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Numb.

Empty.

Void.

Ripped.

Lost.

Emma was feeling all of these things as she stared at the lifeless face of her baby.

She didn't cry.

She just watched.

Killian held the baby, more gentle than Emma had ever seen him. His mouth was open slightly. His eyes were clear blue. And he looked so sad. It made Emma want to cry.

And that's exactly what she did.

She sobbed and sobbed. She felt a burning fire in her chest and a cold ice-like grip on her heart. And she could only say one word, over and over and over again.

She said, "No,"

She felt Snow try to put a hand on her shoulder, a comforting motherly gesture. But Emma was done. Done with her Savior bullcrap, done with all the pain. And most of all, she was done with being broken.

"Get out," She whispered. No one heard.

"GET OUT!" She screamed. A light bulb broke. Emma closed her eyes. Everyone cleared out.

But Killian.

When she opened her eyes again, he was staring at her. His eyes were a faded gray, hollow.

And god he looked so sad she wanted to cry again.

"Was it his?" He finally asked, after studying the baby for several minutes.

Emma made a decision in that moment. She would be strong, if not for the town then for him. She would not cry anymore. She would not scream. She would build her walls higher than that damned beanstalk and she would not let anyone in except Killian and Henry. They were her responsibility now. Her top priority. So she answered his question, meeting his gaze.

"No." She tried to get out of bed, to move, but her legs were woozy, and she fell.

He was still holding the baby. But he could hold her too.

So he pulled her to his chest, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, and they held their baby together. He asked no questions; he didn't understand how the baby was his, but he didn't need to. Emma would tell him in her own time. Instead he said a name.

"Lila."

Emma lifted her head.

"What?"

"Lila. The baby's a girl, isn't she? And Lila was my mother's name." Killian explained.

Emma felt a small smile creeping up on her face.

"I think that's a beautiful name. Lila Mary Jones."

"Mary? Was that a foster parent?" Killian asked. Emma shook her head.

"It was my mother's name, when she was under the curse."

Killian gave a 'hmmm' and Emma gave a sigh and they both fell asleep. Leaning against a hospital bed and holding their dead baby.

They would've been a beautiful family.

The next few days fell into a monotonous blur. Emma refused to eat, and what little sleep she got was the replaying pain of losing the baby. Over and over and over again. And it hurt so much. She didn't go to the memorial. The whole town did, except her.

And even though she didn't notice, Killian had sat on the other side of her bedroom door, singing softly to her. When everyone had gotten home, and Emma had opened her door, he hadn't been there.

The only thing to trace to him was the lingering scent of rum and a yellow daisy. Emma remembered the day she had told him about daisies.

They'd been walking around town and they passed the flower shop, Game of Thorns. Without so much as an explanation, Killian grabbed Emma's hand and pulled her into the shop.

"What are you doing?" She asked. Mr. French was in the back of the shop, but he gave Emma a small wave when she entered, saying she could take whatever she wanted as a gift.

"I'm getting you a flower," Killian said. He raised one of his damned eyebrows. "Is that a problem?"

Emma couldn't resist the urge to giggle. "Sure," She said.

They walked around the shop for a couple minutes, Killian stopping in front of the lilacs momentarily then moving on to foxglove. Emma followed him along, smiling at all the bright colors and scents that weren't intoxicating.

She hadn't noticed he stopped, and she bumped into him. He caught her wrist and pulled her to his chest with his hook. He was holding something behind his back.

"Close your eyes,"

Emma obeyed and felt Killian's hand move through her hair and the spot behind her ear. He guided her to an area of the shop. He leaned his lips right next to her ear and whispered, "Open them, love,"

Emma did, and was greeted with a yellow daisy tucked over her ear, the mirror reflecting all the colors in the shop.

"Thanks," Was all she could muster. "They're my favorite." She swiftly turned around and planted a kiss on his cheek, and quickly left the shop.

"Someday I'll make you a crown, princess," Killian said to the flowers.

At one point, Neal tried to kiss her again. Just a light one on the cheek, but Emma still wouldn't have it.

"Go," She said. Neal pulled back slowly, looking at her. She said it again. He left.

He didn't look back.

They had walked to the beach, rocky and soft at the same time. It was calm and beautiful. Emma walked ahead of them, wind pushing her curls around. Eventually Henry, Liam and her parents were tiny dots on the beach behind her. She came up to a grassy cliff outlooking the sea.

She came to a stop at the top of the cliff, smelling the salt in the air. The wind was harsh and unrelenting, like dull knives piercing her skin. And she loved the pain. She looked below her to the jagged rocks surrounding the cliff. Everyone was far enough away…

Just one step.

And she'd fall.

It'd be a quick release.

But then she looked over at her family, and saw the father of her dead child joining them, and she remembered her promises.

She was being so selfish. So dramatic. So weak.

"Enough with the bullshit," Emma said to herself.

And so she stood a little taller and watched the waves the color of Killians eyes.

Killian had joined up with the group as Emma was having her suicidal thoughts.

Henry had smiled, big and wide, obvious respect glowing in his eyes. "Hey Killian!" The pirate gave him a grin. "May I join in? I have to talk to your mother." He looked over at David, who gave a curt nod. Liam could say words now. A 'Mommy,' 'Daddy,' 'Mma,' 'Nry,' and just recently, 'Killy.' It had made everyone laugh, including Emma. It was the first one in a long time, the first one he'd ever heard from her.

He decided he would like to hear it again.

He looked over at Emma, feeling the paper in his pocket. He had studied her walking for a while, and had memorized every feature. He gave Henry a clap on the back.

"Very well then!" Killian looked over at Snow, who was starting to walk towards Emma, a worried look on her face. Killian began to walk after her, laying a hand on her shoulder. "Leave her," He whispered into her ear. "She's a quiet storm now, but she'll rise. And we're going to let her crash against us and break against us. And she'll settle back down. But if you ask her about how she feels, that storm's going to come early, and we're all going to suffer from it. She's already going through the fallout alone, no matter what you think. She has to do this by herself."

Snow turned abruptly and faced him. Her green eyes were searching, and finally showed understanding. She placed a light kiss on his cheek, whispered a 'Thank you,' and walked back to her family. Killian gave her a small smile.

He walked up to Emma. She acknowledged him with a nod, looking just like her father. Killian stood next to her, reaching into his coat pocket. He softly placed a folded paper into her hand and gave her a firm kiss on the lips.

"I love you," He whispered, then walked away, leaving Emma shell-shocked and touching her lips.

Slowly, she unfolded the paper and stared in amazement.

It was the picture he drew of her.

When she was looking out at something, her eyes the only spot of color. And Emma realized what she was looking at. A new horizon.

And for the second time in a while, Emma smiled.

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