Chapter 39: Lets Play

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{Killian's POV} Following Emma into the door of their new house, Killian couldn't quit shaking. He looked down at his hands and noticed the trembling immediately clenching his fists to hide it. Emma was a week and a half away from delivery and all he could think about was bloody demons and gods. It had been about four weeks since they had come back from Olympus.

"Hey," Emma said touching his shoulder to get Killian's attention. "You alright?" Killian blinked a couple times and laughed nervously as she noticed his shivering.

"Yeah, I'll be fine love. It's just a little chilly in here," he lied wrapping his arms around himself to act cold.

"Really? I actually think it's hot-"

"So," Killian said over her to change the subject. "I don't know why we can't have our wedding now. Why must we wait?" He asked grabbing her hands.

"You know why we have to wait." She said looking down at her stomach. The baby would be here soon, and Emma wanted to wait on the wedding until after the baby came all for the purpose of the dress fitting and the wedding night. "Do you really want to spend our honeymoon eating and sleeping? That's all I feel like I can do." She laughed before attempting to stretch her back that had been bothering her ever since last month.

"Alright we'll wait, but..." Killian smirked taking a step closer as she took one back grinning. "That baby better come out soon so I can-" The door burst open as Killian wrapped his arms playfully around Emma. It was Pan.

"What do you want, Pan?" Killian's smile disappeared. Even though the devil boy promised to end his villainous ways, zero percent of Killian trusted him.

"Do you have any ships?" Pan asked as Killian let Emma go. She walked over to the kitchen table and sat laying her head back on the chair.

"Of course I do, they're docked at the harbor, why?" Killian wondered what in the world Peter Pan could possibly need from the ships.

"Storybrooke... It's not the same... you know? Neverland is where I belong it's where I've lived the majority of my life. I need a ship to get back.." He couldn't believe his ears.

"You're sure as hell not using mine." Killian said crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows.

"Well... that's the thing. I don't want your ship I'll just use a different one." He paused as if he was going to say something difficult. "I need... your help with how to sail..." Pan said slowly looking away out of embarrassment. Killian's smirk slowly turned into a laughing fit, and Peter Pan rolled his eyes.

"You want me to help you with something? Does Zeus really scare you THAT much?" He laughed at the young boy who had once tried to kill him and his friends multiple times.

"You know maybe I want to be good? Maybe I want to make it right with my boy for once in my life." Emma got up slowly to stand by Killian to ease the tension. Leaning into him, she whispering in his ear.

"Killian maybe you should just help him find a way back to Neverland. He's trying unlike some of those villains." He thought back to when Cruella, who had tried to take on Zeus, was sent to live eternity in the Underworld. Ursula went back to live with her father, Zelena was laying low, and Maleficent kept searching for her child.

"Very well," he said loud enough for Pan to hear it. "I'll take you to the docks tomorrow, but try anything and I assure you I'll have you sent to that hellish place faster than you can say 'lets play'." Referring to the Underworld, Pan's smug smirk disappeared from his face.

"What makes you think I'll try anything?" He asked cocking his head and placing his hands on his hips.

"I've spent my fair share of time in Neverland trying to escape from you. I know what you're like, Pan. Someone like that can't just change over night into a hero." Just then he felt Emma grab his arm so tight, she could have pulled it off. He turned to look at her as she was bent over grabbing her knee with one arm and clinging to Killian with the other to keep from falling.

"Killian..?" She gasped standing back up. "I think my water just broke."

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