Fear for her unborn child, a bruised and broken Emma Swan is determined to escape an abusive marriage. After she drives a long way from home to a small town in Maine, she doesn't think her life could get more complicated... that is until she ends up...
It's here!!! This is the final chapter, and I'm a ball of emotions right now because I am so thrilled to present this to you, but I'm also sad and tearful that it's over. It's certainly been a roller coaster ride writing this and seeing how you have all responded over each chapter, but I have to say I'm ready to move on to other stories I've been wanting to write.
Finding the the perfect closure for this story was a battle, but alas, I was able to do so with some help. I would like to give a shout out once again to Eva for her ideas and never ending encouragement, and of course Lydia for looking the chapter over, pointing out my mistakes and for always being my cheerleader.
And I would like to thank ALL of you who have stayed with this story until the very end, the readers who have shown enormous support, always reviewing and the people who have sent me private messages divulging your personal stories and how you have related to Emma in this story. Thank you so so so much!!! You have no idea how much you have all influenced my ability to finally bring this story to completion.
So to help finish this story off, if you haven't already, I encourage you to listen to this song, which I took the title of this chapter from and reminds me of Emma and her story. Hands that Heal by Vaughan Penn. The video is at the top. Or if you prefer to see the lyrics instead...
And don't forget, any deleted scenes you would like to see can still be requested, so if there is something you wanted me to expand on that I never did, please let me know. I really had to pick and choose what to include and what to leave out because if I wanted to write everything I had in mind for this story, it would have been ten more books with thirty chapters each.
This chapter is dedicated to @Roseyposey310 who helped me out with this chapter with two ideas I used of hers. Thank you so much, darling!
Hope you all enjoy!!!
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"I think your mum will love you in this; what do you think?" Killian asked Ian as he held up the clothes on the hanger for him to see. So far the wee lad could only say "Mama" and a few other words coherently, but he let out a laugh and clapped his little hands. The outfit consisted of neat, dark blue jeans and a navy blue sweater with a blue, plaid collar, cuffs and the number one on the front and center. Emma had given him the honor of picking out an outfit for his birthday pictures before the cake smashing, so Killian did not accept the duty lightly. He had searched every clothing store that sold toddler clothes, inside and outside of Storybrooke, until he found the perfect attire.
Killian chuckled. "I know, she loves you in anything you wear." He dropped a kiss to the top of his head, curling his arm around his son who was strapped to his chest. "But who wouldn't? You're just like your mother-perfect in every way." Killian made the decision-he was getting the outfit for Ian. "Now we just need to buy you a new pair of shoes to go with it."
