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II. Aftermath and declarations

Rays of light trickled in from the ship that hit Killian Jones straight on his scruffy face. He winced at the sunlight, he was quite exhausted from his night with Emma and merely want to recover from the months of physical and mental exhaustion of trying to fight his feelings for the Swan. With that, he realized he indeed spent the night with Emma and it wasn't some dream he was about to be brutally woken up from.

Or was it?

He was slightly afraid to turn to the other side of the bed, almost certain that she was gone. With a brave sigh he turned over, ready for the inevitable.

Alas, he was proven right.

His side was empty, and he placed his hand on her imprint as the disappointment sunk in.

Was she ashamed?

Last night just measured up to a pure escape, he was wrong to mix it with another foreign emotion he had kept in captivity for so long-

With that, the door creaked open and his favorite blonde entered the room in different clothes and held a brown bag.

She was wearing a green sweater with a tight black skirt, and a redness in her cheeks that wasn't there before last night.

"Swan. I see you come bearing gifts."

She could see the confusion on his face and smiled gently, "I had to meet my parents this morning, impromptu family gathering. Didn't want to wake you."

He smiled tensely, "Thanks for the consideration, lass."

The Captain rose and put his hook back on, as well as his clothes from the night before.

"You're seriously upset that I didn't wake you?" Emma looked at him with confusion. "Do you really want my father to kill you the second we started-

"Started what? What exactly did we start here Emma?"

"I don't know but-

"Was it a one night event?"

"Hook, where is this-

"Because I want more."

"What?" She breathed. "More?"

He grabbed the fabric of her skirt with his hook, pulling her close to him. His forehead touched hers and their hearts were completely in sync, beating nervously to the sound of their fearful truth.

"I want all of you Emma. I want to protect Henry. I want your father to try to kill me and then become my best mate. I want to bury my demons and be worthy...Savvy?"

She pulled away to reach for the brown bag she entered with.

"Open this."

He looked at her curiously, slightly dejected she didn't answer him.

Killian opened the brown bag to see dozens of 'welcome back' cards from residents neatly resided in a bundle and something wrapped in a familiar cloth that once belonged to him.

"Is this?"

She nodded impatiently, "Look inside."

He unraveled the cloth that was once used to wrap Emma's wound, to see a beautiful, golden hook.

For the first time in a long while, Killian Jones was speechless.

"This is stunning lass."

"It's a thank you from my family...and from me."

"You did this?"

"Apparently my magic knows no bounds," she grinned. She walked over to him and motioned toward his hook. "May I?"

"If you dare," Killian teased.

Emma twisted his attachment off, and gently placed the new hook in its rightful spot.

He tested out his new attachment by moving a strand of Emma's hair behind her ear.

"So does this mean I am a 'good' pirate then?"

"It means you're Killian Jones, a mischievously handsome pirate with a past...who I am with."

He looked at her curiously, "Emma-

It was her move now and she kissed him to cut off any doubts he was about to declare. She pulled away with regret, but there was other business they had to attend to.

"We should head to town now. There's a meeting-"

"Are you sure today is a good day for that? I think we should stay here and test all the ways to get that contraption you're wearing off. Starting with my new-

"They know."

He pouted."Who's they? And what do they know lass?"

"My family. They know that we're together."

The Captain was not surprised. After all, she didn't make it home until this morning.

"So you just assumed I'd want to be with you Swan? Quite arrogant of you, I must say. Even for a princess that is bold," he mused with enjoyment.

"Watch it buddy, or I could leave you with no attachments."

"You know if you are handling them, I think I'd quite like-

Emma groaned, "You are impossible."

"Impossibly yours now," he winked with affection.

"Yes. Yes, you are," she replied in complete contentment as she kissed him on the cheek and scurried him out the cabin doors.

"There better be pie, Swan!"