Captain Swan - Tangled Up In Blue

Different Kinds of Broken

A/N: Alright, here we go. I had to edit this chapter many, many times until I was happy with it. I owe a big thank you to Rouhn for beta reading. This chapter moves ahead at a quicker pace because I know some of you are anxious to meet baby Swan. While we won't be this chapter, we're very very close. I will warn you though, that it's a bit of a rollercoaster ride so hold on tight!

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Killian's jaw was clenched, holding his pregnant girlfriend in his arms while she sobbed into his chest with relentless tears. He was going to kill the fucking asshole with his own two hands for sending Emma into such a state of despair. She had looked like she was enjoying her time at the shower, he could tell she was uncomfortable near the end, but she was smiling and overall happy... until she received that last gift. Mary Margaret and David had called some of the guests who left, but none of them saw who delivered the present. Regardless, they all knew it was from Neal.

Killian gently released Emma with a kiss to her forehead before she turned to Mary Margaret and David, who took her in their arms, holding her tightly. It tore his heart to see his Swan in tears, he had to do something about it. He was not going to let Neal get away with this.

"That's it, I'm going to find that bloody bastard myself," Killian stated angrily as he started marching for the door with purpose. "James, you coming?"

"Gladly." James didn't even have to ponder the question. He immediately took off towards the door, following behind Killian. "Let's find this asshole."

"Woah woah woah, guys." David put his hands up as he approached them. Killian and James turned around hesitantly. "I think we should let the Sheriff handle this, don't you think?"

Killian gritted his teeth at the thought of the smug deputy who had the audacity to hit on Emma. "Yeah, except the Sheriff is too busy playing a bloody matchmaker and the deputy is too busy asking out my girlfriend, so I think it's time to take matters into our own hands."

"The deputy asked out Emma?" James asked in surprise.

"Not the bloody point," Killian replied spitefully.

"Guys, he has a gun. Please don't," Emma beseeched the two of them as she approached with tear-stained cheeks. "You'll both get hurt."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take," he assured her, his voice cracked and hoarse.

"Well, I'm not," she told him adamantly. "I just found you and I'm not going let Neal take anything else from me."

His voice grew soft as he closed the distance between them, taking both of her hands in his. "Emma-"

"Killian, don't you see? This is what he wants. He wants to get us riled up. He wants you to go after him. This is just a trap. He's sadistic and manipulative like that, believe me," she pleaded, eyes glistening and swollen from shedding tears. "Please Killian. Don't go."

He swallowed thickly, turning his head to look at James, who was still ready to go with guns blazing. "She's right. We'll just cause more trouble."

James looked at him, stunned. "Are you serious? We're just going to let him get away with this?"

"James, we don't even know where to find him." Killian's eyes darted back to Emma. "But as soon as he shows his face and tries to hurt you, I'm not holding back," Killian promised as his hand came up to stroke her cheek.

Emma sighed in relief, not even trying to fight him. Killian could tell she was exhausted.

"I think we've had enough excitement for today. What do you say we all go home?" Mary Margaret suggested.