Life contains two tragedies. One is not to get your heart's desire; the other is to get it ― Socrates
Emma had to spend the night in the hospital, since Whale wanted to know for sure that she was stabilized before she was discharged home.
They had talked a little more about the consequences of Emma's pregnancy.
Whale had suggested that if they inject her with magic more powerful than the baby's maybe she could survive childbirth.
This suggestion was immediately rejected by Rumpelstiltskin since all the evidences showed that there wasn't any magic more powerful than the one running through the baby's veins.
The baby's magic was not an ordinary magic; it was rare. It changed the most basic laws of magic. The child's magic would allow people to live not only forever but also to be immortal; it could heal people – save people. They should have realized that this kind of magic would come with a price.
Rumpelstiltskin also knew that his dark magic was useless. Light magic was more powerful than dark magic. It was like fire and water: you can use water to end a fire but you can't use fire to stop a flood.
Regina's light magic was also no match for the baby's magic, since she was not the product of true love.
Despite Emma's magical recovery her body was still weak and she eventually fell asleep. Killian on the other hand remained awake for the entire night. How could he sleep after knowing that Emma was doomed to die? He always thought that this baby was the product of true love … but now he knew it wasn't. How could it be if it was sentencing Emma to her death?
He spent the night sat in the armchair next to Emma's bed, watching her sleep, making sure that she was alive.
Before falling asleep Emma asked him not to tell her parents about her condition. He tried to protest but after looking at her pleading eyes he nodded.
When David and Mary Margaret entered in the room Emma was already sound asleep.
Mary Margaret started to throw questions at Killian. She wanted to know about Emma's condition. Killian looked at Mary Margaret's eyes and remembered Emma's request. The desperate look on Mary Margaret's face made his heart ache. He took a deep breath and assured Emma's mother that she was alright; that nothing was wrong. He could feel his mouth burning as soon as the words – the lies – left his mouth. Mary Margaret's embrace only made him feel worse for lying to her.
The sight of David caressing Emma's face made him feel guiltier than ever; it made him feel like a villain.
Killian started to feel like he was about to lose control of the situation. Things would only get worse not better. He was glad that Henry was not there. He didn't know if he would be able to lie to the boy.
The next morning Whale released Emma.
The way back home was one of the worst experiences of Killian's long life.
He was driving the yellow bug and mentally thanked David for all the driving lessons. Having a hook for a hand didn't make him the best driver but he tried his best to drive as safe as he could. The last thing they needed was another accident.
Killian felt like he was in a cage and the reason was not his bad driving.
They were driving in utter silence. Emma's head was resting against her window and Killian could see that she was lost in her own thoughts.
Ten minutes later they arrived home. As soon as Emma entered in their house the death silence ended.
"I want to see the surprise" – she said in a low voice.
"Swan, I don't think that's a good idea" – Killian immediately said, regretting the time he had spent turning the spare room into a nursery.
"I want to know what it is" – Emma insisted, climbing the stair, unconsciously moving towards the nursery. She saw the streaks of light coming from the spare room and approached the half opened door.
"Swan …" – Killian tried to say as she stepped into the nursery.
Emma's eyes widened as soon as she entered in the room. She could not believe in what her eyes were seeing. She couldn't have wished for a better surprise. It was perfect.
She looked around the room and noticed the light blue walls. She smiled as she remembered the moment she told Killian about the color of the walls. Of course he remembered her words – she thought.
The nursery was beautiful. She never had the chance to have one; she never had the chance to experience this with Henry and she was glad that now fate allowed her to have this special moment to remember.
She approached the white furniture and saw the baby clothes that Regina and her mother had offered them. She grabbed one of the baby clothes gently at the same time she tried to disguise the trembling in her hand. The baby sleepwear was white since Killian and her didn't know if the baby was a boy or a girl; on the center she could read: I love mommy.
A sob wrecked her body as she looked at those words. She bit her lower lip and blinked her eyes trying to hold back the tears that were forming at the corners of her eyes.
The words: Magic Rocks and Happy Ending were written in the other clothes.
She took her eyes from the baby clothes and turned her head to the left. She saw the mobile – her mobile – on the crib.
It felt like an eternity before she spoke:
"When I think about all the time that I thought that maybe it was too soon …" – she managed to say – "… like I couldn't be a mother, like I couldn't handle it"
"Love, this isn't your fault …" – Killian said softly – "You were just afraid …"
"I know, I know…" – Emma said, taking a deep breath before facing Killian – "But I … I can't do it"
Killian moved towards her immediately.
"Swan, the doctor –" – he tried to say.
"I know what he said" – she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment.
"If you have this baby you could die" – Killian insisted, trying to hide the trembling in his voice.
"It doesn't matter…" – Emma said so low that she didn't know if she had spoken at all – "I can't do it" – she said feeling her voice breaking. She left the room before Killian could open his mouth to speak.
Killian remained frozen in the middle of the nursery. After a few seconds he walked towards the nearest wall and punched it.
This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of his life and that room was supposed to be a place full of hope and possibility, not a reminder of what would never be.
Regina sat next to Robin on the couch, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted from her chest.
Robin was reading a magazine, more specifically a National Geographic magazine.
Regina rested her head on his shoulder.
"I called Emma" – she said – "She's fine. The baby saved her" – she explained, caressing Robin's arm – "Henry is on the phone with her right now"
"I'm glad she's fine" – Robin said, kissing the top of Regina's head – "Is she still in the hospital?"
"No, she's at home" – Regina said – "I was thinking that maybe Henry could spend one more night here. Emma must be exhausted" – she added – "And I'm pretty sure that the pirate didn't sleep the whole night so he must be even more tired than Emma"
"Probably" – Robin agreed, closing the magazine – "What do you think is going to happen next?" – he asked with concern.
"What do you mean?" – Regina asked, lifting her head a bit so she could look at him.
"Milah attacked Belle" – Robin started to explain – "Do you think that Rumpelstiltskin will –"
"I'll make sure that he doesn't do anything" – Regina interrupted him – "And if he didn't tell Belle about Milah already I'll tell her myself" – she continued to say – "She'll not let anything happen to Killian" – she added.
They remained in silence for a few minutes. Regina closed her eyes as Robin caressed her hair. She loved their quiet moments.
"One month" – Robin murmured.
Regina remained with her eyes closed and smiled, imagining herself walking down the aisle towards her true love – her happy ending.
"One month" – she repeated, feeling Robin's lips on her hair.
She took a deep breath as the smell of forest surrounded her. She was going to marry the man who smelled like forest … all she needed to do was wait one more month.
Killian was on the balcony of their bedroom. His elbows were propped against the white railing and his eyes were stuck on Emma's figure. She was sat near the water looking at the sea.
Killian could still hear Emma's words echoing in his mind: I can't do it.
The pain in her voice almost made him fall apart. How could this be happening?
He had already accepted his fate. He had already accepted that his life would forever be linked to Milah's, that there was nothing that they could do to change that but he couldn't accept Emma's fate. She couldn't die. He didn't accept that. She was supposed to have a long and happy life. She was supposed to see their children grow up. She was supposed to have a second chance to be a mother.
He closed his eyes trying to find a magical solution; a loophole; a way to save her life … but he found none. The only solution was ending the pregnancy.
When he opened his eyes Emma was no longer on the beach. He made his way towards the sliding door and entered in their room.
The sound of footsteps caught his attention. He followed the sound and saw the nursery door opened. He immediately saw Emma's back. She was in front of the crib, touching one of the little unicorns that were dangling from each spot of the mobile. Killian couldn't see her face but he knew that her bottom lip was trembling and that she was trying to keep herself together.
He hated seeing her like this. He would gladly cut his other hand if that meant the end of her suffering.
He needed to do something. They were a team. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't imagine his life without her. He didn't want to imagine his life without her. Whale and Rumpelstiltskin were right … there was only one solution, he said to himself as he walked towards her.
"Love…" – Killian breathed, wrapping his arms around her waist. Emma remained in silence as Killian kissed her hair – "We don't have to make this decision now, we can take a couple of days before we go back in" – he said softly, feeling his heart aching.
Emma's body tensed.
"For an abortion" – she said gruffly.
Killian closed his eyes trying to control his nerves. She hadn't changed her mind.
"That is not what Whale called it" – he said through gritted teeth, releasing Emma from his embrace and remembering Whale's speech about termination of pregnancy.
He ran his hand through his hair as he walked towards the other side of the room. He knew that this conversation wouldn't going to be easy but he had to do something. He couldn't lose her. He wouldn't.
"That's what it is Killian!" – Emma exclaimed, turning her body to him. Killian immediately saw the amount of sadness and pain that was plaguing her face – "And I'm not going to do it" – she added with a trembling voice.
Killian clenched his hand. He didn't know what to say to make her change her mind. He was feeling completely hopeless. He was afraid. He couldn't imagine his life without her. He wouldn't be able to live that life. He was afraid of the man he would become once Emma was gone. He was afraid of himself. He was not strong enough to take care of another human being alone.
Milah's words invaded his mind again: When the time comes you will be the one to want to crush the child's heart.
He was starting to believe in her words. He would become a monster without Emma. He was cursed.
He was not made to be a father. His child would hate him like he had hated his father. He was dooming his child to a life without a mother and with a bad father. He was dooming his child to the same life he once had.
"Swan …" – he tried to find the right words to say.
"I already made my decision, Killian" – Emma immediately said. She wouldn't let him change her mind. She was doing the right thing – "I'm giving our child his best chance" – she added, trying to make him understand her decision.
"No, Emma, you're not!" – Killian said, running a frustrated hand across his face – "Stop being selfish!" – he yelled, feeling desperate.
"Excuse me? I'm being selfish?" – Emma was taken aback by Killian's words. She felt her heart drop inside her chest at the way Killian pronounced her name instead of the usual term of endearment.
"Yes, yes you are! You're always saying that we're a team and now …" – Killian said unable to disguise his emotions – "… now you're deciding this alone. You're deciding to leave me…" – he could hear his own voice breaking – "… to leave Henry"
Emma felt her eyes watering and her body starting to tremble.
She didn't want to leave them. Why couldn't he understand that?
"Killian, you have to under –" – she tried to say, feeling her bottom lip trembling.
"No, don't!" – Killian exclaimed, raising his arm – "You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, I'll be the bad guy, I'll be the villain, Emma" – he said harshly – "If continuing with this pregnancy means I lose you then we end it"
"It's not an it!" – Emma said walking towards him, doing her best to fight back the tears – "It's our baby. It's Liam" – she added, smiling.
"Liam is dead, Emma!" – Killian said taking a step back, avoiding Emma's touch – "And I'm not going to let that happen to you too" – he insisted.
"So you get to decide whether I should live or die but when it comes to decide about your life I'm supposed to sit down on the couch and do nothing?" – she shouted back, remembering all the times that Killian tried to dissuade her from searching a way to unlink him from Milah.
"It's different and you know it" – he said glaring at Emma – "There isn't any unlinking spell. There's nothing you can do about it"
Emma closed her eyes for a second before moving towards him.
"Killian, you heard his heartbeat …" – Emma softly said, grabbing his arms – "You saw his tiny fingers and –" – she tried to explain.
"Emma, stop it…" – Killian murmured. He closed his eyes, trying not to get affected by Emma's words.
"No, I'm not going to stop and I want you to think about it, okay?" – she pleaded, making Killian open his eyes. The sight of Emma's sad eyes was like a knife through his heart – "Please, Killian"
"Love … we can find another way … we can adopt" – he said tenderly, touching her face with his good hand, trying to diminish Emma's pain – "We can be different from your foster families. We can give him or her a chance to be happy; a chance to have a family" – he added, forcing a smile – "I promise you that this child will never feel abandoned or unloved"
Emma touched Killian's hand and smiled. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks. Killian's words made her love him even more. She rested her forehead against his and tried to control her breathing.
"I know, I know and I love you for that but … this little life inside of me it's a part of you and a part of me" – Emma said, moving her head so she could look at him – "I want him to have your deep blue eyes and your dark hair and –" – she tried to explain, remembering her dreams about the baby.
"I don't need her to look like me. I don't care about that" – Killian interrupted her, gritting his teeth together in frustration – "I care about this child growing up without a mother" – he said looking right into Emma's eyes as he removed his hand from her face – "Look what it did to you"
Killian's last words were like a punch in her stomach, hitting her so hard she thought she would crumble. Emma remained in silence for a few seconds, unable to speak.
Killian knew that using that card would open old scars. He hated himself for being the cause of Emma's suffering but this was his last chance to convince her to stop her suicide. He had to do it.
"You're really trying to guilt me into this" – Emma finally said, regaining her voice.
"Aye" – Killian said without batting an eye – "And that's exactly what I'm going to do if in the end it keeps you alive" – he added before leaving the room.
Emma stood in silence, feeling the tears running down her cheeks. She could hear Killian slamming the front door, leaving her alone at home.
She approached the crib and took a deep breath trying to control her nerves. She looked at the stuffed cygnet in the crib and saw the little box next to it.
Killian was at the docks. He needed some fresh air. He had lashed out and now Emma's sad face kept haunting him as he tried to control his nerves. He knew he had hurt her and that she probably wouldn't forgive him for saying those words to her but he didn't care. She could hate him all she wanted to if that meant that she would be alive. Better to have a broken heart than to be dead, right?
He was pacing when a shadow caught his attention. Before Milah could say a word Killian had her up against the wall of the boat house, his hook pointed straight at her throat.
"You knew!" – he growled, looking directly at Milah's eyes. The woman remained calm, staring at Killian – "That's why you said that I would …" – his voice broke as he remembered her words about his child.
"Yes" – Milah simply said – "The sacrifice will release you from the spell you're under. It will let you see things clearly" – she added.
Killian shook his head, trying not to be affected by Milah's words. He couldn't let himself succumb to her words – her predictions.
"I'm going to kill you" – he said hoarsely, his face only a few inches from hers.
Milah smiled.
"Killing me doesn't change the fact that she will die" – she said, making Killian clench his jaw. His arm started to tremble – "So in my perspective if you kill me I die, you die and the world gains another orphan. Does that sound like a good plan to you?" – she mocked.
Killian tensed as a memory invaded his mind:
You don't want to abandon him the way you were abandoned – he said as Emma and he climbed the beanstalk.
Was I? – Emma asked.
I spent many years in Neverland – home of the Lost Boys. They all share the same look in their eyes… The look you get when you've been left alone – he said.
Yeah, well, my world ain't Neverland – Emma retorted.
But an orphan's an orphan – he stated.
His child would be an orphan. It would be alone like Emma and he had been during almost all their lives. He felt his heart aching. He couldn't let that happen. This child didn't deserve that. This child deserved to be loved; to have a family.
"Fulfilling the prophecy is the only good plan – the only plan, Killian" – Milah's voice interrupted his thoughts – "We'll have eternity … you'll have all the time in the world to forget this town and these people. Soon this life of yours will be erased from your mind. Your actions before the prophecy won't matter" – she explained.
She was trying to convince him to join her in her twisted plan but her words were having the opposite effect. Her words were only increasing his desire to protect his child.
"Sometimes you have to crush a heart so yours can beat forever" – she said with a mischievous smile before disappearing in a dark smoke.
He didn't need forever or immortality. He wanted to grow old with Emma by his side. He wanted to see their children grow up. He wanted to tell them about their adventures and travel between realms with them by his side.
He didn't want to crush a heart, he wanted to protect two.
Emma was on the couch looking at the small box in her hands. He was going to propose.
Surprisingly the image of Killian asking her the big question didn't make her feel nervous, it made her smile.
She remembered the time Walsh had asked her to marry him. She had panicked; she had ran; she had felt like she was in a cage. This time it was different. This time she was calm. This time she was in love. This time she was ready.
She wanted to open the box and see the ring but somehow she forced her hand to stop moving. She had already deprived him of a dashing proposal. She wouldn't going to open that box without him.
The sound of someone knocking on the door interrupted her thoughts.
Emma hid the box inside the pocket of her jacket and walked towards the door.
"Robin" – Emma said as soon as she opened the door.
"Hi!" – Robin said, smiling at her – "I'm happy to see that you're alright"
Emma smiled, hand coming out to guide him to inside the house.
"Did something happen? Is Henry okay?" – she asked, closing the door – "Is Killian okay?" – she added, starting to get anxious.
"No, nothing happened" – Robin said, trying to calm Emma – "Regina made her special lasagna" – he explained. Emma looked at Robin's hands and noticed the container that he was holding – "She's helping Henry with a school project so she sent me here instead" – he added, extending the container to Emma.
"Thanks" – she smiled, grabbing the container.
Emma made her way to the kitchen and put the lasagna on the counter.
"So, where's Killian?" – Robin asked, following her.
Emma bit her bottom lip and Robin realized that something was wrong. Killian would never leave Emma alone after all that happened.
"I don't know" – Emma sighed – "We had a little disagreement" – she explained, remembering their fight.
"Do you want to talk about it?" – Robin asked softly, meeting Emma's eyes.
She looked at him, trying to decide what to do. Maybe she should accept his offer. She didn't have much experience in sharing feelings with people but Robin's question sound sincere. She knew she could trust him.
"Yeah" – she murmured after a few seconds of silence – "Couch?" – she asked.
"Couch" – Robin repeated.
They made their way to the living room and sat on the couch.
"I'm not going to ask you to keep this from Regina …" – Emma started to say – "But please don't tell my parents and Henry. I don't want them to worry" – she said, trying to hide the trembling in her voice.
"Now you're worrying me" – Robin said, noticing the worried look on Emma's face. He remembered his conversation with Regina: What do you think is going to happen next – "I thought that everything was fine. Regina said that the baby saved you" – he said, trying to understand what was making Emma anxious.
"He did" – Emma said with a small smile, feeling her eyes watering – "Do you remember when I told the whole family that I was pregnant and Rumpelstiltskin showed up and explained the undying spell?" – she explained, feeling her whole body trembling – "He also said that the prophecy required a sacrifice" – she swallowed.
"The baby will die if the heart leaves its body" – Robin spoke. He remembered reading some pages about the prophecy since Regina had been doing some research about it.
"No …" – Emma said so low that she wasn't sure she had spoken at all – "I mean … that part is true but that is not the sacrifice" – her voice stronger – "The baby's magic … it's too strong … Whale said that there's a very good chance that I'll die during childbirth"
"What?" – Robin breathed, trying to process Emma's words – "There must be something that we can do to prevent that, right? Regina has magic and –"
"It won't work" – Emma said, shaking her head – "Whale said that the only solution is to end this pregnancy but I can't do it … I can't…" – her voice broke on can't as she felt the tears rolling down her cheek – "And he doesn't understand that. Why can't he just understand?" – Emma said, regaining her voice.
I have yet to see you fail – she remembered Killian's words when they were in Neverland.
You're the Savior, Swan. You can do it – she remembered Killian's words when they traveled through time.
"He's the one who never gives up" – she continued to say – "He's the one who always believes and –"
"He's scared" – Robin interrupted her, grabbing Emma's trembling hands – "Did he ever tell you about the time that you were gone after you became the Dark One?" – he asked softly. Emma remained in silence with a confuse look on her face – "He went off the rails" – he explained.
"What about Operation The Three Musketeers?" – she asked, cleaning some tears from her face.
Henry used to talk about that sometimes and Regina even joked about the code name so Emma always assumed that they had shared some good moments together; she always assumed that Operation The Three Musketeers meant friendship and family, not Killian going off the rails.
"Operation The Three Musketeers" – Robin repeated smiling, remembering the few good moments during Emma's absence – "We had some good moments but most of the time Killian was so desperate to find you that I thought that he would let himself revert to Hook again"
"He never told me about that" – she muttered.
"He probably didn't want to remember the bad moments…" – Robin said – "And now, knowing that he'll have to go through all of that again; to relive that … he's afraid to lose you again" – he explained.
"And I'm afraid to lose him" – Emma said, feeling the tears rolling down her cheeks again.
Robin pulled her into his arms and Emma hugged him back, surprisingly glad for the comfort. Robin felt Emma's tears staining his shirt and her body trembling against his chest. He caressed her hair, trying to calm her down.
"Did you know about the ring?" – Emma asked, increasing her sobs.
"That's why he planned the boat trip" – Robin gently said, realizing that Emma was talking about the proposal – "He wanted David's blessing to marry you" – he added, stroking her hair.
"He's so old fashioned" – Emma said with a nervous laughter.
"You know what I think?" – Robin said as Emma lifted her head so she could look at him – "I think you're going to be okay. Love is strength, not weakness"
"Thank you" – she said softly.
After making sure that Emma was okay Robin kissed her cheek and left the house. Emma remained on the couch. Robin's words actually helped her to relax a bit.
A few minutes later she started to yawn and she defiantly forced her eyes to remain open. Her lashes fluttered as she lost her battle and gave into sleep. She was exhausted. She needed to sleep.
When she woke up the last sun rays had almost disappeared over the horizon. She blinked her eyes and looked at the big wall made of glass that allowed her to see the beach and the waves crashing down on the sand. She noticed the blanket covering her body and realized that Killian was home. She rose from the couch and started looking for him.
She found him in the nursery. He was sat on the floor, next to the rocking chair and a dozen stuffed animals.
"I found the ring" – she said softly from the doorway, touching the little box inside her jacket pocket.
He turned his head so he could meet her gaze. The way Emma was looking at him made his heart beat faster. She was looking at him with such love that he couldn't help but smile back.
"You're depriving me of a dashing proposal, again" – he joked, rising from the floor.
"Well, you didn't answer my question the first time" – she said, approaching him.
Emma saw Killian's smile disappear from his face, realizing that he was reliving the moment when Whale informed them about the consequences of her pregnancy.
She found his cold hand and linked her fingers with his.
"I can't stop thinking about how my life will be like if something happens to you …" – Killian started to say shakily – "I can't, I can't live that life, I can't…" – his voice broke and Emma caressed his hand with her thumb – "I followed you to the past, I followed you to New York, I followed you to Neverland, I followed you to Camelot … and now, now I can't follow you –"
"Don't think like that …" – Emma interrupted him, throwing her arms around his neck. He immediately buried his head in the nick above her shoulder – "Will you just please look at all the stuff you and I have survived together?" – she said, trying to stifle a small laugh – "Peter Pan, flying monkeys, time travel, the Dark One curse, memory loss, the Wicked Witch …" – she explained, remembering some of their adventures – "Are we really going to let some prophecy and Frankenstein lay odds on us?" – she added, pulling back so she could look at him.
"Swan …" – he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as Emma took a deep breath.
"And even if something does happen to me you're going to be okay" – Emma continued to say – "I know that you can raise this baby … you'll never be on your own. You have my parents, Regina and Robin, Belle … Henry" – she smiled after saying her son's name.
"And how am I supposed to feel about the child that took you away from me?" – Killian said in low voice, avoiding eye contact as he admitted his deepest fear.
What if he couldn't love this child? What if he became the monster he once was?
"What? I don't worry about that for a second because you are not that person" – Emma said, cupping his face in her hands, making him meet her eyes – "You're not your father. You're a good person, Killian" – she added, caressing his face tenderly – "And you already are a great father" – she said like she was hearing his thoughts – "You love Henry and you love this child, nothing will ever change that. Your love will only grow"
"I can't be me without you" – Killian said, after a few seconds of silence. His eyes were a watery blue. He looked completely broken.
Emma felt her eyes watering and remembered Robin's words: He went off the rails. I thought that he would let himself revert to Hook again. He's afraid to lose you again.
"You don't have to" – Emma said, doing her best to fight back the tears – "You are always saying how strong I am; how bloody brilliant I am" – she explained, trying to imitate his accent – "So trust me on this … everything is going to be okay. I know it, I can feel it" – she smiled, guiding Killian's hand towards her belly – "We're going to live happily ever after" – she added, not caring if she sounded like Snow White – "All four of us"
"How can you be so certain?" – Killian asked, touching Emma's stomach.
"Because of you" – Emma said, smiling – "Because you never gave up on me; you never gave up on us – on our future" – she added, seeing Killian's eyes shine at her words – "You taught me how to believe and I believe that we are strong enough to survive this" – she added before kissing his lips.
Killian responded to the kiss immediately. Emma was about to deepen the kiss when Killian pulled back.
"Did you feel that?" – he asked. His eyes stuck on her belly where his hand was rested.
"He's kicking hard" – she giggled, feeling the baby kicking
"This is bloody amazing" – Killian said in awe as another kick came in response. It was the first time he felt the baby moving.
He felt Emma's eyes on him and turned his attention to her. He met her gaze and somehow he saw his entire future inside her eyes. His beautiful swan with a little girl sound asleep in her arms. His beautiful swan running after a little girl on the beach. His beautiful swan helping a little girl build a sand castle.
"Marry me" – they said at the same time.
Emma's eyes crinkled at the corners as she saw the broad grin on Killian's face. She grabbed the small box and took it out of her pocket, placing it in Killian's hand.
"Did you open it?" – he asked, looking at the box.
"No" – Emma said softly.
"So how do you know it's a ring?" – Killian asked, smiling at her – "It can be a bean" – he teased.
"Then I'll wear a bean" – Emma said, making Killian arch his eyebrow – "I have magic, remember? I can turn it into a bean ring. I'm not sure if that's really a thing but –"
Killian opened the box, preventing Emma from finishing her sentence. Her eyes widened as she saw the blue diamond ring. She could feel her heart beating against her ribcage. Killian had chosen the perfect ring.
"It's not a bean" – Emma giggled softly as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Emma Swan, would you make me the happiest man in all the realms?" – Killian asked, kneeling on one knee.
Emma kneeled down so she was at his eye level. She nodded unable to verbalize her emotions.
"Yes?" – he asked, looking at her with an unbelieving grin on his face.
"Yes" – Emma said laughing, staring at his deep blue eyes full of happiness – "Yes" – she repeated.
"I love you" – Killian said, placing the ring on her finger.
"I love you too" – Emma said, closing every inch of space between them, pressing her lips against his.
Killian fell backwards, dragging Emma with him. She was on top of him kissing him passionately and in that moment Killian realized that this was indeed his favorite place in the world – the nursery, a place full of hope and possibility.
Killian angst and I are good bedfellows, sorry about that.
I got inspired by One Tree Hill. I actually used some lines from episode 17 of season 6 because they were too perfect for me not to use them. Lucas and Peyton fight was so amazing that I definitely had to turn it into a Captain Swan fight scene, hahaha.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really like to know what you all think so don't be shy! Oh, and please read The Three Musketeers fanfiction so you can understand Operation The Three Musketeers that Robin and Emma talked about!
Love you guys! (: