How was he supposed to know that Emma was allergic to vanilla? All he was trying to do was gain boyfriend points by baking Emma some vanilla and chocolate cookies as her week and work had completely tired her out. Yesterday she had come home and instantly crashed onto the couch, falling instantly into a deep death like slumber. As Killian had his arms wrapped tightly her unconscious, slightly limp body, guarding her whilst she slept, he composed an idea that should have been simple and very harmless.

He had gotten up early. Eight o'clock in fact. About three hours before Emma and himself even considered the thought of leaving the comfort of their duvet and each other's arms. So that had to get him some extra points. Killian had found a simple recipe in one of Emma many cooking books. It was hard to believe but Emma was a pretty damn good cooking goddess and had plethora of book lined up along the kitchen counter.

Following the recipe step by step, the final product had pleased him greatly and they almost looked like the ones in the book. It was a job well done for a man with one hand- but it had taken a tiny bit longer to bake.

When she stumbled down the stairs at about ten, whining at the fact she had missed him when she awoke and being cold, her face lit up when the smell of cookies met her senses.

"What have you been up too, Pirate?" She asked him suspiciously, carefully eyeing him up and down. A slight chuckle arose from him due to her lack of confidence that he was just being a nice, caring boyfriend.

"I know your week has been long and hard-"

"You can say that again"

"As I was saying. I decided to be a loving boyfriend and make you some cookies. They're chocolate chip." Killian said, proud of himself. He displayed a wide, childish smile across his face as she bit into one of the cookies. The smile on her face inly lasted for the few seconds before she realised she had swallowed the very thing she was allergic to. Emma could feel her throat slowly closing up and her breaths become sparse and irregular.

"Emma?!" Killian screamed as she fell to the floor, gasping for breath, clutching her throat trying to free the vanilla. He ran over, scoped her into his arms and tried to make her talk, but she only gasped. Then what Killian feared happened- she passed out.

A few hours later, Killian was pacing around the waiting room of the hospital, quietly muttering to himself. Snapping his head up at the sound of Whale's voice, he waited anxiously to hear the news. Whale's laughed at Killian's terrified expression.

"What?" Killian snapped, clearly pissed.

"I just love the expression on your face right now." Killian raised his fist as he stalked over to the doctor, ready to attack but he was stopped by his voice.

"Emma is perfectly fine. I've given her an epi-pen if it ever happens again. Just remember never to put vanilla into Emma's food. Like ever- unless you want that happening again. You can go see her now, she's been asking for you for ages."

Killian was running down the halls as soon as Whale had told him her could see his precious swan again. When he arrived at the door of her room, he suddenly stopped and became scared. What if he hated her now? Did she think he was trying to kill her off? But then why would she be calling for him? He plucked up her courage at step into her room. Emma was there, seated on the window seat staring out into the town below.

"Err… Hi." Killian started, cursing at himself for sounding cowardly. Her head span round at the sound of his nervous voice.

"Hey, baby. What's wrong?" Emma says, confused. Isn't her happy she was better. Her fear took the better of her and she snapped. "What? Are you sad I'm not dead? Was that your plan all along- to kill me?" Her voice wobbling at the end of her sentence.

"Oh- no no no, Emma, No" He said quickly, slightly hurt that she had thought he'd tried to kill her off, as he thought she knew he couldn't live without her. " I thought you'd be pissed at me." Her expression softened instantly and she ran over to him, jumping into his arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist and arms tightly around his neck, her fingers threaded through his hair. Snuggling her head into his neck, she kissed his skin lightly and continuously.

"I love you, Killian. And if you want to kill me off, you're going to have to try a bit better that that- your stuck with me." Killian laughed at his swan ignorance, tightening his embrace around her.

"I never want to get rid of you, Swan. I love you too much to do that"