He's An Arrangement

Fire a Gun

Killian hasn't said a word to me since we left the hospital. All he's done is answer phone calls from his family and pace back and forth. To be fair, I haven't said a word to him. What would I say? "I know it sucks that your wife is dead, but hey; At least we can have sex!" I'm sorry his wife died, and I'm sorry his kid has got wires and breathing tubes hooked up to her, but that doesn't make me the person he has to grieve to. We're the reason this has happened, we can't be the solution too.

Killian has finally taken a seat on the couch. He tilts back his head, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead, "I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess, Emma," he said, almost under his breath. It was hushed and a small whisper. Maybe because David and Mary Margaret had gone back to bed, or maybe because he didn't know if he should've said it.

I took a seat next to him, placing my thumb against his neck, using my fingers to slowly stroke the back of his hair, "You stuck around for my disaster, I can sure as hell stick around for your's."

He rested his head on my shoulder and clenched his eyes shut, "Thank you, Swan."

11:00 A.M.

I woke up, expecting to feel Killian's weight against mine. He wasn't their. Instead, David walked around me, trying to pick up the leftover take out. Right, that was only last night, "Hey," I yawned as I stretched my arms in an attempt to wake myself.

"Emma!" He sat down the trash bag, "You okay? How'd you sleep?" David smiled sympathetically.

"Fine, nice to get a few hours of sleep in," I turned my head, glancing around the apartment, "Where's Mary Margaret and Killian?" I asked, standing from the couch.

"They're at a shooting range," David said calmly, obviously trying not to freak me out.

"A... a shooting range?" I could feel my skin begin to turn red. He can't even talk to me about it, yet he can go and fire some guns with Mary Margaret.

David nodded, "Him and Mary Margaret used to go all the time, she decided it was a good time to get back into it," he said nonchalantly. As if it was a casual thing to come to a shooting range the same day your wife kills herself.

"Since when does Killian have a gun?" Are we talking about the same Killian here? Wasn't he the one that was just shot?

"He doesn't own one, but he's renting. Mary Margaret's got one, she really wants to get him one for Christmas,"

"Doesn't the fact that he was just shot kind of... turn him away from them?" I said as I headed to the door.

"Guess not," David followed after me, "Where are you going?"

My eyes focused on the red leather jacket that someone had placed on the coat rack. I scooped it into my hands, running my hands along the seams of it. I wonder who put it here. However it got there, I was happy to feel the wonderful leather on my body, "Going to find Killian. Do you have the address to that shooting range?" I pulled my hair out from under the jacket.

"Take my truck," he grumbled, tossing his keys at me along with a piece of paper, "Address is on their, Emma."

I slipped on my shoes, "Thank you, David."

"Not a problem, but we're going car shopping for you soon."

"Got it."

Shooting Range

I watched from behind as Killian and Mary Margaret stood side by side at two different booths. They both held handguns and fired, every so often looking at the other with a face full of pride. I couldn't see an ounce of pain on Killian's face.

That kid. He was so worried and caring just hours before, staring down at his baby and promising her he'd care for her. Will that KIllian just... disappear? Will the stress be too much to handle and he'll feel the need to lose himself? I don't know if I'll be okay losing him. I know I'm not allowed to grieve, but I'm allowed to feel bad for Killian, and his daughter.

They both set down the guns and took of their headphones and glasses, "Felt nice, didn't it?" Mary Margaret turned to Killian, a grin plastered on her face.

He nodded, "Thank you, bandit, I needed this."

She rolled her eyes, "I told you to stop calling me that," Mary Margaret said in a mock-angry tone. She embraced Killian in a hug, squeezing his shoulders, "I'm here for you, Killian."

"Thank you, Mary Margaret," he drew out her name, following it with a heavy sigh, "If that's what you'd rather be called."

"Speaking of names," she giggled, "You thought of one for your little girl?"

I waited for them to notice me, instead listening in on their conversation. I was curious too, has he?

Killian nodded his head slowly.

"Oh my god, you have? What is it?" She shook his arms excitedly. He didn't said anything in return, "You're not going to tell me, are you?" Mary Margaret dropped her hands back to her sides.

"I want to tell Emma first."

He wants to tell me first. That's important to him. It's not even my baby. Damn, I should've trusted him. I shouldn't have followed him here.

"Emma?" I snapped out of my daze, hearing Killian's voice pipe up and say my name. Shit.

I pulled at my jacket and straightened my poster, "You wanted to tell me first?" I was barely able to push it out of my throat.

He furrowed his brow, "Evelyn. Evelyn Millie Jones," he rubbed his forehead, not even bothering to ask what I was doing here.

"Millie?" I asked. That's my favorite name. I remember telling him if I ever had a baby, I'd call her Millie.

"Oh come on, you have never thought of baby names?" Killian chuckled as he slipped on his shoes.

Emma shrugged, "I'm not having a kid again, so it doesn't matter," She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "That was like... the universe's way of telling me I'm not mother material."

Killian kissed her lips, "Just say your favorite name."

She giggled, clenching her eyes in thought, "Millie."

"Millie?" He questioned back, "Millie... Millie," he let the name roll off his tongue a few times, "Alright, I'll take it."

Emma kissed his lips again, "Don't go?" She asked, scooting closer to the end of the bed and wrapping her legs around his waist.

He pulled her off the bed and continued kissing her as he held her against his chest, "I've got a flight," he sighed, breaking their kiss.

She made sure her legs grew tighter around him, "Catch the next one," Emma whined, something she rarely did, but a horny Emma does not count.

Killian turned around, pushing Emma up against the wall and connected their lips again, "One more time, then I'm leaving," he held onto her legs, slowly trailing his hand higher up her thigh.

"Deal." 

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Hope you enjoyed! What do you think of the name Evelyn Millie Jones? I like it. I love the name Evelyn, so elegant! 

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-Rose