In The Darkest of Times (CaptainSwan)

We Don't Do Things Apart

Emma's Pov

"I love you," I hear him whisper, as his hand drops away from the door.

I slam my fists against the wooden door, sobbing. My fists sting, but I continue pounding, but not for much longer because with caring for my baby and me I get exhausted all too easily.

I sloppily throw my palms at the door until I have no energy left at all. My hand collides with the door one more time before I collapse. My hands wearily come in contact with the door and my head falls against the wood.

Cries wrack my body as I all but crumble to the floor, my palms sliding against the worn wood. I lean against it. My tears slowly subsiding, as I curl into a ball at the base of the door.

"Come back to me. Don't leave me," I whisper more to myself than to Killian who I know hasn't left the other side of the door.

Once I give up on trying to fight uselessly against the door, I hear his footstep trudge down the stairs and it only gets me whimpering again.

How could he leave me like this? He knows we do things together no matter the danger. I can handle myself. So how could he do this to me? Lock me up like a prisoner? Like the orphan that I am?

People in my past were always trying to keep me locked away from happiness, but I never thought Killian would. But I guess I was wrong about someone I trusted. Again.

Deep down I knew he was only doing it to protect me, but my walls built right back up when he slammed and locked that door. I had no magic to open the door and after the break in we made sure all our doors were picking proof, so there was no way I was getting out of here. The window was too high and there was no other way out. I felt completely trapped. And I was.

After what felt like forever, I pick myself up off the ground and move to the bed, collapsing once again on the sheets, crying into my pillow. I thought I had already used up all my tears, but apparently not, because they kept falling.

I must have cried myself to sleep because I am shaken awake by someone. I slowly open my eyes, but as soon as I realize what has happened, I scoot away from the person, thinking Killian is the one that tried to wake me.

"It's okay. It's just me, mom," Henry says from the other side of the bed.

I sigh in relief, but I don't want to have Henry to see me like this. I probably look awful, but I am too exhausted to do anything about it.

"Dad said you wouldn't be too happy with him. He said he had some things to do and that I should keep you company," Henry says quietly.

I stay silent. I love Henry, but I just can't seem to get myself to do anything right now.

"I brought Granny's," Henry adds, holding up a Granny's to-go bag.

"I'm not really hungry Henry," I say, sitting up.

"I thought you might not be, but I think you should eat mom. For me? We don't have to talk about dad or anything. We can just talk like old times," Henry says.

When did he become so mature?

"Okay," I say, "Come here first."

Henry crawls over to the other side of the bed.

I hug him. He hugs me back.

"I've missed this. Just us two," he says.

"I know kid, me too."

Soon we are laughing, eating Granny's onion rings and grilled cheese. Turns out I was actually hungry, but my stomach still turns whenever my thoughts turn to Henry.