn't until Doc confirmed that she was pregnant had she even started to eat regularly and see people outside of her family. Their little miracle kept her from spiraling into a dark desolate place.

Killian couldn't move, had he heard her right? The time he'd been away, she knew down to the day how long he'd been gone away from her. And the boy, she said he'd just turned four. It could only mean, no. He wouldn't let himself hope the boy could be his, he must be imagining things, all the things he wished were true, that she hadn't started a family with someone new, that the boy they were now running after, was his, their, son.

"Killian, please look at me."

He turned to see her tear streaked face, the love in her eyes was more than he could bear. He wrapped his arms around her, as she nuzzled his neck. They stood there silently, holding on to one another as though they would disappear.

"He's yours Killian, ours."

"We have a son, oh darling. I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone. I swear to you all I thought about was you, love, it was all that kept me going."

"Its okay you're back now, and now we can go get our son."

Killian pulled away but moved his hands to cradle her face,

"Aye, let's go get our son. I can't wait to meet him."