I walked into the loft apartment I shared with Mary Margaret, having called a cab upon leaving Killian's. David and Mary Margaret were at the kitchen table chatting when I walked in. I put my purse down and took my boots off before wandering into the kitchen for some coffee. I could hear the two of them murmuring behind me. I leaned against the counter, sipping my coffee, watching the two of them interact. They really were made for one another, and I was just a little bit jealous of how easy they seemed to have it.

David stood, kissing Mary Margaret on the forehead. "I'll see you later?" he asked, as if it were actually a bonafide question.

"Yep. We've got dinner with Ruby and Will tonight. We're talking about flowers," she said smiling up at him. Their wedding was six weeks away, and all the plans were in full swing. Mary Margaret and I were going in for dress fittings that afternoon.

David left, waving a goodbye to me. Mary Margaret turned on me the moment the door closed behind him.

"Alright, sister, spill it." She pulled a chair out and slapped the seat. "We aren't leaving this house until you give me every, single, sordid detail."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. There was no avoiding the Mary Margaret Inquisition. No matter how hard you tried or how far you ran, she would pin you down with those dark green eyes and that sweet, motherly smile, until you spilled your guts. I figured I should get it over with and meandered over to the proffered seat.

"What happened last night after we left? Killian looked like he was ready to kill someone, and you looked like you were ready to fall apart." She had placed her hand over mine, leaning in, the touch was comforting, and I could feel the tears welling up. Leave it to Mary Margaret to incite waterworks.

I swallowed hard, fighting to keep from losing it and told her what happened. She sat, listening intently, saying nothing, instead her face showing her increasing shock and anger, until I got to the part about having sex with Killian.

"Emma! Oh, my god!" She huffed back into her chair. "You slept with Killian?"

"Actually, I think I kind of seduced him, really," I said to her, eyes downcast in shame.

She snorted at me. "I don't think it would take much for you to seduce Killian. He's always been the biggest flirt."

I could feel my face get hot, embarrassment flooding my cheeks. "Gee, thanks." I said. Yes, Killian was a bit of a chick magnet, but he had always been faithful to Milah. He wasn't a player, despite his many, many opportunities.

"No, Emma, no," Mary Margaret said, rushing forward to grab me in a big hug. "I didn't mean he would've been like that with just anyone. Yes, he's a flirt, but you could never be just some fling with him. I know your instinct is to always believe the worst about yourself, no matter what anyone else says, but if Killian was holding anything back, it was not because of you. It would have been because he is a good man. David and I have noticed it so many times, I figured you surely would have seen it."

"Seen what?" I asked, pulling back.

"Killian cares for you, and not in some boring, innocent, sisterly way," she said, like it was common knowledge.

"What? That's crazy. He and Milah…" but she cut me off.

"He and Milah were convenient. The only reason he didn't break things off with her long ago was that you were so happy with Neal. I'm sure he didn't want to be the odd man out."

"Well, that was a waste of everyone's time," I said, getting up to put my empty cup in the dishwasher, Mary Margaret followed me into the kitchen.

"Are you going to talk to him?"

"Which one?" I grumbled as I slammed the dishwasher closed. "My cheating bastard of a fiancé, ex fiancé, or…"

"Or the one who totally curled your toes last night?" she interrupted.

"Ugh. I don't want to talk to either of them. Neal is a bastard, and he can go to hell for all I care."

Mary Margaret put a calming hand on my shoulder. "But what about Killian? He's got to be reeling over what happened just as much as you are."

I leaned back against the counter. "I have no idea what he's thinking. He just laid there staring at the ceiling, looking for all he's worth like he wanted to disappear into the mattress. He wouldn't talk to me at all, so I just left."

Mary Margaret leaned back, her head cocked to the side. She was looking at me like she looked at wedding stuff, all serious and contemplative. "Hmmm."

I crossed my arms over my chest. I felt like a bug on the floor she might just squash. "Hmmmm?" I prompted after several beats.

"Ok, so, Neal's out of the picture…"

"Oh, most definitely," I snarked back at her.

"You're going to need a date for the various upcoming wedding events. Killian will, too. It'll be perfect."

"God, Mary Margaret, it will be a disaster!" I could just see being ferried around on Killian's arm for the next six weeks. We'd both be suicidal by the wedding.

"No, it'll be fun. I'm sure Killian will be the perfect gentleman."

I'm sure we'd end up either miserable or doing something more stupid than we already had.