This is an au one shot
Killian jones left his pregnant fiancée Emma behind to serve his country
Now he comes home
He stood on the front door step of the apartment building her parents lived in, and he was scared shitles.
He hadn't seen her in seven months.
He misses her more and more everyday, a pain in his heart only she could soothe.
He walked up the stairs, his boots clanking against the metal stairs.
After three flights of stairs, he was there, standing in front of the green door with the sliver three on it. The streets of Storybrooke were quiet, the only sounds rain pounding against the roof and cars on the streets.
He knocked twice, loudly, like he always did.
Emma's mother, Mary Margaret, answered the door. She wrapped him in a motherly hug. Mary Margaret had always been like a mother to him, considering he was an orphan. His parents abandoned him when he was a baby.
She pulled back from the hug and smiled, "I love the uniform," she gushed, referring to the navy uniform he was clad in.
"Thank you, Mrs. Nolan," he said like the gentleman he is. She stepped aside and gestured for him to step inside the warm loft.
Emma was staying here, since she would need help with the pregnancy. Her and Killian had bought a house down by the docks in the few months before he left.
"How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Mary Margaret?" She asked placing her hands on her hips.
"I guess we'll have to see," he teased back. Just then David entered from the kitchen and greeting Killian with a friendly handshake.
"Good to see you back, son," David said placing a hand on Killian's shoulder.
"Good to be back, sir," Killian said back.
"She's upstairs in her old room," he said. Emma had grown up in this loft, and for the last two months she had been staying here, in her old room.
He nodded and headed up the stairs to where his love awaited.
The door was cracked, he could see her. Her pregnant belly was the first thing he noticed. She was a lot bigger than the last time he saw her.
She was snacking on something, he couldn't tell what, but it made a crunching sound as she chewed. She was watching tv, some show he'd seen before but could never quit recall the title of.
She wore a hoodie of his, one that said 'Storybrooke academy' across the front. They both went to school there, it's how they met. That was nearly nine years ago. And they still loved each other with everything they had.
He pushed against the door and it creaked. Her head snapped up to look at him.
Her bright green eyes widened with shock and her jaw dropped. She simply couldn't believe he was here; standing in front of her and safe.
"I would jump up and hug you but I need help getting up," she chuckled.
He smiled, she's such a dork. He thought. But she's my dork.
He smiled, his eyes watering with emotion, and helped her off her bed she was sitting on.
She raised her hand to his cheek, gently placing her palm against it.
She smiled happily, a tear of pure joy rolling down her soft cheek. Her wiped it away with his thumb.
She leaned in, as did he, and their lips connected. It was slow and passionate, showing all the love they hadn't been able to in a while.
