"Come in," Emma called when someone knocked on the door. She smiled when Hook entered, his own smirk on his lips.

"You wanted to see me?" he said, sitting down across from her.

"I did," she said, nodding her head. "I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Is this thing you want to discuss the reason why you took my ship and imprisoned me?"

Emma grinned. "Just tell you in a tavern is just so boring."

Hook grinned back. "Point taken, Swan."

Emma's expression turned serious then, her hand automatically came to rest on her small bump. Here goes nothing. "Have you ever thought about stopping?"

Hook seemed to be a bit taken aback by this question, probably not expecting it. "I have considered it, why you ask?"

She looked down, smiling to herself before looking back at him. "Tell me Hook, has anything ever happened to you and it changed your entire life? Changed the way you think, the you see the world, changed the dreams you had, only to be replaced by new ones? Has that ever happened to you?"

Hook looked down, scratching behind his ear as he let out a nervous laugh. "A bit of a personal question, don't you think, Swan?"

"Just answer it."

Hook looked back at her, his smirk fading into an honest and soft smile. His ocean blue eyes fixed on her as he said, "Aye, it has happened. Three times actually."

"Three?" Emma said with a frown. "What happened."

"It happened when I lost my brother." He swallowed, everting his eyes before continuing. "It happened again when I lost my first love, my Milah."

"And the third?" Emma asked when he didn't continue. He looked back at her, a look she couldn't right place was in his eyes.

"When I met you."

Deep inside, Emma had already known it, but it still surprised her as she words left his mouth. This time she had to look away for a second to calm her suddenly rushing heartbeat, and think through her next move. She took a deep breath and stood, walking around her desk to lean against it when she was beside Hook.

"You remember the last time we saw each other?" she started. Hook stood from his chair and came to stand before her, his usual smirk and flirting look replaced by something that was rather close to caring and maybe even love. Or maybe it was just her being high of pregnancy hormones.

"It's impossible to forget a single moment with you," he said in low voice that always seem to make her shiver. He brought his hand up to caress her cheek, stepping closer.

"What if more had happened that night?" He looked a bit confused by this, so Emma took his hand that was still on her cheek, and guided it until it was resting on her stomach. She looked back at him, his eyes fixed on their hands on her bump. "What if we made something more than love that night?"

Hooks eyes shot back to hers. She bit her lip as she waited for his reaction, but for a long while he only stared at her. "You're-"

She nodded. "Yeah."

Before she knew what was happening Hook had his lips pressed against her, kissing her a way he had never kissed her before. All the while he kept his hand on her belly while his arm with the hook snaked around her back, pulling her closer to him. When he pulled back he still held her closer, resting his fore head against hers.

"I won't leave you alone in this, Emma. I promise you I'll stay by your side as long as you wish me to," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

"Thank you, Killian," she whispered back, not being able to keep the smile from creeping up her lips. When she opened her eyes she saw Killian smiling at her as well, his eyes searching her face as if he was memorizing every last bit it.

"Our own little pirate."

"Who will be loved like no other."

Felix couldn't remember the last time he had slept that well. As his mind drifted into consciousness he felt someone absently massage his scalp. It felt nice, calming, as if he was a little boy in his mother's warm embrace. A sweet scent filled his nostrils as he inhaled, sweet in a familiar way. His head was also laying on something soft, something he wanted to bury his face in. He then noticed that the person was softly singing, the words sounding as if they were song by an angel.

"These battle scars don't look like they're fading," the voice sang, slow and soft in a sweet melody. "Don't look like they're ever going away. They ain't never gonna change, these battle..."

His heart suddenly started to beat faster as he slowly began to recognize the voice and the scent. Felix carefully opened one eye, but soon opened his other as well when his suspicions were confirmed. He pushed himself up, getting away from her as fast as he could – much like when she was suddenly lying beside him that morning. His breathing was coming fast for some reason as he looked at her, his face heating up.

Sophia on the other hand was just looking at him with a soft smile, a look in her eyes he didn't recognize. She had her back against a pillow against the wall, her hands resting on her stomach, and her legs lay out long before her. From the position she was in he gathered that his head must have been resting on her stomach while her hand ran through his hair. This thought made his heart only beat faster and faster. And honestly, he didn't know why he was so embarrassed, or whatever he was feeling, by this.

"Before you totally freak out, let me just explain the situation," she said calmly. Felix didn't trust his voice so he simple nodded. "Okay, you're suffering from nightmares every time you close your eyes. You don't remember them, but they drain your energy more than it gains you while sleeping. It's why you've been feeling so worn and tired lately, and because of that you went crazy last night and practically attacked me. I used my magic to get you to sleep and you just didn't seem to sleep peacefully without me close to you, so I stayed here with you the entire night. And that's what happened."

Felix swallowed and cleared his throat. "I-I attacked you?"

Sophia hummed a laugh, looking down at her hands. "It's funny that you question that part of my explanation first. You're really weird, you know that?"

"You aren't that much more normal yourself," he mumbled.

"You should change, I'm starving." Sophia started crawling past him an off the bed. When she stood she walked over to the door.

"Wait, what time is it?"

"Uhm… I don't know, somewhere around mid-day or something," she said before leaving the cabin and closing the door behind her. Felix leaned back against the wall behind the bed, taking deep breaths as he went through everything that happened seconds ago. Had she really stayed with him the entire night? Why would she even care if his nightmares drained him? Maybe because he attacked her, but did he really do that? He couldn't remember anything from after he fell asleep in his cell. And what happened to her nightgown? Where did she get those pirate like clothing, that looked actually really good on her now that he thought about it. Better than a dress if he was honest.

Felix rubbed his eyes, shaking his head as to wake him from the last bit of sleep. He dismissed all those thoughts for now, and got out of the bed. A pile of clean folded cloths lay on a chest across the room. Felix walked over to it, examining the clothing. It wasn't really his style, but his own clothing really needed a good wash. He sighed as he took off his cloak, throwing it on the bed. No matter what he was wearing, he would be wearing his cloak as well. He then took off his shirt, cringing when the sour smell of the rotting cream hit his nose. Maybe he had to burn that one.

"Hey Felix, can I come in?" Sophia said as she knocked on the door. He took a deep breath, better act as if nothing had happened, because really, nothing really had happened. He had simple slept while she stayed with him, it wasn't like he did it on purpose.

"Sure," he called back, and she entered. He grabbed the shirt that lay out for him on the chest, his back turned to the queen.

"You're doing it again," she said.

"Doing what?" he asked without looking her way, still fiddling with the shirt.

"This. You're changing your clothing and simple allow me to enter the room."

This time he did look at her, seeing her lean against the wall beside the door, her brow furrowed. His brow rose in question. "So? Never seen a shirtless man before?"

"I have, but only my husband." She tilted her head, examining his back. "It's just… strange. You do such strange things while I'm around, things no other man ever dared to do while I'm in the same room. Still, you do them so casually as if I'm not even here, but you know I am."

"You're such a naïve little princess," he said, shaking his head as he looked back at the shirt, and pulled it over his head. A small smile had crept up his lips- why, he didn't know. "Why are you even here?"

"How did you get all those scars?" she asked instead of answering. Felix tensed a bit at the question, but quickly busied himself with the black-blue vest to keep her from noticing.

"Living in the forest has it's dangers."

He heard her approach him from behind, and he could almost see the curious glint in her eyes without even looking at her. Suddenly he felt her finger on the base of his neck, following a path down the largest scar he had on his back. "How did you get this one?"

"That doesn't concern you." Felix stepped away from her, putting on his vest as he turned to her. "Didn't you say you were starving when you left?"

"I am, but I gathered you must be too." The same sweet smile as when he woke up to her was on her lips, the same care in her eyes.

Care.

That was what it was.

Did she really care for him?

Felix dismissed the thought immediately, instead turned his attentions to the buttons on his vest. As he fiddled with them two hand accompanied his, pushing them away, and started to button them for him. "This looks good on you, much like the clothing you wore during the ball."

When she was done he didn't say another word, and walked past her, grabbing his cloak off the bed, and left the room. Whatever she was doing, it was confusing him. Her caring gestured and looks, her sweet and soft smiles, it all confused him. Why was she this way towards him? He kidnapped her, took her from her home and husband. Yet, she was acting as if he meant something to her, which he knew he didn't. He was just her kidnapper, the guy who took everything from her.

He meant nothing to her, she just didn't want him to kill her.

Just an act.

A very good act.

Sophia slowly chewed on her bread as she watched Felix from where she was seated on a crate. He'd been acting strange ever since he woke up, but she'd been acting strange around him as well. Well, she was just being nice and that probably creeped him out. Not very surprising.

She still hadn't decided on whether she was going to continue on with Captain Swan or if she went with Felix. She guessed that was why she was doing all this, but honestly, it didn't make any sense on why she was even hesitating in joining the crew. Felix didn't have anything to offer her, not really, so would she even consider going further with him? He kidnapped her, it wasn't like she wanted this to happen. She wasn't regretting anything, though.

After swallowing the last piece of bread, Sophia stood and wiped her hands on her trousers. She felt playful. So, quietly, she sneaked up behind Felix, who was leaning against the railing, looking absently at the horizon while chewing on a piece of dried meat. With a bit of magic she untied the strings that kept his cloak from sliding off his shoulder. When she was close enough she grabbed the back of his cloak, pulling it to her before turning, and running away with it.

"Hey!" Felix yelled. Sophia turned, swinging the cloak around her shoulders while smirking at him. "Give back you little minx!"

"No way, it ruins your look," she replied, stepping back as he stepped closer. "Me, on the other hand, looks it perfect on."

Felix rolled his eyes, putting the last bite of meat in his mouth as he walked over to her. Sophia smirked, playfully jumping around the deck, using her magic to navigate around without looking behind her.

"Come on, try and get it."

"This isn't funny," he grumbled. Sophia jumped on the railing, earning a few worried looks from some of the crew members. Felix, however, only smirked, thinking he got her trapped. He reached out, ready to grab her, when she jumped on his shoulders, turning in the air and landed behind him. He turned to her, the smirk off his lips and replaced by annoyance again. "What are you trying to prove?"

"Why do I have to prove something?" she asked, straitening herself as she raised her eyebrow. "Can't I just play? I never got the chance to play in the castle, let me enjoy this already."

"Can't you annoy someone else while playing?"

"No, because I'm playing with you, now stop being boring and try to catch me."

Sophia turned on her heels and jumped up to the helm, turning again and grinning down at the grumpy blond. "I'm not playing your stupid game!" he called, turning and leaning against the raising again.

Sophia looked at the Emma, who shrugged in response. She sighed, jumping down again. "You're no fun," she said, just loud enough for him to hear.

"And you're a child."

Sophia huffed, walking to the railing on the other side of the ship, and leaned against it. She crossed her arms over the railing, resting her chin on them as she let out a long breath. "Better a child than a boring asshole," she mumbled to herself, pulling the hood of the cloak over her head. She could smell Felix scent in the cloak, and she couldn't deny that it was unpleasant, almost as if he was right beside her. Which, to her surprise, was comforting. She couldn't help but nuzzle her nose into the fabric, inhaling the lovely scent.

"Did you really steal my cloak just to sniff it?" Felix whispered from beside her, starling her because she hadn't heard him approaching her. Sophia jumped back, holding her hand over her heart. Felix was looking at her, his head was leaning on his hand as his elbow rested on the railing. He looked rather curious at her.

"Did you have to scare me?"

"Not my fault I caught you doing something embarrassing."

Sophia felt her cheeks heat up, looking away. "It just smells nice, so what?"

Felix shrugged, not looking impressed. "Nothing, but the color on your cheeks tells me you think otherwise."

"Get lost," she said before turning, wanting to walk away when Felix grabbed his own cloak, pulling her back to him. When she was closer to him he grabbed her arm, turning her to face him.

"Not until you give me back my cloak." His eyes bored into hers, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn't know what to say as he kept staring, and honestly, it only made her wonder more on how he was able to mask his face so well.

"That's no way to lass," Hook said from behind her, causing her to release a breath she didn't know she was holding when Felix go of her arm, and look up at Hook. "I thought I taught you better than that."

"She has my cloak and I want it back," he deadpanned, his face holding to emotion.

Hook turned to her then, raising his eyebrow. "Why did you take it?"

"It didn't match his outfit," she said as innocent as she could. Hook looked between her and Felix before nodding to himself, and finally turned back to Felix.

"Indeed, it would be a complete mismatch if you wore that green-gray thing with that white shirt and blue vest." A smirk had crawled onto his lips as he looked down at Sophia and winked. "The lass on the other hand suits it perfectly."

"Told you so," Sophia said to Felix, crossing her arms and sticking out her tongue. Okay, maybe she was acting like a real child, but she just hadn't felt this free in ages - she just wanted to enjoy it.

"Shut up, minx," Felix grumbled, glaring at both of them. Hook glared right back at him, the amused smirk replaced by a disapproving frown.

"Apologize," Hook said sternly, almost fatherly.

"But she was the one who to-"

"Now."

Felix shot both of them another glare before gritting his teeth and walking away from them without saying another word, much like he did after he changed. Sophia looked after him, her brows furrowed. Hook put his hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

"He's a stubborn one, but believe me, he'll come to his senses soon enough." With that Hook turned on his heels and left as well. Sophia didn't understand what Hook meant with that. Would Felix come to apologize? No, that doesn't sound like him. Than what did Hook meant?

Well, whatever it was, there was at least one thing Sophia was sure of.

Felix was even more of an asshole when he was fully rested.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter :D Please review, they make me happy!