Summary: (Season 3b canon divergence). Emma and Henry thought they could escape the curse taking everyone back to the Enchanted Forest, but one year later they wake up in the loft with no memories after saying goodbye at the town line.
A/N: We’re closing in on the end. I had to rush to put this up today because I am going to my camp then babysitting and I’m busy all day tomorrow and Saturday so I’m glad I could finish it now. Next update probably Sunday or Monday. As always thanks for reading, commenting and liking; it really makes my day :)
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She was six months pregnant now and
it’d been one month – an entire month since she’d told Killian that he
shouldn’t stay away; ever since he’d grown bold.
More often than not his hand found its way to the small of her back as they
were walking, or his fingers brushed hers across the table, he came before
meetings about the witch began and stay far after they ended – and the scary
part was, Emma didn’t even notice the change.
She would have liked to have been
able to say that the reason she didn’t notice the difference was because it
happened gradually, or Hook had been stealthy about it – but truth of the
matter was, she didn’t notice because it felt right, because it felt good,
because she didn’t want to question it because questioning it meant that she’d
have to stop it.
It was only when Hook was leaving –
after spending all afternoon with both Emma and Henry on a completely
un-witch-related movie binge (though it included the wizard of Oz, so Emma
could justify it in her mind) – and dipped down to press an unconscious kiss to
her cheek (that she absolutely did not lean up into, nope she didn’t) that she
noticed just how bold he’d grown.
Neither he nor Emma seemed to
notice until Henry perked up from his spot on the couch as Hook reached for his
coat by the door. “Do you think maybe Hook’s the father?”