Author's Note: So I couldn't help it - I had to post this chapter tonight as well. Questions are answered and secrets come out. I still don't OUAT, despite my wishes. Thank you for all the amazing reviews – they really help keep me inspired. I'm overwhelmed by the love this story is getting from you guys. I am so glad you like it!

Emma was confused. The look on Killian's face was one of sheer terror. Was it the fact that he was being reminded of Milah after all these years? What was going on? "Killian, are you alright?" she asked him, moving closer

"Yes, Swan, I'm fine. I was wondering if you would mind watching the little girl so that I may speak to Neal in private. It's been a very long time," he said calmly. A bit too calmly. Even though she was suspicious, she nodded.

"Hey Sophie, my name is Emma. I'm a friend of your brother's. Do you wanna watch some cartoons with me so Neal can talk to his friend?" she asked the little girl, kneeling down as best as she could with her belly. When the little girl agreed, she lent her hand and led her to the living room, turning on Nick, Jr. for her.

After a few minutes, the little girl turned to Emma with a frown. "My brother brought me here from home. Mommy and Daddy are gone to heaven, he said. So we had to come meet Killy- Killian. That's what he said. You're nice, though, Emma. I like you better." Emma smiled at the girl, but her thoughts were reeling. Milah's kids. Mom and Dad just died. I didn't even know Milah had children. I mean, she had to have had Neal before she knew Killian. But Sophie… she's young. And she has dark hair. And blue eyes. She doesn't look like her brother. And… oh my God. Emma jumped up, shocked at her realization. The anger and hurt were bubbling inside of her. She took a deep breathe and turned to the little girl.

"Sophie, stay here okay? I'm going to go get Neal. Don't move." The little girl nodded and Emma nearly ran to Killian's office, swinging the door open roughly.

"Neal," she said, announcing her presence. The teenager and Killian both looked up and stared at her through red eyes. "I need to talk to Killian, now. You're sister is watching TV in the living room, would you mind joining her for a few minutes?" Emma was amazed at her ability to keep her voice calm. As soon as Neal closed the door behind him, she exploded.

"What the hell is going on, Killian? That little girl, that girl looks like you. And she's what, five, six? You, you have a kid? And she said Milah and whoever Daddy is died! I thought she died six years ago? You lied to me!" She was fuming. Killian just sat there, with tears in his eyes, looking at her. He almost looked ashamed.

"I lied to you when we first met Swan. I just wanted to make a good impression. I didn't anticipate all of… this. These feelings. A relationship. I tried to tell you so many times…"

"Tell me. Now," she demanded, sitting in the chair across from him. She crossed her arms over her stomach and crossed her legs.

"I'll tell you everything. Milah was my girlfriend. When we met, she was married to a wealthy man named Robert Gold. They had a son, Neal, who was eleven when we met. I loved her – at least I thought I did. She said she was separated from her husband. We carried on an affair for about six months when she found out she was pregnant. I was upset. She had told me she couldn't have any more children. I didn't want a child, I was only 20 years old, but I took responsibility. I said I would marry her if she wanted – or I would at least care for the baby. She laughed at me. Said I was just a poor wannabe – at the time I was just starting the business, living in a tiny studio apartment, even though I had enough money to live comfortably. She left, went back to her husband. I threw myself into my business, trying to forget about her. I texted a few times about the baby and never got a response. A few months later, Robert Gold came to the office. He said he would pay be $1,000,000 to give up all rights to the baby and Milah. To let him be the father on the birth certificate and never bother his family again. I took it. And I didn't look back. At least not for a long time. Then Liam, my brother, passed away from a brain tumor. That's when the guilt started eating at me. I needed to make it better. It was too late for this child, but I could start over. That's what started my hunt for a baby that led me to you and the muffin."

Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing. He'd had a child. And he gave it away for money. Not to give her a better life, not because he couldn't care for her… because he wanted money. And she may have understood that, but he lied to her. He was just like everyone else. He lied, he didn't care enough about her to let her know the truth. She sucked in a breath, trying to remain calm and not cry. Killian was still staring at her.

"You… I… I can't even believe this. You lied to me. You promised me everything, made me fall for you, and the whole time you knew you were lying to me. You knew that I was forced to give up a baby because I couldn't care for him. And you gave a baby away for money that you didn't need? You chose your business over your own flesh and blood. I can't believe this. I can't…" she trailed off, beginning to feel tears prick at her eyes. "So, why are they here now?"

"Milah and her husband were in a car accident and died on impact. Neal is only 18, a freshman in college. He can't care for Sophie the way she needs to be cared for. Apparently, he's known about, uh, my relationship to Sophie, for a while. When his parents died, he didn't know where else to turn for her. They don't have any other family."

Emma was stunned. Neal was here to get Killian to be a father to Sophie? But, what about the muffin? She felt angry, betrayed, and beyond disappointed. This wonderful, perfect man was about to drop her, just as she knew he would. So she struck first. She took out her phone and sent a quick text. When she received a response, she turned back to Killian. "David is on his way to pick me up. I'm going to move back in with him and Mary Margaret. I'll send people for my stuff later," she said, getting up. She grabbed her purse from the spare bedroom, gathered her vitamins, a few clothes, and her cell phone, and walked out the front door. Killian followed her outside silently.

"Please, Swan…" he begged.

Through her tears, she said, "And the worst part of it is that you made me fall in love with you, Killian. And now you've broken my heart, just like you promised not to do. If you still want the muffin, text or call David or Mary Margaret and we can coordinate everything through them. If not, I'll keep him and he will be raised with a loving parent. You decide. But you and I are over. Handle your other child… Goodbye, Killian."

Just then, David pulled up in his pick-up truck. Without looking back, Emma got in the truck and they drove away. Killian felt his entire future driving away from him. His heart was breaking. But he had to handle this. He had to figure out what to do. He had to fix everything. For Emma. For Sophie. For Liam. And mostly, for himself. As he stood in his driveway with tears falling down his face, he promised that he would do just that.