Captain Swan - Tangled Up In Blue

ONLY A SNEAK PEEK!!!!!

A/N: I’m so sorry it has been over a month since I updated, and I’m not sure when I will be able to finish it, but here’s a little snippet that I hope you will enjoy. There is a title for the chapter, but it’s a major spoiler so I’m still deciding whether I should use it or not. Thanks for your patience!

Chapter 30

Killian curled an arm around her shoulder while the other one was holding Emma’s son securely against his chest, Ian’s little hand squeezing a tiny fistful of Killian’s shirt, which was still half unbottoned.

Alice was the first to speak, steady and calm, breaking the unsettling silence. “Killian, your father and I have decided to ignore your rude mannerisms, which we certainly did not teach you, and the fact that we haven’t heard from you in the past five months. Instead of dwelling on those things at the moment, your father and I would like to discuss the most pressing issue here - why didn’t you tell us you had a son?”

The awkwardness of the question and the silence that followed as Killian and Emma both gaped at his parents, dumbfounded, was so deafening, one could hear a pin drop in the room. “Um…” he swallowed thickly, not sure how to answer.

“The boy in your arms. You weren’t going to mention him?” Brennan asked, pointing to Ian.

“Oh, he’s not Killian’s…” Emma cut in. “I mean not biologically. Killian and I are raising Ian together, but I unfortunately had our son with another man - my ex husband. But Killian is his real father.”

During all of his existence, Killian was not sure he’d heard words so beautiful - ones that made his heart sing like it did in that moment. They had both talked about this before Emma had given birth to Ian, but he didn’t know, after she had left Storybrooke, if that scenario was still be on the table or not, and he didn’t want to pressure her by bringing it up, but apparently it was.

“You’re divorced?” his mother asked, as though she were offended by such an idea. “And now you’re dragging our son into your mess?”

Killian gritted his teeth, practically snarling like a wolf protecting his mate and pup against anyone who dare threaten to hurt them.

Emma glared at them, trying to compose herself. “First of all, my life is none of your business, and secondly, how dare you judge me? You have no idea who I am or what I’ve been through. And you certainly don’t know shit about my relationship with your son,” she spat.

“Aye, she’s right,” Killian quickly agreed. “You want to talk about respect, and yet you come in here speaking that way about the woman I’m madly in love with who lives here too. How dare you come into our home and talk to her like that?”

Emma turned her head, and he could detect a subtle smirk curving her lips as she rested her hand on his thigh, giving a delicate squeeze, which he knew was her way of telling him she loved him too.

“Killian, we’re only looking out for your best interest,“ his mother claimed.