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"Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?" My dad asked, nervously taping against the wheel of my car.

"It's the fifth time you're asking us the same question, dad, it's going to be fine!" I laughed, seeing how anxious David was, and he winced at me as a kind revenge.

I giggled again and turned my head to look by the window, hiding a yawn behind my palm. The awakening had been pretty difficult, and I was still feeling quiet tired. If Liam had the amazing and exhausting faculty to be energetic as soon as he was waking up, taking this from his dad, who was always in a good mood from the moment he was opening his eyes, it wasn't my case at all, all the more that our night had been quite eventful once again. It was horribly early in the morning, and as I wasn't allowed to drink coffee because I was pregnant, I had to admit I hadn't woken up with a smile on my face. But, as always, Killian had managed to make me giggle with his jokes not long after I had gotten out of bed, and now that we were in the car, I was pretty eager to arrive in New York, even if I was still anxious thinking we had to leave Liam in Storybrooke without us for a few days. But the perspective of these days spent just the two of us, Killian and I, in the greatest city in the world, was making me so happy, and my heart was pounding quite fast in my chest because of my excitement.

We had just crossed the town line, and I looked at the Storybrooke sign disappearing into the mirror. My mom was driving David's truck, in which we had piled our bags up, and Henry was with her. My dad was behind the wheel of my yellow bug, and was looking pretty anxious at the thought something unexpected could happen to us before the big departure. Liam was joyfully babbling in his child car seat, and I glanced into the mirror again to look at Killian, who had his arms crossed over his chest and seemed pretty upset. He hadn't wanted to say anything when I had asked him to sit down next to our son, but I could see he didn't like being sandwiched on the backseat of the car that much. I pressed my lips together to stifle my laughter, and passed my hand behind my seat to pat his knee in a purposely mocking way. He looked up to me with an annoyed expression on his face, what made me smile for good. I turned back to look at him and raised my eyebrows in a teasing look :

"The trip is strating well if you're already cranky because of something."

"I'm not cranky." He mumbled with a pout that made me chuckle. "Your bloody car is just way too small for my legs."

"Well, maybe it's not my bug that is too small, but you who are to tall. And be a bit respectful toward my car, please. It didn't do anything to you."

He looked up to me, and didn't manage to keep his annoyed look for more than a few seconds by seeing my amused expression. I giggled noticing his eyes sparkling in amusment and his smile widening, liking as always these little teasing games between us. I turned back to look at the road again, and felt Killian's fingers grabbing my hand, that I had left on his knee, as his thumb was starting to gently stroke my skin.

We arrived at the bus station pretty quickly, and my entire family left the vehicles, joyfully chatting with each other, to take us to the bus that was already surrounded by a little crowd. In order not to draw attention to his hook, Killian had put back the prosthesis he was wearing when he had come to join me in New York all those years ago. He didn't seem to like being deprived of his hook that much, and was looking at his prosthesis in a suspicious way, as if it was about to jump at his throat and hurt him. It made me giggle once again, and I placed my hand on his lower back to ease him, as the touch of my fingers against his spine was managing to make him lose his grumpy look. My dad helped us to put our bags in the baggage compartment, and, just like that, we were ready to go.

As soon as he realized we were about to leave, Liam started to cry in big heartbreaking sobs, grabbing my leg to keep me close to him. I immediately took him into my arms with the sudden desire to take him with us in New York, because I couldn't stand seeing him so sad. But I also knew it was a very bad idea. It was our honey moon, the all point was for us to spend a few days alone together, and I had to leave my son with my parents, even if it was hard as hell. I then tried to comfort him as well as I could while his head was buried into the crook of my neck, myself feeling about to start sobbing with my little boy.

"It's going to be all right, baby, we'll only be gone for a few days, we'll come back before you know it, I promise. And you're going to stay with Grandma, Grandpa and Neal, you'll see, you're going to have a lot of fun..."

As he was still crying, Hook took him against him to try and ease him as well, but he didn't manage to calm our son's tears either. Liam grabbed his dad's shoulders as if he wanted to stop him from going, and was still uncontrollably sobbing. After a few minutes spent at trying to console him, without success, my dad ended up saying in a very gentle voice :

"Guys, the bus is going start off soon. You have to go, now..."

It only made our son sob even harder, and he cuddled a little bit deeper into Killian's arms. Deciding it was better not to extend the goodbyes, because it would only make things even worse and it was paining me as well to see our boy so sad, I forced myself to put a smile on my face and gently stroked Liam's cheek to say :

"We love you so, so much, Liam, but we have to go, now. I promise you we'll be back soon."

I then turned back to my family to take them all into my arms. My mom had taken Liam back against her, and he was looking at us, his beautiful eyes filled in with such sadness we could have throught we were the worst parents in the world and we had just betrayed him grandly. Still trying to swallow the lump that had formed into my throat in order not to start sobbing, I faced Henry and hugged him tight against my chest.

"Have fun." My son said with a big grin on his face as I was affectionately rubbing his back.

"Thanks kid." I sighted, pulling away from him to smile back at him. "Be careful while we're gone, okay?" I added as Hook was approaching Henry to briefly embrace him as well.

"Be safe, lad. And take good care of your brother for us,all right?" Killian said, pulling away from the hug and putting his hand on the small of my back to gently comfort me as he exactly knew how bad I was feeling.

"No problem, you know me." My son answered with a confident wink that made me smile a little bit.

I embraced him once again as a quiet thank you, and leaned forward to press one last kiss on Liam's forehead, Killian doing the same right after me. Kowing that if we didn't go now, things would get even more complicated, I turned back and walked into the bus, followed by Killian, who had intertwined his fingers with mine and was caressing my skin to try and reassure me a bit.

The places my parents had booked were in the middle of the bus. Hook settled next to the window, and I leaned to wave at my family one last time. I looked at Liam, who was still crying in my mom's arms as she was stroking his back to console him, and felt a little pinch of guilt just underneath my heart. Seeing my baby boy so sad was absolutely heartbreaking, and I would have done anything for him to feel better.

"Do you think he'll be all right? It's the first time we're leaving him for so long, I'm scared something will go wrong..." I asked, biting my lower lip and forcing myself to smile through the window in order not to worry Liam even more.

"Aw, darling, I'm anxious too." Killian gently said, wrapping his left arm around my shoulder to pull me closer to him and pressing a tender kiss on my temple. "But we don't have to worry. Liam will be absolutely fine. He couldn't be in better hands."

I nodded, knowing that he was right, and sighted to try and pull myself together. And only a few seconds later, the bus' doors closed, announcing the departure. Killian pulled me even closer to him, trying to comfort me, and I cuddled against his chest to enjoy his familiar touch, finally feeling a bit more relaxed. The bus started off a little while later, and I writhed to watch my family disappearing by the window. When they were out of sight, I turned back to Killian and smiled at him, even if I was still saddened by our baby boy's reaction. But I had to stop worrying. Liam was with my parents, nothing bad could happen to him, and if there was the slightest problem, I knew my mom would call me without even thinking twice about it. And it was our honey moon. We would only live this once, and we had to enjoy it.

"Ready for the big adventure?" Hook whispered to my ear.

I couldn't help but chuckle seeing his overexcited look, and I looked up to him to say, a bit teasingly, what made him laugh out loud :

"I've never been this ready in my entire life."

The bus was driving for several hours already, and we were half way to New York. Cuddled against Killian's chest, who had his left arm still wrapped around me, I had taken my shoes off to bend my legs underneath me and get more comfortable. One of my hand placed on my stomach, I was feeling the baby moving like a little devil, as if it was eager to finally arrive as well. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up a bit – I had ended up falling asleep, Killian's chest as a pillow, and I had stayed in that position for a couple of hours. I looked up to Hook, but he didn't seem to notice I was awake. Staring at the road scrolling underneath the bus' wheels, he was wearing my earbuds and was listening to my walkman, looking like he was lost in another world. He knew how the device worked, he was living in this world for quite a while now, but he had never had the time to use it for more than a few minutes in a row given all the issues we always had to deal with in our town, and it seemed to fascinate him. We had listened to a few songs together, what had allowed me to show him several of my favorites that were making me think about our story, but I had ended up leaving him the device to get some rest. A ray of sun was coming through the window and enlightening his side, making him even more handsome than usual. I didn't know which song he was listening to, but I could guess it was a special one, because I was hearing his heart beating faster than usual through his t-shirt.

I didn't want to bother him as he was looking so focused, and I looked down at my hands, still a bit amazed to see a wedding band shinning on it. The engagement ring Killian had given me two years ago was at my left hand, while I was wearing the golden wedding band representing our union at my right ring finger. We had decided to ignore the tradition, as he didn't have a left hand anymore and I wanted us to wear the ring at the same hand, as a symbol of the unbreakable bound we were sharing. A thought suddenly made its way through my mind, and I moved to quietly warn Killian I was awake and be able to talk to him. He however didn't seem to notice my subtle intervention, too far gone in his thoughts. I had an idea that made me smile, and I carefully took one of the earbuds out of his ear to whisper :

"Mister Jones."

He startled and turned back to look at me with a confused expression on his face, and I couldn't help myself but laugh out loud at his reaction. He winced as an answer, and took away the headphones, showing me by this gesture he was ready to listen to what I had to say. His prosthesis started to gently stroke my side as he was asking, the surprise gone :

"Are you awake for a long time?"

"Just a couple of minutes." I said, still laughing as I was unable to regain seriousness. "If only you had seen your face..."

"Stop mocking me!" He protested in a falsely upset tone.

I giggled and approached him to press a little peck on his lips as he was holding me close to him, kissing me a second time to extend our embrace. He ended up smiling as well, placing his forehead against my own for a few seconds, and his right hand gently landed on my baby bump as he was asking :

"Did the baby wake you up? It seemed to be moving a lot."

"It is. But I'm used to it by now, and I guess it means it's in good shape, so it's a good sign. I dondt' mind it. But I think the little one is eager to arrive as well." I shrugged with a little smile.

Suddenly feeling like someone was watching us, I turned my head to meet the eyes of a sixty-year-old woman, who was looking at us with a tenderized smile on her lips from the other side of the row. It was true that someone from the outside who didn't know our story and everyhting we had been through together, who didn't know we were literally true loves and who had no idea we were behaving like this every day could be amazed by how close we were. I smiled at her, but she looked away, blushing, as if she had been busted doing something she shouldn't have. I wanted to make her understand everything was okay, but I didn't have the time to extend the quiet dialogue I was sharing with her because Killian's voice brought me back to reality :

"You wanted to tell me something, beautiful?"

"Yeah." I said, turning to look at him with a little grin. "I've thought about it, and I think I won't take your last name. Emma Jones. It sounds a bit weird to me, you know? I think I'll take Emma Swan-Jones, though."

"As you wish, my darling" He said with half a smile. "Our kids are wearing both our names anyway, so you can do whatever you want. And can you imagine if I couldn't call you Swan anymore?" He added with a playful smirk.

"It would make everything different indeed." I laughed at his comment, before asking : "What were you listening to when I interrupted you? You were looking pretty moved."

He grabbed the walkman that was laying on his lap, and handed it to me to show me the title written in small letters on the white screen. In a voice that was a bit shaky because of the emotion, he stated :

"The lyrics made me think about us. It was a bit strange. But very beautiful."

A bit intrigued by his words, I looked down to read what was shinning on the little screen, and smiled when I discovered the title of the mysterious song, feeling tears forming in my eyes, because he was so damn right : The words- Chistina Perri.

This story in which two lovers weren't able to tell the other how they were feeling because they were scared of getting hurt again. They were afraid of getting heartbroken, and of everything changing. Those fears I had myself experienced all those years ago. But telling Killian what I was feeling for him was probably the best decision I had ever taken in my life, and I was so happy to now share my life with this wonderful, amazing, caring man. I then looked up to meet his gaze, and stated in a low voice, really moved by our conversation.

"You know, babe, I'm not scared anymore." I said, looking straight into his eyes. "I love you."

He leaned forward to kiss me, first on my lips, then on the top of my head and he pulled me so close to him I could hear his heart beating at a breakneck speed in his chest. I could sense he was deeply touched by my statement, and his eyes were sparkling in such a beautiful way I wanted to start kissing him breathlessly, right there in the middle of the bus.

"I know it, now." He finally answered, hugging me very tight. "I love you so much too, my love."

We spent the remaining part of the journey cuddled against one another.

The journey lasted for seven hours, and we arrived in New York in the middle of the afternoon. I was pretty happy to be able to get out of the bus and stretch my legs, the few pauses we had taken being way too short to me. I was still pretty tired, but so glad to be there I forgot everything about my exhaustion as soon as I stepped out of the vehicle. The sun was shinning in the sky of the Big Apple, and when we got into the street, the characteristics noises and smells of the greatest city in the world completely filled me up, dragging me in its such peculiar atmosphere. The car horns, the screams of the people calling after one another, the streets vendors yelling to draw the walkers' attention, the smells of food and pollution, the people rushing into each other because they were all in a hurry. I glanced at Killian to see how he was handling all of this : he had come to New York before, sure, but I wanted to make sure he was okay with this atmosphere so different from Storybrooke's. He smiled at me, took my hand, and whispered to my ear :

"I had almost forgotten how noisy this city was."

I smiled back at him, relieved to see he was taking the change well, and keeping his hand in mine, we walked to go and get our bags back. Ten minutes later, we found ourselves utterly lost in the middle of a crowded street, him carrying a bag on his shoulder, me dragging a suitcase behind me while trying to avoid the people almost rushing me on their way.

"Your parents said the hotel wasn't far away from the bus stop." Killian mumbled, looking all around him to try and find the right way to the hotel. "This is insane, I've been piloting a ship for dozens of years, I should be able to know where we are in this bloody city."

"Yeah, except that not being far, in this bloody city as you say, it is very vague." I answered with one of my eyebrow raised, somewhat amused by his comment.

One of my hand raised to protect my eyes from the sun, I spinned on myself to try and at least know in which street we actually were. The trip was starting well if we were already lost. After another minute, Hook poked my shoulder to draw my attention, and asked :

"There is a big building right there. Do you think it can be our hotel?"

I shrugged, deciding we weren't risking anything by taking a look at it, and we crossed the road to find ourselves facing what seemed like a huge luxury hotel. I looked up to read the name of the building, and stayed speechless before what I was seeing. It was hard to believe, but we were actually supposed to sleep in there.

"Do you think your parents have gone insane?" Killian asked in awe, his eyes raised toward the top of the building that seemed to be touching the sky.

"I really don't know, but if I'm sure of one thing, it's that I've never approached something this luxurious in my entire life." I stated, my eyes widened in surprise.

"We're going to look so awkward in there." He relevantly said.

"It can be fun." I answered with a smile, and he let go of a chuckle at my words.

I grabbed Killian's hand to take him with me as the doorman was opening the door for us so we could go in. Inside, the floor was marbled and the ceiling was so high it was making me dizzy. We approached the reception a bit shyly, where a young woman told us our room was on the third floor. Still carrying our bags, we walked into the elevator to discover where we were going to sleep, quietly laughing because all of this was definitely way too much for us.

The room was more spacious and welcoming than my apartment had ever been back when I was leaving in Boston. We took the time to call my parents and tell them we were arrived at the hotel, and we talked a little bit with Liam, who seemed to have calmed down since we had gone and was looking like he was having a lot of fun with Neal. After the phone call, I changed myself to swap my shirt for a light tunic more appropriate for the hot weather that was reigning over the place. I sighted in happiness, eager to finally show everything I knew about this marvelous city to the man I loved.

As I was leaning to take my sunglasses in my bag, I felt Killian wrapping his arms around my waist, and I turned to look at him in a questioning expression. He didn't say anything, and started to kiss me passionately, as I was moaning against his mouth. I didn't try to resist, happy to feel his body against mine again, but when I found myself sitting on the bed as he was attacking my neck, I kindly pulled away with a smile to say, while his fingers were stroking my back and giving me the shiver :

"Easy, tiger. We'll have all the time in the world for that tonight, but it would be a pity to miss such a beautiful afternoon, don't you think?"

He stared at me in a vaguely disappointed way, and I pulled him closer to press another kiss on his lips and made him smile again. And then, without waiting any longer, I got off the bed and dragged him behind me to make him get out of the room, ignoring his confused expression and so excited about this trip that was definitely starting very well.

See you monday for another part about the honey moon! :)