The fourth morning passed as the others had with playful banter being exchanged between them as breakfast was made and eaten. As Emma headed towards the bathroom to take a shower, she reminded him that the lunch date she had planned with Mary Margaret was this afternoon. She cleaned herself up, put her makeup on and said a 'goodbye' over her shoulder to Killian before heading out the door.

Sitting across from her best friend at a quaint little cafe in the city, she sipped slowly on her iced tea, letting it cool her from the warm summer heat. "So, how's David and the baby?"

"They're doing good. I think David is just as tired as me because he insists on taking the 3am feedings, so I can get enough rest at night." Mary Margaret chuckled as she shook her head. "A baby changes everything. Keep that in mind whenever you decide to have one." She took a sip of her water before a bright smile came to her lips. "But I wouldn't trade Oliver for the world, even if we weren't planning to have him just yet."

Emma smiled back at her. "It takes having a real relationship to even have a baby. You don't have to worry about me just yet."

"You mean to tell me, there is no spark between you and your husband?" She asked with a giggle.

Emma rolled her eyes at her question, but couldn't manage to keep a small hint of color from rising to her cheeks. "Aren't you just hilarious? You know I'm only in this for the money, not a life partner."

"Emma Swan, are you blushing?"

She cursed herself silently. She had been doing too much of that lately because of Killian Jones, and now it was becoming noticeable to other people. "No. I do not blush over men."

"I think you are over this one," Mary Margaret said with a bright smile. "Do you actually like him?"

"No, I do not like him. He's just very attractive is all. Even someone with poor eyesight could see that." She picked up her glass and took another sip, turning her head, willing the blush to go away.

Mary Margaret leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "Somehow, I don't believe you."

"Can we not talk about this anymore? I'm better at being single, and you of all people know that," she said before she let out a small breath of air. "I'm not cut out for relationships like you and David."

"Sometimes all it takes is the right person to come along and change that." She reached across the table and took her hand, squeezing gently. "Be honest with me, do you have some sort of feelings for Killian?"

"Maybe? I don't know," she said with a sigh and a shrug. "Sometimes, I feel things when I talk to him that I've never felt with anyone else. I think we just understand each other is all." She pulled her hand out of her friend's grasp and leaned back in her chair again. "Besides, I doubt he feels anything for me."

"You couldn't possibly know that unless you talked to him."

"Too bad that's never going to happen." A second later, their server placed their food in front of them. They said their thanks to her before Emma picked up her sandwich and took a bite of it.

Mary Margaret sighed as she started eating her food, and Emma knew she what she was thinking. That she was too stubborn to let any man into her life again. But after what happened with Neal, it just seemed better to do things on her own. Men were nothing but trouble with a capital T in her book. Especially men like Killian Jones.

"I don't want you to spend your whole life alone, Emma. I'm only trying to look out for you."

She smiled softly at her as she nodded her head. "I know. But I can handle myself. I'm a big girl." Mary Margaret chuckled causing Emma's smile to grow. "Now, onto more pressing matters. How am I going to top Killian's ice skating date?"

When Emma arrived back home a few hours after saying her goodbyes to Mary Margaret, she walked into an empty apartment. Killian must have still been with his friends from work. She set her purse down and toed off her shoes before she made her way into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets as she tossed around ideas for another date with Killian. Mary Margaret had suggested a picnic. It was simple, yet sweet in a way because you put the effort into preparing everything yourself. Emma thought perhaps dinner out and a movie afterwards. This, of course, caused her friend to tease her about just wanting an excuse to kiss Killian in the darkness of the theater. (She wouldn't admit to Mary Margaret that the thought had jumped in her head faster than she could contain it.)

She sighed as she closed the cabinet she was currently looking through. Surely deciding on a date wasn't this hard. They weren't even really married for God's sake. "Maybe I should keep it simple. Do dinner and a movie," she said to herself as she walked into the living room and dropped onto the couch. She curled up into a ball and within five minutes she was sound asleep.

That's where Killian found her about an hour later when he got back to the apartment. He smiled as he walked over to the couch and reached out to run his fingers through her hair, brushing against her forehead in the process. He pulled his hand back instantly when he felt how warm she was.

She stirred from his touch, and her eyes blinked a few times before settling on him. "Hey, when did you get home?" she asked before an unexpected shiver ran through her body. "God, it's freezing in here."

"I got home just now, and I'm pretty sure you have a fever." He presses his hand to her forehead again. "Yeah, you definitely feel warm."

She shivered again and met his eyes. "Could you get me a blanket?" As he walked away, she continued to talk to him. "I can't be sick. It was my turn to plan a date for us. And it has to be better than yours was."

He walked back over to her with a smirk on his face. "It'll be too hard for you to top my date, love. And we still have a couple more days anyway, you have plenty of time to try." He draped the blanket over her body. "For now, you're not going to do anything or go anywhere until you feel one hundred percent better."

"I feel fine," she said as she tried to sit up, instantly regretting that decision when she fell back against the couch with her head spinning. "Okay, maybe not," she groaned.

"Do you want me to help you to bed?" he asked with concern lacing his tone. When she nodded her head, he reached down and picked her up bridal style.

Her arms clung to his neck the instant he lifted her. "Please don't drop me."

"Have some faith in me, Emma," he said as he carried her back to their bedroom. "I used to work at a bar when I was young, I've carried kegs heavier than you." He laid her down in the bed and covered her again with blankets. "Would you like me to make you some soup?"

The thought of eating instantly made her stomach turn and she shook her head. "Could you just stay with me?"

"Of course." He took of his shoes before he climbed onto the other side of the bed, and the moment he was situated, he pulled Emma close to him, so she could curl up and lay her head on his chest.

"Aren't you going to get sick if I'm this close to you?" she sniffled as she spoke, her nose beginning to stuff up.

His hand began to move up and down her back in a slow motion. "I don't get sick that easy. I think I'll be okay. Just get some rest, Emma." She hummed out a response as she fell back to sleep quickly from his attention.

A few hours later, Emma was shaken out of her slumber. She blinked a few times, adjusting her eyesight. "Killian?"

She heard a soft chuckle before his face came into focus. "Of course it's me, love. Who else would be here?" She grunted in response, silently telling him that his obvious sarcasm was unnecessary. "I made you some chicken broth if you feel up to eating something. My mom always said that soup and crackers is the best thing for you when you're sick."

"That sounds good," she said as she sat up in the bed. She placed her hand over her forehead, attempting to keep the room from spinning. Apparently, her head was still a little fuzzy from the sickness. "Woah, head rush."

"Okay, you stay right here, and I'll bring the soup to you." He helped lay her back against the pillows in an upright position and then walked out of the room.

Her head flopped slightly back against the pillows as she groaned softly. This sucks! I was supposed to surprise him with a great date. Not get sick. She breathed in deeply through her mouth since her nose seemed to be out of commission for the time being. I will just have to do something better than a picnic or movie tomorrow.

A moment later, Killian came back carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a small pile of saltine crackers. "Your dinner, mi'lady."

She giggled and failed in her best attempt at curtsy while she laid there. "Why thank you, my good sir." He placed the tray across her lap. "You mean you're not going to feed it to me?"

His eyes snapped to hers instantly. "Do you want me to?"

"No," she grinned at his expression. "I just wanted to see if I could get a reaction out of you."

"Of course you did. How are you feeling?" he asked as she lifted a spoonful of broth to her mouth.

"Still a little tired," she answered after she swallowed. "I'll probably just go back to sleep after I eat."

"Okay, well I will be right in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess I made. Just yell if you need anything."

Then he was gone again, leaving Emma to eat and think in silence about where she would take Killian tomorrow after she felt better. Clearly, after he had taken care of her, a simple picnic or movie date would not be enough to be impressive. She had to think of something that he would never forget. Fake or not, she wanted this date to be amazing.

Emma woke up first the next morning, and pulled out of Killian's arms. She climbed out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. She felt as good as new. All the sleep and the soup he had made for her must have really done the trick. She could breathe through her nose again, and when she pressed her hand to her forehead, she could tell her fever had broken in the middle of the night.

She stripped her clothes and started the shower before getting in. She was so excited for the date she planned, that she had completely showered within five minutes. She turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her body tightly before she walked back into the bedroom to wake Killian. She figured it was okay to tease a little bit and stay in the towel.

"Killian," she said as she shook his shoulder, earning a slight grunt from him. "Killian, wake up."

"What time is it?" he asked as he stretched his arms above his head, his eyes still closed.

"It's nearly 7. Now, get up."

His eyes opened and he rubbed the rest of the sleep away before looking up at her. He blinked a few times as he took in her attire. "Please tell me this isn't a dream."

"It's not a dream," she smirked as she spoke. "But you don't get to see anything other than this. Now, get up. We're going out."

"That's just plain cruel, love," he said as he sat up. "Where are we going so early in the morning, if I might ask?"

She grinned as she straightened back up. "That, my dear husband, is a surprise. Go take a shower, so we can leave."

"So bossy," he said before he climbed out of the bed and made his way into the bathroom.

The second the door closed behind him, Emma changed into her jean shorts and a tank top. Today was going to be full of thrills, and she couldn't wait to see Killian's reaction when he found out where she was taking them.

"Is there anything specific that I need to wear for this little outing?" his voice traveled through the closed door right before he turned on the water.

"Just make sure you wear something comfortable to walk in for long period of time," she grinned, knowing that gave nothing away.

When she was dressed, she walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen to pack them a couple snacks for the day because she knew from the very few times she got to go as a child that prices in theme parks were outrageous. She placed a couple bags of chips and two bottles of water in a backpack, along with sunscreen, tylenol, and their wallets. "There, that should do it," she said to herself as put the bag by the door.

"You're totally getting me back for not telling you when I was taking you ice skating," he said coming up behind her causing her to jump, "aren't you?"

"Maybe." She turned to grin up at him and brush a strand of wet hair from his forehead. "I'm just going to put my hair up and we can go." She walked past him and back to the bathroom, pulling all her blonde hair off her neck and into a white elastic tie.

She walked back to the living room a moment later to find Killian leaning against the door with the bag slung over his shoulder. "So are we going on a hike or something? That's what it looks like we're dressed and packed for."

"You might as well stop guessing. You'll never figure it out," she grinned as she spoke.

"Someone is really proud of herself."

She shrugged as her grin grew even more. "I'm just really excited. Now let's go!" Emma reached out and took his hand, pulling from the door and out of the apartment.

"We have been driving for over an hour. Where the bloody hell are you taking me?" he questioned, getting antsy from the car ride.

"We're almost there, I promise. And you're going to love it, so calm down."

Sure enough, within ten minutes, they were passing the first signs for Six Flags New England in Agawam, Massachusetts. "A theme park?" he asked fast with growing excitement. "You brought me to a theme park?"

She giggled softly as his head whipped around again and again. "Yes, I did. I told you it was a good surprise. Have some faith in your wife."

Emma pulled the car through the front gate and paid for their parking, much to Killian's arguing, claiming that this was her date to treat him to. As soon as they were parked, Killian got out of the car and was practically bouncing with excitement while they walked to the tram that would take them to the entrance of the park.

"I don't think I've been to a theme park since I was a teenager. And that was Thorpe Park in the UK."

"Then I guess I really did make a good choice, since I haven't been to a theme park since I was a child and one of my foster families took me," she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the tram. She noticed the small jump of her heart when she touched him, and she mentally cursed Mary Margaret for making her think about her feelings for Killian.

After a five minute ride to the park's entrance and then a ten minute wait in the line to get their tickets (coming early apparently had it's perks), they walked through the front gate. Killian's face lit up like a child's. "This place is amazing. I can already see roller coasters!" he said excitedly. "Would you want to ride that first?"

"We can do whatever you want today." She laughed as he immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the first thrill ride he saw.

As they made their way from ride to ride, Killian's enthusiasm never diminished. Emma could not help but grin as she watched his childlike happiness. She knew she had done a good job planning this date. It was much better than the original ideas that she had, since she got to see him smiling like that.

The further they got into their day though, her stomach began to growl. Loudly, in fact. "Hey, Killian, would you want to grab some lunch? Or just stop and have a quick snack? I have to eat something. I'm really getting hungry."

"Then let's get some lunch. We can save the snacks for later if we just have the munchies," he said as he stopped to look at the park map. "What are you in the mood for?"

"It doesn't really matter."

"Then, let's go right here." He pointed to a restaurant on the map called The Works. "It's pretty close to where we are, and looks like they have a pretty good variety."

She nodded her head and started to follow him as he walked towards the food that was practically calling to her now. After they stood in line, for what felt like forever, they ordered their lunch. Chicken fingers and fries for Killian and a slice of pizza and onion rings for Emma. They decided to share a soda to make the meal less expensive and took their food to a table.

"Oh, thank god," Emma said as she took the first bite of her food. "This is delicious. It doesn't get much better than theme park pizza."

Killian chuckled as he ate some of his own food. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"So, what's the next stop on our list after we eat?"

He shoved a fry in his mouth before he answered her with a slightly muffled, "I was thinking the Mind Eraser."

"Maybe we should go watch a show and let our stomachs settle after eating all this food. There's a theater we passed back in the Rockville area," she said as she ate another bite.

"That's probably smart." He grinned at her lightly. "That was very good wife advice."

She chuckled and shrugged. "I have to try, right? We can't let our audience down," she says gesturing to the camera that was to their right.

"Indeed."

They finished the rest of their meal and then headed to the theater. The next show wasn't for a few minutes, so they waited in line until an employee opened the doors to allow the next group of people to enter the theatre.

"A magic show?" he asked as they took their seats.

"What?" She turned her head to face him. "You don't like magic?"

"It's fake. Magicians are just illusionists."

"Someone is a cynic," she said with tiny smirk. "Not all magic is fake. You just have to know where to look for it."

He raised his eyebrow at her slightly suggestive tone, but before he could question her on it. the curtains came up and the show began.

Good job, Emma. What are you trying to do? Flirt with him? Emma thought as she kept her eyes on the stage. Get a hold of yourself.

By the time the show was over, Killian must have forgotten all about what she had said because he was taking her hand and leading her from the theater and off to the next ride.

When the sun started to set, they had ridden all the rides that Killian had wanted to and few smaller ones Emma had suggested. "You know, the fireworks start when the sun goes down."

Killian looked down at her after she had spoken. "Is that so? I'm betting you want to see the show?"

"Well, yes. I love fireworks."

"Okay, then. Let's go find us a spot. We can eat our snacks while we wait," he suggested as they walked down the main street of the park.

"There's a good spot," she said pointing a little ways in front of them. We'll have clear view of the sky right there."

They got to the spot and sat down on the ground. Killian smirked and pulled her back against his chest. "There, you have me to lean against."

"And why couldn't I have just sat like a normal person."

"Because we're supposed to be a married couple and this is something a husband would do for his wife." His arms weaved around her middle as he spoke. "So, just relax and enjoy it."

"Fine," she said and relaxed in his hold. If she would ever have the guts to admit it, she might tell him that she liked his arms around her. Like how they woke up in the morning. But she wasn't going to be the one to make a move. If he didn't feel the same, and he was just doing this for the cameras, then she would save herself the embarrassment.

But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it for the rest of the time they were "married". She reached for the backpack and pulled out their bags of chips and waters. She opened one of the bags and held a chip to Killian's mouth. "Here you go, husband."

He laughed as he took the chip between his teeth. "Thank you, wife."

They continued eating that way, Emma feeding him a chip in between each of her own bites, as the sun set below the buildings of Main Street.

She pat his leg lightly as the first firework was set off. "It's starting," she said excitedly.

As they sat there together on the ground watching the display of colors burst across the night sky, Emma couldn't help but think about what Mary Margaret talked about the day before at lunch. About her wanting to kiss Killian. Maybe it was the atmosphere that was making her think about it; fireworks could be quite romantic.

She turned her head slightly to look at him. His eyes were completely focused on the show. She could give the audience something to really flip out over, and she bit her lip as she thought it over a moment. "Oh, screw it," she said before pulling out of his arms and turning to face him. She gripped his shirt collar and pulled him towards her until their lips met in an intense kiss. Her lips molded to his as his hand came up and cupped the back of her neck. He was kissing her just as eagerly, and she lost herself in the feel of his lips on hers.

She pulled back after a few moments and met his eyes again. "Yeah, the audience will definitely like that," she said softly, her heart beating hard in her chest.

"Not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy that, but what was that for?" he asked slightly breathless.

She released his shirt as she settled back on the ground to watch the show again. "That was for the cameras. I thought the audience might enjoy something a bit on the romantic side."

"Well, I'm not complaining. That was-"

"A one-time thing," she said, effectively cutting him off. That probably shouldn't happen again because after this week, they back to their normal lives. Away from each other.

"As you wish." His words came out soft. Like he was disappointed. But she wouldn't look back at his expression. That would completely crumble her resolve. She didn't need that to happen because she already knew she would never look at Killian the same way again.