Captain Swan One Shots

World's Best Mom

Title: World's Best Mom

Author: Steph aka CaptainSwanLuver

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Killian/Emma, CaptainCobra

Characters: Killian, Emma, Henry

Category: Romance/Drama/Humor

Spoilers: 5x20 and promo for 5x21.

Summary: After returning from the Underworld, Killian works with Henry to give Emma a very special Mother's Day.

Note: Thought we could use a little fluff after last week's episode. This was written before those most recent extremely spoilerly photos of 5x21. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...World's Best Mom: Part 1/1...

He came back to her two days after she thought she had lost him for good. Emma was standing at his grave, holding his flask.

"You always said rum couldn't hurt," she said. "I thought it might numb the pain, but it just made it hurt more. It reminds me of you too much."

She stepped forward and placed the flask on top of the dirt on his grave.

Emma laughed bitterly, as she wiped at the tears on her face. "How many times did you tell me you were a survivor? I believed you. I opened my heart and let you in, despite how scared I was to lose someone else. And now here I am. Trying to figure out what life looks like without you."

A loud crack of thunder sounded above her, causing her to flinch.

"After Henry, you're the best thing to ever happen to me, Killian," she said softly. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm the Savior and I couldn't save my true love." She paused, sucking in a breath. "It doesn't feel like you're truly gone. I keep expecting to hear your voice or see your smiling face appear out of nowhere."

Emma squeezed her eyes closed, the tears burning her lids.

"Love, is that anyway to treat my flask? Discarding it on a pile of soil?" she heard come from behind her.

Emma's eyes flew open. She was positive she had imagined his voice. It couldn't be real. She stood rooted to her spot, too scared to move.

"I escape the Underworld, return from the dead, and I can't even get you to look at me?" he said. "Emma, please look at me," he added, his voice softening.

Emma closed her eyes again. "Get out of my head," she whispered. "You're not really here. You can't be."

The voice was suddenly right behind her, whispering in her ear. She felt his breath tickle her ear, but convinced herself it was nothing but the wind.

"I am here, Emma," he said. "I came back to you."

Her eyes remained closed, tears slipping down her face. She couldn't bear to turn around and find nothing but empty space. It would be like losing him all over again.

She felt two arms wrap around her waist and a body press up against her back. Soft lips trailed down her neck. He felt so real.

"Emma," he said. "I know you're scared to believe I am alive. But it's true. I'm right here. Please, turn around."

Emma slowly opened her eyes and swallowed roughly. She turned around in his arms, her breath catching in her chest at the sight of him. His blue eyes sparkled and his smile reached his eyes. She hesitantly brought her hand up to caress his face.

"Is it really you?"

"Aye," he said. "It's me."

"But how?" she asked.