Chapter 17: Last Kiss
AN: Thank you so much anyone, who reviewed on any of my chapters. I usually try to write a personal thank you to everyone, but I've been slacking on that lately. I'm sorry about that I promise I'll try to get back to doing that. I HUGE thank you to Natalie for her amazing editing! This chapter is named after Taylor Swift's song 'Last Kiss'.
Emma's sword moved towards the stupefied prince, but Killian quickly unsheathed his sword and hit hers, knocking it out of her hand. The sword hit the wooden deck, skidding across it. "What the hell are you doing?" Emma exclaimed with wide eyes, confused and furious at her husband stopping her from killing Ethan.
"While I would love to see this pathetic excuse for a man get a sword through his chest, I cannot let you end him," Killian started to explain, taking her hands in his. "Let the worthless prince live ― he'll have to survive with the fact that you chose me over him. Everyone will soon know you are married to Captain Killian Jones." He let go of her hands, giving her a mischievous smile. "Although I think he should pay a price and suffer, don't you, darling?" Killian knew once her anger had calmed down, she wouldn't be able to live with killing an unarmed man.
"I do. Can I borrow your compass, my husband?" Emma asked Killian as he reached into the pocket of his long black leather coat.
"What's mine is yours, my wife," he grinned, placing the gold compass in her hand.
Ethan began to laugh loudly. "You can't hurt me with a compass." He continued laughing until he saw a grinning Emma.
"Guess again." Wrapping her hand around the compass, she took a small step back and then swung her fist into his mouth. His two front teeth crumbled under the impact of the compass, which also cut his lips and caused blood to run down his chin.
"What did you do?!" Ethan exclaimed with a severe lisp, horrified that he had lost his front teeth and now talked oddly. The pirate crew's loud taunting laughter echoed around the ship while Ethan stared up in shock at an apologetic Emma. "No wonder why you love him ― it's because you're a bloody monster like him, you whore," he began, trying to anger them into killing him ― he would rather die than return to his kingdom like this. However, he was cut off by Captain Jack shoving a dirty rag in his mouth.
Captain Jack held up his finger, clicking his tongue at the prince. "Show some gratitude, boy. Your life was spared by my lad and his lass ― so you should be thanking us." Jack leaned in closer, grinning at him. "Take him to the brig until we reach his port," he ordered. Smee grabbed the prince by the hair, laughing with the crew as he dragged him back to the brig. Jack spun around to face his daughter-law with awe and admiration in his eyes. "Elizabeth Swann would be bloody proud of you. You're just like her."
"Thank you." Emma nodded, feeling very flattered by the compliment. She, much like her mother, grew up admiring Elizabeth Swann and envying her adventures.
"It's the truth," Gibbs spoke up, taking a step forward. "I've been a pirate who never bowed to a king, queen, prince or princess in my long life." He paused, then dropped to one knee. "But I bow to Princess Emma Jones." Emma fought the tears burning her eyes, smiling down at Gibbs as the rest of the crew, including Captain Jack Sparrow, knelt to the ground.
"I do not wish you to bow to me ― we are a crew of pirates, and I'm just one of you," she explained, her eyes scanning over her new family. "Your friendship and loyalty are more than enough for me. Please stand." The crew all rose, not able to take their eyes off the enchanting blonde princess. "Let's drink RUM!" Emma exclaimed, grinning.
"AYE!" Everyone cheered out, pulling out their flasks of rum while laughing and talking loudly.
Killian grabbed Emma and spun her around, hauling her chest to his. She was expecting to see lust or mischief in his eyes, but instead there was wonder and amazement. "I don't know how you do it, Emma."
"Do what?" Emma breathed out, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was overwhelmed by the love and reverence in his beautiful blue gaze.
"Just when I don't think it's possible to love you more than I do, I get proved bloody wrong," Killian whispered, leaning in and gently kissing her.
"I know the feeling," she softly replied, resting her forehead against his.
The sound of fiddle music playing the song 'Rose In the Heather' surprised Emma but made Killian grin. "I told you I have the best crew and ship," he winked, taking a step back from her and bowing as he looked up at her. "May I have this dance, my love?" he asked, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.
"Yes, my captain," Emma smiled at Killian, who whisked her into his arms and glided with her across the deck.
Captain Jack Sparrow watched his lad dancing with Emma. The couple looked in love, happy, and carefree ― without any worries in the world. He knew that if Milah was looking down on them, she would be happy to see her son truly content. Now he just needed to kill the crocodile and then Milah could be completely at peace. "Will you dance with me, Captain Sparrow?" Juliet's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he saw her holding her hand out.
"I'd love to, lass," he replied, taking a drink of his flask before pulling her into his arms.
Regina's Castle
Regina's guards allowed Baelfire to enter Regina's bedroom. Propped up on the blood-red comforter on her bed and lust in her eyes, the Evil Queen wore a black satin negligee. "While I was hoping you would be receptive to my visit, this exceeds my expectations," Baelfire smirked, scratching his neck and thrilled that her dark eyes followed his hand. "After all, we only met once briefly when I asked for your help to get my princess. You denied me help, then kept me locked up for long, grueling hours."
"But yet here you are, back at my castle," Regina purred, catching on to her lover's behavior that the Dark One was watching. "What brings you back to my castle? Business or pleasure?" She raised a perfectly arched brow at him, her eyes running down his body.
"Business first ― then we can move on to more pleasurable things, if we can reach an agreement." He began walking towards her.
"What kind of business?" she questioned, sitting up and leaning against the pillows behind her.
"I want more power and you have my father's dagger. So I propose we work together and share his magic. What do you say?" he said, reaching her bed and stopping at the edge of it.
An evil smirk crossed Regina's lips. Moving to her knees, she then went down on all fours, crawling slowly and seductively across the bed with her eyes looked on his. "Say I have this dagger ― I first need to know I can trust you."
"We could get to know each other much more...intimately." His gaze traveled down her negligée to her cleavage while she continued to crawl to him.
"Hm," she moaned, reaching him. Rising up to her knees, she ran her palms up her chest. "Your father has the power to watch people like I do ― so how do I know he's not watching us?"
"I blocked his view of me," he explained as a loud evil laugh left her. He felt her hand move over his heart.
"Then he won't stop me from doing this," she grinned wickedly before burying her hand in his chest. He gasped out in pain although Regina squeezed it lightly, but Baelfire acted like she was really squeezing it. She removed her grasp of his heart a few minutes later, Bae collapsing on the bed.
"Do you believe me now?" he let out in a croaked tone to make it look believable to his father.
"Maybe," she answered, moving her legs over him to straddle his lap. "I need insurance, though." She created a magic bubble of protection around them. "Your papa sent you over here to strike a deal with me ― did you say his dagger is missing?" she asked, her interest peaked.
"Yes, he went ballistic when he felt it was gone. Whoever recovered the dagger is able to block my father," Bae answered, running his hands up her silk negligée to her breasts. "He sent me to seduce you and pretend to work with you." He ripped the silk in two. "We can hide in plain sight from him after today ― he'll just think I'm working for him, not with you." His eyes roamed her naked body with the ripped silk hanging from it.
"You're an evil bastard," she grinned, ripping his shirt from his body and raking her nails down it as his hips bucked up against hers. "Now I can mark you all I want," she murmured, Bae pulling her down and attacking her lips with his.
The Jolly Roger
Killian sat next to his wife at the table across from his father, who was devouring the food on his plate like it would disappear if he stopped eating. "I take it that I will be dropping you and Emma off at her kingdom instead of you watching me kill the crocodile," he said, chewing his food.
"There is something very important you need to know about killing the Dark One ― whoever kills him becomes the Dark One in his place," Killian explained to Jack, who had dropped the piece of fish on his plate and was staring at him with wide eyes. Jack threw his head back and began to laugh after a few seconds, holding his stomach.
"You almost had me, my lad. It's just a superstition ― an old wives' tale. Where did you hear such nonsense?" he inquired, still laughing and looking over at Emma.
"Hey ― it's true," Emma exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at Jack Sparrow. She didn't want to tell him that their source was her dead fiancé's ghost.
"Aye, it's true," Killian whispered, sadness and worry in his eyes. "You'll have the magical powers of the evil demon which killed my mother and the love of your life." He took a deep breath. "I know why you need revenge, but it will cost you dearly. I'm not asking or telling you what to do, father. It is your path to choose."
"You'll see I'm right once I end Rumpelstiltskin after returning to you and Emma in her kingdom." He shook his head, unwavering determination in his brown eyes.
Emma glanced over at Killian, who nodded at his father and showed no reaction to his father's choice. But Emma knew the prospect of his father becoming the Dark One, the same monster that murdered his mother, shook him to the core. Her hand moved over her husband's, squeezing it gently to offer her support to him.
The once celebratory mood of the night was now tense and awkward. The room was silent as they continued to eat without making eye contact. Emma wished there was something she could do or say to change his father's mind. She felt nauseous on knowing that her husband would lose his only other parent to the Dark One, and it made her heart break. "Emma," Killian said, placing his other hand on top of hers as she looked over at him. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked, worried on seeing tears wetting her beautiful eyes.
"It's not fair, Killian," Emma whispered to him, "it's not fair that evil people like the Dark One and the Evil Queen keep taking away the people we love from us ― and worst of all, there is nothing we can do about it. My parents taught me that good always triumphs over evil, but I'm not sure that's true anymore." She felt tears running down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him and terrified she would somehow lose him too.
Killian embraced Emma tightly, kissing the top of her head and not sure what to say to her. He wanted to say that she was wrong, but he wasn't sure that was true. His eyes met his father's, who winced at seeing Emma upset. He started to get up to give the couple time alone.
Killian felt Emma's magic radiating from her and running through him. It startled him, as this was the first time her magic was released without them being intimate. The strong magic felt different than usual, the overwhelming, undeniable feeling of pure love, protection, and devotion radiating through the room. "Emma," he breathed out, amazed by the strength of the magic which was making his eyes water.
Captain Jack stumbled to the ground, overcome by the magic ― he could swear that for a second he could feel Milah surrounding him. He fought back the tears that threatened to form in his eyes, crawling to the door and needing to get out of the room before he fell apart for the first time in over a hundred years. He crawled on his hands and knees, unable to stand up with the strong magic in the air, but he was brought to a stop when a pair of boots blocked his path, making him look up. "How did you get in here?" Jack's gruff voice asked, looking up at a man he'd never seen before.
"That's not important," the man replied to him, giving him a small smile and instantly getting Emma and Killian's attention. "Emma," he smiled at her, his voice shaking with emotion as he stared at her with love and devotion.
"Graham." Emma's voice came out in a broken sob, tears rolling down her cheeks while she got up slowly out of Killian's arms. A huge smile crossed Graham's lips on hearing her say his name. He moved towards her with tears of happiness in his eyes.
Watching Emma fling herself into Graham's arms, Killian was torn between feeling intense jealousy and happiness for Emma to be reunited with someone whom she had loved and lost. Loud sobs left his wife as she held her lost love, clinging to him desperately while he rubbed her back soothingly and whispered something Killian couldn't hear as he held her tight.
"Get your bloody hands off my lad's wife," Jack exclaimed, pulling out his sword and moving towards the man embracing Emma.
"Put your sword away, Jack," he heard a voice he never thought he'd ever hear ever again. He then saw his Milah standing behind Killian. The sword in Jack's hand fell to the ground, and his mouth fell open, unable to believe his eyes. "I missed my boys," she whispered, smiling at him before looking down at Killian, who was now staring at her in shock. "My son," she said, kneeling down and wrapping her arms around him.
"How is this possible?" Killian asked, stunned as he hugged his mother. He basked in her presence and the magnificence of his wife for reuniting him with his mother through magic.
"Your wife is very powerful, Killian. Her need to protect you from losing another person you love drew us here to prove to your father that he needs to reconsider the consequences of his actions," she explained, looking up to see Jack falling to his knees next to her.
"Milah," he mumbled out before embracing her. She hugged him back and wrapped an arm around him. "I missed you so much."
"My family," Milah uttered, looking up at the girl responsible for reuniting her with her son and the love of her life. She owed so much to her daughter-in-law for saving her son from a life of darkness and now for the chance to hold her loved ones again.
Emma's face was buried in Graham's neck, taking deep breaths to try to stop crying. "Graham," she whispered, pulling her head out of the crook of his neck so she could look up at his handsome face. He was just as handsome ― if not more handsome ― than she remembered. "I can't believe you're here. How is it possible?" she asked, moving a hand to his cheek. "Graham." She kept saying his name, trying to take in the fact that he was really here. "I'm so sorry I lost.." she started to say but couldn't finish.
"It's not your fault, Emma. None of it was your fault," Graham reassured her, smiling lovingly at her. "Emma, I could never hate you ― my life didn't start until I met you. I love you very much, Emma."
"I love you," she whispered, crushing her lips to his and kissing him passionately, forgetting about everything but Graham. Graham responded to her kiss instantly, his hands finding their way into her hair. Tears were running down both of their cheeks.
Killian's back was to Emma and Graham, but he didn't have to see them to know his wife was kissing another man. He took a deep breath, telling himself to calm down and suppress the rage and jealousy building inside of him, but sounds of Emma kissing another man brought his inner demons to the surface.
"Killian, you need to calm down," Milah whispered into his ear. " I know it hurts to watch the one you love with another, but if you truly love her, you will let her have this moment with Graham. It is only a moment like my time with you. You are the one who can have a lifetime with her."
Every second that passed by seemed like an eternity to Killian, still able to hear the sounds of his Emma kissing someone other than him. Finally, he couldn't take another second of it, tearing himself away from the embrace of his mother, spinning around to see his wife in a heated kiss with her dead fiancé.
The moment he went over to snarl that Graham should bloody get off his wife, a little girl who looked to be around five years old appeared out of thin air. She had curly, light brown hair, Emma's green eyes, and she wore a long purple dress. Killian froze, watching her run over and pull on the legs of Graham and Emma, giggling as she made them pull apart.
Emma's breath caught in her chest when she looked down at the little girl, tears running down her cheeks once again. "I'm sorry I couldn't wait any longer, Daddy. It would have been too late to come to meet my Mommy." The girl looked up at her father, smiling at him before looking over at Emma. "Hi Mommy."
Emma's knees gave out, but Graham caught her, helping her down to the ground. "Emma, this our daughter, Elizabeth. We said that if we had a girl, we'd name her after your ancestor, Elizabeth Swann," he introduced Emma to their daughter.
Elizabeth's small hands reached out to touch her cheeks as Emma fought not to break down in loud sobs. "Elizabeth, my baby." Emma's voice cracked, but she mirrored her daughter's actions. "You're so beautiful, and I love you so very much." Her eyes ran over Elizabeth, seeing that she had Graham's smile and her chin. She was taking her breath away.
"I love you, Mommy," Elizabeth smiled, wrapping her arms around Emma's neck and hugging her tightly. Emma tried to cry silently, but a loud sob left her. "Please don't cry, Mommy ― Daddy and I both love and miss you."
"I love and miss you and Daddy very much," Emma replied on finding her voice. Graham's arms wrapped around her and Elizabeth.
Killian squirmed, feeling like an intruder on the family moment in front of him which had effectively drained all of his rage and jealousy. He now knew what had been taken from Emma not that long before he met her, and he had a new understanding of just what she had lost.
"I'm glad you're not sad anymore," Elizabeth told her mother, pulling away to look at her. "Daddy and I could feel how sad you were, but now you're happy most of the time." She smiled at her, looking over at Killian.
Killian's blue eyes grew large on seeing the beautiful little girl, who was the perfect mixture of Graham and Emma. The small girl broke from the hug from her parents to walk over to him. He went down onto his knee slowly, already under the spell of Elizabeth. "Hello, Princess Elizabeth," he smiled at the young girl, surprised by her attention towards him.
"Hi Killian," she grinned at him shyly. "Will you take good care of my Mommy?" she asked him, tilting her head to study him.
"Aye lass, I promise," Killian answered, nodding as Elizabeth wrapped her small arms around his neck and hugged him. He held her gently, looking over at Emma who was smiling at him with Graham's arms still around her.
Milah smiled on seeing the spirit of the girl hugging her son, knowing that he would be a great father when that day came. She turned to her love, running her fingers lightly over his cheek. "Jack, killing Rumpelstiltskin is not going to bring me back. You need to let go of your hatred of him and your need for revenge, or you will miss out on the rest of Killian's life. The power of the Dark One will make you crave more power and magic, and you will seek out more of it. You won't be able to fight the need for more," she warned him as he shook his head at her.
"No, I'll be protecting my son, his wife ― and avenging your death," Jack denied, not wanting to believe he would become a monster like the one who had killed her.
"I'm sorry to show you this," Milah whispered, closing her eyes and placing her hands on his temples.
Jack's vision went back before he saw himself stabbing Rumpelstiltskin with the dagger, feeling relieved. The next image took away that emotion immediately, when he was himself gaining the Dark One's powers.
His eyes turned black, his complexion pale ― and now all he felt was the burning desire for more power and magic. Jack was now in a castle approaching his son and Emma, telling his son that Milah was avenged and they could all be a family. Killian grinned, congratulating his father with a hug. Jack let go of his son, smiling at Emma who looked at him warily for a few moments before embracing him. Emma pulled back from the hug as he quickly pulled her magic into him. He broke her neck in the blink of an eye before she could react, and her lifeless body fell to the ground. Killian screamed, falling down to his knees and cradling Emma's body in his arms, calling out her name over and over again.
Jack felt tears running down his cheeks when the images stopped. He opened his eyes to look at his lost love's face. "No, it can't be true. I would never do that," his hoarse voice whispered, meeting Milah's sad blue eyes.
"No, but the Dark One would. Rumple was a coward before he became the Dark One, and he's capable of the worst evil. Do you think you would be any different?" Milah frowned, moving her hands down to cup his cheeks. "You might be able to fight it for a while, but eventually you would give into your need for more magic."
Jack broke her gaze, looking at his son walk over to Emma while holding the hand of little Elizabeth. Watching Killian's large hand holding the small one of Elizabeth made his heart ache, knowing he would have to choose between revenge and his son.
Emma flinched when her eyes met Killian's, knowing he saw her kissing Graham. Waiting for him to explode and voice his hatred and disgust, she was worried that the fact Graham was dead and not coming back wouldn't matter to Killian. However, his neutral expression turned into one of understanding, love, acceptance, and awe. His eyes moved to Graham, who still held Emma in his arms, and he stared at him for a moment.
"I owe you a debt of gratitude for bringing back my mother," Killian paused, glancing down at Elizabeth and winking at her, "and this beautiful lass along." Elizabeth giggled, putting her hand up to her mouth and the gesture making all the adults in the room smile. Once again, Killian turned to Graham, holding out his hand to him. "Thank you."
"I owe you for looking out after Emma ― so we are even." Graham nodded, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. A look of understanding passed between the two men, putting jealousy aside to concentrate on Emma's happiness. "We must go soon," he whispered softly, looking over at Emma to see her shake her head while tears formed in her eyes. "Emma..."
"No!" Emma pulled Elizabeth into her arms, clinging to her and unable to be strong for her little girl. "Please, no. Please don't leave me. You can't leave me," she cried, breaking both Killian's and Graham's heart at the desperation in her voice.
"Emma," Graham and Killian said in unison, Killian dropping down to his knees next to her. While Graham's hand went to her back, rubbing it soothingly, Killian's moved to her cheek and brushed away her tears.
"I can't do this," Emma whimpered, feeling like her soul was being torn in two. She desperately wanted to go with her daughter and Graham, but the idea of leaving Killian behind ripped her into pieces. On the other hand, the idea of not having Graham and Elizabeth caused her equal pain. "Please, please don't leave me again," she begged, holding her daughter and reaching out a hand to grab Graham. "I'm sorry, Killian," she said through a broken sob.
"Love," Killian said tenderly, turning her chin towards him. The utter heartbreak in her eyes made his own tear, but he forced a loving smile on his face. "There is nothing to apologize for, Emma. I know how much you miss and love them, darling. They might not be here with us, but they will always be in your heart and with you always." He continued to brush away her tears, while Emma continued to shake her head at him.
"I'll miss you, Mommy, but Daddy needs me with him," Elizabeth's tiny voice rang out. "He would be very sad without both of us," she added, pulling away and staring into her mother's eyes as her fingers moved over Killian's. "Killian will make you happy until we see you again."
"Aye, lass, I promise," Killian swore while looking over at Emma's tear-stained cheeks. He felt his mother's hand on his back as she knelt next to him.
"Emma, I can't tell you how happy I'm to have you love my son," Milah smiled at her. "I will look after Graham and Elizabeth until you are reunited with them."
Emma nodded, unable to speak as she let go of Elizabeth, her whole body trembling with grief at losing her and Graham.
"I'm proud of you, Killian," his mother smiled at him, taking Elizabeth's small hand in hers and touching his hand with her other one before touching his cheek. "I love you."
"I love you, Mother," he whispered to her, pausing on looking at Emma and Graham. "I'll leave you two alone to say goodbye." He stood up and then walked out of the room before Emma could react.
"Bye Mommy," Elizabeth smiled at Emma, taking Milah's hand and walking over toward Jack with her as Emma lunged at her. But Graham caught Emma in his arms.
"Jack, I love you. I'm at peace and waiting for you," Milah said, picking up Elizabeth and holding her on her hip. She leaned in close to his ear, whispering, "If you truly love me and Killian, you will heed my warning." She kissed him softly on the lips before disappearing into thin air with Elizabeth.
Jack swallowed hard, looking down at a sobbing Emma whom Graham held in his arms before he left the room. He saw Killian leaning against the wall, his eyes closed and his body flinching when Emma let out a loud wail of misery and grief. "Are you alright, lad?" he asked, walking over and putting his hand on his shoulder.
"No," Killian whispered, opening his eyes which were filled with grief and sadness. "My wife is hurting and I can't fix it." He let out a deep breath to compose himself. "If I could, I would do it without a second thought, but I cannot. So I'm going to give her the only thing I can: a chance to say a proper goodbye to Graham. Alone."
"How can you bear it?" Jack asked, knowing how fiercely he loved Emma and how possessive he was of her.
"It's not about me, father ― it's about Emma. If this brings her even the smallest shred of relief and closure, it's worth the pain," Killian admitted, stunning his father with his utter devotion to Emma. It cemented the fact that he wouldn't survive losing Emma, and losing her at his father's hands would shatter him into a million pieces.
Meanwhile
"Emma," Graham said softly as she pulled her head of out the crook of his neck. "Did I make a mistake coming here tonight and bringing Elizabeth? I was just going to send Milah, but she said that we needed to be here as well." He paused, tears filling his eyes. "Your magic had such a strong pull that I felt alive, and I knew I would be able to hold you. I couldn't pass up the chance, but if I.."
Emma cut him off by kissing him passionately on the lips for a brief moment before pulling away to look at him. "No, I was able to meet our daughter." Emma smiled, getting a smile from him in return. "She is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It hurts losing her, but I got to see her and hold her." She bit her lip, reaching out to run a hand through his curly brown hair. "I got to hold you and kiss you. Graham, I need you to know that I still love you, and that nothing and no one can change that."
"I will always love you too, Emma. But I want you to have a long, happy life with Killian ― I'm glad you found him. It's time for me to go..." Graham said as Emma shook her head at him. "I love you, Emma," he whispered, leaning in and kissing her passionately for the last time.
Emma's hands wove through his curly brown hair as she kissed him desperately with tears streaming down her face. Graham pulled away from her lips, smiling at her lovingly. "No, Graham, PLEASE!" she sobbed as he disappeared, falling on the ground and crying hysterically at his and Elizabeth's absence.
A few seconds later, she felt Killian picking her up in his arms and carrying her over to the bed. "They're gone ― and it hurts. It hurts so much..." she cried, clutching him almost painfully as he lowered her to the bed.
"I know, love," he whispered, running his hands over her back to console her; he knew only time would lessen the pain. But he knew she would always miss them, like he would always miss his mother.
"Please don't hate me ― promise me you'll never leave me," she pleaded, raising her head from his chest with agony and guilt in her green eyes. "You must hate me for kissing Graham," she stuttered out, waiting for his fury.
Killian's right hand moved under her chin as he stared into her eyes. "You didn't get to say goodbye to him, love. It's a cruel fate to watch your loved one die and not have time to have a proper goodbye," he explained as she released a strangled cry at the generosity in his words and actions. "I exchanged vows ― vows to honor, cherish, protect, love and be with you until my life ends. My vow to you is one I will keep until my last breath, Emma Swan Jones."
Finally, Emma collapsed in his arms, her hands over his heart as her sobs subsided and her breathing deepened into one for sleep.
"I've got you, love." Killian whispered, peppering soft kisses on the top of her head and forehead, holding her tightly as she slept in his arms.
AN: I decided not to end of a cliffhanger this chapter, although I can't promise that for future chapters! Review please !