Captain Swan - Tangled Up In Blue

You be the anchor that keeps me grounded, I'll be the savior that lifts you up

As some you know if you saw the post I made about the contest, I struggled with this chapter alot. So I ended up adjusting some things.

I loved all of your ideas, some were the same - a cs proposal - but there was one I liked and I used a similar idea, but it won't be exactly the same, and you will not see it until the Epilogue. So I will announce that person before then.

I am so sorry it took so long for this chapter, but I have the epilogue mostly written as well, I just need to add a scene and fine tune it. This chapter is not as long, but the Epilogue will be massive and hopefully will tie up any loose ends.

I am so sad the ending of this story is near, but I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you will like how I conclude it. Thanks for reading and following along!

Thank you Lydia for looking it over and for all of your suggestions!

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Killian made his way down the stairs and started buttoning up his shirt when he came up behind his beautiful girlfriend in the doorway wondering who could be at the door. He could see little Ian's patch of hair from over her shoulder, his little hand clutching her arm. "Who's at the door, love?" As soon as he asked the question, he stepped up behind Emma, grabbing her hips and brushing his lips against the back of her ear, taking in her wonderful scent.

That's when he saw them on the porch staring at him and his girlfriend completely dumbfounded.

Killian lifted his head, eyeing them in confusion. "Mum? Papa? What are you—what are you doing here?"

Emma stepped aside to allow Killian to stand beside her. Ian looked at Killian, reaching for him and let out a giggle so Emma kissed her baby boy and transferred him into Killian's arms.

Holding Ian was comforting and probably the only thing keeping him together under the judgy, scrutinizing eyes of his parents. He took Ian's hand in his as the infant rested his head on Killian's chest. Cradling the little lad's head, his heart fluttered at the affections Emma's son was showing him. But he couldn't help but feel a bit perturbed by his parent's presence, why they landed on his doorstep out of the blue and why Emma seemed stiff under their gaze.

"It's nice to see you, too, Killian." His father's words were taut and short as he placed his hands on his hips.

"We were promised a visit, but haven't even heard one word from you in months, and now here we are standing on your stoop and all you can say is say 'what are you doing here?', not even bothering to invite us into your home?" his mother chided sternly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Aye, where is the respect we taught you growing up, boy?" Brennan added with equal intolerance.

"I'm sorry, I was just... I was just surprised," Killian replied once he found the words. "I wasn't expecting you, that's all. Please come in." He and Emma stepped inside, letting his parents into the foyer, shutting the door behind them.

"Would you like anything?" Emma asked them politely, but her expression was unreadable. Killian could tell his parents had already done or said something to upset her.

"Yes, we'll take some hot tea, please," Alice replied and Emma and Killian walked into the kitchen as his parents slowly dragged behind them, muttering something amongst themselves.

They sat at the table across from Killian as he cradled Ian in his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. Emma filled a kettle with water as Alice and Brennan studied their son's interaction with Ian, a bewildered expression settled in their features.