Helping Hand

Chapter 6

I do not own OUAT, any of it's cast or characters or plots. However, I am a faithful watcher and I am very interested to see how season 7 will go. This is just a prompt thing that I found online but then as I wrote it morphed into something entirely different! I figured I would try it out and see how it goes. I hope you enjoy because you all rather seemed to like the love potion one.

Helping Hand

3rd Person

Killian smiles softly as he watches Emma paint her fingers, her face determined and features hard, squinting to make sure she's got everything and that it looks as good as it possibly can.

Watching her has become his favorite past time recently, as creepy as it might sound. He loves to see what Emma Swan is like in her own home, and finds it's not alike what he already knows, but he loves seeing and learning all these new things too.

He loves watching her make her tea in the morning, loves watching her fan herself because it's summer and being six months pregnant in the heat is taking its toll on her. He loves being able to joke around with her first thing in the morning, being able to take long walks down by the docks and travel to work with her.

He loves talking about the baby and being able to sit with her after dark, watching old movies or reading her the baby books, seeing her face and listening to her comments at the new things he's telling her.

He loves her.

She told him that their kiss meant nothing to her, so he had to believe it, he couldn't hold onto hopes that she would ever love him back, no matter how much it broke his heart.

She had frowned as she had stepped into their kitchen on her first day living with him. "Killian, can I speak to you?" He had nodded quickly, asserting that it was okay; he would always have time for her. "Uh, I don't exactly know how to phrase this."

"Just come out and say it, I promise that I won't be offended."

"I think you might be." She had whispered, wrinkling her nose. Emma had laid her hand on her belly, stroking where the baby's foot was pressing against her. "That kiss...at the hospital on the day we found out about this one being a girl."

He smiled wide, obviously having been hoping to talk about it at one point; he wanted to talk to her about it more than anything. "Yes, what about it?"

"It can never happen again." She had stated firmly, frowning. "That kiss was just because I was relieved." She lied but didn't let him know, watching his face fall. "I was so glad that she was okay, my hormones got the best of me."

"B..." He had stuttered, his heart breaking and gripped his mug of tea in his hands tighter. "B-but...we kissed twice, we were happy. You kissed me and then I kissed you and you kissed back, that wasn't hormones, Swan."

She had nodded. "It was. I was so terrified that I l-lost another baby, and you were there and you were amazing and kept me safe and comforted me-"

"And I always will."

"No!" She had stated firmly, frowning, and blinked away her tears before he could see them. "You don't have to."

"I don't care, I want to, love. I would do anything for you, you know that I'm certain everybody on this earth knows that." He had stepped closer but she had stepped away as soon as he did, frowning at the look of sorrow on his face.

"Killian, the kiss meant nothing to me!" She had yelled, a tear falling down her face. "Just accept that I made a mistake! I'm sorry. I'm s-so sorry. I can't lose you, I just can't, and she can't lose her daddy, please-"