Author's note: Hello guys! Happy Once Day! I can't wait for tonight's episode even though we'll have to wait three months till next one :'( Here's chapter 6 for you guys, hope you'll like it :)

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own anything, characters are the property of those two guys named Edward and Adam…

Chapter 6: Bonding

"Killian & Emma: a baby on the way for our new couple" "Killian & Emma: nearly married? We answer you!" and so on it went, new bullshit coming upon every cover. Emma just couldn't take it. It had been something like a month since they had "officialised" their relationship. They didn't say anything actually. People just kept talking about them wherever they went: coffee, on set, playing love birds in London's Streets. Never had they kissed – thanks God – or hold hands. Just smiles, only smiles. Saying Emma was pissed was a euphemism. She was like a tornado ready to blow away whoever or whatever crossed her path. Killian knocked at that precise moment. Bad timing when you know he's the main cause of the rumours. He knew she had read the papers the minute he saw her eyes when she opened the door and let him in.

"So, Swan… Carrying my child? When were you going to tell me about that?" he tried to joke around, but it only had the effect to piss her off even more.

"Well, when were you going to tell me we had sex? Because I don't recall it!" she said and he raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth to reply, but she cut him off before he even made a sound "Just dare throwing an innuendo at me and I swear that nobody will be carrying you child ever, got it?" OK. She was really not in the mood.

"We have an in…" he started and once again she cut him off.

"Oh and, by the way, I suppose I must have been really drunk when you proposed, because I don't remember anything!"

She continued yelling at him and he was listening. Calmly, wisely, because he wanted children one day and he cared for his life. He was no fool and he was certainly not going to throw himself into the eye of the storm. Fifteen minutes later, when he was getting tired of being yelled at, he got up from the chair he was on and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Swan, would you please stop and let me tell you that I came because we have an interview planned so we can deny all those bloody rumours" Killian told her and it seems to calm her down a bit.

"Couldn't you have…"

"…said that earlier?" he finished "You didn't let me. Now, come on or we're going to be late lass" she took her coat and followed him out.

They started the interview with basic questions. How was the film going, if they could reveal one or two things about it, questions at which they answered by the negative, telling them they'll have to wait for the premiere and that no, they didn't know when it'll be. That was cool compared to what the questions were after that. Paparazzi bullshit it was.

"So, we all heard the rumours" the interviewer said "are they true?"

"The one where I'm supposed to be pregnant or the one where Killian supposedly proposed?" Emma questioned, trying to keep a light tone.

"Well, both!"

"They are entirely false I'm not expecting, nor engaged. Everyone know I do have a son who I do my best to keep away from the paparazzi and I would really enjoy if they could stop diffusing things like that, that affect both me and my family" she answered calmly.

"But you two are indeed together?" the hot inquired not caring at all about what she said.

"Yes" Killian answered, feeling Emma just couldn't answer that one. She had made it clear to him when everything started. She would not lie out loud, just nod and he'll reply. "Yes we are" he smiled.

"A blossoming romance isn't it?"

"You couldn't say it better" Emma said smiling, but Killian perfectly got the sarcasm between her words.

"Alright, well it's all for today, thanks for coming, we hope that you'll stick together for long" the host said before the jingle played.

When the left the studio, Emma stormed out to the car. She hated interviews and interviewers, all they cared about was people's private lives and not caring about the consequences "I'd like to see how they'll handle it if they were in our shoes" she thought bitterly. Killian who had followed her opened the vehicle and turned the contact on. The young woman told him to drive her to where they were filming as she was today, telling him she'll find a way to go back home. She was still mad and Killian could see it.

"Listen Swan, I know you're mad, but it's alright now. Rumours are out" he said. No answer, just a scoff. "Do you want me to pick up your son at school?" he tried and she shot him an interrogative look. "You're filming until at least eight p.m., I can pick up Henry for you if you want"

"That's nice of you. Thanks" she said sincerely.

"Well, you know, it's not to be nice. I owe you. I put you into this mess after all" he grinned, being his usual self again.

"Jones is back…" Emma sighed, a small smile tugging on her lips.

He left his screen partner on set and went off to the school where the little Swan was going. He parked his car and put on his hood before going out. Killian walked to the school's entrance and waited until the bell rang. Pupils came out and ran into their parents' arms who were telling them to be careful not slide and fall. Some people were looking at him, probably telling themselves his face looked familiar. He suddenly spotted a little boy with dark and green eyes he recognized as being Emma's son.

"Hey! Henry!" he called out and the boy shot his head in his direction and smiled as he ran to him.

"Hey Killian! Why isn't mom picking me up?" he wondered.

"Your mom is on set so I asked her if she wanted me to come and get you" Killian answered.

"Alright. That's cool!" he said "What are we doing then?"

"What do you say about you come at my house and as your mom is finishing late, we have pizza for dinner?" he suggested and was greeted by a cheerful shout from Henry who pulled him to his car until he realized he had no idea where Killian's car was parked.

Arrived at the actor's house, Henry was amazed by how big it was and he spent half an hour wandering around under Killian's amused gaze in front of the boy's behaviour. He, however, remembered that Henry was at school and that he must have had homework to do. When the boy answered him positively Killian made him sat at the table and helped him whenever Emma's son needed it. This must be how having a father looked like. Not that he considered himself as Henry's, but he would have liked it if his father could have taken care of him. Even though the boy didn't have a present father either. Anyways. When seven p.m. rang, Killian ordered the pizzas under Henry's careful eyes. Forty five minutes later, both were lying on the couch eating like it was the last meal they were ever going to have. Henry's legs were on Killian's laps as his head was resting on the arm of the sofa. The two boys were watching old episode of a random TV Show on Disney Channel and it was apparently funny as they were laughing hard.

"Max is too stupid for his own good" Henry commented.

"I love Alex's character" Killian added with a laugh as the said Alex was bugging one of her brothers on the screen.

They kept watching TV, laughing and commenting everything and anything. The two of them enjoyed each other's company and just cared about what time it was when Killian's phone informed him about the fact he had received a message. One from Emma.

Where the hell are you?! – oh God, he was screwed.

My house

And where the hell is that?

I can feel your anger Swan. Your lad is safe with me, you needn't worry – Killian texted her back and Henry, who was following the conversation between his mother and Killian, was laughing hard.

Do you realize it is almost ten and that Henry has school tomorrow?

Relax Swan

No! Send me your address so I can pick my son up and then kill you properly!

He sent her his address and then prepared himself to his imminent death. He and Henry sped up to clean their mess before Emma arrived and killed Killian a second time. When he heard a knock on the door he almost ran to open it, finding a pissed Emma behind it, if looks could kill, he'd be dead by now. Her gaze softened nevertheless when Henry came into sight and hugged her, is bag and coat already on his back.

"Thank you Killian! That was awesome!" he thanked him.

"My pleasure lad, whenever you want" he smiled at the boy before his mother told him to go wait in the car.

"Not too often. I don't want my son to end up addicted to pizza" she told him and Killian shot her a confused gaze. "I smelled it. Could've left me a slice, I'm starving"

"Next time lass. Take it as a promise"

"Yeah, next time. Thanks again, good night Killian"

"Good night, love."

During their drive back home, Henry told his mother about his day and evening at Killian's and she couldn't help but laugh when he told her one of Killian's jokes that were absolutely bad. Before going to bed, he asked his mother if he could go to back to the actor's house one of these days.

"We'll see, if you behave" she smiled down at her son.

"I will" he promised in a sleepy voice, before drifting out to sleep. Emma left the room and went to hers, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Killian was not all bad.

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