"Henry, tell mom she's wrong," Neal- or whatever he was called now, since he was part monster- commanded him.

"Mom," Henry began, and Emma looked at Henry desperately, "you're right."

What? Of course i'm right, you know i'm right. No love is better than abused or forced love, everyone should know that.

"Henry?" Neal asked, "what is wrong with you? I'm your father, you're supposed to agree with me."

"If you act like that, you're not my father," Henry replied coldly, "I can do what I want, it's a free country."

"How dare you call me 'not your father'?" Neal replied coldly.

"Something's changed," Henry replied coolly, "you're not my dad. Killian is." Killian reached out and ruffled Henry's brown hair, "that's a good boy," Emma heard him whisper.

Neal-that monster- whatever she was supposed to call him- stepped closer to her and Mary Margret and David pulled him away.

"We're not done," he shouted as the door shut, and Emma sat next to Killian, letting her head fall on his shoulder.

"Something's wrong," she told her family, "he never acted like this."

"Revenge," Killian stated, "jealousy, vengeance. They would most likely cause it."

"Jealousy?" Emma questioned him, "how would jealousy cause well, that?"

"When the green eyed monster takes over you, there's not much you can do but follow it," Mary Margret told them.

"Green eyed monster?" Killian asked and he 'parents' immediately said:

"Well, we're going to Granny's for dinner and we'll spend the night. Emma, why won't you tell him what it is and don't forget to eat dinner."

The two of them left and Emma groaned. "Seriously?"

"What?" Killian asked.

"They're not making us dinner," she groaned, getting up but felt a pull.

"I'll make you dinner, m-lady," he told her and walked to the kitchen.

"What do you want, lass," he called and Henry immediately replied with "spaghetti!"

Emma did not know what Killian was doing the the kitchen, especially alone and with fire. For all she could know, he could set the house on fire.

"Don't even think about it," she heard Killian say as she approached the kitchen; unwillingly, she walked back to the couch. A couple of minutes later, Killian called:

"Spaghetti's ready, I would bring it to you," he laughed, "but sadly I can't."

Emma took a plate along with a fork and walked back to the couch where she saw Henry put in a film. Not just any film, 'Peter Pan' was what it was called; then Henry ran to the kitchen, got his food and sat down on one side of Emma as Killian took the other.

"Peter Pan?" Killian asked, amused, apparently he didn't know that is was a film.

Henry nodded and pressed play, and everyone watched. Emma took a small bit of the spaghetti, thinking it was bad, but it wasn't. Delicious, was her first thought, she didn't think that he could actually cook; she thought he was saying it for fun. Hmm, it's better than I could ever cook.

The scene where Captain Hook appeared, Killian nearly choked on his food.

"Seriously," he moaned and Emma couldn't help not smiling.

"So that's where you heard of me from," he muttered under his breath and Emma laughed- no giggled. Since when do I giggle? she thought to herself. She was changing and she didn't know it. When the film ended, Henry obediently turned off the TV and went upstairs. He never been this obedient has he?

"So," Killian said, shooing away the silence, "what is the green eyed monster?"

"It's like this other side of you, the one that makes you jealous, and angry," Emma replied, adding, "making you want what they have and trying all you can to do it. But soon, they'll leave and you'd feel sorry for yourself- for anybody and everybody that witnessed you during the happening."

"So you think the Coward Jr. is feeling that now?"

"Coward Jr." Emma repeated, laughing, "I don't really know, but then again, I don't care."

"Well," Killian said, walking to the door, "cya when the sun rises, lass."

"Wait!" Emma called, and silently cursed, "don't I get a good night kiss?" She plead and Killian walked back to her and leaned in and Emma closed the gap. She felt the jolt and energy, just like during their first kiss by the Neverpeak mountain.

"Oi!" the voice belonged to Henry.

"Yes lass?" Killian asked, walking to him.

"So you're kissing my mom. When's the wedding?"

Killian laughed, "I don't know about that, but I can promise you it'll be great."

Killian was kneeling, making himself the same height as Henry, and Emma couldn't help smiling. If he asked now, the wedding would be right here, she thought and chuckled. Killian kissed his hair and Emma's cheek before leaving, "see you two when the sun rises."

Emma rolled over and moaned, pulling the blanket over her as someone opened the curtains:

"No," she groaned and pulled the cover back to see who it was.

She saw a blurry, but still incredibly handsome Killian.

"Morning love," he said, "not really morning though, it's like ten."

"Ten?!" Emma nearly choked, sitting up to look at the clock.

"Yeah lass, ten. Let's not forget about that date," he winked at her.

"Be back in ten," she muttered, taking a random shirt, jeans and a pair of socks, and walked to the restroom. Emma was actually surprised that Killian was sitting on her bed in the same position where she left him.

"Let's go," she said, taking Killian's hand.

"Not much of a breakfast now," he told her as they were walking to Granny's, "early lunch, sure, but late breakfast no."

"Brunch," Emma told him, " brunch at Granny's."

"Brunch," he repeated, amused; apparent;y he never heard of the word before, and she couldn't blame him. He was a pirate after all.

"Breakfast and lunch," she told him and walked in. The talking stopped and everyone looked at them. It was quite weird, really. Killian walked to a stall and Emma followed him, sitting next to him. Ruby walked up the them:

"So, you and him huh?"

"Yeah," she said, trying hard to hide her blush.

"Glad it's working for you," Ruby told her, "he likes you, to bad that doesn't work for me."

"Who is it?" Emma asked her, leaning closer to her.

"Victor," she whispered in Emma's ear and she squealed like a little girl getting what she wanted for Christmas. Killian cleared his throat, to remind them that he was there and Ruby snapped out of it.

"So what do you want?"

"Well, er... pancakes-"

"Pancakes?" Ruby said, surprised, and followed it was Emma's reply:

"Hey, I just woke up, okay?"

Ruby chuckled, and started writing 'pancakes' down but Emma interrupted:

"Just coffee," she said simply and looked at Killian.

His blue eyes was looking at hers, hazel, or was it brown?

"Um.. er... ribs?" he asked in a heavy accent, so heavy, that Emma had to repeat it.

"Be back in a sec," she said, skipping away.

"On a scale of one to Killian Jones, how happy are you?" he asked her and she laughed.

"Emma Swan," she answered, "which is higher than Killian Jones."

"Right," he replied in a sarcastic voice.

"No, it's true."

"If it was, then why was I the one waiting for you this morning?"

"It's not my fault I was tired," she wined, "plus, you pirates wake up early."

"We do wake up early," he confirmed, "but I woke at like eight, so there's no excuses."

"But I slept later than you did," Emma told him.

"Oh, I highly doubt that," he replied with a smirk on his face.

"Okay," Ruby came from nowhere with a plate with ribs, and two coffees.

"Two?" Emma asked, and Ruby replied:

"Extra just for you because: A) You're on a date," she winked, "and B) you come here often and so do everyone from your family, so free coffee. Unless you don't want it, then I'll take it."

"No thank you," Emma smiled and grabbed the other coffee from her hand; Ruby smiled back and walked to take order of some people who just came in.

"So how do you like it?" she asked Killian, who was enjoying his ribs.

"I've eaten ribs before," he told her and Emma couldn't help laughing. She underestimated him sometimes.

Granny came when Killian finished and gave them the check. Emma reached for her wallet to grab the money, but when she looked up, Killian was already holding the money. Since when did he have money? Gold, yeah, sure, but money?

"Don't take his," she told Granny and held up her money.

"Well, looks like I'm getting double the money," she said and took both of their money and left the receipt.

Emma finished her coffee so she fished Killian's coffee out of his hand as soon as they exited Granny's.

"Hey," he moaned, "I was drinking that."

"To bad I want to drink it," she muttered and Killian kissed her cheek and draped his arm around her shoulder.

"Emma, Emma, Emma, what am I supposed to do with you?" she could feel him smile.

"Where are we going?" she asked, and she knew the reply as soon as she said that:

"the docks, where else?"

Their swords hit in midair, Emma was battling a pirate, more specifically the hottest person on Earth, or any other worlds, Killian Jones. She lowered it and stroke again, and he blocked it. The two repeatedly doing that until Emma was caught off guard and Killian knocked the sword out of her hand, and pointed it at her. Emma raised both of her hand signaling: okay, you win, and Killian wrapped both arms around her neck and hugged her. They were on the docks, Killian was teaching how to properly sword fight.

"Come here," he told her and she walked into his arms, " I'll teach you how to properly sword fight, alright?"

"I already know how though," Emma told him.

"Really?"

"I beat you back at the lake in the Enchanted Forest."

"You actually think you can beat a 300 year old pirate at sword fighting?" Killian laughed and pulled her closer.

"I let you win," he said to her, "I wanted you to get back to Henry."

Emma was caught by surprise, "really?"

"Really," he told her and captured her lips with his.

A couple of minutes later, he pulled away and said:

"So, want me to teach you how to professionally sword fight?"

"Nothing wrong with that," she told him, grabbed a sword on the table beside her and ran out to the docks.

He did the twirl, she thought, and said it out loud.

"You did the twirl," and he chuckled.

"Want me to teach you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she said, surprised he offered her that.

"Alright then," he said with a chuckle. He handed her the sword that fallen and Emma gripped it tightly.

"Strong foot out-" strong foot? Like writing arm or something? Right it is...

"Now watch."

It all happened so fast. First his strong foot- right- was up then his left stepped up and he twirled like a ballerina. Can't be hard, Emma thought and tried it herself, but her clumsy feet twisted and she fell, face first, but Killian caught her.

"No harsh feelings," he said, "I'm just better than you, nothing more, nothing less."

Emma rolled her eyes and tried again, surprisingly, she didn't stumble or fall. She raised the sword, "can I try while fighting?"

"You're not going to win lass," he told her but got into position.

She tried, and Killian was right. It was on her tenth time, give or take until she managed to knock his sword out of his hand.

"You just let me win." She muttered and Killian wrapped his arm around her.

"No, I didn't," he told her, taking her hand, "come on, it's getting late."

Emma fell asleep that night, not knowing that Killian didn't let her win. He, too, was surprised when Emma knocked the sword out of his hand.

"She'd make one hell of a pirate," he said quietly to himself as he walked back to the Jolly Roger.

A/N: The chapter is longer than I thought it would be.. I hope you liked it? Leave a review x)