Author's note: Apologies for the lateness! I've been very busy lately, so I haven't had as much time to write as I would like. Also, we just got a new kitten and he likes my keyboard. I think I got all the weird keystrokes out, but in case I haven't, now you know. I hope you enjoy this update.

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Chapter 4

"Scarlett!" Killian rifled through the crate, searching for his spyglass. He'd have sworn he'd left it there after the short shakedown cruise, but it was nowhere to be found.

"Yes, milord?"

Killian growled. "Captain," he corrected. "Have you been cleaning in here?"

"No, sir. You asked me not to."

Someone who actually listens when I speak, he thought ruefully. How refreshing. "Find Mr. Smee. Report back on the state of the Jolly, would you?"

"Planning a journey, sir?"

Killian snapped the crate shut. "Aye. Keep quiet and you might get to tag along."

"Why would I want ta do that?"

"Sense of adventure? See the world? Get away from whatever brought you here in the first place?" Killian recognized a man who was running from his past when he saw one. He didn't know what Scarlett had done, and he didn't ask. The young man performed his small duties well enough; Killian was starting to like him. He never overstepped in his need to be "helpful," unlike all the other young men Snow foisted on him.

Will didn't flinch. "I'll just go check in with Mr. Smee. Sir."

Emma appeared from the nursery. "Everything okay?"

"Aye, I was just looking for my spyglass."

"Oh. Sorry." To his bewilderment, she hurried back into the nursery then returned, his spyglass in her hand. "You were sleeping; I didn't have the heart to wake you. I couldn't sleep so I decided to do some stargazing. It's been a while; I'm out of practice." If they were going to go to Arendelle, then she was determined to pull her own weight on the journey.

Killian crossed the room, covering her hand with his. "Everything I have belongs to you, love. No harm done."

She smiled. It meant so much to her that he was willing to go on this journey with her. She stood up on her toes and kissed his lips sweetly. "I missed my teacher."

"You could have woken me."

"You've been working so hard, I wanted to let you sleep."

"Spending time with you means more to me than sleep."

She laid the glass aside and took his hand, guiding him to the balcony of their apartment. It was warm, a delicious smelling breeze blew in from the bay. Killian slid his arms around her waist; Emma leaned back against him. His hand and hook rested on her belly, possessively; Emma's eyes closed as peace washed over her. She was having a good day, a good week, if she was being honest. Perhaps the knowledge that they were actually going to do something had calmed the voice in her head.

"I've always admired this view," Killian murmured in her ear.

"It is pretty." The sun glinted off the bay, making it sparkle. The Jolly Roger rested in her berth, majestic and stately. She could see the entrance to the wider ocean in the distance; it made her yearn for the feel of the wind in her hair and sway of the ship under her feet.

"I wasn't talking about the view out the window, Princess."

She bit her lip. "Yeah?"

"Oh yes." He ducked his head, sliding his lips over her elegant throat. Emma rolled her hips enticingly, humming as he nipped at her flesh. They were due to be at another dinner with her parents and other incoming guests, but this was a far more enjoyable way to pass the time. Emma turned in his arms, drawing his mouth down to hers. The kiss was slow, thorough, sending sparks through her blood. "Here, my darling?"

She grabbed his hips, pulling him with her as she backed into the solid stone railing. "That a problem, pirate?"

"Naughty minx." His hand slid down her spine, loosening the stays of her gown. He groaned softly as her hands slid down his torso, cupping his crotch and stroking. He hardened quickly, rocking into her touch. "I didn't know you were such an exhibitionist, lass."

"Screaming orgasms on the Jolly with your crew right outside wasn't a clue?" She had to release him long enough for him to yank the top of her gown off, sleeves and bodice falling to the floor. She shrugged down her shift, exposing her breasts to the air. Killian sucked a nipple between his lips; Emma bit back a moan. "Or…sucking you off as you sat on my father's throne?" During her pregnancy, her libido remained intense; they christened many rooms in the castle. Those were among some of her favorite memories.

"Fucking hell, woman," he cursed. He licked and suckled her nipples like a man starved, her words driving him crazy.

"Need you," she breathed, plucking at the laces of his trousers. She slid her hand inside, curling it around his hot velvet shaft. "Need this."

"You'll get what you need," he murmured. Killian shrugged off his vest then captured her mouth in a hungry kiss. "Get on your knees, Princess."

Emma dropped quickly, her skirts cushioning her knees on the hard stone. She looked up at him through her lashes, her fingers playing over aching nipples. Each touch sent waves of need to her core. She spread her knees as wide as she could, making it harder to ease the ache inside her. That was reserved for Killian alone.

Gods, how debauched she looked! How beautiful! Killian ran his fingers through her hair, settling in the back of her head. Emma took the hint, leaning forward and licking his gorgeous cock from root to tip. She ran wet kisses over his turgid flesh, craving the needy moans that tumbled from his lips. She fondled his sac; it was heavy in her hand. She paid special attention to the sensitive spot just below the belled head; Killian tightened his grip on her hair instinctively. The pain sent a flush of heat to her core; she moaned around him. "More, lass," he breathed. "Suck me down. Please."

She ran her tongue over the throbbing vein, teasing him, until she took him into her mouth. She moved slowly, sucking lightly on the very tip of him, precum salty on her tongue. Killian fought to remain still, eager to give her free reign over his body. "That's it, sweetheart. So good."

Emma hollowed out her cheeks, licking firmly with every bob of her head. She recalled vividly the first time she did this for him, his gentle guidance, his needy chants of her name. It quickly became one of Emma's favorite things, a treat for herself as well as him. It never failed to make her wet and hungry for him.

The wet sucking sounds she was making were too much. Killian pulled her off before he could climax, yanking her up roughly by the arm. Emma melted into his kiss, pawing at his clothes. "Naked. Now," she demanded.

Oh, she was saucy today! It was late afternoon; the sun was just starting to reach the tops of the trees. It would be some time before it set. Their apartment looked out over the water, but the palace gardens weren't far away. Anyone down there would know exactly what they were up to. "I'm going to make you scream for me," he growled. "Everyone will know."

"God yes." Her one concession was a silencing spell around the nursery; she didn't want to wake their son. Spell cast, she fumbled with her skirts, desperate to get them off. The layers slid over her hips, landing in a heap. Killian laid her back on the nearby velvet covered settee, smirking at her coy smile.

"Enjoying yourself, lass?"

She slid her hand down her body, gliding her fingers through her swollen sex. Killian bit back a groan, his cock twitching in response. The way Emma owned her sexuality and her needs never failed to floor him. From the very beginning, she'd been surprising him, inviting him into her bed and begging him to deflower her. He considered himself the luckiest man in all the realms, astonished that this wonderful amazing creature loved and wanted him. "I like when you watch me."

"Hmm, me too." He yanked his shirt over his head, then dropped to his knees right at the end of the settee. "Show me."

Emma nodded, arching slightly to give him a better view. She spread her legs wide, for once not at all shy about her body. The lustful look in her lover's eyes made her bold; she wanted to take advantage of this feeling while it lasted. She cupped her breasts, kneading gently, her eyes locked on Killian's. The blue was nearly swallowed by black; he looked like he wanted to devour her. Emma moaned, wetness flooding her sex. Instinctively, she rolled her hips, seeking friction.

Killian drank her in hungrily, his hand curling loosely around his cock. She loved watching him masterbate, almost much as he enjoyed watching her. Gods, she was perfect! He would forever be grateful for how well they suited, in and out of the bedroom. "Fuck, you smell delicious."

She grinned. "Why don't you come a little closer, Captain?"

He didn't hesitate, quickly shucking his pants and boots. He straddled the end of the settee, lifting her legs to rest on his thighs. "Better?"

Emma shivered as his hand and hook slid up her inner thighs, her eyes drifting from his eyes to his cock and back. "Hmm, much." She dipped her fingers between her legs, circling her clit, teasing her entrance. With Killian holding her legs apart at the knees, she could concentrate on her own pleasure, spurred on by his fierce gaze. Her eyes drifted shut, need coiled tighter in her belly. Abruptly, she slapped her hand over her sex, jerking as she cried out.

"Bloody hell, love. Again. Again."

She repeated the action twice more, arousal leaking copiously onto the velvet. She pinched a nipple as she continued to spank her sex, Killian holding her firmly, pinning her to the couch. It was erotic and exciting; she sobbed as her first climax rocked her. Killian yanked her hand away hastily, his mouth descending on her still spasming sex. Emma screamed again, his lips and tongue almost too much on her over-sensitized flesh. Her fingers clawed at the top of the settee, hanging on for dear life as her pirate ate her out enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, bucking up off the couch, trying to ride his face. His scruff burned her delicate flesh, marking her as his.

"Love you so fucking much," he growled, lifting her up by the hips. "My naughty girl."

"Yes, yes, yours," she panted, bracing her hands on his shoulders as he settled her in his lap. Together, they angled her hips just right; she keened loudly as she took him in. She was so wet that he bottomed out, every thick inch of him stretching her deliciously. "Oh fuck, fuck."

"Hurt?"

"No, no. It's so fucking good, Killian."

He held her ass, encouraging her to ride him slowly. "Tell me."

She rose up on the balls of her feet, grinding over him sensuously. "Full," she breathed. "I feel full. So deep inside me…it's perfect."

"Fucking hell." He kissed her deeply, tangling her tongue with his. They remained that way for long minutes, locked together intimately, nothing more important than the pleasure they shared. Killian reached between them, unerringly seeking her clit. Emma gasped as he stroked her; she buried her head in his shoulder, riding him faster and faster, seeking climax. She trembled hard as she fell, walls spasming around her lover's thick cock. Killian stilled her hips, his own climax dangerously close. But he didn't want to come yet.

Carefully, he lifted her off him then rose. "I promised that you'd scream my name," he said darkly, drinking in her panting form. Her skin was flushed, her pupils blown wide, her sex swollen and abused. She was so fucking gorgeous. When she reached for him, he was lost. He jerked her back into his arms, lifting her easily and carrying her to the thick stone railing.

Excitement and arousal slithered up her spine; gods, she couldn't get enough of him. And here? Like this? This was perfection. Killian hitched her leg up onto the rail; he barely gave her a chance to breathe before he slammed home, his cock feeling so much bigger like this. She screamed, clawing at the stone while her pirate used her for his pleasure. "Yes! Fuck yes!"

Killian groaned, his fingers digging into her hip. He'd leave bruises, but he knew all too well how much she liked that. He could feel how much she was loving this, her swollen sex drenching his cock with every thrust. Gods, they should have done this long before now; his lover was stunning like this, bent over, whimpering as she took every inch of his cock into her warm willing body. Part of him hoped there were people down below, so everyone would know just who had the power to bring the kingdom's beloved princess to her knees, until she was nothing more than a quivering mass of desire and need.

Emma arched her back, a whine clawing at her throat. She felt incredible, pleasure coiling in her belly, cool sea air sliding across her overheated skin. "Fuck, Killian," she gasped. "So…fucking…good."

Killian growled, sinking his fingers in her hair and yanking her head back. Emma yelped, a fresh wave of need gushing from her core. This was the man she craved, the man who needed this as much as she did. It filled her with pride that she still had this effect on him. "Love this quim," he whispered in her ear. "Drenching my cock, you are. Feels so good around me. Could fuck you forever, lass."

"Please," she whimpered, time and reason falling away. All that mattered was him.

"Please what?"

"Don't stop. Never stop."

He kissed the shell of her ear. "Never, my darling." He slowed his hips just a bit, wanting to drag this out. Emma shuddered under him, her walls contracting instinctively around him. He moaned, his fingers digging into the soft globe of her ass. "Again, lass. So good."

Emma bit her lip as she obeyed him, clenching her inner muscles around his thick shaft. "Killian, Killian, Killian," she chanted, reaching back for his hand. She tangled her fingers with his, memorizing how this felt.

"Bloody hell." Killian released her hand for a moment; Emma whimpered as he abruptly left her. Before she could ask when he was up to, she was rolled onto her side, one leg left dangling over the edge of the railing, the other curled around Killian's hip. She cried out as he entered her again, clutching at his shoulders. Their mouths met in a sloppy kiss, Killian's fingers seeking her clit. Emma gasped, hips rocking automatically when he found it. He knew exactly how to stroke her, bringing her to the edge in seconds. "Dirty girl," he growled in her ear. "You want everyone to know who does this to you, don't you? Who fucks you so, so good. Say it, Princess. Say my name."

"Killian," she breathed, bracing her hands on the stone. It was smooth, warm from her body heat. "Killian."

"Louder. They can't hear you."

"Killian!" The one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced gripped her, her body twitching as liquid gushed from her. Killian had to pull out briefly as she climaxed, his thumb rubbing her clit furiously. When the flow stopped, he pushed back in, her walls still fluttering, her body sapped. Emma whimpered, sagging into his chest. She clutched at him as he rode her, seeking his own pleasure. She felt him pulse inside her, his warm seed filling her. He grunted something that sounded like her name, but Emma was too out of it to make it out. Aftershocks gripped her, his high feeding hers, wringing the last drops of pleasure from her.

Killian held her close; their heartbeats the only sound. Emma snuggled into him, burying her face in his shoulder. As their breathing returned to normal, he stroked her back, once again marveling at this incredible woman he married. "We should get you cleaned up."

"Is that an invitation, Captain?"

"I didn't know I needed to invite my wife to bathe with me."

She smiled into his shoulder. "You don't." Killian tipped her head back; she hummed into his kiss. "That was amazing."

"Aye." He felt her shiver. "Cold?"

"Maybe a little." It was warm, but the air coming in off the water was cool. Both were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, but it was drying slowly. Without another word, he scooped her up and carried her back into their bedroom. Once she was settled on the bed, he cleaned gently between her legs then handed her a robe.

"Rest while I see to our bath?"

"I think I might check on Liam."

"Okay." Killian waited into she was in the nursery before retrieving his pants and shirt. Once he was decent, he summoned his new valet to fetch them a bath.

Emma smiled as she looked down at her son. He was still asleep; her spell worked! Like the depression, her magic seemed to be on the upswing the last few days. Ever since they decided to go to Arendelle, she'd felt better. It probably wouldn't last, but she would savor it as long as it did. They still hadn't informed her parents. She knew they wouldn't approve. There were a lot of preparations that needed to be made before they could leave; she used that to justify not telling them. But they needed to. Soon.

Confident that Liam would sleep for at least another hour, Emma returned to their suite. The steaming copper tub welcomed her. "How is he?"

"Still asleep. I figure we've got another hour before he gets hungry."

Killian grinned, reaching out with his hook. It looped easily into the belt of her robe, allowing him to tug her close. She giggled happily, enjoying the solid feel of him against her. "I love you, Emma."

She squeezed his waist. "I love you too, Killian."

He touched her cheek. "Ready for another adventure?"

"With you? Always."

He smiled. "I must admit, I've missed it."

"Me too. When can we leave?"

"Soon, I think. Once the Jolly is properly stocked, we can leave whenever you like."

"My parents will try to stop us."

"I'd like to see them try."

She smiled. This was one of the things she adored the most about him. Killian always believed in her, no matter what. "We need to tell them soon."

"Aye. We could tell them tonight, if you like."

Emma buried her face in his chest. "I think I want you all to myself tonight."

"Very well."

"Emma! Emma!"

Emma whirled around, a grin on her face. "Tink! I wasn't expecting you today!" The princess and the fairy hugged. "How are…things?" Emma asked cautiously.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?"

"Sure." Liam was with her mother; Killian was down at the Jolly. The latest meeting of the Grand Alliance was in a few hours, so Emma had time. Talking to Tink would be more fun than getting poked by seamstresses. Besides, she could just use magic to alter her dresses. Emma led them into the library, casting a protective spell around them to ward off eavesdroppers.

"Your magic seems to be doing better?"

Emma shrugged. "Nothing strange has happened in the last few days."

"That's good."

"I've been feeling good in general, so perhaps your theory is correct?"

Tink nodded. She waved her hand; a thick dusty book appeared on the nearby desk. "I've been doing some research, trying to find out anything I could about…"

"People like me?"

"Yeah. I had to dig deep into Blue's archive, but it seems like there have been other saviors. They seem to appear when the forces of darkness threaten to overwhelm the world."

"Oh. That's…comforting, I guess? In a weird way." Her status as this supposed savior never sat well with her; it wasn't something she asked for. She didn't even want it. She didn't want to be responsible for the fate of the whole world. It was too much.

Tink reached out and covered Emma's hand with hers. "I know it feels lonely, Emma. But I promise you, I will be there whenever you need me."

"Because Blue told you to."

"Because I'm your friend," Tink corrected. "Don't worry about those other saviors. You worry about that adorable son of yours. And his father, okay?"

"Okay. Does this book explain why my magic is acting so weird?"

"I found a few things that could be helpful. Your power is tied strongly to your emotions; there's a reason why it took so long to manifest. I have some exercises here that I think can help. Do we have some time?"

"Sure. Fire away."

They practiced. Emma felt like she was in a time warp, learning how to use her magic all over again. Only this time Killian wasn't there to encourage her. The book contained some complex spells; most of them were in languages Emma didn't speak or understand. She grew more and more frustrated; was this what the rest of her life would be? Learning arcane magic to protect the people she loved from a monster? There didn't seem to be anything that would actually help her against the Dark One. They had yet to understand how such a creature was made, let alone how to defeat him.

Emma didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid. Liam was eight months old; that was eight months where Rumplestiltskin could have attacked her. It was why her parents were so against Emma leaving the protection of the castle. Where was he? Why hadn't he appeared at the gate the moment she gave birth? While Emma was grateful, it was deeply worrying. Were they doing the right thing? Emma desperately wanted to meet the Queen of Arendelle, meet someone like her, but was she making them a target?

You're a target no matter what, she reminded herself. Might as well live your life.

"Emma? Something wrong?"

She sighed. "Nothing." When Tink looked skeptical, she went on. "Killian and I are leaving."

"Leaving? When? Where?"

"We're not quite sure, but soon." She explained their conversation with Kristoff and her idea about going to Arendelle. "I want to meet someone like me," she explained. "Present company excepted." It occurred to her late that Tink might be offended.

"Hey, I get it." Tink's wings shimmered in the light. "Being a fairy isn't the same."

"Am I doing the right thing?"

"I think only you can answer that. What does Killian think?"

"He supports me. He always does." She smiled, wishing he was there right now. "We both hate being cooped up. I know Blue and my parents and everyone else mean well, but I can't just stay here and wait for the Dark One to attack. Does that make sense?"

Tink looked thoughtful, nodding slowly. "It does. If you're determined, then I'm behind you."

"Thanks, Tink."

"I do have a question though."

"Shoot."

"What about Liam? Will you take him with you?"

"He's still breastfeeding, so we'll have to. Killian's down at the Jolly right now, getting it ready for us."

"Won't you need help? No offense, but a ship's crew doesn't seem ideal to looking after an infant."

Emma hadn't thought of that. The captain's quarters were already cramped; she'd just assumed they'd have his cradle there. It wasn't conducive to privacy, but it was how they'd lived during the first couple months of Liam's life. "Maybe you could come with us?"

"Me?"

"Sure. Aren't you like my fairy godmother or something? You could be Liam's too!"

Tink frowned. "It's doesn't work like that, Emma," she said sadly. "I would love nothing more, you must understand that. Liam is a wonderful child. But I can't look after him. He would need a fairy godmother of his own."

"But why?"

"It's a fairy thing. When a fairy chooses someone to look after and protect, they are committing to that person. For life. If I were to take on Liam as my charge, my loyalties would be torn. You and your son are both in danger from Rumplestiltskin. It's too much to ask of one fairy. Even me. I say this as your friend, Emma. I am so honored that you would trust me to look after your son. But if you truly want him to have his own fairy godmother, then it can't be me."

Emma glanced away. "I didn't realize it was so…involved. You're really my protector? For life?"

Tink nodded. "I am. I'm sorry I didn't explain all this sooner; it was nice, just being your friend."

"You're still my friend, Tinkerbell. None of this magic stuff would make sense without you. I can't thank you enough."

"It's been my pleasure." Tink lowered her voice. "I've heard horror stories, Emma. Fairies who became corrupted and outright dangerous under the influence and pressure of their charges. We're not much different from people. It's probably why Blue is so uptight about the rules." Tinkerbell suspected there were other reasons, but she didn't want to worry Emma unnecessarily.

"Rules you flout all the time," Emma commented with a wry grin.

Tinkerbell shrugged. "Just the ridiculous ones."

"Uh huh." She started to ask if there was anyone Tink had in mind for Liam's fairy godmother when the door opened. Killian strode through, his face lighting up when he saw Emma.

"There you are."

Emma smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. She wasn't shy about showing affection in front of Tink. Tink was the one who figured that Emma's magic was fueled by True Love. "Hey."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just telling Tink about our trip."

Killian cocked a brow. He was mildly surprised she was willing to talk about it with the fairy, but Tinkerbelle was their friend. If they couldn't trust Tink, who could they trust? "And what was her verdict?"

"I think it's an excellent idea. Emma and I were just discussing the logistics."

"Logistics? I thought we had that well in hand?"

Emma nodded toward the still open door, shutting it with a wave of her hand. "Tinkerbell thinks it's a good idea for Liam to get a fairy godmother. To help out."

"Why can't she just come with us?"

Emma explained the whole fairy godmother gig to him; he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I hadn't realized that." He looked seriously at Tink. "That's quite a responsibility, lass."

Tink let the comment pass; being Emma's fairy godmother was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She loved Emma dearly as her friend. "Liam doesn't need one; I just thought it would be a good idea to have someone to help."

"And he might have magic like Emma." Liam hadn't shown any signs…yet. But Emma's magic hadn't manifested until she was much older. Like his mother, Liam was born of True Love. That, for Killian, tipped the scales. If there was any chance of his son possessing magic, then he needed a magical mentor, just like Emma.

Tink nodded. "Yes, I think that's likely."

Emma suppressed a shiver. The idea of her son being burdened with powers horrified her. Would it make him hunted, like her? Would people be afraid of him? Emma herself still wasn't sure about her powers; how could she parent a child with magic?

Killian rubbed her arm. "Emma, love, what's wrong?"

"Sorry, I just…I don't want Liam to have magic," she said quietly.

"I don't think we've much of a choice, love. He's too much like his mother." Killian offered her an encouraging smile. "And I wouldn't want either of you to be anything different."

Tears stung her eyes. "How can you say that? After all the trouble it's caused?" Her magic was why the Dark One was after them. It was something that kept her up at night. It was the reason her parents and everyone else wanted to keep them caged in the castle. From her perspective, it ruined everything.

Killian gently tipped her chin up; the belief and love in his blue eyes never failed to move her. Gods, she was so lucky. "Emma, I love everything about you. Magic or no. Princess or no. The moment I saw you, my world changed. I'll keep telling you until you believe me. There is nothing more important to me than you and our son, yeah? I wouldn't change a single thing."

Emma closed her eyes as he pulled her into his arms, his embrace a haven against the emotions that swirled within her. She hated that she could still feel like this. One moment she was fine, the next she was filled with self-loathing and fear. Rosalind told her it would take time for her to find balance, but right now, it wasn't much of a comfort.

Killian placed a kiss right at her hairline; his heart broke for her. He knew she despised these mood swings; she hated to seem weak. But she was so strong. At times like these, he simply needed to remind her. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm right here."

Emma soaked him in, drawing strength from his warmth. She didn't know what she would do without him. "What happens now?"

"Well, we've got a meeting to attend shortly. Perhaps Tink could look after the lad?"

Tink nodded. "Sure." Spending time with little Liam would give her a chance to consider which of her sisters would be a good fit for him. It was the least she could do for her friend.

Emma smoothed down the creases in her skirt. Will's friend Alice had done a wonderful job; the gown was a deep blue, trimmed with a soft violet, as befitted a princess. Her neck and shoulders were exposed, her golden hair coiled in an elegant knot. She really loved it, which mildly surprised her. It wasn't that long ago that she would have dreaded getting dressed up like this. But with Killian at her side, it wasn't so bad.

As if by magic, her husband appeared behind her. "Gorgeous."

She offered him a half smile in the mirror. "I think your valet is trying to stay in your good graces. His friend Alice made this."

Killian huffed. "I hate to admit it, but he's not so bad. Doesn't hover like the others."

"Why, Captain Jones, you might just be getting the hang of this prince thing."

He pretended to scowl. "I hate to disappoint you, lass, but I'll never be a prince."

She turned, staring up at him through her lashes. "Good, because I didn't marry a prince." She stood up on her toes and brushed her lips over his. His arms snaked around her waist, holding her against him. She hummed, curling her fingers around his necklace as he deepened the kiss. The way his tongue stroked hers was positively sinful; the world shrank to this moment. The layers of her gown muted the feel of him, his hand on the small of her back, his hook against her ass. "Hmm, there's my pirate."

He chuckled. "I wasn't aware that I was missing."

"You weren't. I just…I love that all this hasn't changed who you are. You're still the man I fell in love with." There was never a point that she was afraid of him. Perhaps she should have been. She'd heard plenty about his past; she'd seen first hand his life as a pirate. He was capable of violence, especially if she was the one threatened. Yet she'd discovered things about herself as well. They were remarkably similar. They fought side by side. She would do anything to defend him and their son, without hesitation.

"And you are still the incredible woman I fell in love with, Emma. I see you struggle, and it destroys me. I'm so sorry, my love."

"I was due for a bad day, I think," she replied softly. "It's not your fault."

"I just wish I could do more."

"You could kiss me again."

"As you wish." He backed her into the wall, kissing her exactly the way she imagined. Emma ran her hands down his back, not caring how any of this would muss her gown. She panted as his lips slid over her jaw and down her throat. Heat began to pool in her belly; her fingers slid over his leather pants, squeezing his firm ass. Killian groaned into her neck, instinctively thrust against her. "Naughty minx."

"Complaining?"

"Fuck no." He sucked hard on her skin, right where neck met shoulder. His lips and teeth nipped and bit at her skin, marking her. Her knees weakened under his onslaught; Killian used his hips to pin her more firmly between his body and the wall. "The things you do to me, love…"

"Show me," she panted, thrusting back. "Send me out there with your seed sliding between my legs."

"Fucking hell," he cursed. "You're playing with fire, love."

"Don't care. Do it. Do it now." She reached between them, yanking hard on the laces of his pants. He groaned as she freed his cock, stroking him to full hardness. Once he was on the edge, she helped him push her skirts up and her legs around his waist. Emma clung to him as he filled her with one long stroke, the penetration burning as he stretched her. Emma cried out in pleasure, her skirts cushioning her ass as he rode her hard and fast. "Yes, yes, yes," she breathed, dragging his mouth back to hers.

Killian was nearly blind with need, Emma's request feeding directly into his pirate's instincts. Which was probably her plan all along, the minx. She reveled in his possessive need for her, the same need she felt for him. "Touch yourself," he growled. "Wanna feel you come."

She held up her skirt with one hand, the other seeking her clit. A couple of short flicks had her trembling, Killian's hips pounding deeply into hers. They climaxed at nearly the same moment, stars popping behind Emma's eyes. Killian's guttural groan went straight to her clit, sending waves of aftershocks through her as he filled her. "Fuck."

Killian let her down when her weight was too much; Emma held his head against her chest. They were both panting, tired but exhilarated. "Thank you," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair.

"Feel better?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

Killian raised his head. "Anything for you, love." He kissed the mark on her neck, angry and red. "I'm afraid I've made a mess of you though."

"I don't mind."

"Perhaps I mind." They were going to be spending the evening with royalty; he didn't want to embarrass her.

"Hey, I could never be ashamed of you," she said, cupping his cheeks. "I made my choice. I will always choose you. I like being yours, okay?"

He touched the angry mark on her neck. "I like it too. More than I should."

"None of that now. I belong to you. You belong to me, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Would this make you feel better?" She snapped her fingers, a triple string of pearls wrapping around her throat. It didn't cover the mark completely, but she didn't want it to.

The longest length of pearls looped down over her cleavage, which was already threatening to spill out of her gown. That was one aspect of motherhood he was definitely still enjoying. He traced the necklace with his fingers; Emma shivered under his touch. "Now you're just taunting me."

"You can punish me later."

"I just might." He forced himself to back up, giving her room to rearrange her gown. She used magic to relax wrinkles in the fabric and redo her slightly mussed hair. Her eyes still held the brightness of post-orgasmic pleasure, which filled him with pride. His own outfit was simpler, a variation of the clothes made for him for their very first ball together. Only this time his vest was a deep blue to match her gown. "Ready, love?"

"As I'll ever be." They checked on Liam one last time; Tinkerbell quickly shooed them away. She seemed to be enjoying herself; Emma felt a pang, wishing that her friend could be Liam's fairy godmother. She wasn't sure how she felt about welcoming a complete stranger into their world. She trusted Tinkerbelle.

She couldn't worry about it now. She had a whole other gauntlet to run.

The so-called Grand Alliance had been formed nearly a year ago, just before Emma and Killian's second wedding. In theory, it was supposed to be a bulwark against the Dark One, a demon who took pleasure tormenting innocents with his "deals." His attack on Emma convinced nearly everyone that he must be stopped; a subsequent attempt on Killian convinced the rest. In the time since then, there had been a lot of talking but not any real doing. It was obvious that magic was their best weapon, but no one understood which magic. Emma was the apparent Savior, but her well-meaning parents loathed letting her outside the safety of the castle.

The entire thing had ground to a stalemate.

Killian squeezed Emma's hand. "We don't have to do this," he whispered.

Emma shook her head. "Yes, we do. Half of them are still a little afraid of me, I think." Her mother's friend, Aurora, had been particularly upset about Emma's magic. Emma wasn't the only child born of True Love; why did she get powers? No one knew, not even Blue. There was a prophecy, but it didn't mention Emma by name. It might have been any one.

"Sods," Killian muttered under his breath. Anyone who was afraid of Emma was a fool as far as he was concerned. She was one of the kindest, most genuine people he'd ever known. The idea that she could use her power for ill was ridiculous.

"Be nice," she whispered. They needed this evening to go well. Perhaps if her parents were preoccupied with the Alliance, they wouldn't raise a fuss about them leaving for Arendelle.

"I will, if they will," he whispered back.

The herald announced them. "Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Emma, and Captain Killian Jones." No royal title for him. Good.

Every gaze turned to them as they slowly descended the stairs. Killian had to admit he rather enjoyed the envious looks he saw a few young men shoot his way. Emma was stunning as always, her cheeks still tinged with a hint of pink from their earlier activities. Then he spotted Sandorne and scowled. That bastard was staring at Emma. Again. He'd spotted the Duke lurking more and more; he hadn't mentioned it to Emma. He trusted her. Besides, she had enough to deal with.

"Emma! Killian!" Snow hurried over, looking very beautiful in lilac. "Is everything alright?"

Emma flushed, remembering exactly why they were late. "Fine, Mother. We just lost track of time." Which wasn't strictly untrue. It was difficult to care about much when Killian made her feel so good.

"Your father's been looking for you."

"Right. Sorry." Still arm in arm, Emma and Killian quickly found the King; David was speaking quietly with Philip and Sandorne. Emma groaned inwardly. She still hadn't forgiven the Duke for his "solution" to the Dark One problem. She managed to avoid him in the days since; she didn't trust herself not to say something rash.

Beside her, Killian tensed. "Love?"

"It's fine."

Her father interrupted before Killian could maneuver them away. Let the King come to them. "Emma, Killian," David said.

"Hello, Papa," Emma replied. "Philip, Duke."

"Your Highness." Sandorne bowed slightly, his eyes flickering to the hint of the mark on her throat. Killian suppressed a grin. That's right, she's mine. "Captain."

Philip seemed oblivious to the tension. "Emma, how good to see you again." He held out his hand for Killian. "Captain."

Killian released Emma and shook the other king's hand. "Your Majesty."

"Philip, please. After what happened the last time we were here, I think the formalities are overrated." The last few meetings of the Alliance, Aurora and Philip sent representatives; Emma wondered why. It wasn't their fault. Rumplestiltskin used Mulan to get to them. That was what the Dark One did.

"Is Aurora here?" Emma asked.

"Yes. She thought it was time."

Emma nodded. "And Mulan?" She didn't hate the other woman. There was no point. Killian was safe; that was what mattered.

Philip glanced away. "It's been…difficult. Aurora feels responsible. She had no idea Mulan felt…that way. Neither did I. She's been my friend for a long time. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for her."

"You did what you had to," David said.

"Tell Aurora that." Philip shook off sadness. "We want to help. That monster needs to be ended."

"Agreed, mate."

Emma spotted Sandorne attempt to edge away, which was curious. She didn't like him; she never had. Still, he was one of her parents' most trusted councilors. It might be a good idea to make peace with him. "Urgent business, Duke?"

He glanced at Killian before he spoke. "Apologies, Your Highness."

"I think we should talk, if that's alright?"

"I am at your disposal."

She squeezed Killian's hand before she let go; his gaze made her shiver. She arched a brow at him, but he nodded all the same. She led Sandorne away from the others, heading for a quiet corner. "First, let me apologize, Duke. My behavior was uncalled for."

Sandorne looked surprised. "As was mine, Your Highness. I am unattached, as you know. I was not as…diplomatic as I should have been. Please accept my sincere apologies."

Emma blinked. She hadn't expected that. "Apology accepted. This business with the Dark One has placed stress on all of us."

"Still, it was uncouth of me. And unchivalrous. I am mortified that I may have caused you distress."

Emma wasn't completely sure she bought that; Killian had threatened Sandorne moments after he upset her. She chose to take the high road. "As it happens, I have been unwell. That may have been a factor in my reaction."

"Unwell? Is it serious?"

"No, it's…well, it's something women endure sometimes after giving birth. I've been struggling with it for some time without realizing it. But I am much better now. My choice is the same though. I am quite content with my family as it is. Surely you agree that ending the threat of the Dark One should be our priority?"

"Yes, but my goal is your safety. Your parents are not as young as they once were. If something should happen to you or the prince…I fear the kingdom may be thrown into chaos."

"There is no safe place. Not from the Dark One. I will not stand by and wait for him to come after me and mine. I can't."

Sandorne's pleasant mask faltered. "You are not the girl I once knew." To drive his point home, his gaze dropped to the mark on her neck, peaking out under the pearls. Emma's eyes widened in surprise. He's jealous of Killian, she realized.

Her next words were hard. "No. I am a wife, a mother and a pirate, Your Grace. I will do whatever I have to protect my family. I will not hide for you or anyone else. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, Your Highness."

Emma didn't wait. She pushed past the chastened Duke and searched for her husband. She found him deep in conversation with Eric. "Hello, love."

She slipped her arm around him, smiling as he tucked her into his side. "Hey."

Eric nodded to Killian. "I'll leave you to your beautiful wife, Killian."

To her utter delight, Killian pulled her close, slanting his lips over hers. She kissed him back enthusiastically, hoping Sandorne got an eyeful. "Killian?" Emma asked, slightly breathless.

"I can't kiss my wife?"

"Oh, you can. In fact, I think you should kiss her again." He did so, boldly sliding his tongue into her mouth. Many of the guests would be scandalized, but she didn't care. When the kiss broke, she rested her head on his chest. "Have fun catching up with Eric?"

He nodded, his fingers stroking the back of her neck. "Aye."

"Talk about anything interesting?" She raised her head, using his hook to guide them to one of the small couches along the wall. Once seated, she curled into his side, so she could hear him over the music playing.

"He's heard many rumors about the Dark One, as it happens. Every time he's sent someone to chase them down, there's nothing but smoke. But I know that demon's out there."

Emma nodded. "I'm surprised he didn't try to attack when Liam was born."

"As am I. It still terrifies me," he admitted.

Emma cupped his cheek, his scruff pricking her skin. "Nice to know I'm not alone," she said gently.

His half smile warmed her heart. "You're never alone, my love. Not ever."

Some of the things she'd seen in her nightmares…losing him frightened her more than she wanted to admit. But if she couldn't be honest with her True Love then what was the point? "Neither are you. We're a team, just as we've always been."

"Too right." He didn't stop her from pulling him into a kiss, momentarily wishing they were somewhere else. They were in no rush, letting the rest of the world fall away in the sweetness of their lips. Emma didn't care what anyone else thought of her. She loved her pirate and wanted everyone to know he was hers. "Naughty lass," he whispered.

"Don't you forget it." She smiled his favorite sultry grin, then slipped her hand into his. "Let's get the rest of this evening over with."

There was a formal feast to open the festivities; fortunately, Emma and Killian were seated with Eric and Ariel. For once, Emma was grateful to her mother. She had to admit it was nice, eating with people who didn't think she was insane for marrying a pirate. Ariel was genuinely kind; she'd arranged the island they spent their honeymoon on.

"Thank you again for the island, Ariel. We had a wonderful time."

"You're welcome. Papa asked me to tell you that you and Killian are welcome, anytime. He'll keep you safe."

"We wouldn't want to intrude." That island belonged to them; Eric gifted it to Ariel upon their marriage, so she would have a place where she could visit her family.

"Nonsense, Emma. It's the least we can do."

"It must be hard, tied to one place," Eric observed.

Emma glanced toward her parents then nodded. "We took a short cruise a few days ago. I didn't realize how much I missed it."

"Liam had the time of his life," Killian said proudly. "He'll be a natural."

Emma smiled fondly. Killian was so cute when he spoke of their son. He was such a wonderful father, just as she knew he would. "We can't wait to take him again."

"Any plans?"

Killian shrugged. "Perhaps. Neither of us are good at waiting."

Ariel looked wistful and a bit sad. Emma remembered belatedly that she and Eric didn't have any children of their own. Emma had never asked why. She decided to change the subject.

After the feast, the key players in the alliance retired to the Council room. They arranged themselves around the circular table; more than one pair of eyes focused on Emma. She refused to be cowed, holding her head up. She refused to apologize for who she was or who she loved.

David called the meeting to order. "Thank you all for coming. Snow and I are grateful to see so many friends make the trip personally. Your support for this alliance is appreciated."

"Is there any news?" someone asked.

They went around the table, each representative giving a report. As Killian suspected, it was more of the same. Eric's was the most substantial, but even that didn't present them with any solid leads.

"We can't just sit around waiting for the Dark One to slither out of his hole," Killian said at last. "That's not doing anyone any good."

"We should avoid him until we have an effective weapon," someone else said.

"I'm the Savior," Emma cut in. "Rumplestiltskin is my responsibility."

"I thought you didn't want to be this Savior," Aurora said.

Emma sighed. "I don't. But it's the hand I've been dealt. If I can stop him, I will. But I need to know what I'm fighting. There has to be something out there that can help. Where did the Dark One come from? We know Rumplestiltskin isn't the first. There are records of the Dark One going back centuries. How did such a malevolent force come to be? These are the questions that need to be answered before we find him." Otherwise, she didn't stand a chance.

Killian folded her hand into his as she resumed her seat. He was so proud of her. This wasn't the fate she wanted, but she was more than equal to it.

"What about the fairies? Can't they help?"

Blue appeared in a flash, hovering over the center of the round table. "Yes?"

"Blue," Snow said, just as surprised as anyone else. "This is a surprise."

"I thought I was summoned?"

"Not as such, but thank you for coming," Emma said. She'd been hoping to confront the fairy for some time. Blue smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Emma refused to be intimidated. Blue had been acting sketchy for some time, but she hadn't said anything to her parents or their allies. The only one who knew of her frustrations were Killian and Tinkerbelle. "We were wondering if there was any progress in the search for exactly how I'm supposed to defeat the Dark One."

"I've been supervising the search personally," Blue replied, her voice almost sugary sweet. "But there are many legends about the Dark One's powers and origins. You must appreciate how difficult it is to separate fact from fiction."

"It seems to me that fact can be thin when it comes to magic," Killian muttered.

"All the more reason to take our time. The Dark One is cunning and ruthless."

"You say that like I don't know what he's capable of," Emma shot back. "He tried to kill me for my power. He used someone else to try and murder my husband. Or have you forgotten all that?"

Blue frowned. "Of course I haven't."

"Emma," Snow chided gently. "Blue's only trying to help."

"Is she?" Emma demanded. "Then why has she been preventing Tinkerbelle from receiving my letters? I needed her and all I got was silence. For days."

"That's a serious accusation," her father said, surprised.

"Ask Tinkerbelle. She'll tell you. I've had to put a spell on them so only Tink could open them."

"Blue?"

"I don't know what happened, but I promise I will find out."

"We're grateful for all your help," Snow said, smiling as if that were the end of it. Emma struggled not to grind her teeth in frustration. Blue had been too close to her parents for too long. She'd kept Emma's powers a secret, but they'd accepted her reasoning without too much protest. They just couldn't see what Emma saw.

Discussion moved on to other topics. Emma sat heavily, sagging in her chair. Killian reached over and rubbed her shoulders. How long would her parents treat her like a child? They were happy enough to see her married (although, he knew he was not the groom they'd imagined) and become a mother, but in every other way, they still treated her like she didn't know her own mind. It only got worse the longer they stayed here.

Emma was slowly suffocating, and it was killing him.

"Why won't they listen?" Emma huffed when they returned to their suite.

"I don't know, sweetheart. They've clearly trusted her for a long time."

"And I was accusing her of mail going awry," she sighed. "But you think it's suspicious too, right?"

He nodded. "Aye, I do. There's always been something about her I've never quite trusted."

Emma wrapped her arms around him. "Thanks."

He kissed the crown of her head. "Of course." He led them into the nursery; seeing Liam always calmed her. Tinkerbelle had left; Greta was watching the crawling prince. Emma ducked down and scooped him up; Liam broke out in happy giggles. Greta slipped away with a fond smile, leaving the little family alone. Neither cared about the mess to their fine clothes as they played with their son, allowing their earlier cares fall away. It wasn't until Liam was fed and tucked into bed that Emma considered things once more.

"What are we going to do?"

"Exactly what we planned. The Jolly's almost ready. I think say we can set sail by the end of the week."

"What about Liam? What do you think about him having his own fairy godmother?"

"I think it's a good idea. He's going to be extraordinary, just like his mother."

"I still don't know how I feel about it."

Killian took her brush from her and began to run it through her long tresses. "It's natural to worry over your child, love."

"You don't."

"Of course I do. I worry about the sort of man he'll be. I worry that I will be a disappointment, just like my father."

Emma stared at him in the mirror, silently cursing herself for her myopia. Killian had spoken of this before—rarely—but he seemed so confident most of the time. It seemed they both had insecurities to work through. "You're a wonderful father, Killian."

"Now. Things will be more difficult once he's walking and talking and thinking for himself."

She stopped his hand, turning on her little bench. "He's going to worship you. He already does." Liam lit up whenever he saw Killian, always eager to get his attention. Emma loved to watch them together, her boys.

"He shouldn't. I'm not exactly a…good man, love."

She threaded their fingers together. "Maybe, maybe not. But I love you exactly like this." With her other hand, she curled her fingers around his necklace and tugged him down to her. Their lips brushed, softly at first, as if relearning each other. Emma hummed as Killian leaned closer, pressing her back into the vanity. His knee forced hers wide apart, her shift tearing slightly.

"Another victim for the seamstress," Killian quipped, his hand sliding into the collar of the thin garment. Emma arched into his touch, shivering as his thumb grazed her nipple.

"Oh," she breathed, pulling him closer. "Too bad."

Killian yanked her up with a yelp, maneuvering them so he sat on the bench and Emma straddled his lap. His hook tore the shift into shreds, baring her creamy flesh. "No saving it."

A flush of heat warmed her. "Hell no." Their mouths met in a heated kiss; Emma's fingers fumbled with his shirt and vest. He allowed her free reign with his body, her lips sliding down his throat and over his collar. He'd watched her with Sandorne earlier, out of the corner of his eye; how galling it would have been for him if he knew that Emma was branded with Killian's seed under her pretty gown. She'd told him that Sandorne once fancied marrying her himself, but she wouldn't have him. Seeing her with a pirate must have grated on the ponce. But he could never make Emma feel like this. She needed the fire and passion Killian brought out in her; they both needed it like they needed air.

Emma coaxed his hand between her thighs, a little keen escaping as he lightly fingered her clit. "Hmm, there's my naughty princess."

She rolled her hips against his touch, drowning in the heat she saw in his eyes. "Oh my gods."

"Did you enjoy yourself, sweet? Did you see all the men watching you? Following you? You're beautiful, bloody gorgeous."

"But I'm yours," she breathed, trying to angle her hips to take his fingers inside her.

"Sandorne couldn't stop staring all through the feast," he added as if she hadn't spoken. "He wants you."

So, Killian noticed that too. She wasn't surprised. In fact, it only added to the fire burning within her. "Never," she swore, her breath hitching as she finally got what she wanted. Emma leaned back, bracing herself on the vanity, wantonly riding his fingers. "I need you. I want you."

Killian watched her for long moments, drinking in the faint flush of her skin, the gentle bouncing of her breasts. "Is that why you wanted me to mark you? Claim you as mine?"

She nodded hard. "Yes! I only want to be yours."

Killian cursed, his hooked arm drawing her in. His lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked firmly. Emma keened, shuddering, one hand flying into his hair. She climaxed hard, her walls fluttering around his fingers. Killian brought her down slowly, his mouth teasing her nipples until she was trembling. "Killian…fuck."

"Soon, lass." He helped her down, suppressing a groan as she ran her hand over his leather clad thighs. Her eyes were filled with hazy lust, locked with his as she expertly worked him. She stroked him through his pants, slowly loosening the laces. She was so stunning there on the floor, naked, hair mussed, lips kiss swollen, eyes bright. He gently cupped her cheek as she took him into her hand, stroking firmly. He stroked her lips with his thumb; Emma smirked just before she sucked his thumb into her mouth. He groaned, mesmerized by her.

Wetness flooded her core as she toyed with him. With her free hand, she began to touch herself, palming her breast, sliding her hand between her thighs. Killian couldn't take his eyes off her. Emma gave him a show, stroking her swollen clit, moaning around his thumb. She released him with a soft pop, lunging forward to wrap her lips around his gorgeous cock. Killian let out a yelp, his hand tightening into her golden tresses. Her warm wet mouth was heavenly, soft chants of her name tumbled from his lips. Emma continued to work toward her own pleasure, shoving two fingers inside to ride while she worshiped her lover's cock.

"Fucking hell, lass," he gasped. He didn't want her to stop, but he didn't want to forgo her sweet quim. She'd tormented him all evening in that gown; he needed her. Abruptly, he lifted her off him, raising her up to crush his mouth to hers. She kissed him back with equal fervor. "Need you."

"God yes," she panted. He'd robbed her of her climax; she was desperate for him. He whirled her around, coaxing her to into his lap, facing away from him. Emma's breathing hitched as she spotted herself in the mirror. Killian's hand and hook stroked her skin, his lips peppered her back with kisses.

"My gorgeous princess," he murmured. He could almost feel her faint trepidation, the tension that had nothing to do with desire. He ran his lips down her spine, one hand flicking her nipple, his hook sliding over her belly.

Emma's eyes fell shut; Killian's touch was both erotic and soothing. He never stopped touching her, coaxing her closer until she was leaning back against him. "Open your eyes," he murmured softly. "For me."

She obeyed reluctantly, her gaze locking with his in the mirror. She was perched somewhat precariously in his lap, but she trusted him implicitly. Together they angled her hips, her lips opening in a soft O as he entered her. He felt larger than usual like this, his cock stroking her walls perfectly. "Oh my god."

"See?" he growled, rocking his hips into hers. "You're stunning."

She reached back, sinking her fingers in his hair, hanging on as she rode him. Killian's hand splayed over her belly, holding her steady. She looked thoroughly debauched, skin flushed, eyes bright, hair a mess. And Killian thought she was beautiful. Her eyes dropped to where they were joined, his red swollen cock glistening with her arousal as she moved over him. "Killian…gods."

"Take what you need, sweet. Let me watch you."

She nodded, leaning forward and bracing her hands on the vanity. She used the leverage to ride him with long firm stokes, the angle rubbing her just right. She whimpered with need, her climax coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Deft fingers slid between her legs, picking up moisture and gliding between her cheeks. He teased her rear entrance, the pressure maddening.

"Come for me, sweet," he murmured, his finger pushing in to the first knuckle. "Need to feel you."

She nodded hard, her climax washing over her in a rush. She bit back her scream at the last second, recalling that their son was in the next room. Her body burned white hot, pleasure sparking every nerve. Killian rode her until he followed her in bliss, grunting her name.

Killian caught her before she could fall, cradling her against his chest. He kissed her damp brow, holding her as she calmed down. Emma deserved so much happiness; he would do everything he could to bring her joy and take them from their troubles.

Emma breathed in the heady scent of Killian and sex; she was sleepy, but she didn't want to sleep. This was a perfect bubble; she wanted to stay here. She made no protest as Killian carried her to bed, relaxing as he cleaned her up and slid into the bed beside her. She slipped into his arms, burrowing her face in his chest. "Thank you," she murmured.

"For what, sweetheart?"

"Everything?"

He chuckled softly. "That's never necessary, love."

"But it is. You do so much for me; I can't see what you get out of it."

"Your happiness is all I could ever need or want. I'd say that's quite enough."

"It's not enough for me. This life isn't enough for me." She kissed his chest. "We need to tell them. Tomorrow. I don't care what they say; we can't stay here."

Killian nodded. "Agreed. The Jolly is nearly ready. It's pointless to delay any longer."

"This whole charade accomplished nothing," she said sadly.

Killian refused to sugarcoat it. "Aye."

"We need to see Tink too. I want to find Liam's fairy godmother as soon as possible."

"Have you changed your mind?"

"I don't like it, but what else can we do? If he's like…me, then we have to do everything we can for him. Including asking for help."

Killian kissed her hairline. "I'm very proud of you, my love."

She huffed. "We'll see."