A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! I know I had promised 2 chapters last Friday, but as some of you may know, FFnet was problematic so I couldn't do it. Besides, I ended up rewriting this chapter entirely because I wasn't happy with where it was going. Couldn't make up my mind lol. So, here goes!

Chapter 6

Glancing at the caller ID on his ringing phone, Killian braced himself for the wrath that would surely ensue.

"Hello Regina," he sighed.

"What the fuck did you go and do, Jones? Got a fan knocked up?"

"No, I didn't knock a fan up, Regina," Killian sighed again. "It's a long story."

"Then you better tell me, because if I have to defend you against some paternity allegations, I have to know."

"To make a story short, I found out today that my very first girlfriend and I conceived a child, a daughter, 19 years ago. I am pretty sure she is mine, but knowing you, we best do a test to have proof that I am her father."

Regina Mills couldn't believe her ears. Killian Jones had always been a very low-profile client, never getting into trouble, never needing her for anything other than business contracts. Now he was telling her he had a grown daughter.

"Wait, what time is it over there? Midnight? Are you drunk and imagining things?"

"Regina, I'm not drunk. I'm not making things up. Now, tell me what I need to do."

Fifteen minutes later, Killian had hung up with Regina and was back on Facebook, his thumb hovering over the Message button on Ava's profile. He clicked it then started typing:

"Hey Ava, I have been doing some thinking. I don't want you to take this wrong, but I would like to have a paternity test done, just to confirm things. Besides, if I don't, my lawyer would suggest it anyway. So, yeah, my lawyer will need to get in touch with you to send you the sampling kit. Is there a phone number she can reach you at?"

Surprisingly, Ava was online despite the late hour and she accepted his message request right away.

"A test is fine with me, don't worry. Anything you want as proof, just ask."

"Thanks Ava. Appreciate it. In the meantime, I'd like to get to know you, if it's ok? I'm in town till Monday, maybe we could meet up?"

"Tomorrow night, dinner, my apartment? Would probably be more private for you…"

"Need me to bring anything?"

Ava couldn't have been any happier. Killian wanted to get to know her. He was coming to her apartment for dinner. All of a sudden, it seemed like the birthday wishes she used to make every year as she blew her candles were coming true.

The two kept on chatting for a few more minutes before calling it a night. Killian texted Ava's phone number to Regina, and saved it in his own contacts, using her Facebook profile picture as his contact ID, obviously not choosing that one because Emma was on it but because he liked the smile on his daughter's face.

April 1997

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or will you ignore me for the next 7 weeks?"

Emma wrapped her arms around herself as she heard Killian's voice behind her. As soon as they had gotten off the school bus, she'd taken off for the pond, ignoring Killian's pleas that she wait for him. She had refused to talk to him since that day's lunch break and Killian was worried he might have done or said something wrong. So he'd followed her, dead set on getting some answers.

"Why did you follow me?" Emma croaked.

Killian sat down next to her, but she immediately got up, not wanting to be near him.

"Because, obviously, something is bothering you. You're not talking to me, which isn't like you at all!"

"Because I don't want to talk to you, Killian! I'm hurt, and talking to you makes me hurt more!" she cried.

"Then tell me what I've done to hurt you!" Killian spat, angry and confused.

Emma suddenly turned around and stared at him.

"Why did you kiss her? Killian, why her?"

Emma couldn't believe the pain she felt in her heart. Her entire body was shaking, she felt nauseous, her brain actually hurt from trying to process what she viewed as a betrayal. Killian had kissed a girl from her school. A girl that was not her. And it hurt so fucking much!

"Whoa! Wait, what?!" Killian shrieked. "What the fuck are you talking about, Emma? What girl?"

"Oh, don't play me for a fool, Killian Jones! Julie told me!"

"Julie?! Julie… OH! THAT Julie!"

"Yeah, THAT Julie!" Emma smirked. "When were you going to tell me about the two of you?"

Killian was still somewhat confused. He knew which Julie she was referring to, but he hadn't kissed her. Julie had been flirting with him, but he'd made it clear he wasn't interested.

"Emma," Killian sighed, as he took a step closer to her. "Please, listen to me! I haven't kissed anyone. Julie, well, she's been clingy for the past couple days, and I kept telling her that she seems nice, but that I'm not looking for a girlfriend. Today, she tried again and said she would just have to change my mind and she tried to kiss me, but I pushed her away telling her that I lo…" Killian stopped mid-sentence, blushing profusely. "I guess she got jealous and wanted to make you mad," he almost whispered.

"Jealous? Of me? Why?" Emma's breath hitched as Killian got closer to her.

"Because," he started, his heart beating so hard in his chest he was sure she could hear it. "I told her you're the only girl I want to kiss," he finished, finally having the guts to tell Emma how he felt.

Emma's eyes widened at his words. She stared into his eyes for several seconds before raising herself on tiptoes and she nervously touched her lips to his.

It didn't take long for Killian to kiss her back, putting his hands around her slim waist and pulling her body flush to his. Emma's hands found themselves on the back of Killian's head, her fingers threading through his hair. Tentatively, Emma opened her mouth and let the tip of her tongue touch Killian's lips. Neither really knew what to do, but when Killian opened his mouth and touched his tongue to hers, they both sighed and deepened the kiss, slowly and nervously, but still sweet and memorable.

When they parted, Killian rested his chin on top of Emma's head, hugging her tightly, while Emma laid her head against his heart, happier than she had ever been.

"I could spend my life kissing you," she heard Killian whisper.

Lifting her face to look at him, she said: "Me too!" and grinned happily as he bent his head down to capture her mouth with his for another kiss.

From that afternoon on, they had spent as much time as possible kissing, gradually letting their hands roam over each other's body, first over their clothes, until, one day, Emma guided Killian's hand under her shirt up to her bra-covered breast.

Killian's eyes widened with shock, his entire body going rigid. He quickly pulled his hand away and broke the kiss, going from his laying down position to sitting up and away from Emma.

"Fuck, Emma, I'm so sorry!"

Confused, Emma sat down and put her hand on Killian's shoulder. "I'm sorry too," she softly apologized.

"Oh baby!" he said, turning around to face her. "Don't apologize. I have to learn to control my body, but damn, it's not easy sometimes!"

Emma didn't understand at first, then it dawned on her. She looked down at Killian's pants and there it was, the telltale spot of semen as proof of his uncontrolled arousal. Giggling, Emma climbed onto Killian's lap, covering his face with her kisses.

"What's so funny?" he asked her, laughing as well.

"Nothing!" she laughed happily. "I love you!"

"Gods, I love you Emma!" Killian mumbled, his hand fisting in her hair.

He looked down and for a moment, their gazes locked before her head started to bob again. Her mouth was simply magical around his cock, her tongue twirling as she sucked and hummed around him. He wouldn't last long, he knew it. Even if he tried to slow her down, she wouldn't stop until he finished in her mouth. So, when he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he was done. His load spurted before he could warn her, but it didn't matter. She held on tight, hands on his ass, as she swallowed everything he had to give her.

When she pulled away, she grinned at him: "Sweet dreams, baby!"

Killian woke up with a start.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he swore, pulling the sheets off his body. "Damnit!" he swore some more as he got up to go change cum-soaked boxers.

He hadn't had a wet dream in years, and of course Emma had to have been the woman in it!