Under Lock and Key #Wattys2016

Chapter 46

Killian drove to Regina's house while Emma held onto his hand. She was nervous but also outraged. A part of her wanted to run. To run and hide from having dinner with her. The other part wanted answers. It wanted the answer to the biggest question she had. Why.

She insisted that they bring a bottle of wine, but she really didn't care. It would make her and Killian look like good guest- bringing wine to the people that were feeding them.

Killian pulled up to the house and helped Emma out of the car. They walked down the side path and up to the front door. The house was huge. Killian knocked on the door and a moment later, it swung open and a middle aged man wearing a dark, forest green shirt and blue jeans stood there. He had dirty blonde hair.

"You must be Killian and Emma. Come in." He said as he widened the door so they could come into the house.

"Aye. Who are you?" Killian asked.

"Robin Locksley. I'm Regina's husband."

"Oh. It's nice to meet you. Please don't take this the wrong way, but why are you with her? Have you heard of the things that she did to Emma?" Emma immediately swung her arm and hit Killian in the chest. "Bloody hell, woman! Quit doing that!"

"Quit being rude!"

Robin chuckled. "It's quite alright. And yes, I do know. It was one of the last things she told me. The guilt would never ease. She feels terrible. But, I'm with her because I changed her. If you love someone enough, you can overlook anything." Emma glanced up at Killian and smiled. He met her gaze and smiled back at her. "So, Regina is in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on her lasagna." He led them to the dinning room, that had a dark oak table in the center. A giant window overlooked the backyard that had a giant apple tree in the center.

"She mentioned that she had kids. Will they be joining us as well?" Emma asked as she sat down.

"No. We actually don't have children together. Roland, the youngest, is with his mother and Henry is staying over at a friend's house. He is Regina's adopted son."

Emma and Killian nodded and Regina walked out with a tray in her hands. She placed it down on the table while Robin grabbed three wine glasses and a regular glass for Emma.

"Actually, mate, I'm not going to drink either. I'm driving tonight and I want to be sober." Killian told Robin.

"That's okay." Robin traded the wine glass for a regular one and grabbed a pitcher or water. He filled their glasses and then filled his and Regina's with the wine. "Thanks."

"It's not a problem." Emma said. Regina dished out a slice of lasagna for each of them. "Thank you."

She nodded. "So, Emma, how far are you along?"

"Well, I'll be due any day now. There's just a little under a month to go."

"A boy or a girl?"

"A girl."

"Congratulations. Babies are wonderful. They may seem like a pain, but after they get older, it's so much fun."

"Yeah, we can't wait."

They ate dinner with small talk, discussing the baby and the weather. It wasn't until Regina brought out the apple turnovers for dessert when the subject Emma had been dying to hear more about came up.

"Mary Margaret was a young woman. I didn't want her running her life by having a child. They weren't in a good enough financial state to have kids. I was out of money so I couldn't help them, so I took the baby and placed her outside of town. I knew that they would look for the baby at the nearest hospital or adoption agency, so I had to make sure that they couldn't find her. I knew that as soon as the time was right, they would find her, or she would find them."

Killian scoffed. "You had no right going into their personal lives like that. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Killian." Emma scolded. She put her hand over his and he stopped yelling, but he was still just as angry. "I've come to peace with it." She said looking at Regina. "I'm an orphan. But apologizing," She turned to Killian. "Or getting angry about it isn't going to change anything." She looked back over at her step-grandmother. "I don't forgive you, but I'm okay."

"I truly am sorry." Regina said.

"I know." She glanced over at the clock. It was getting late, and she was pretty tired. "I think we should be going. It was lovely meeting you both. Thank you for dinner and dessert, Regina."

They all stood up and Killian helped her Emma into her coat. They said their finale goodbyes and went home. She wrapped her arms around him and he led her to the bedroom.

"You have your answers, Swan. Do you feel satisfied?" He asked as he shed all of his clothes.

"Yeah I guess. I won't get the memories of having a nice and normal childhood, but I know my parents are trying to make it up to me now. I meant what I said though. I'm okay. I'm happy." She said.

"Good." He walked over to her and tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Let's go to bed."

"Let me get changed."

He cleared his throat. "Love, cmon. I'm not going to judge you."

She turned around and kissed him briefly. She pulled away first and nodded. "Fine." She shut her eyes as she felt the shirt being moved up her body. She didn't want to see his expression. When he didn't say anything after a few minutes, she cracked an eye open and he was staring at her with awe on his face. "What?" She asked, suddenly scared. "I knew this was a bad idea!" She tried to run into the bathroom but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"It's just, you are as beautiful as I remember." He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, her chin, and slowly moved down her chest and stomach. He got to her pants and hooked his fingers in the waistband. He was on his knees now, and looked up at her. "May I?" She nodded and he pulled her pants down her legs, kissing each piece of skin that was reveled. She stood in her undergarments now, and he smirked at her. He rose to his feet and kissed her lips once more. "There's my girl." He went over to the dresser and grabbed one of his shirts. "Do you want sweatpants?"

"No. Just a shirt."

He nodded and came back with it. He unhooked her bra and slipped the shirt on over her body. "Let's go to bed, love." She nodded and laid down. "I love you."

"I love you too."