Under Lock and Key #Wattys2016

Chapter 35

"I can't believe you called my parents!" Emma yelled once they got into Killian's car.

"They are only worried about you, Swan. They love you." He replied, placing a hand on her thigh.

"I know, it's just that I never knew them."

"Well I do. I've known David ever since I was little. He took me in after Liam died. He helped me get back on my feet. He met Mary Margaret in high school. Soon after they both graduated, she found herself pregnant. I was in the next room, and they didn't think that I could hear, but I heard that her stepmother wasn't going to be happy about it. Before she gave birth though, I moved to Boston to open the boat company again, but that wasn't enough. I soon picked up killing after I found a woman being attacked. I killed the man with my own two hands while she got away. I never heard what happened to the baby though. I honestly thought that they aborted it. I realize now how stupid that sounds because they could never kill an unborn child."

"Maybe it would have been better if they had gone through with it." Emma mumbled.

"You can't possibly say that!" Killian slammed on the breaks, stopping in the middle of the road. He shut the car off and turned to her in his seat. "How would it be better if they would have gone through with killing you?"

"I wouldn't have been put through everything that I had. I wouldn't have been forced to spend time in foster homes and be beaten by Walsh."

"But you never would have met me."

Emma started to get small pains in her stomach again. Her heart sped up and she waved Killian off.

"No, we are going to talk about this!" He shouted.

"Stop. Just drive."

"Not until we talk."

"You are going to drive us both back to our house so I can lay down and calm down, unless you want something to happen to this baby." She said calmly but sternly.

He didn't say a word as he started the car again and began driving back to their house.

As Emma walked upstairs, Killian went into the kitchen. He made her some hot chocolate and sprinkled some cinnamon on to of the whipped cream. When he got upstairs, he peeked through the crack in the door and saw Emma rubbing her hands soothingly over her stomach. She was humming to a song softly. He smiled and it reminded him of when his mother would sing to him and Liam before they fell asleep at night.

He pushed open the door and Emma stopped humming. "Don't stop on my account." He said as he placed the mug in her hands. "Maybe you can sing for me sometime?"

"I can't sing."

"You did a good job humming. Singing is no different except it has words." Emma took a sip of her drink, and Killian skimmed her back with his hand. "I didn't mean to make you mad, love. I just want you to be happy and for you to feel special. I want you to feel safe when you are with me."

"I know, it's just hard to let go of my past. These walls will never go away, and when I feel like they are knocked down for good, they just build right back up again. Don't think that I don't trust you, because you know I do."

"You're right, I do know that. But I like your walls. I like being the one to break them down."

Emma smiled and tears started to well in her eyes. She laid down next to Killian and put her head on his shoulder. He tucked her underneath his arm and rubbed soothing shapes and patterns into her arm. "You are the first person to ever say that to me."

"Hopefully I'll be the only one too." He kissed her head.

"I can't even explain how much I love you. How much I will continue to love you until the end of time."

"Don't try, because I know exactly how you feel."

She turned over in Killian's arms and started leaning in. Their lips were and inch away when his phone began ringing. She sighed and pulled away. He reached over on the nightstand and slid the answer button over without reading the caller ID.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" He asked harshly. Emma giggled at his grumpiness and pecked his lips before grabbing her hot chocolate again.

"You don't need to take that tone with me, Mr. Jones." The voice on the other line said.

"Dave, you interrupted a very sweet moment between me and Emma."

"Okay first, ew. And second, tomorrow morning, I want you to go Jefferson Hatter's house. I want your opinion about the crime scene. Don't worry, the bodies have been removed though."

"What would make me a good candidate to look at a crime scene?"

"I just want a fresh pair of eyes."

"Alright. I'll be over there at 9:00 a.m."

"Great. Thank you."

"Aye, no problem, mate."

After he hung up, Killian placed the phone down and turned to Emma. He stared into her eyes for a moment before crashing his lips to hers, in a heated kiss. Emma crawled on top of him and placed her hands on his chest  and leaned down to kiss him once more.

"Emma, Emma, Emma. Relax, love." He panted as they pulled apart for air.

"What did David want?"

"He wants me to come into the station tomorrow morning. He is probably going to give me the 'over protective dad speech.' It's nothing to worry about." Killian lied, and he didn't like the feeling.

"Okay." Emma said, although Killian wasn't sure if she believed him or not.

He pressed his lips to hers once more and got out of bed and tossed her once of his shirts to sleep in. He pulled a pair of sweatpants out of the dresser and tugged them on while Emma went to brush her teeth. Her ring sparkled in the light and she smiled.

'I can't believe I get to marry Killian Jones.'

I'm gonna be off for a few days. My surgery has put me behind in some school work so I have to finish it along with the stuff I already have to do. But, the semester ends on May 27, so I'll be back by then. I'll still be updating, but just not everyday.