Killian awoke to the sound of the shower running. As he looked around, he realized where he was- in Emma's living room. They must have fallen asleep on the couch. Killian laid his head back down on the pillow and thought about last night. Emma loved him- him, a pirate. Killian felt alive again. His happily ever after was finally here, and he was going to cherish every moment. It's not everyday a villain gets the girl and a happy ending. Killian started to get up off the couch and turned to find Emma in a full length satin robe. Her hair was already dry- was he so lost in thought he didn't even notice her hairdryer? He swaggered over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Is this your version of revenge?" Emma raised her eyebrows at him and pulled away from his grasp, letting her hand linger and she ran her fingers run across his chest and down his bad arm. "Lass, although it is not in my nature, in this case I am willing to offer my full surrender."

"Really? Captain Hook giving up without a fight? Where's the pirate I fell in love with?" Emma asked, leaning against the counter and her robe fell open a slight inch. Killian's eyes grew wider and he stood very still. "I thought you always fought for what you wanted." With that, Killian lunged at her, to which she dodged. He chased her around the kitchen and living room, both of them laughing. Emma didn't let him catch her very easily, spinning and weaving through his attempt to catch her. But as she past the couch, Killian jumped over the back of it and managed to scoop her up in his arms. He kissed her passionately and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you'd want to surrender quicker than that," Killian said in between kisses.

"I know you love a challenge," Emma said, smiling down at him. As got to the steps, he pressed her against the wall. She reached for the buttons of his pirate shirt and unbuttoned them as they kissed. Before she could push the shirt to the floor, they were interrupted by yet another knock at the door. They put their foreheads together in disappointment.

"Darling, I'll be upstairs in a minute. I need to go kill someone," Killian said, lowering her to the floor. Emma gave him one more passionate kiss before going up the stairs to her room. Killian watched her walk upstairs and let out a breath to recover. Why was it whenever it seems like they would finally get to have this moment, someone decides to come over, Killian thought. He whipped the door open to find Neal. "You're a dead man." Killian put his hook up to his throat and Neal held up his hands in surrender.

"Whoa, whoa, I'm just here to talk."

"She doesn't want to talk to you right now," Killian said, pushing him towards the steps by pressing his hook into his neck.

"Stop! Stop! I'm leaving to go back to New York today." Killian lowered his hook and looked into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth.

"You are leaving. Why?"

"Emma wants nothing to do with me, I get that. I just want to see Henry before I go. He doesn't have to know who I am, I just want to spend a little time with him before I go."

"And why on earth would you deserve that honor?" Neal stood up straighter and looked Killian in the eye.

"Because you at least owe me."

"I owe you nothing, except maybe my hook in your neck for letting Emma go to jail for you," Killian said, raising his hook to his neck again.

"You took my mother from me. And because of you and my father, I will never see her again. You at least owe me a chance to see my boy before I leave. If not for my sake, for my mother," Killian froze at the mention of Milah. He had been so protective of Emma and so angry with Neal, it was easy for him to forget that Neal was Milah's son. Killian lowered his hook and relaxed his stance.

"I will at least talk to Emma about it, but the decision is hers and I will not influence her one way or the other. But you must promise that you are leaving today regardless of her decision." Neal nodded. "She'll call you." With that, Neal went down the steps and Killian went back into the loft. Killian ran his hand over his face and leaned against the door. He slowly walked up the loft stairs to find Emma lying on the bed in her robe.

"What took you so long?" Emma said, propping herself on the bed. Killian groaned and looked down to the floor. Emma knew right away that their first time would once again be postponed. "Oh no. What now?" Killian sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand.

"Neal's leaving today, but wants to see Henry before he goes." Killian said, rubbing her arm.

"Is that when you killed him?" Emma said in annoyance. Killian let out a small chuckle.

"Aye, lass, I wanted to. But...I took his mother away from him. I at least owed him to pass on the message, but he knows the choice is yours." Emma looked down and played with the sheets. "I'll leave you to think about it, love." Killian kissed her forehead and started to rebutton his shirt.

"Killian?" He turned at the doorframe to look at her. "I'm sorry we got interrupted again." Killian smiled at her.

"When it happens, it'll be perfect." Emma sighed.

"At this rate, it feels like we'll have to go halfway around the world from Storybrooke for that to happen." Killian laughed and went downstairs. Don't worry, darling, I'm already planning a trip, he thought.

"Son, you just can't go," Gold pleaded as Neal packed up his things. "I just got you back. Please stay a little longer."

"My place was never in Storybrooke, Papa. Everyone here wants to go back to the Enchanted Forest, where magic is, especially you. I just want a normal life, with normal people, and no magic."

"What about Henry?"

"Henry has two people who will do anything to protect him. That's all I need to know," Neal said, shutting his suitcase. "Besides, if Emma let's me see him at all, it'll be a gift. Probably the last gift she'll allow me to have."

"My grandson will not be raised by a thieving pirate," Gold said. "You can't give up so easily! You can do something!" Neal looked over his father's expression and stance.

"Papa, I know we've been apart a long time, but I know what you're thinking. You can't make Emma love me again by using magic."

"She's under the spell of that pirate. Just like your mother was. I didn't do anything when he took her the first time, but now I have the power to help you. We can't let him win again!"

"There's nothing to win. Emma and Henry are not a prize. You have to promise me, Papa. No magic!" Gold simply nodded and Neal looked him in the eye. "Promise me!" Gold sighed and shook his son's hand. "The deal is struck. Don't break it like the last time or it'll take more than a magic for you to find me again." Gold tensed and gripped his cane. "Now I'm going to get a gift for Henry, and then I'll leave later this evening. If you keep your promise, I'll be in touch as to when I can see you again." Gold watched Neal leave from top of the stairs.

"You'll get your happy ending, son. If I can't have mine, you'll have yours," Gold promised.