Time waited for no one, a pirate least of all. Seeing Emma though it was as if time had done just that.His feelings burned hotly still. Gods was she a wonderful sight. Everything about her had changed in the time she had whisked Henry, Regina and herself to New York. From afar it was easy to spot her wide smile, hear her laughter and see that so much weight had been lifted.
In New York Emma was just Emma.
Killian had arrived a week ago with a letter from Snow White and James. He was not privy to the contents only that his mission was to locate the trio and convince no, beg, Emma to return to Storybrooke. Every waking moment had been devoted to locating her. All correctly assumed they had skipped town together. Nothing had prepared him though for the discovery of Regina and Emma's true relationship.
Together.
Try to deny it all he wanted but there had been more than one exchange of kisses. More than once that they held hands as they ventured about their business. He was in love with a woman who was in love with a woman. Not just any woman, the Evil Queen, former. For if Emma was just Emma then Regina was just Regina here as well. The same went for their son who need not fear that someone may want to collect his heart.
He stood on the precipice of approaching them, hand on the letter in his black leather jacket.
Then it happened.
Emma laughed.
Not softly, but loudly and from the deepest parts of her being. Regina's hand held to the small of the blondes back as they shared laughter from something Henry had told them. Her blonde curls bouncing in the gentle winds, face alight with love, tenderness and void of pain, sorrow and fear. They had everything. He released the pages in the jacket watching just a second longer. Committing the sight and few sounds he could to memory before turning away.
In New York Emma was just Emma and Killian was going to leave her right here.
