Can't Help Fallin' For You ~CaptainSwan Fanfiction

Chapter 33: Meet the Mayor

HI. THIS IS LATE. THIS IS AN UPDATE. THIS IS UNEDITED CAUSE I JUST WANTED TO GET IT UP. ENJOY.

Emma's P.O.V:

When I wake up, my surroundings are unfamiliar. It takes me a minute to remember everything that happened yesterday.

I'm in Storybrooke, I think to myself, a small smile tugging at my lips.

I stretch out in the bed I'm laying in, turning to let Killian's warmth envelop me.

This mattress sucks.

Shifting uncomfortably, my thoughts begin to wander back in time.

A few years ago, I was looking for a job with jail time on my record. My life wasn't the best, and honestly, it was pretty lonely.

Looking at my life now, if someone had told me back then what it would turn out to be, I never would have believed them.

I remember being in the foster system how terrifying it was. Day after day, just hoping that my placement would be stable.

That I wouldn't be given up.

But I always was. Being let down became a new norm for me, and one that I just came to accept as I grew up. That's when the running away started.

If I knew I was going to be given back anyway, then what was the point of staying? There was none. And that feeling of emptiness, fear, seclusion, and loneliness stuck with me until the day I walked into The Jolly Roger.

That was a hell of a decision to make. Who would've thought that going to get a drink job would change my life in the best way possible?

And now I'm here with my husband and daughter, about to finally meet my son who I lost years ago.

I just hope his adoptive mother will be understanding...

After being given up as a baby myself, it terrifies me that my son won't want to know me. That he'll be angry or upset, or even both. It's hard to count the number of 'what if's going through my mind right now.

I wouldn't blame him if he wants nothing to do with me. When I was little, all I ever wanted and hoped for was that one day, my birth parent would come back for me. They never did. Eventually, as the years went on, that hope changed to sadness, and then anger. Anger that I wasn't loved or wanted.

I don't think I could handle it if I find out that my son has been growing up with that same anger.

Plus, there's the fact that Leia exists. I have him up, and now I have a daughter who I kept. How am I supposed to explain that to my son without making him feel like I replaced him?

"What's going through your mind, Swan?" Killian says in a low, gravely voice.

I love moments like this. When we've just woken up and his hair is all disheveled, his voice deepening by a full octave.

The moments where he's so disoriented from suddenly not being asleep, and somehow he still knows I'm deep in thought.

"Just thinking about how to approach my son. I have the address and everything, I just..." I trail off with a sigh, glancing up into Killian's eyes.

"You're afraid he won't want you in his life," Killian concludes.

I nod, resting my head back on his chest. He rubs my back gently, laying a kiss in my hair.

"I won't tell you he will, because I don't know that for certain. All you can do is your best. The fact that you are here now says a lot, love. Most parents who give up their children don't give them a second thought after they're gone... but your son stuck with you. And you've thought of him your whole life, trying your very hardest to find him," Killian consoles gently.