Mismatch Lovers

Chapter 34

*Emma's POV*

The day came for dinner with my parents and I could not be more nervous. We'd decided that instead of telling people about the baby, we were just going to stop hiding it, so I had no idea what to wear. I didn't want to make it a big deal, but I wanted to make clear that I had become a person all on my own and I didn't need them.

"Swan," Killian stopped my hands from pawing through the closet in just my bra and panties and turned me to face him, still holding my wrists. "Its just dinner, and we're not even going out. You're over thinking again."

"They didn't raise me, Killian," I reminded him, yanking my wrists away from him and starting to pace as I ranted. "They may biologically be my parents, but they have no idea who I am. They don't know the things I've done or the things I've been through to get to this point in my life."

"Emma," he tried, going to pull me close but I flinched away to continue pacing. He let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing me harshly and wrapping his arms around me from behind to pin my back against his chest before trying again. "Emma Swan, listen to me-"

"No!" I tried fruitlessly to get free of him. "I can't do this! Just let me go!"

"Damn it, no!" He snapped back, holding me so tight it hurt. "I told you I'm not letting you go again and I meant it, so you're just going to have to deal with it! Now stop fighting and just let me hold you, you bloody stubborn woman!"

"Killian!" I tried again but finally just broke down, his hold on me being the only thing keeping me on my feet. He gently turned me to face him, my arms instantly going around his neck to hug him tightly. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!"

"Shh, Emma, it's alright," he soothed me easily, just letting me weep against his shoulder. "Just breathe for me and we can talk when you're ready."

"Why?" I asked as I pulled away enough to look at him, hiccupping from my inability to breathe. "Why are you so good to me when I'm a mess like this?"

"Because I love you," he smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear. "And when you love someone who's damaged the way we are, you have to take on the weight of their past and their pain as well. You have to be patient and strong for them when they can't."

"Killian," I started but he continued, his eloquence with words making a lump form in my throat.

"I can be here to help you heal and scar over, but you'll always be a little broken," he said without an ounce of insult to the words. They were simply the truth. "And I can accept that, because I love every little crack and dent about you. You and I both know very well about surviving, that's why we go so well together, and nothing is going to make me run away from that."

I had absolutely no words. I grabbed him down to me, my hand on the back of his neck to hold him in that bruising kiss. He didn't hesitate to return it, pulling my hair gently to lift my chin and give him free reign over my lips. I loved when he did that so I just melted against him, his hold on me propping me up again for very different reasons.

"You and I, we understand each other," I whispered breathlessly when we finally broke for air, our foreheads pressed together but my eyes still closed. "Sometimes I forget just how much, but we always do." I opened my eyes to meet his, feeling fresh tears in them. "I'm so glad I found you again, I don't know how to be without you. I guess that's why nothing made sense when we were apart."

"Please don't cry," he all but begged me, letting go of my hair to cup my cheek though my body was still pressed to his. "I hate seeing you cry, it makes me ache. Let's just get you dressed in something comfortable and we'll go start dinner, yeah?"

"Mkay," I agreed and he kissed me softly before pulling away slightly to look in the closet. I lay my head on his shoulder, sliding my arms around his waist and feeling him tug me closer by his hold on my hip.

"Wait," he stopped on one of my old sweatshirts and pulled it out. It was coincidentally the one I'd worn the first time we hung out in my room. "You still have this?"

"I'm surprised you recognize it," I giggled to myself, taking it from him and yanking it on. It still fit the same, my small bump just barley poking out from the baggy fabric. "And while I'm not sentimental, I just couldn't get rid of it. My homecoming and prom dresses are in there, too."

"Please wear that tonight," he requested so quietly I barely heard him despite how close he was. He was looking at me like it was the first time he was seeing the sun. "I know it's not as nice as you wanted and it's horribly outdated, but..."

"I don't mind," I assured him, grabbing some jeans to go with it. "I used to wear it whenever I missed you more than usual, but now I guess I don't have to."

"You never have to miss me again," he choked out before pulling me into another deep kiss. It was slower this time, almost like he was intent on learning me all over again, but we were interrupted by the doorbell. "You've got to be bloody kidding me."

"I'll go get it," I smiled, pressing one more chaste kiss to his lips before going upstairs. It was like I'd forgotten who was coming because the moment I opened the door, I felt my face fall. "Uhm, hi. Come on in."

"Thank you," my mother answered with a bright smile as she came in with my father, all of us standing awkwardly in my living room. "And thank you for agreeing to meet us. I know it must be a lot for you."

"Killian suggested it," I answered, trying not to sound cold. "He thought it'd be better for the baby to not have all that tension so they get to know their family."

"Baby?" She squeaked out, glancing down to where my arms were crossed over my bump. "Are... are you pregnant?"

"Almost fifteen weeks," I nodded, smoothing my shirt over my stomach to give them a clearer view. They seemed to be in shock, staring at me silently. "Uhm, you guys can sit down if you want, I'll just go get us all something to drink."

"How's it going?" Killian asked as he came upstairs while I searched for something for all of us. "You didn't send them away already, did you?"

"Funny," I answered sarcastically, shooting him a glare as I grabbed a pitcher of iced tea from the fridge. "But I did kind of blurt about the baby already."

"Wonderful," he sighed, letting his hand settle on the small of my back to let me know his frustration wasn't with me. "Well, this is going to be quite the evening isn't it?"

Its been too long, but I've been trying to get this up for four days while working constantly. I have the next chapter in my head, so hopefully I'll get that up soon.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to comment and vote so I know what parts are your favorite and I can do more! Later, loves!