Emma kicks back on the way home, holding Killian's hand the entire time as he drives them back to Boston. Henry fell asleep in the back, leaving the two to talk privately.

"I can't believe you were going across the state looking for me," Emma says, staring at him in wonder.

"I'd go to the ends of the earth for you Swan…" he says.

Emma turns to look at him. "That's a pretty strong statement even though we've only been together for a few months."

"It feels like more… so much more."

Emma smiles. "The entire time I was in the cabin, I just kept thinking about you and Henry. You two were the only things that kept me sane even on the darkest of days. Every night I would try and go to sleep, picturing you in my head in the hopes of having pleasant dreams. Provide an escape from the hell I was living."

Killian swallows hard. He doesn't want to imagine what Emma went through, he might lose his own sanity if she even describes what the monster did to her.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about not using protection the second night."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I-I-I just assumed that the last thing you wanted was a child right now and like you said, we've only been courting for a few months."

"Courting? What are you from the 20's?" Emma jokes. She leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "I'm grateful Killian. Your indecision likely saved my life and gave me a reason to keep fighting. Although, the morning sickness I won't thank you for."

"W-Would it be any different if… the thing didn't happen?"

Emma bites her lip and goes quiet for a few moments. If none of this had ever happened, would she still want the baby? They had only dated for three months, which wasn't a lot of time to really get to know one another or even look at a future. She hadn't really thought if she saw a future with him; four months ago, what she was concerned about was helping Henry get used to the idea that she was dating again. They were still in the early stages of a relationship and after spending such a long time with Neal, she didn't really want to think about it. She'd spent three years mourning over the loss of him and isolating herself from men in general. She built up those walls again to prevent any more pain and for a long time, she thought that he left because of her, that she did something to upset him. She blamed herself like she always did, she thought she was the reason why no one wanted her anymore and it was the reason she was guarded and distant with everyone. Now that she knew the truth, it did not make that part of her life any better, but it was allowing her to move on, start anew. Of course, the baby was rushing things quite a bit, but she did want to be with Killian. After what he did to try and bring her home, she knew he was unlike anyone she'd met before and wouldn't run away when things got tough. And the road ahead was going to be hard. With the new addition on the way, they would have to determine living arrangements, should Killian live with them? The apartment was too small for three, let alone four, they might have to move. Then child support and getting all the baby materials, ensuring that Arthur was locked away forever… Would Killian want to stay with her? Should they get married to provide the baby with a stable family life? What about Henry?

Emma leans back, her mind extremely overwhelmed. The euphoria of being saved had now passed and reality was creeping back in. She knew she couldn't just go back to her old life now, things could never be as they were… her world was changing. The thing was, would it be any different if Arthur had never grabbed her at the bar.

"I don't really know…" she says quietly, blinking back fresh tears. It was a miracle that she was still hydrated after all the crying she'd done over the past few hours. "We'll never really know anyway."

"So how exactly do we go from here?" he asks, making a turn off the interstate.

"That I don't know that either…"

"Whatever you decide to do Emma, I'll be right there with you. I didn't give up on you before, and I'm not doing it now."

Emma smiles. She wants to just pull the docks man into her arms and never let go. He really wasn't like anyone she'd ever met before and she'd be the biggest idiot in the world to let him go now.

…

It's after midnight when the three of them finally reach the apartment. Emma's heart pounds loudly in her chest. She'd dreamed about walking through that door and going back into her apartment so many times in captivity, but now it was happening for real. She helps a tired Henry out of the car and puts her arm around him.

"Welcome home Mom," he manages to say.

Emma squeezes him tightly. Killian comes around and grabs Emma's hand. He kisses her cheek.

"Ready to go in?" he asks.

Emma swallows and nods. Her legs are a bit weak and her body feels overwhelmed and relieved. After all this fighting, she was finally where she belonged.

…

Henry fumbles with his key. Emma had to remind herself to get a new one made since Arthur had stolen her purse. She added that to the long list of things she'd have to do to achieve normalcy again.

"It'll be a little bit messy in the living room," Killian explains. "Your homestead kind of became home base for your search."

"That's fine," Emma says, yawning. She didn't really care at this point, all she wanted to do was go and sleep in her own bed.

The familiar scent of wooden floor and old candles fills her nostrils as she enters her home. It has changed a little bit, but not enough that it was completely alien. Killian did speak the truth about the papers and there were a few baby things left around, as well as Regina's briefcase. She could only assume that Mary Margret and Regina basically lived here to take care of Henry. Regardless of the mess, it felt so good to be home.

Henry headed straight for his bedroom, but he then stops and looks at his mom. "Will you tuck me in?"

Emma is taken aback, he'd stopped wanting to be tucked in when he turned seven, but she understood that he just wanted that familiarity and to tell his mom that he loved her.

"Of course, I will."

Henry smiles before heading to his room. Emma goes to the fridge and gets out a bottle of water. Normally, she's be drinking vodka or something stronger, but with the baby, she had to avoid all alcohol. She drinks while Killian watches, leaning against the sink. Emma blushes slightly as he seems to just be admiring her, no words, just admiration of her beauty.

"The pregnancy is making you glow," he whispers. She smiles and Killian goes to wrap his arms around her and the growing baby bump.

"I'm pretty sure it's sweat," she jokes as he places his chin on her shoulder. She can feel his soft breath against her face and his whiskers tickle her shoulder. "It's pretty late to go home, you're welcome to stay the night."

Killian smiles and kisses her cheek. "I'll do just that. Should I take the couch? Just to not to scar Henry for life?"

"I think he's had enough scarring for a lifetime," Emma says, throwing the empty water bottle away, with the docks man still following her.

"Aye."

"Are you sure you want the couch?"

"I made it my second bed when you went missing. I'll be alright," he whispers.

"I'd better say goodnight to Henry then," she says.

Killian releases her and she goes down the hall to her son's room. It did not look that different from the last time she saw it, still a mess and still smelly, like any typical teenager. The one difference was that his desk was covered in family photo albums and an assortment of images of her. Emma swallows a sad lump in her throat, picturing her son sitting there, crying and wondering if he'll ever see his mother again.

Henry is lying in bed, so happy that his mom was home. She comes over and he hugs her tightly. He feels fresh tears filling his eyes and he squeezes her even harder.

"I love you, Mom," he says quietly.

"I love you too Henry. I'm so sorry you had to go through this."

"It's not your fault," he says. "I'm just happy you're back."

"Me too."

"You know… at the beginning of the… thing… some people were thinking that you had just run off to start a new life, but I knew that wasn't true. I always thought of the night after dad left, where you came into my room and you promised me that you would never leave me. I believed you then and I still believe you now."

Emma sniffles before breaking apart from her son. "You should always believe it, Henry. I will never leave you and I will always come home. I will always find you no matter what happens. I will never stop loving you either. I know this has been hard on you and I know with the baby coming, it'll be even worse, but I want you to know, I love you forever and ever. No one will ever replace you as my son. You are my snuggle bug and my little storyteller."

Henry smiles, his mind filled with the happy memories of his childhood and all the things he did with his mother.

"I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time before…"

"It's okay, I understand. It's what being a teenager is all about Henry… but that will never stop me from loving you with my heart and soul. Times may change and people will come and go, but the one thing that stays the same is us. We will always be together and love each other."

Henry just continues to hug his mom for a long time. He never wants her to leave again.

Eventually, he yawns and he can feel his eyes becoming heavy. Emma kisses him on the head, something he hadn't let her do in a long time. He lays back and she pulls the blanket around him. The feeling of nostalgia and warmth fills both their bodies.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," she smiles. She gives him one more kiss before turning off his bedside lamp. Emma turns and she sees Killian standing in the doorway. She goes and wraps her arms around him. The two stare quietly at the sleeping boy. It felt like they were a real family for a moment. It was a fleeting moment of peace and pure happiness. They were in a sanctuary, a small safe place in a troubling world. Everything was simple and everything was quiet than it had been in a long time.

Killian pulls Emma out into the hall and gives her a long kiss.

"Good night my lovely swan," he whispers.

"Good night my handsome hero," she smiles.

This is just to address another comment from an actual counselor. The condom thing was just to make sure that the baby was Killian's, not Arthur's. I am well aware of how traumatic rape is and the impact it can have. The trauma of what Emma went through will be addressed and likely in great detail. It won't be hearts and flowers, I just wanted to write a happy reunion considering how depressing this story can become. The euphoria will wear off and reality will set in. Emma will need therapy among other things. The issue intimacy will also be addressed, but the fact that Emma is reunited with Killian and all her friends, it does call for hugs and celebration for right now.

This is the second to last chapter for this story. It's been a long road and I appreciate everyone's comments. I will be writing a sequel because not all the loose ends are tied up yet. Thank you for the wonderful support. I know I say that a lot but really do mean it. Even though I don't know you, I feel like we could all be friends. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.

P.S. Did anyone catch my movie reference in there? It's a reference to a series of books which was a movie and is also a TV show on Netflix.