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Chapter 22

They were huddled on his couch with the remnants of their Chinese take-out and beer cans scattered on the table in front of them and Lost being played on Netflix (neither one of them had seen the show since they last saw it together so they got to continue it from where they last left off).

Killian's cellphone binged and after checking the message he groaned.

"What is it?" Emma smiled, brushing his ruffled sex hair away from his forehead. She already knew it was Liam – Killian always groaned as if he was frustrated whenever Liam called or texted but the little smile later always gave away his true feelings.

"Liam's been up my arse for Thanksgiving" he informed her, "After our little, ah, falling out, I'd refused to go down to Ireland for it"

Another text popped and he let out a little laugh, "Looks like he's got Belle on it too – she just messaged me saying that she's bringing a date along" His eyebrow furrowed, "date? But she was in Scotland when I last talked to her – she can't be dating?"

Another bing, "And now Elsa is telling me that her due date is two days after Thanksgiving and now as I quote her "how could my newborn sweet little child not meet his infuriatingly stubborn yet lovely and caring uncle?"" Killian laughed and Emma snorted.

"She's right, you are infuriatingly stubborn" Emma teased, titling her head.

Killian raised his eyebrows as if in disbelief, "I'm infuriatingly stubborn?" he huffed, "I think we both know who amongst us it that, my love"

Before Emma could retort back his cell phone binged again.

"What?" she asked as Killian laughed.

"It's Liam: Please tell me you're bringing the lovely blond lass along with your sorry arse as I'm hoping you've finally told her you love her? And with some miracle she actually loves you too"

Emma buried her hand in his hair, softly caressing it as Killian turned to her "What do you say, Swan? Thanksgiving in Ireland?"

"I thought you'd never ask" she crushed her lips onto his.

/

During the weeks leading up to the Ireland trip, Emma and Killian had fallen back into the familiar ease of their relationship along with a newfound emotional intimacy as now they knew that they loved each other and that nothing could keep them apart.

Emma had shown up at his office one day for lunch as they both agreed that it would put a stop to any gossip and reaffirm in everyone's mind that Emma was his girlfriend and not some raunchy office affair.

They had gone out on plenty of dates now that they didn't need to sneak around. Even accepted David and Mary Margaret's invitation for dinner (David still giving slightly dirty looks to Killian but smiling once Emma laughed till she had tears in her eyes at something Killian said). They met up with Ruby and Mulan and some of Killian's friends as well.

They were happy.

/

At Dublin airport they were met by the grinning face of Liam who waved enthusiastically with a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

Killian got to him first, leaving Emma's hand for a moment to hug his brother fiercely. Emma watched as the two men clapped each other on the back and after separating kept their hold on each other's arm as they muttered something that sounded like some British and Irish swear words. She smiled as she saw the raw emotion in both men's eyes, the love and adoration for each other shining through and she remembered all the late night conversations she's had with Killian where he talked about how Liam had raised him and he owed everything to him.

Liam left Killian's hold and bowed in front of Emma who giggled as Killian did this very often as well. "Hello, m'lady" he said, offering her the bouquet which she accepted with a thanks and a smile. It was bit awkward since Emma had previously talked to Liam quite a few times but in under very professional settings (except for when she accompanied him and Elsa for wedding shopping and at their wedding).

But by the time they were all hurled up in his black Mercedes, with Mr. Smee taking the wheel (poor guy never catches a break), Liam in the front and Emma and Killian in the back with their hands intertwined, Emma felt at ease.

The brothers were engaged in talking about the house Liam had just moved in (as soon as Emma heard the cost her eyebrows shot up and she drowned out the conversation), focusing on the beautiful scenery outside.

Once the car came to a halt outside a two-story house, they were greeted by Belle who was sitting on the front porch reading a book. She dropped her book and hurried towards them once she spotted the car, pulling Killian into a bone-crushing hug as he patted her hair. To Emma's surprise, Belle pulled her into an equally fierce hug as well.

Elsa sauntered outside hearing the noise and looked extremely pregnant with her belly slightly showing from her blue t-shirt.

"Elsa" Killian exclaimed as he ran up the stairs and kissed her cheek, nervous to hug her because of her belly.

"Finally!" she smiled at him, squeezing his biceps and turned to Emma.

"I'm so glad you're here Emma!" the woman spoke before Emma climbed up the stairs and carefully hugged her.

/

There was still a week left to Thanksgiving so they had done some sight seeing, Belle usually tagging along with them, not that either of them minded. She would usually ditch them some time later to go into a bookstore or to just sit in a coffee shop and work on the novel she was writing. She'd already seen Ireland and wasn't too interested, and as much as she was happy that her half-brother had found someone, she was kind of getting sick of the constant doey-eyes and all the PDA.

Killian had taken Emma anywhere and everywhere he could think of. And once they returned back by dinnertime, they'd eat with the family and then fall asleep in each other's arm in the guest room.

(It really helped that Emma was in the last few days of her period because Killian really did not want to face the endless teasing of his brother if he ever noticed any…noises)

/

Liam drove them to their childhood house, the huge mansion still giving an uneasy feeling in Killian's stomach as they rolled through the drive-way. Once inside, Emma sensed Liam's hesitation and thought maybe he needed some privacy with his brother so with a reassuring kiss to Killian, she disappeared in the mansion with the excuse of exploring (which she did – she wanted to see Killian's room).

Killian was staring at the humongous portrait of his parents when Liam came to stand beside him, "You think father is alive?"

"I don't bloody know. Nor am I interested in knowing" Killian seethed.

"You know I never truly blamed him? He loved mum a lot – you might not remember this you were very young. But after she died, he was practically a dead man, just breathing" Liam recalled, his throat tight with emotion, "Every ounce of life had left him Killian. He forgot your 5th birthday and when I yelled at him about it after you'd cried all night on my shoulder, he broke down, cursing himself to be a horrible father"

Killian gulped. Liam never talked about their parents, ever. And Killian never knew this story – all he knew was Liam telling him that father had left and was never coming back.

"You slept with me that night so he came into my room the next morning. He kissed us both and apologized to me. He gave me mother's ring which I gave to Elsa, and then left. He was sobbing the entire time and kept apologizing"

Killian felt unshed tears burning his eyes and when he looked at his brother, saw one lone tear fall down.

"I like to think he left us because he thought he was giving us our best chance and that it was not with him" Liam whispered, staring intently on the painting ahead, "I just hope to God I could be stronger than him for my child"

Killian turned towards his brother and gripped his shoulders painfully, "Listen to me Liam – I don't remember mum at all and not much of father. The only family I've known my entire life has been you. You've been my mother, father, brother, everything, so don't for a moment think you can't be a good father. The fact that you can see the good in father right now proves that you're going to be an excellent father"

"Thanks Killian" Liam smiled, brushing his tear away, "I'm sorry for turning things a little emotional"

"Don't worry brother" Killian smirked, "You have always been a drama queen"

Liam huffed at the accusation, muttering something under his breath along the lines of "look who's talking".

"This house just feels so dead, I wish we could brighten it somehow" Liam said, looking around their old house.

"It does need a paint job"

"Aye. Maybe we should get it renovated – it has been in mum's family for generations and who knows when they last renovated it"

Killian nodded and smiled as Emma peeked from the room beside. Liam smiled at her and headed upstairs to his old room, expressing his wish to see if he could take some of his old toys for the baby.

"You okay?" Emma wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Aye, love. Just talking about family" he replied, bringing his own arms around her.

/

Thanksgiving was as festive and clichéd as it could be. Elsa had ordered them all around from her place on the couch as they all struggled to get the dinner together, the siblings usually bickering over the right way to make the stuffing, finally pouting as little children once Elsa shouted at them and Emma bit her lip to suppress the laugh threatening to slip.

They had all gone around saying their thanks, including each other in it and Emma had tears threatening to spill many times throughout the night as realization hit her that she actually had someone and his lovely family to spend this holiday with. She did finally burst into tears by the end of the dinner when Elsa referred to her as "Aunt Emma" for her baby.

/

Killian had gifted her a beautiful necklace with an anchor on it once he took her out on the Jolly. He'd mention about how she didn't wear her swan necklace anymore that Neal had gifted her and thought she'd like to have something to wear around her neck. Emma let him put it on before she turned around and kissed the hell out of him.

That night before they got home, they went bar hopping in the city and were positively drunk as they held onto each other and climbed up the stairs to the guest bedroom, both needing the support as they could really feel the alcohol flowing through their veins.

Once they pushed the door open and stumbled inside, Emma ran up to the bed and plopped down on it like a child, Killian following suit as he laid down beside her. They stayed like that for a moment, silently lying with their sides touching as they stared up at the ceiling, listening to the crickets chirping outside and the steady heartbeats of each other.

Finally Killian stood up, "It's late, Swan" he said and started undressing for bed, throwing the blue shirt Emma got for him on the sofa behind him.

"Mmmhh" Emma murmured, turning sideways to look at her boyfriend. She balanced her head on her elbow as she looked at him, admired him – the lean tone of his body, the dark hair mapping his chest and leaving a trail down to his crotch. She smiled to herself as she remembered how the soft hair feels against her nipples, the way the muscles of his biceps rip when he's balancing himself above her, the way his long fingers splay over her hip and always end up inside her, stroking her. Emma doesn't even realize that she let out a moan slip her lips as she goes through all the memories of their bodies joined together.

Once she looked back up from the front of his jeans where the trail ended, she found him staring back at her with a raised eyebrow and a little smile playing on his lips.

"Don't look at me like that Swan" he grinned slightly.

"Like what?" Emma played coy, raising her eyebrows in the most innocent way.

"My love, I know when you're having filthy thoughts" he said, shucking his jeans off and grinning as he heard Emma breathe in sharply.

"I'm always having filthy thoughts about you" she teased and reveled in the way his eyes widened, loosing his cool composure for a moment.

"Bloody hell Emma" he whispered as he walked towards her, covering her body with his as their legs dangled down the bed. He brought a hand to her cheek and kissed her, their tongues tangling and hands roaming.

"Wouldn't Liam and Elsa hear us?" Emma spoke between kisses.

"Well, we'll have to be quiet then lass" he said, moving his lips to her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses until he reached her pulse point and sucked, making sure to leave a mark just so she could jokingly throw something at him in the morning when she notices it.

Emma pushed him off of her gently, earning a grunt from Killian as he was forced to stand. She stood before him and turned, moving her hair to the front.

He understood the implication and brought his hand to the zipper of her dress, lowering it till the end, which gave a little sneak of her purple undergarments. He brought his fingers up to her neck and lightly traced it, pushing the dress down to her shoulders and finally completely off of her.

He placed kisses along her shoulder, nipping here and there until he reached the back of her ear, biting at her earlobe as his hand unhooked her bra, throwing it on the floor behind him.

He ran a fingertip down her spine, applying slight pressure and stopping just above the waistband of her panties. Leaning down to press a kiss just below the back of her neck, his hands came around her hips to rest on her toned stomach. He ran his tongue to her earlobe, nipping at the sensitive flesh as his arms came up to cup her heaving breasts. He brought his thumbs on the already erect nipples and pinched them between his thumb and index finger, earning a moan from her as her head fell back on his shoulder, giving him better access to her neck.

With one hand still kneading a breast, the other travelled down to the front of her panty-clad mound, rubbing her through the material as she cried out his name. Emma groaned as she pushed her hips back to his and felt his arousal pressed to her ass. She held his hand over her panties and moved them under them, guiding his fingers through her wet folds as she breathed heavily.

Suddenly Killian turned her around and pushed her with his hips until she dropped down on the bed, giggling furiously. He pushed her back to the bedpost, laughing himself as well, and moved to hover over her.

She cupped his scruffy cheek as he stared intently at her, his dark blue eyes mixed with a bit red as the alcohol was flowing through both of their bodies. She leaned up with a smile, pressing her lips to his and he responded immediately, opening his mouth to allow her tongue in. She felt him cup her breasts, squeezing them tightly before she felt his touch between her thighs, Emma biting his lower lip in surprise as he circled her clit.

Trailing kisses down her body he finally reached her bare mound, brushing his nose over it as he separated her legs.

Emma waited for the usual teasing of light licks and kisses here and there, but gasped once she felt him lick a long strip at her heat followed by his continuous lapping at her juices

She felt completely drunk – not only on the alcohol, but on him. She looked down at him, his eyes shut as she saw his head move slightly with his tongue and her own hips moving in tandem with his mouth. Once she clutched onto his dark hair, his eyes flew open and met hers, smirking as he sucked on her clit and Emma wanted to slap him. She tugged his hair back painfully in warning and he winked, speaking with his mouth still touching her folds, "Desperate are we, love?"

"Shut up or I will sit on you" Emma sneered, earning a groan and a lift of his eyebrow from him.

"Sit on me?"

"Aye" she mocked him, pulling his hair back as she felt her clit throb on the sudden neglect.

"Alright" he murmured and plopped down on the bed, grabbing a pillow from behind Emma and propping himself on it. He looked sideways to Emma and grinned, "Come on now, love. Don't leave a man waiting"

Emma felt a shiver run down her spine. She wasn't sure if they'd done this before or not, the alcohol making her memories fuzzy.

She moved to sit on top of him, her knees bent beside him and her wet folds on his chest. She pushed his unruly hair back from his forehead, leaning down to press a final kiss to his lips before she raised her hips and came closer to his face, her knees on either side of his face. Lowering herself down on him she gasped as she felt Killian's tongue at her entrance. He brought his hands to grab her thighs to keep her in place as she had lost all control of her body, his tongue, and lips, and teeth doing downright sinful things to her until she was on the edge.

Emma knew that it would take only a suck on her clit for her to come so she pushed back, sitting on his chest as he stared at her confused, "Swan?"

"Not like this" she whispered before she slid down his body, grabbing his cock and after giving it a few pumps, lowered herself on it. Groaning once Killian was fully sheated in her, Emma started to move, slowly and languidly at first but soon her thrusts becoming urgent. She was already so aroused and on the edge cause of Killian's excellent skills, but she wanted to come with him so she gritted her teeth and did her best to hold on.

Finally, she felt Killian pulsate inside her and she clenched her walls around him, sending both him and her over the edge as they climaxed together. She plopped down on him, his arms coming around her instantly.

The last thing she felt before she dozed off to sleep was Killian stroking her back and kissing her forehead.

/

Killian joined Liam in the kitchen as Elsa and Belle sat in the living room watching TV.

His brother gave him a shit-eating grin, "Good sleep last night?"

"Aye" Killian responded, unwilling to find out if his brother was genuinely asking or if he was teasing him. He and Emma had tried their best to remain as quiet as possible, even moving to the shower for round 2, as usually the grunts he slips and the way Emma screams his name and barks orders at him to "goddamnit Killian just fucking move!" when he decides to tease her, would have woken up the entire house.

"So what's the plan?" Killian asked his brother, fiddling to find coffee in the cupboards.

"I was thinking you and Emma could go check on the house again?" Liam spoke tentatively, "not if you want to of course"

"We'll go" Killian smiled at his brother who clapped him on his back, "Still take it scrambled right?"

"Aye" Killian smiled, touched but not too surprised that his brother knew the way he liked his eggs. He'd cooked him breakfast for years after all.

"And Emma?"

"Scrambled as well. Thanks!" Emma's voice came from behind as she emerged from upstairs, coming straight to Killian and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and sharing a secret little smile with him for the events of last night which they both could still feel in their bodies. She squeezed Liam's shoulder before she joined the women.

Killian's gaze lingered on the three women for a while, watching as Elsa and Emma were laughing at something Belle had said while she had herself turned pink. Watching his Swan smile so effortlessly, fitting right with his family so easily and just being so happy herself and making him happy…

"Dear Lord you're gone" he heard his brother snicker beside him.

Killian raised his eyebrows at him.

"Emma – you, you are a goner"

Killian looked back at Emma and found her looking back at him and she smiled, making his heart leap out of his chest.

"That I am" Killian confessed.

"Join the club. Our other member includes David; we have jackets" Liam winked, "now get your arse here and got those toasts buttered up. And strawberry jam for Elsa, little brother"

"Younger" Killian corrected, rolling his eyes but smiling.

"Whatever you ponce"

/

They were just finishing up their breakfast when Elsa cursed loudly, making Emma jump as she'd never heard such a filthy word come out of her mouth.

"What is it, love?" Liam asked, his hands automatically finding hers.

"I think my water just broke" she said uncertainly.

"Oh bloody hell" Liam cursed and everyone set out to work.

Belle asked Emma to grab the baby bag from Liam and Elsa's room, while she called the hospital. Killian ran to get Elsa a blanket and then helped his brother pick her up, both moving towards the car as Belle followed still talking on the phone and Emma coming in last, clutching the bag on her shoulder and locking the door behind her.

/

Eva Jones was born healthy at 7:09 p.m. after many cups of coffee being exchanged between Killian, Emma and Belle once Elsa went into hours of labor, Liam by her side for every minute of it.

As the nurse gave the three a green light to go inside, Killian caught the slight and fleeting panic in Emma's gaze and he understood. She'd been thinking about her own pregnancy and Henry.

He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead, "Don't worry, my love. I'm here"

She smiled and led him inside to meet the newest member of their family.

/

Killian was pretty sure this was the first time he'd ever held a baby, cradling the tiny little body in his arms. He felt a body pressed behind him and Emma's head rested on his shoulder as they both looked down at Eva. Elsa had fallen asleep, exhausted, and Killian had finally convinced Liam to rest as well. Belle had gone to get them some food to eat, leaving him and Emma alone with the baby.

"She's so beautiful Emma" he whispered as to not wake Elsa, and Liam who was clearly pretending to be asleep (does he not know they grew up together and is aware of all of his tricks?).

"She is" Emma cooed, "Look at those tiny little hands" she said and brought a finger to Eva's hand which she clutched onto automatically.

The baby yawned lightly, her entire face scrunching and both of them let out "awwws" as they saw her eyes flutter close. Killian knew he should probably lay her down on her crib but he sat back down on the couch instead, still holding her in his arms. Emma sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder and one of her hand on his thigh.

Emma turned her head slightly to look at her boyfriend. Maybe it was the fact that she was here with him, blended in so perfectly with his family, that he was here all happy and making her happy, that they'd been through so much, but still emerged strong and together in the end. Or maybe that he was holding his brother and Elsa's tiny little daughter in his arms that Emma was suddenly wishing for this, for more and everything, that the words just slipped out of her mouth, "I love you Killian"

He smiled before he turned to look at her, "I love you too"

And she knew in that moment that they would make it to the end. Together.

The last thought Emma had as she slipped into a deep sleep, sated and happy in Killian's arms was how this hot asshole on whom she spilled her coffee at, changed her entire world for the better.

THE END

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