Emma awoke to the sound of the shower running. As she slowly woke up and her thoughts came back to her, she remembered last night. She fell asleep in Killian's arms. With how much was on her mind, that was probably the only thing that helped her fall asleep so quickly. She got up and put on a robe and went down to get some breakfast. As she went around the kitchen, she turned to find Killian in a towel. Two towels, actually. One around his waist and one draped over his shoulder so she wouldn't see his arm.

"That shower really is a wonder," Killian said. A wonder indeed, Emma thought as she looked him over.

"I hope that's not your first one since you've been to Storybrooke," Emma said, trying to focus on having a normal conversation.

"No, I used the one in the hospital. I also bathe the old fashion way and jump in the ocean," Killian said, raising his eyebrows at her. "Care to join me sometime?" Emma rolled her eyes but smiled a little and went back to making breakfast. "What are you making?"

"French toast."

"Sounds interesting," he said, coming around behind her and wrapping his good arm around her waist. She suddenly was even more aware that he was only in a towel. His body was even more warm from the shower, and his form was very inviting. He kissed her from her cheek down to her neck, where he started to nuzzle her with his nose. Emma shivered as he kissed her, then turned in his arms. As he bent down to kiss her, she looked down and started to pull the 2nd towel off his shoulder. "Don't," he said, taking her hand. "I don't... want to repulse you." Emma looked at him with reassurance and gave him a small smile. As she pulled the towel off, she let her hand slide down his arm to where it ended. As she held where his hand used to be, she traced the scar with her thumb. It almost looked like a star. Killian searched her face as she examined this part of him. "It's...um...not much to look at." Emma began to stroke both of his arms, feeling the muscles under them. Killian leaned down and, this time, captured her lips. She threaded one hand through his hair while the other hand explored the muscles on his chest. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Killian let out a groan and shot an angry look towards the door. "Ignore it," he whispered, but the knock grew louder and more persistent. Emma sighed and went to open it.

"Is this why you sent Henry away for a few days?" Regina asked, surveying the scene when Emma opened the door. "When you called, it sounded like you were in some kind of trouble. But at least you were considerate enough to send Henry away so he wouldn't have to hear what was going on."

"No, we didn't. We've never..." Emma tried to explain.

"Really?" Regina said with a surprise. "I don't know if I believe that."

"I'm a gentleman," Killian said with a shrug.

"That I definitely don't believe," Regina said.

"Why are you here?" Emma asked.

"Henry forgot one of his books for school this afternoon. I told him I'd bring it later. Would you like to explain to me why you did send Henry over to me the other night?" Emma gestured for her to come in. Killian went to go get dressed and Emma continued to make breakfast. She offered some to Regina, who turned it down. Emma poured her some tea anyway. "So, what is this all about."

"Henry's father is back," Emma stated simply. "He wants to be in his life."

"Great. Someone else to fight over time with," Regina said. "Is that all?"

"Henry's father is...Rumplestiltskin's son." At this, Regina tensed.

"Are...either of us going to see him again?"

"Of course. Gold wouldn't do anything to keep me from Henry," Emma said, pouring herself some tea.

"You don't know Gold very well, do you? His life has been for his son, and if his son wants Henry, Gold would take him."

"I'd never let that happen," Killian said, entering the room.

"Yes, and you're so level headed when it comes to Rumplestiltskin," Regina fired back. "And as I can see that you have a conflict of interest in this situation, I'm not relying on your pirate saavy to outthink Gold."

"What are you going to do?" Emma asked. Regina gathered her purse and made sure to pick up Henry's school book.

"I'm not sure yet, but if it means keeping Henry safe, I'm on your side- for now," Regina said, slamming the door on the way out.

"She's always so elegant," Killian quipped. Killian had thrown on an old set of David's clothes- some jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. He only had the zipper pulled up halfway, so his chest showed- similar to his pirate fashion. Emma started to pull the zipper up for him, but he paused her hand by taking it gently. "Wouldn't you rather it go the other way?" He said with a smile. Emma gave him a kiss, then Killian pulled her back and kissed her passionately. Emma broke the kiss and went back to get him some breakfast. "You minx."

"What has gotten into you, Killian?"

"I held you in my arms all night then you kissed me when I was in a towel. If it weren't for the interruption..."

"Do you have plans tonight?" Emma asked, interrupting him as she went about getting ready for work.

"Plans? My plans always involve you," Killian said, hooking her arm as she passed him and pulled her into his lap. "Our plans could be to stay here all day." Emma nuzzled his nose and went back to getting ready. Killian collapsed on the table in disappointment. "Lass, there's only so much teasing a man can take!" Emma put his breakfast down on the table and sat at the chair next to him and looked into his eyes.

"Do you have plans tonight?" Killian's smile got larger. "I'll take that as a yes." She gave him a quick kiss and went to get her jacket on. "I'll see you at 5?" Killian continued to stare at her with a goofy grin and Emma shut the door behind her. Killian let out a long breath and attacked his breakfast. I'm going to need all my strength to get through the day, he thought.

"Permission to come aboard, Captain!" Henry called from the dock. Killian came up from below deck to be greeted by Henry and Snow.

"Ahoy, my first mate!" Killian said, helping them come aboard. "Greetings, majesty," he said, taking her hand to help her aboard, giving her a little bow.

"Hello, Hook. Do you mind staying with Henry for an hour or so? Emma called and asked if I could help her with something."

"Is she alright?" Killian asked.

"Yeah, she said she needed help with something for tonight," Snow replied. Killian couldn't stifle his smile. "What's that face for?"

"What?" Killian said, trying to pull his smile back, but he couldn't help it.

"Henry, why don't you go start your homework?" Snow said, pushing Henry in the direction of the steps to go below deck.

"I'll be right there, lad," Killian called after him. Snow marched back to Killian and looked him in the eye. Killian simply grinned back at her. "Is there something you wanted to say?" Snow continued to glare at him, then shook her head and went to leave the boat. "I'll drop Henry off in an hour," he called out. Snow just nodded, but while her back was turned to him, she had a knowing smile on her face.

Before Killian went to help Henry, he had to fix the mainsail rope, which was starting to fray. As he started to cut the frayed ends, he heard footsteps behind him. "Come on, lass, she's a big girl she can handle..." Killian stopped as he turned around to see Gold and Neal on deck. Killian dropped the knife next to him and marched towards them. "Off my ship!"

"We were just passing by and thought we saw Ms. Blanchard on deck. Is she still here?" Gold asked casually.

"No, she's not. Goodbye," Killian said, restraining but already angry.

"I like what you've done with your ship. You've been working hard on it, so it seems. I guess that's easy to do when you don't have to work all day." Gold stated. Killian eyed him and suddenly knew what was going on.

"You saw her bring Henry here," Killian realized.

"Papa, you said..." Neal started.

"My son has a right to see him," Gold stated, interrupting Neal.

"Papa, if I don't have Emma's permission, that's not really..." Neal started, but stopped when Henry came on deck.

"Killian, can you quiz me on geography?" Henry said, holding his book out to him. "Hey, Mr. Gold!"

"Hello, Henry. Working hard on your studies?" Gold said, smiling at him. Killian instinctively put a protective arm around Henry. "I don't know if Hook here can help you with geography if he's only been in this land a few months."

"Killian picks up on it really quick. He says he has a good sense of direction," Henry said. He turned his attention to Neal. "I don't think I've seen you in Storybrooke."

"Maybe he works in the mines," Killian jumped in.

"No, I go to the mines all the time. He's never been down there," Henry said.

"This is an old acquaintance, Neal," Gold said. Neal held his hand out to Henry, who shook it. Killian pulled Henry back a little bit once he let go.

"Henry, go back to your school work, I'll be right there," Killian said, ushering him back to below deck. Once Henry was down, Killian turned to Gold. "That was low, even for you. Emma did not say he could see Henry yet."

"He looks like me," Neal said, staring off in the direction of Henry. Killian put his hook to Neal's chest.

"Until Emma says it's okay, don't try this again," Killian said through his teeth. Gold thrust his cane into Killian's side with a loud smack.

"Don't ever touch my boy," Gold threatened. As Killian recovered, he stood and stared Gold straight in the eye.

"I'm only going to say this one more time- get off my ship." Gold smiled and turned to leave. Neal was still staring in Henry's direction. Killian stepped into his line of sight and folded his arms. Neal nodded at him and followed behind his father. Once they were out of the marina, Killian let out a long sigh and went down to join Henry. He tensed a little as he sat on the bench next to him.

"Killian, are you okay?" Henry asked.

"Oh sure, lad. Mr. Gold and I were just...conversing," Killian said, taking Henry's schoolbook from him.

"I know something's going on," Henry said. "My Mom wouldn't call Regina for no reason. And she wouldn't send me away for a whole weekend without telling me what's going on." Killian put his arm around Henry and sighed.

"Lad, your Mum is making sure that the right things are happening for you. That's all I can really say."

"Just promise me something? Can you take care of her, please?"

"Always, mate." Henry nodded and went back to his school work. The two didn't say much after that, except if it was about Henry's homework. Killian couldn't stop thinking about their encounter. How am I going to tell Emma, he thought.