Emma's Pov

"So what exactly did you tell your parents?"

We were once again in my yellow bug. I was driving this time.

"I told them that I just wanted to have a family dinner, that's all."

"Really, your parents weren't suspicious at all."

"David takes any chance he's got to spend time with his girl and Mary Margaret actually suggested that we do it at their house. I guess they both are just trying to make up for lost time," my face shows no emotion as I revisit my lonely past, "I think they got Granny's," I say excitedly covering my sadness.

"Emma?"

"What?"

"You know. They try. They love you."

"I know. I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to. But..."

"But, there is no but."

He gave me the face of 'I don't believe you.'

"I am telling the truth," I lie again, "I promise."

I can't have this conversation, not now. I will finally get over all the jealousy and anger someday, just maybe not just yet. I have come a long way from my Neverland days where I basically hated my parents, but I haven't come all the way around. I am still waiting for all the hurt to go away.

Sometimes I am jealous of my brother Neal and angry at my parents. He gets to live a life with parents and family who love him. He never has to feel lonely. He never had to hope that he could only survive till the next day. He never had to hope that his next foster family would be better than the last. He never had to hope that someday he will find home, like I did. But most of all he never has to lose hope.

He will never once will lose hope and just give up because he has parents that will never let him give up. He will never have to lose hope, knowing that he will never have a family or lose hope because he has nobody who loves him. He never has to lose hope because he will never have to feel like he didn't matter, that he can't change the world. He will never have to feel like he doesn't belong. He will never have to feel like I did.

He will never have to feel like an orphan.

I am angry at my parents sometimes because they choose their kingdom over me, their daughter. They could have kept me during the curse and we could have been a family. Maybe the curse wouldn't have broken, but we could've been together as a family. They say that this family always find each other, but why didn't they come and find me.

True love's kiss is supposed to break any curse, so what if they had kept me and I still would have broken the curse. What if all those years of loneliness, betrayal, and hurt could have been replaced with happiness, hope, and love, at no cost? I know all magic comes with a price, but what if this was a price I was willing to pay to have that life. The life that I had longed for my entire life.

I feel a hand rest on top of mine, snapping me out of my thoughts. It is Killian, of course. He see right through me. He sees past my walls and my lies. He sees past my perfection and sees my fears, my anger, and my loneliness.

We arrive at my parents new house and I park next to the curb. I look up to match his gaze. He smiles softly as he turns to me.

"No your not," he whispers, "I know you Emma. That's not the truth, but I won't push it. I don't need to. I already know what your thinking. I know your wish Emma, but I also know you would have regretted it. All that pain that you hide, all that hell you had to live through, you know in your heart that it was worth it. Because that pain is what made you who you are. My strong, independent, determined, kind, and too stubborn for her own good wife. You are my Emma and I wouldn't change a thing. You never need to do anything more than be my Emma when you are by my side, and don't you ever think that I am going to leave you because of your imperfections."

I smile and sigh.

"There's my girl," he says as he uses his thumb to caress my jaw.

"How did I get so lucky?"

"I honestly don't know. I ask myself the same question every day.

"You ask yourself 'How did Emma get so lucky to have me, a piercing-eyed and smoldering pirate, as her husband?' every day?" I tease.

"No, that's not what I meant," he says as he throws my leather jacket at me, "I ask myself 'How I got so lucky..."

"I know," I say as I cut him off with a sweet kiss.

After the kiss, I erupt in a fit of giggles.

"It was pretty funny though," I say while continuing to laugh.

"This is how the lady wants to play?" He teases me back.

He practically tackles me in the car, tickling me just right. He knows exactly where I am the most ticklish.

"Stop," I squeal, trying to push him away.

He pulls me up into his lap, while continuing to tickle me. That's when he starts kissing me behind me ear. He knows I hate it. Well more like "hate" it.

"Stop, please stop. It tickles. Killian stop."

He pulls me tighter against him, stopping me from pushing him away and continuing to tickle me, with his lips and fingers. Then he starts kissing down my jawline. He plants a sweet kiss on my lips, before he finally pulls away. I run my hand down his cheek.

"You are going to be the death of my someday."

"Would that be such a bad way to go down?" I ask him.

"As long as you go down with me," he says as he kisses me passionately, pushing me into the dashboard.

I giggle.

"Okay... are we... planning on... going to... have dinner... with my parents...tonight?" I ask between kisses.

"Why, when I am enjoying having you so much more?"

"Come on," I say giving him one final kiss, "let's go."

He whines as I drag him inside the house.

I knock on the door. My dad answers with my two year old brother Neal. Neal excitedly ran up to me.

"Emma," he yells.

I pick him up in my arms as we walk inside.

"Hey Neal. How is my favorite brother?"

"He is your only brother and your only sibling at that," my dad says.

"Hey dad."

I give him a hug and he kisses the top of my head. Then he goes to give Killian a bro hug.

"How you doing mate?" I hear my dad say as he starts a conversation with Killian.

"Quite good."

I look back to see Killian give me a wink. I get the hint, but I returned my attention to Neal who he is continually poking my arm and saying my name, until I focus on him.

"Where's Heni?" He asks as his eyebrows crinkle.

I love how he says Henry's name.

"He is on a date with his girlfriend tonight, Violet."

"Viowet. Oh," he sounds disappointed.

"About that," Killian interjects, "I was trying to make friendly conversation with them on the way there, but he clearly was not enjoying it. Probably because I inserted girlfriend into that conversation one to many times."

We all laugh. I let Neal go to play with his toys.

"That's because Henry is a teenage boy," Mary Margaret comes into the room joining our conversation, "He doesn't want the girl he likes to know that he likes her even though he does."

We all laugh. Mary Margaret come and engulfs me in a hug and then goes to give one to Hook.

"Wait," David interjects, "You took him and Violet to the movies. Does that mean Emma knows that I have been teaching you to drive? Mate do you know what a secret it?"

"Aye and in my defense, she needed it," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders, "She was a bit stressed after the app... the busy day we had planned today."

We had both decided to tell my parents after dinner.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," David huffs.

"Dad, it was a surprise."

"I guess so," David grumbles.

"Come one. Dinner is ready," Mary Margaret calls.

*****

Dinner was of course from Granny's. We need to branch out. I swear we have only eaten Granny's for the past six years, since I arrived here in Storybrooke. I had a grilled cheese and onion rings, as always.

After dinner Neal goes to play outside with their new dog Wilby. Mary Margaret and I were chatting, while David and Killian were talking about an entirely different topic that was constantly changing. Mary Margaret held my hands in hers as we talk. Killian's arm is around my shoulders and his fingers were running through my hair absentmindedly.

"Speaking of Emma," Killian spoke up slightly and nudging me while he spoke of David.

"Emma? What about Emma?" Mary Margaret jumps into the conversation, so now we had everyone's attention.

"Want to tell them, love," Killian continues.

"Unless you want to?"

"I don't care. Whatever you want."

"I don't care either."

"I don't care either," David interrupts us, impatiently.

"Go ahead, love."

"Well," I start off not knowing really what to say, "Me and Killian... we are."

Neal starts to cry outside.

"One second," Mary Margaret says.

Mary Margaret went to go get Neal and David runs after her. Killian looks at me and we just laugh.

"So much for inserting the big news into the conversation subtly."

Killian and I didn't want the conversation about me being pregnant to start with 'We have some very big news to tell you.' Because that would give it all away. We wanted it to just naturally come up.

"Sorry, he fell off the swing," David says and he comes back into the house.

"Okay," Mary Margaret comes in with Neal, who has finally calmed down, "What is it that you wanted to tell us?"

"I am... well... we are pregnant."

Mary Margaret squeals. She hands Neal to David and runs over to hug me tightly.

"Congratulations. I am so happy for you. How long have you known? How far along are you? Have you..."

"Snow. Slow down. I want to congratulate them too."

He hands Neal back to her. My dad comes over and hugs me even tighter than Mary Margaret. I hug him back.

"I am so happy for you, I really am," David says, "I love you, Em."

I guess it's kinda hard for my dad. He has to really let go of his little girl, because soon she will have a child of her own.

"Congratulations, Hook."

My father gives him another man hug.

Mary Margaret and David sit back down.

"Guess what Neal?" I talk to him from across the table.

"What?"

"Do you want to have a cousin? Or well niece or nephew?"

Well I don't really know what to call our family at this point.

"Nephew?" He questions.

"Come here," he runs over to me.

"I am having a baby. They are in here."

I take his hand and put it on my stomach.

"Baby, in there?"

"Yep."

He hops onto my lap and kisses my stomach.

"We are going to be best friends. Just like Heni and I."

We all laugh, again.

"So how far along are you?" My mom asks.

"About six weeks. I found out a few days ago, on Friday."

"Is that why you missed work for a few days?"

"Yeah. The morning sickness got to me. It sucks."

"Believe me, it does," Mary Margaret agrees.

"Well I guess I will never know what morning sickness or anything that has to do with being pregnant feels like?" David says.

"I hope not," Killian adds.

We all laugh once again.

"One of the joys of being a woman. Something you guys with never understand."

"But there is a thing called sympathy and that is close to empathy. Like holding your hair up while you puke out your guts."

He wraps his arm around my waist lovingly. I lean my head on Killian shoulder, just enjoying life's little moments.

Isn't David the best? I love him.

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