FOOLS RUSH IN:

Summary: Emma Swan has been married since she was five years old. Under the old oak tree, she wed Killian Jones, her neighbor. Then, he moved away, but made one final promise, that one day he would marry her for real. See what happens when he returns to make good on his promise.

Fools Rush In Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Thanks to CSBB for once again organizing an amazing event. I've been missing Captain Swan for the past year, and having this has helped so much! Thanks to Lana ( high-seas-swan) and Kaitlyn ( Spartanguard) for their beta help. Go check out Lana's story when you get a moment as well – it's amazing! Thanks to Rachel ( Ladyciaramiggles) for the art she has provided. Also, thanks to Kris ( sambethe) for the cover art for the story and for beta help. All of you have made this story what it is! Enjoy the final chapter! On a little note, there is a part at the end that may not seem super realistic; but I thought it was cute - and hey, it's an AU so anything is possible right? All of your reviews over the past 14 weeks have been so amazing, and I am glad everyone is loving this story! I can't wait until next year's CSBB - i'm already working on a great idea for y'all!

It was a long week without Emma Swan. Killian was pretty sure he was in hell without her; but the pain he felt when he heard her speak to her friends about the real reason she started their relationship hurt more.

He walked around in a daze without her. His bed felt too large and empty without her. He missed her breathing, her smell, her laugh. He missed the way her eyes danced with a passion when looking at him, they way they glistened when she smiled. He missed her next to him - her body touching his, causing his blood to simmer in a way no one else could.

Yet the sting he felt when he heard the words leave her lips chilled him to the bone and made each feeling her felt for her hurt more. He missed her, but his heart was broken.

Never before had he felt this way. He thought the world had ended when Milah left, but it only took a few days for him to realize that she wasn't right for him and there was still light in his life. He thought he was in pain when his mother died, and the most important, biggest part of his life became missing; but none of it compared to what he was feeling now.

Emotions wracked his system. He was angry, and that anger would turn into pain and heartbreak in a second. The heartbreak would then be overtaken by grief and sadness. That would turn into loneliness and a feeling of confusion for how would he continue on without her.

He wanted to forgive her, wanted to go running back into her arms, begging her to forgive him for his behavior. He wanted to demand the truth on how she felt; because in his heart, he knew that she wouldn't just propose marriage only to get Henry. She must have feelings for him. However, he still had to question everything that happened. He couldn't help it. The nagging thought sat at the back of his head. What if she had only done this simply to get Henry?

He thought about it.

She probably only met with him that first night as just to get things over with - for old times sake. She probably only forgave him because it was the nice thing to do, something you did for old friends. When he brought up their old promise, he could see the confusion in her face. It wasn't until later that she brought it up again. After a long period of thought, he was sure-she was probably thinking that she could get Henry quicker, without having to marry a stranger or a creep.

The whole week, that was his thought process - even after Henry came over, trying to get him to come home.

His phone had been ringing steadily on Sunday, then he just got annoyed and threw it at the wall, mad at her and himself. But, he had forgotten he had given Henry his duty phone number - only to be used in case of emergency.

He thought back to the afternoon Henry called and came by.

"Jones," he barked out, picking up the phone, cursing whatever sailor had the balls to call him after he had called out sick.

Normally, he would have to go into work, see the on-call doctor, and then go home; but his commanding officer had been lenient. When he called that morning, his CO was surprised, but said he could just take the day, as long as his ass was at work the next day.

"Hey," a small voice, timidly answered. "It's me, Henry; don't hang up," the last part came out quickly with a nervous hint.

"Henry?" he questioned.

"I know you said this number was for emergency only; but it is," he spit out quickly.

Panic set in - every single worry Killian ever had about Emma flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong?" The concern evident in his tone.

"I couldn't get a hold of you. You have to forgive mom, you have to talk to her. Please, Killian," he begged. Killian was pretty sure Henry was at school. Things must be pretty bad for Henry to call in the middle of the school day.

"Henry…" he began, but the boy cut him off.

"Please. She's a mess. I've never seen her so upset. Never. You have to talk to her, let her explain things. Give her a second chance," Henry begged, rather quickly, which told him that Henry wasn't in class where he should be.

"Henry, this isn't something you can fix," he tried to calm him down, but his words did nothing.

He heard a ringing over the phone, probably signaling the end of a class period or the start of one.

"Crap," he heard Henry mutter. "Can I come by and see you? After school," Henry's words were louder now. Killian could picture him now; the boy was probably huddled in a bathroom, trying to get out the call before the change of class ended.

"Ok, I'll text you the address," Killian replied, not wanting to keep him, and knowing that if he didn't, Henry wouldn't get off the phone.

"Thanks," he ended the call with the thought.

Later that afternoon, Henry pounded on Liam's front door, with such a force that surprised Killian.

"Hey, lad; come in," Killian gestured to the front room.

Before he joined him, however, he took a peek outside, a little bit worried that Henry tricked him into the meeting and Emma would be waiting for him. He wouldn't put it past the lad. His aunt was the queen of meddling, after all. He probably learned from her. So, not seeing Emma sitting in her bug outside his house was a bit disappointing, but a relief at the same time.

"Killian, you have to go see her, listen to her," he begged, not skipping a beat, getting straight to the point.

"Henry, what happened between your mom and I, it isn't something I can just get over, you know that right?" Killian asked, hoping Henry would understand that even though friends can forgive just about anything, somethings were just too much to come back from.

"But you don't even know the whole story," his annoyance at the situation clear.

"That's not the point though, Henry. The point is, your mother lied to me; she led me to believe one thing when the other was true. She played me," Killian said deflated. It was the first time he was actually confessing his feelings about the whole thing. Liam had asked, but he kept it short, not wanting to think I about it - especially knowing Liam and what would surely be his insistence that Killian man up and listen to her before doing anything rash.

"But that isn't what really happened!" Henry's anger was evident. His fist pounded into the cushion of the couch.

Killian stared at him, eyebrow raised in question. He didn't have to tell Henry he was being unreasonable. They both were; but Henry's wasn't called for. Until Henry grew up, experienced love and heartbreak, he wouldn't understand.

That was it after all. The pain was bad because Killian loved Emma. In his heart, the love still had roots. But he wasn't sure the love was strong enough to withstand the hurricane she brought upon him.

He hadn't told anyone he loved her. At times, he regretted it - not telling her every chance he got, especially with his history. But, he was also glad he had guarded his feelings. His heart barely survived this blow, and he knew it wouldn't survive being ripped out and stepped on, which is what would have happened if he told her.

The pain he was feeling would only be multiplied if he had confessed his true feelings. Especially if she had said the words back, which he believed she would.

He knew it was an internal fight he would continue to have with himself. Did the love come before or after the using; did the love change her behavior and meaning; did the love have any effect at all?

"She promised, you promised," he heard Henry whisper to his lap.

"What was that?" Killian asked.

"You guys promised nothing would change. Before you two started dating or whatever. You guys said if you did move out, things wouldn't change. But they have," he replied. His eyes still down cast on his lap.

"You're right," he said, causing Henry to look up. "We said nothing would change, and that's my fault. I'm not gonna lie to you - things have; but I will always be there for you," Killian said, moving to sit next to him.

"Really? You'll still come on the field trip with me next week?" Henry asked, his demeanor already changing.

"Of course. The CO already approved my time off. I was going to the store later in the week to find a lunchbox, too!" Killian smiled.

"Good," he smiled back.

They chatted for a few more hours. Killian already knew that Emma would expect Henry home by seven, and time was ticking by. But he didn't want to give it up. He missed Henry's company, even though they'd only been separated for a few days. Killian smiled as he thought about it. Not only had he invested his life in Emma, he invested in it Henry, too.

He couldn't picture his life without either one of them in it. Even though he was still mad at Emma, even though he still couldn't start processing what everything meant, he knew he would need to start thinking about allowing Emma to explain and mending the relationship he had with her. If not for him, for Henry.

"I'll think about it," Killian said, as the TV show they had been watching ended.

"Huh?" Henry asked.

"I'll think about talking to your mom - about mending it all - but it'll take time. I can't promise we will make up, but I will promise that no matter what, I'll always be there for you," Killian said, a smile appearing on his face.

"Thanks, Killian," Henry smiled back.

Killian looked over and noted the time.

"I better be getting you back," he said, nodding his head towards to door.

Before they headed towards the car, Killian turned around to say one final thing to Henry; but before he was able to start, he was met with a force against his chest.

Henry was pressed again him, his arms wrapped around his back.

The hug took Killian by surprise. But, he enjoyed it. He wrapped his arms around Henry, clapping his hand against his back.

"I hope you and mom work things out; the house feels wrong without you," he said, smiling up at Killian.

"Aye, me too, Henry. Me too," Killian replied.

They decided on the ride back to not tell Emma about Henry's sneaky meeting. It didn't surprise him that Emma had no clue Henry had come to visit him. Mostly because Henry didn't lie - it wasn't really in his nature. So when Henry confessed, it made Killian laugh. Henry looked so excited to be getting away with it, the meddling, that Killian didn't have the heart to tell on him.

He was worried that Emma would come out and see him when his Jeep pulled into the driveway, but the doorway remained empty.

Since he pulled back out of the drive, his feelings had been playing ping pong.

He did think about Emma, and what everything meant; but he couldn't decide what he wanted to feel. Or, every time he came to a decision, a voice inside his head would talk him out of it.

That is what his week was like. Walking through like he was in fog.

Each day got easier though; each day, the fight between his head and heart was starting to die down. Things began to look clearer, the fog slowly lifting. At times, he thought he could even see the distance; what was there, in the place he so longed to get to, was unclear, but he knew things would start to lift soon.

It was getting easier for him to forgive what he heard Emma say, and the voice that told him she would never love him the way he loved her was getting smaller each day.

While he wanted to thank his own mind, he knew in reality it was thanks to Henry and Liam. Henry pulled him from the verge of a deep depression. Killian knew Henry was just as upset over Emma's words, so if the boy could forgive Emma, surely one day he could, too. But, unlike Henry, he knew it was going to take longer for his heart to heal; for the demons that lay in his mind to rest.

Liam was patient. He knew not to pry too much. He learned his lesson after Milah. But that didn't stop him for putting his two, or two hundred cents in. Each day, at least twice, Liam would ask if he spoke to Emma, if he was willing to give her another chance to explain herself. Each day, Killian's answer was the same - he just wasn't quite ready yet. He was pretty sure that Liam wouldn't keep accepting that answer much longer.

He could hear his brother's words repeating in his head.

You love her; so just go get her. Forgive her. You've both made mistakes. No relationship is perfect. Stop being such a wanker.

His brother was right, as much as it pained him to admit it.

They both made mistakes in the past. And while one angry voice in his head told him Emma's mistake was worse, he knew that it didn't really matter. Not really. Not in the long term.

There was only one thing that really mattered - that he loved her.

If he was being completely honest with himself, he had loved Emma - truly, madly, deeply loved Emma - forever.

By Saturday morning, his options were weighed, his thoughts fully processed, and his head and heart finally on the same page.

He knew it was going to take some work - that they had to build back up the trust they once had in each other, that their mistakes would take some time to fully get over; but he was willing to make that happen. She was worth it; they were worth it.

Emma Swan was the love of his life and he wasn't going to let her slip away simply because of a bruised ego and a slightly sprained heart.

He readied himself quickly. When Killian stormed out of Emma's a week prior, he didn't return to get his things. He didn't want to. It would make everything too real; plus, he determined it was his heart's way of telling him he would be going back soon enough. Thankfully, he did have a bag in his Jeep with some essentials, including the letters he had written to her.

What made him pack the letters that morning, he didn't know, but he was glad he had. He hadn't been able to read them during the past week, not needing a larger reminder of his need to have Emma in his life. He needed to be rational about it all. Reading those letters wouldn't be rational.

He moved through his room, throwing everything he would need in his bag. He paused though as he opened the bedside stand. The box of letters he had moved there on his first night back wasn't there.

Panic rode through his mind, matched with a horror of losing something he held so dear. Then he thought back through the week, hoping to remember if he took the letters with him anywhere. Nothing came to mind.

He came to the next logical conclusion - Liam.

Why did it not surprise him that his brother was behind his missing letters?

Liam was a meddler - not as bad as Emma's best friend, but he loved putting himself into Killian's life. Killian knew it was because Liam had to take over at such a young age, becoming mother, father and brother all at the same time. Liam wasn't sure which line to tread.

So while it didn't surprise Killian that Liam could have taken his letters, what left Killian stunned was he couldn't figure out why. Normally, Liam would have already prodded him about the letters, either teasing him or using them as a way to get him to apologize to Emma. But Liam had had the letters for longer than a few hours - since he hadn't seen Liam or heard from him since he left for work early the previous morning. It didn't really make sense to him.

Killian heard a car turn outside. An engine cut off and heard a car door shut. He glanced at the clock; Liam was due home.

He grabbed the bag off his bed and headed to towards the door.

"You git, you better have those letters; I swear to God," he shouted as he neared the door.

Before he was able to throw the door open to confront his brother, the doorbell rang.

He reached out and opened the door, stunned at what he saw on the other side.

Emma stood there with a slight smile on her face, but fear and trepidation shone in her eyes. Her hands were white, holding a box that Killian was all too familiar with. Her hair was falling down around her shoulders. She was wearing one of his sweatshirts that he had left behind. Her favorite jeans hugging every curve of her body. She looked absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. Yet, there was a deep sadness highlighting each of her features. Her eyes, while bright, were tinted red, signs of tears that had been flowing for days. Her skin was paler than before.

"You don't have to say anything. I know you're pissed at me, and me showing up like this is probably crazy; but I just had to say one thing. I'm sorry. Ok? I'm sorry, Killian, for everything. Liam brought these to me. I read them. I know that probably angers you even more, but Liam told me I could find my answer in this; that I could fix everything with this. There's something extra in there. Please read it. I'm sorry again," she said quickly, not pausing to take a breath. She thrust the box back into his hands.

Killian was stunned to silence and frozen on the spot. He barely registered his hands wrapping around the box; making sure it didn't fall to the ground. Seconds ticked by as he listened to her, watched her, and took in everything from her. Her words filtered into his ears and brain; but they didn't fully register.

Not until she turned and ran to her car.

He was still standing there, the box in his hands, watching her car speed off down the road. Why did she run like that?

The words she had blurted out started to register within him.

She was sorry; he could tell she meant it, too. The pain in her voice echoed in his mind. She had also verified what he thought - Liam had taken the letters. He had given them to Emma to read.

Anger didn't cover what he felt at that revelation. Most importantly because he didn't feel anger at all. Not anger towards Emma at least. He couldn't blame her for reading them, especially if Liam told her they were important. There was still slight anger for Liam though.

Instead, he surprisingly felt relief. She finally knew everything he ever wanted to tell. His words finally reached her. It may not have been exactly how he wanted her to get the letters, but he was glad she had them. His writing held more emotion than he could physically say. It was easier for him to write down his feelings for her over time than for him to confess to her his love.

The box started to feel heavy in his arms. She said something about the box holding something extra. He moved to the chairs that Liam had put on the porch. Fall was quickly setting in and the chairs would be useless in a few weeks. His hand reached up to scratch that spot behind his ear. The unknown of what she had left for him was driving his anxiety crazy.

All the letters were how they should be when he opened the box. The very first letter he wrote to her in the front. His handwriting noticeable, as was the drawings he had put on the envelope. The letters followed in order, showing his growth and feelings. When he got to the end, behind the last letter he had written to her only a month prior, there was another letter. Pretty letters wrote out his name. Like the letters he wrote to her, the address was missing. The name took up the space, screaming at him to open it. The envelope was simple, no special drawings or notes. Just his name.

He sat the box down on the table that was next to the chair. His hands came to hold the letter, raising it up for Killian to get a good look at it. He took a deep breath, a bit worried about what would be written in the letter. He knew it was from Emma, that she wrote the words that were on the pages found inside; but what they said was a mystery. A voice that he had pushed far into the depths of his mind came running back out. That letter probably tells you to take a hike, get your stuff and get out. Thankfully, another voice told him he had nothing to worry about - that the letter was something good and he should just read it and see.

There was one piece of paper inside, along with a photo.

The photo was newly printed, but held history. He instantly recognized the people in the picture: a younger version of himself and Emma. Instantly, it was like he was transported back to that day. It was the morning of their wedding. Their moms insisted on a picture of them before they left for school. They wanted to start a tradition, taking the kids pictures the morning of picture day. Also, Killian distinctly remember Emma's mom complaining that school pictures were way too expensive, so they would take their own pictures. Emma's hair hung the same way it did now. It cascaded over her shoulders, but the color and waves were different. Her blonde hair was more natural back then, the waves a bit more prominent. Her eyes were sparkling; the picture didn't do them justice. Her hands were wrapped around her lunch box, holding it before her dress. His fingers traced her face, knowing that in a few short months, he would hurt that happy little girl.

He stole a glance at himself. His bow tie a bit lopsided, but it was cute. His could remember his mom yelling at him to fix it before the pictures. His hair was only slightly wild. His shoes were shiny in the sun that was already casting its morning glow over everything.

They stood in front of Emma's house, her big blue door creating the perfect frame for the picture. His arm was wrapped around Emma's shoulder, pulling her closer to him. Her head tilted in his direction. They both had large grins on their faces; not forced like some kids would do for their parents. Their smiles were genuine and bright.

He held the picture for a moment longer, savoring the moment of the morning. He was so happy that day. He remembered walking tall after that ceremony. Sure, he was a little kid and it wasn't a real wedding; but Killian felt on top of the world that afternoon. One kid tried to make fun of him in the hallway when the boys had PE time, but Killian gave him a glance that told the kid to back off. For the first time, but not the last, the look did the job. No one could touch him; not when Emma was by his side. She always made everything right. Even now, even with him sitting on the porch, still a bit heartbroken about everything. Emma showed up, and instantly, everything felt right again. Seeing her made him realize that he was being stupid. Seeing her made him realize that life without Emma Swan was just shit.

Behind where the picture had laid inside the envelope was a letter. The handwriting drew him in quickly. Unlike Killian's military, uniformed handwriting, Emma's was stylish and beautiful.

Dear Killian,

I know that you are upset with me. I know what I did was pretty unforgivable. But, I need you to know something. What you heard me say - what you walked in on - wasn't how I really feel.

I'm not going to lie anymore and say that the thought never crossed my mind. Because, of course it did. How could it not? I've been trying to adopt Henry for months, years. Of course I thought about how you could help me. And I know I'm a horrible person for asking you to marry me under false pretenses. But I was worried if I told you the truth, you would run away again. I saw the hesitation in your eyes; so I asked. What I didn't expect was to fall for you so fast and hard. I'm also not going to lie and say that I didn't automatically stop thinking that. But, not for the reasons you probably think. I kept thinking them, because it was easier for me to think about that then the real reason I wanted to be with you. I was scared; scared of what you returning meant, scared of my feelings for you, scared of how deep those feelings were so fast. Maybe it was me secretly sabotaging everything, because I've never been in a real relationship with someone that mattered. But, you matter. You matter so much.

The marriage proposal was a mistake. I should have never done that. But, that doesn't mean what I feel for you isn't real or that I don't want to marry you one day.

I'm sorry for everything, Killian; but I also want you to know that I do care. I care so much about you, about our relationship that I can barely breathe. This week has been hell without you; but it's also been a wakeup call for me. The reason why none of the relationships I had in the past ever worked out was because of you. You were meant for me; and me for you. We were made for each other; and no one would be able to fill that spot you were made for.

I read through your letters to me. I read them a few times.

I'm at a loss for words on what to say about them. I cried, I laughed, I mourned. I was angry at times, happy at others. It was like they made up for all the missing years.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I'm sorry I let our friendship slide.

However, it brought us both to this place; to this time.

I wanted to save these words for your ears. I wanted to tell you so bad. That is why Mary Margaret and Ruby were over. I was scared of telling you, because of the thoughts I had about adopting Henry, plus I was worried you wouldn't feel the same way. I thought you wouldn't feel the same if you knew I even thought about the fact adopting Henry would be so much easier if I just married you. I was scared that if I told you all of this, that you wouldn't trust me, or my feelings for you. I never wanted my horrible, selfish thoughts to get in the way of something that I treasure so much. I never wanted them to hurt you.

I was scared to say this to you. But, reading through your letters helped me to see that there was no need to be scared. You have always been there for me, even if you weren't here physically. Deep in my heart, I know that you were always there; that if I ever needed you, that the world would intervene and there you'd be, waiting to help at the drop of a hat. Your feelings for me never scared you the way they scared me. But, I am no longer afraid. I know what I want and need in my life, and it's you.

I love you, Killian. I always have, I always will. It's not the type of love that can be scared off by a fight. It isn't the type of love that comes with strings or conditions. It's forever. It's deep. It's true. I know you may still be mad at me, and I accept that anger; but I still love you. You can hate me for the rest of our lives; but I will still love you. I think I've loved you forever, since the day our parents brought us home from the hospital. I've always been yours.

I know it sounds corny now, or crazy, especially after everything we've been through, but our old wedding day for me sealed the deal. I am yours for life Killian Jones. I've been your wife for almost thirty years, and I intend on being your wife for years to come – if, of course, you'll have me.

I know it will take time for you to forgive me. I know it will take time; but I'm willing to take that time if you are, too.

Henry will be my son no matter what; some adoption paper doesn't tell us who his parents are. So if what you need from me is a promise that this relationship isn't because of that, I can promise it. If you need more time apart, I'll give it to you, even if it's killing me inside. Because I've been selfish in the past, and now there is nothing I wouldn't do to win you back.

I love you. And it isn't because of what you can give me. It's not because of Henry and our situation. It's because of you, your soul. It's because of how you make me feel each and every moment of each and every day.

I love the way you take care of me and Henry, the way you cook us dinner, even though we are perfectly content on doing takeout every night. I love the way you look at me as we lay in bed together. I love the way your voice changes when you laugh – a good honest laugh, not one just for the sake of laughing. I love the way you've come into our lives and turned it on it's head. I love that Henry loves you. I love that you always know what I need when I'm upset or angry. I love that you make me laugh after a movie that made me cry. I love when you sing along to the car radio. I love it even more when you purposefully sing the song wrong or off key, just to make me smile. I love the smile you get when we thank you for dinner. I love the way your hair falls in your face if you wait too long to cut it. I love the way our bodies fit together, both as we are making love and as we fall asleep. I love the way you look at me, like you've never seen anything like me before. I love your hands, and how they hold me when I need them. I love your eyes and how they know absolutely everything about me. I love that you can read me the way no one else can. I love that your hand fits perfectly around mine. I love that you have an adventurous side. I love that you also have a sensitive side.

I love every single thing about you.

I hope that you can forgive me for everything. I hope that what we once had can still be found again. I hope that I haven't chased you away forever.

I'll be at our spot tonight, but only till 9 PM. If you show up, I'll know you want this just as much as I do. If you don't, well, I understand. I'll give you your space. But I hope you show up.

Love always,

Your Emma.

Emma's POV

Emma's hands were shaking. They had been since she got in the car and drove to Killian's house. She was pretty sure that her nerves were caused by the lack of sleep more than the fear of seeing Killian and speaking to him again. She was nervous about that, but more because she didn't think she could contain herself when she saw him again. She was pretty sure that the tears she had been sprouting all week would pop up again, even though she felt like her tear ducts were dry. She was nervous as to what he would say to her. Would he listen? Would he even answer the door?

When she pulled into the driveway of Liam's house, there seemed to be an invisible force that was pulling her towards the front door. All of a sudden, right as she turned off the ignition and opened the door, all the fear and doubt left her body. She was here to get Killian back, and nothing was going to get in her way.

Her hands didn't stop shaking though.

She held onto the box of letters tight. While she had penned her own letter to him, letting the truth flow onto the paper, she spent the whole night reading and rereading the letters in her hand. Each time the words passed in front of her, she felt a new emotion with them. She felt closer to Killian reading those letters than she ever felt with him before. She felt his soul and every single emotion. Even though he wasn't physically there, when she read the letters, it was like he was right next to her.

She heard yelling from inside the house. The oncoming voice made her grip on the box even tighter.

Reaching out with a still shaky hand, she rang the doorbell, which opened almost immediately.

A smile crossed her face when she saw just who was yelling behind the door. It was like a light was finally shining down on her. Killian's presence, even if he was just standing in the doorframe, a slight gap in his lips; made her feel at peace. The nerves were still there, but they weren't something she wanted to get rid of. They were good nerves, nerves that warned her of something good to come. She blinked a few times, registering every inch of him.

His black, inky hair was pushed back from his head. His jeans tight and shirt newly cleaned; no wrinkles in the soft fabric. Even though Killian looked good, she could tell he was suffering just as much as she was. There were dark circles under his crystal blue eyes. Evidence of a lack of sleep, which she knew she was the cause of. Seeing him, with a confused and almost upset look in his eyes, was like a sucker punch to the stomach for her. She knew she hurt him, but she never expected it to be this way. For him to look at her as if he didn't even know her.

She spoke before things got too awkward.

"You don't have to say anything. I know you're pissed at me, and me showing up like this is probably crazy; but I just had to say one thing. I'm sorry. Ok? I'm sorry, Killian; for everything. Liam brought these to me. I read them. I know that probably angers you even more, but Liam told me I could find my answer in this; that I could fix everything with this. There's something extra in there. Please read it. I'm sorry again," the words came out in a sprint, not slowing down for anything.

She thrust the box into his hands, turned, and ran off.

It wasn't her plan, but she couldn't stand there any longer. Not when he looked at her the way he did. It broke her to see him that way, knowing that it was all her fault. She had hoped that he would say something to stop her, something to make her stay. She didn't plan on being a chicken and running away so soon. He didn't even chase after her as she got into her bug and headed up the street. He just stood on his porch, in a complete daze.

The letter she wrote to him was tucked in the back of the box, and she hoped he would read it soon. It told him things she was too scared to admit herself.

There was something cathartic about writing a letter to the person you love. It was easier for her to get out her emotions on paper than it was for her to physically say the things she was feeling. Yet, she felt wonderful after writing them, knowing that he had the words she hoped he wanted to hear. She loved that he could go back and read them over and over. Maybe, if he didn't have it in him to forgive her yet, reading her words every day could help.

In the letter, she told him to meet her at their spot. She said she would be there until 9. And she would, she would wait at their spot as long as it took. She wasn't going to give up on them. What they had was so pure and right that she would be a fool to just throw it away without a fight. If Killian needed space, she would give it to him, if he needed time, she would give it to him. Whatever he needed, she would provide. She just hoped that he was willing to forgive her.

She paced around the tree for the hundredth time. If only she had stayed a moment longer, maybe he would have said something, something that wouldn't have ended with her circling the tree waiting and praying that he would show up. When she left his house, she still had 6 hours until her deadline was up. She thought about going to get something to eat, or walking around the park until it got closer to the time she said in her letter; but she couldn't chance missing him, causing him more pain. Instead, she marched around the tree where she first kissed him.

In the back of her mind, voices were telling her to give up. They said he wasn't coming, that if he cared about her in the way she cared about him, he would have already been there. They said that she was stupid for laying it all on the line in a letter; that Killian deserved to hear her confession rather than read it. They said that she was too vague and he wouldn't know what she meant by their spot. Every negative thought was running through her mind and nothing she could do would stop it. There was only one thing in the world at that time that could quench their booming thoughts.

An hour after she arrived, she thought she spotted him from across the pond. She got up from her spot that she had created underneath the leaves of the willow. Her eyes adjusted so that she could focus on the man across the way. Once they settled on the man, with floppy black hair and a hint of stubble, her heart died. It wasn't Killian. The man was too short and a tad bit overweight to be him.

Twice more did she think she spotted him. Each time, her heart raced and a smile came across her face with pure joy. Each time she thought that he was ready to forgive her and things would go back to how they were, only better. But, it was never him.

As the sun began to set, worry began to set in. While she would do anything to be with Killian, there was a large part of her that hoped and prayed that he would follow her. She hoped he would have read her letter and understand, then jump right in his Jeep and come to her. Maybe he hadn't read it? Maybe he did and wasn't ready for what she had to offer?

Emma's phone rang from within her pocket.

"Hey," she answered, noting who had appeared on her caller ID.

"You still waiting for him?" Ruby asked.

Emma had called Mary Margaret and Ruby that morning to tell them what she was going to do. They told her to wait a while first. They wanted her to make sure she didn't do something rash. So, she waited until the afternoon rolled around. She decided then that she couldn't wait any more. But she was glad she waited, as it gave her time to add in the photo she had found of them.

"Yeah, I don't think he's going to show Ruby," her voice broke as she said what she didn't want to believe.

"Hey, he'll show. I know he will," her friend encouraged her.

"But what if he doesn't?" she asked.

"He will, there is no point thinking about something that won't happen," Ruby countered.

"Just, what if he read the letter and felt it wasn't heartfelt? What if he read the letter and didn't believe me? What if he read the letter and doesn't care? What if he didn't read the letter at all? What if…"

"Emma, stop," Ruby interjected. "You have to stop. You made a mistake, you apologized. You told Killian exactly how you felt, and that's all you can do."

"I could have waited there," she whispered.

"And what? Forced him to read your letter?" Ruby questioned.

"Maybe," she responded.

"You wouldn't have done that, and you know it. Give him some credit, Emma." Emma could hear the annoyance in her friend's voice, but she knew it was only because she wanted Emma to see the good that could happen and not focus so much on the negative.

"But he just stood there when I was talking; he didn't say or do anything," she countered.

"Probably because you took him by surprise. Emma, you know him. You two may have been separated for years, but you know him. And what he did in the past, stopping the communication, was simply because he was too young to deal with what had happened to him. He's not that same little boy anymore," Ruby explained.

She was right, too. Emma knew Killian. Even though time and space had kept them apart, she knew him in his heart. Ruby also knew why Emma was worried, even though she hadn't mentioned it aloud. She was scared that he would run off again, stop all communication. It's what they knew. Ruby spoke truth again - Killian wasn't that same little boy. He wasn't scared anymore of hurting her. He wasn't going to run.

"You're right, Ruby. I'm just so nervous," Emma said.

"Of course you are. You are going to the dark side, my friend. I already lost Mary Margaret to it, and now I'm losing you. Love is a scary thing, Emma. It's not all sunshine and daisies, no matter what Mary Margaret says. Love is hard. You are putting your feelings and trust, hell even your own soul, into something that means so much. But, even though it's scary, it's worth it, Emma. I've never been in love, but I see the way it affects you and Mary Margaret. You are both better because of it. Killian makes your life better," Ruby's assurance helped her. She had never heard Ruby speak like that before.

She loved her friend dearly, but love wasn't something Ruby was about. She used to make fun of Mary Margaret for being in love. But something told Emma that Ruby wanted love so much, that sometimes she had to make fun of it to make it bearable.

"Thanks, Rube," Emma sighed.

"No problem. He'll be there; just give it time. Like I said, you probably shocked him when you showed up. Then, I'm sure you ran away once you said everything you needed to say." Emma rolled her eyes at how well her friend knew her. "Give him some time. Besides, I'm sure he is just packing up all the rest of his stuff to move into your house."

Emma let a small giggle out. Ruby had a way of making Emma feel better. She wasn't a crazy romantic hopeful that Mary Margaret was, but she did the job.

She had continued to pace around the tree as she talked to Ruby. They talked about nothing of importance, Emma listening on as Ruby discussed her latest adventures with Graham. On the last lap, she didn't see a figure walking up to her. She was too engrossed with a story Ruby was telling. As she completed her lap, she noticed the figure that approached.

"You came," she said to him, yet Ruby was still on the line.

"No. Unfortunately, the douche bag left me hanging," Ruby quipped back.

"Not you, Ruby. I gotta go," Emma said before hanging up on her friend rather quickly.

"You came," she said again, as Killian stepped closer to her.

As he came into the light that was slowly making its ways down through the trees, she saw him nod his head.

There was still a look of heartbreak across his face. Her words she wrote to him didn't do the justice he deserved. He deserved to hear everything from her directly. While the letter got him here, she was going to have to do the rest.

She took a deep breath, and walked towards him. She stopped right in front of him, barely an arm's length away. If she wanted to, she could reach out and pull him closer to her, pressing his body against hers. But, she stayed still. Her eyes met his. She couldn't read what they were saying. They were bloodshot, like he had been recently crying. They were timid, but held strength.

They stood there for a minute, just taking in the emotions that surrounded them. Finally, Emma spoke.

"I'm so sorry. What you heard wasn't something I was proud of. It was a horrible and selfish thing to even think; and I'll hate myself forever for hurting you like that. You deserve way better than me. I'm sorry for even letting those thoughts get into my head," she said, casting her eyes down to his shoes.

If Killian had a tell, Emma did, too. He scratched behind his ear when nervous, and Emma couldn't help but find the nearest floor and stare at it.

She felt a hand on her chin, lifting it up to look back in the face of the man she loved.

"Say it," Killian asked.

Emma didn't need to ask what he meant. She knew. He wanted the words she had written. He wanted the words that belonged to him. He wanted her to say what she truly and deeply felt.

"I love you. I think I've always have. I always will," she said, her eyes not leaving his.

She saw the change in his face as she spoke the words. His eyes lightened. Passion returned to the shell of a man he was. He stood taller, prouder. A small smile crossed his lips. Without any hesitation, he pulled her to him, crashing his lips to hers.

The instant their lips connected, Emma let out a sob. It was the first time that week she had cried because something good happened. The kiss told her what she needed to know, what she was so desperate to know. He felt the same way she did. He was hers and she was his. Their bond was strong and could outlast just about any trial it was sent through. His lips moved against hers, slowly but filled with a promise of more. Tears that streamed down her face met where their lips were moving; the taste of salt sprinkled their kisses.

Killian pulled back, stopping their kiss. Emma looked up at him through watery eyelashes. He had been crying, too. A lone tear sat on the top of his cheek. Emma reached up and wiped it away, just as his hands came to cup her face.

"Tell me again," he pleaded.

"I love you, Killian, I love you," she emphasized the word, so he knew what she meant.

"I love you too, Emma," he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss against her lips again.

"Come home, please," she started to beg, a bit a whine came out with the request.

He just smiled and leaned down for another kiss.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours. Every once in a while, they would stop kissing and just tell each other the words they needed to hear again. But, the real world waited and they needed to get going. Darkness fully surrounded them and Emma's stomach was beginning to rumble.

"I'm so sorry again," she said as they stood up from the seated position they had taken a few minutes after his arrival.

"I know love, and I thank you for the apology. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have run out like that without getting the full story. But, like you, I have fears that I can't always control," he explained.

She nodded, understanding what he meant.

"I promise that I won't hide anything from you from now on; no more secrets," she proposed.

"Aye, no more secrets," he winked, taking her hand in his, leading them back up the path towards the parking lot.

"Should we stop and get something to eat before heading home? I heard your stomach a few times and I'm sure Henry will be starving, too," he offered.

Emma finally looked down at her watch. It was still early in the evening. They must have not spent as much time near their willow tree as she though. But all the time in the world with Killian would never be enough - not in her books.

"I am hungry; but Henry isn't home. I sent him to Avery's for the weekend," she said, turning back to look at him as he stopped on the grass near the lot. "I thought we needed to properly make up before he got home."

She winked and walked to her car.

"See you at home," she yelled as she entered her vehicle. She smiled as she saw Killian race to his car to meet her.

"I'm glad you sent Henry away," Killian groaned as Emma kissed his neck.

They had rushed back home after their reunion. Emma was thankful too; but not just because the house was quiet. She was so thankful that Killian had shown up. They hadn't said much, Emma hadn't fully spoken about what she had said and done; but the way Killian kissed her after she said she loved him told her that she didn't need to explain anymore. The hurt and pain was old history already. Nothing would stop them now.

Killian had met her outside her front door. He had sped past her on the road, breaking a few laws as he did. It made Emma smile, even though she would scold him later for putting his life at risk the way he did. However, she got it. She needed him the same way he needed her.

Her hands moved up and down Killian's chest. His shirt was so soft that she didn't want to take it off of him; but she knew what rested beneath the fine cotton, and she couldn't wait to see him or taste him. She needed him desperately. She needed him to be close to her, to make her know that he was real, that everything was going to be fine.

His hands gripped her hair, yanking her head back just enough to allow him access to her lips again. He was demanding, more than usual. His lips devoured her, his tongue fierce and frenzied. It was like he couldn't get enough and was worried that he would never have her again. The need that pooled in her belly was just as strong though. As he took her lips, she jumped up and wrapped herself around him. Her legs pulled her closer against him and her arms held on for dear life. She never wanted to let go.

His arms moved her from hair down to her ass. His hands squeezed, causing her to release a deep moan. His hands against her felt magical.

It wasn't just the missing time that made them come together that way. It was the new understanding of how deep their feelings for each other ran. The love that had blossomed and bloomed took over their senses. Every touch they gave each other, every kiss, was filled with lust and love. The confession made everything brighter, hotter, and more perfect. Sex with Killian had always been good, great even; but now that Emma knew in her heart the feelings they shared, knew that they were meant to be together, things were phenomenal. It was like each look and touch was a cure for everything that had ever been wrong in her life.

Killian walked them down to the bedroom, never breaking their kiss. Emma's hands held him, her fingers dragging against his scalp under the strands of hair. She was panting through the kiss, desperately needing air, but not willing to stop.

As they entered the bedroom, Killian gently sat her down, her feet silently hitting the floor. They were both fully clothed, shoes still on. The second Emma had gotten out of her car and reached the porch, Killian pulled her to him, dominating her. His arms wrapped around her and didn't let her go. She fumbled to get her keys out and door unlocked. Killian didn't want to let her lips go, and she didn't want him too, either, but she knew they needed to get inside. She didn't need the cops called on her. She was also pretty sure her nosey neighbor Zelena was watching from her front window.

Killian bent down to start undressing her. He took his time, slowly undoing her boots, pulling them off so slow that Emma could barely handle it. His hands caressed her skin as they came off. Goosebumps began to form on her body with each brush of his fingers. He planted kisses outside her jeans as he made his way up, his hands coming into contact with the button of the tight pants. Her shirt just hit her jeans, leaving a small sliver of skin that Killian ran his tongue against. She moaned in pleasure, her head falling back, her hands gripping his hair. His fingers worked diligently, undoing the button and slowly working the pants off her legs. The brushed against her cheeks and his lips began to kiss down her frame, following the same trail they had taken on the way up. He still had more clothing to attend to, but that didn't stop him from pausing at her apex on his way up, breathing her in and sending shivers down her spine. The teasing was torture, but one she loved so much.

She didn't want him to stop, so she took care of her shirt for him. He smiled a wicked grin and yanked down her panties, quickly assaulting her clit, with his fingers. She let out a gasp, followed by a loud moan as he thoroughly kissed her. He reached around her and brought a leg up and over his shoulder, giving him extra room to play. She didn't think she would be able to stand; her legs were already weak and wobbly from the pleasure. Her hands gripped his hair tighter. Little squeals of excitement left her lips as he took little nips against her lips. She craved more, needed him more. He was taking his time with her, wanting to get as much as he could, show the love he had for her. At least, that is what she thought he was doing. He was cherishing her, loving her truly.

As one hand held her steady, he moved the other around to join his tongue. He gave her clit a momentary break, as he moved his lips to her thigh, and his thumb began rubbing small circles against her. She was close, she could feel it. It had been too long since she and Killian had been together, and it was taking everything she had not to fall apart. She needed this to last, to be in Killian's arms, secure in what they had. What they were doing was repairing their relationship. Making up for all the anger and broken feelings.

He finally relented, after teasing for her a while longer. His lips stopped their light kisses against her skin and moved back to her hard nub. His thumb disappeared, moving to put two fingers inside of her, moving them with such precision that she was coming before she had the chance to say what she was feeling.

"Fuck, oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" she cried.

She fell apart, her walls clenching his hands as he steadied her, planting slow kisses to her thighs and his fingers stilled. He let her come down from her high, but never let her stop feeling his presence. When her walls stopped their pulsing, he removed his fingers and stood up, taking her mouth again.

It wasn't long before she needed him again, before the urge to push him down on the bed and take what she needed almost overcame her. Maybe it was the feeling of his shirt against her hard nipples that were pressing against her sheer lace bra. Maybe it was the way his hands were gliding against her back, just above her ass, just enough to send her crazy. It didn't really matter what was giving her the impulse, because she acted on it.

Turning them so she was facing the bed, she pushed him down forcefully. Her arms came up to take off her bra in a fluid motion.

"Undress," she commanded.

"As you wish," he smirked.

He worked quickly to remove the pants and shirt he had on. Emma stood naked before him, patience waning. She loved the site of him undressing, getting to watch each and every movement his body made, fully focus on him; but she was ready to get to the fun stuff.

Finally, he was ready for her. He laid down on the bed, bringing his hand up, motioning for her to come to him. She walked to him, well, she more ran to him. Her heartbeat was already running a marathon. The second her hands found Killian's body, she calmed. Feeling him touch her, his hands coming to sit on her hips. Her legs were splayed over his, thighs clinching together, not quite inviting him in yet. She was ready, but wanted to pause a moment to take in the wonder that was now beneath her.

His eyes were captivated by her. They bore into her, wanting to know every little thing she had to offer. His hands roamed over her lower body; hers moved across his chest, playing with the chest hair that she had come to love. She preferred his chest hair running through her fingers over the hair on his head. It was coarser, rougher, but covered what she was really after - his heart.

She looked down at him, their eyes meeting.

"I love you," she whispered, not needing loud voices to get across her point.

Her whisper held everything they needed to know. It didn't need to be screamed from the top of her lungs, even though she would if she had the opportunity. What they had was pure and special. It was something that had grown over the years and made stronger from the troubles they had been through. She appreciated him more now than ever. He forgave her for her selfish antics and she understood his emotions and trauma of the past. Looking down at him, feeling him twitch underneath her legs, she knew they were perfect for each other; no one would ever make her, and her heart, feel this way.

"I know," he winked. She understood exactly. She didn't need the words back, the I know was exactly what she needed. She needed to know that he understood her love and what it meant. She needed him to know that her love came without strings, without conditions, without force.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss against his lips. She started off sweet and kind; but he quickly changed the feel of the kiss. He was slow and in control earlier; but now, he was ready for her, needed her. There was no time to waste now.

Her hand reached down to grasp his length. He growled as she moved her hand up and down, just once, before placing him at her entrance. She lifted ever so slightly.

As she sank down on him, their passionate kisses stopped, each one of them moaning in unison. It had been too long since they had done this. She missed the way he felt inside of her, the fullness she felt. She sat on him for a moment, letting herself readjust to him. He felt different. She felt him pulse within her, begging her to move.

She pulled away from him, sitting straight up. Her hands came down to rest on his chest, fingernails scratching ever so slightly. She raised herself up, slowly riding him. His hands returned to her hips, his nails matching hers, digging into her skin.

Her movements started slow, wanting to tease him just a bit, to give him a taste of his own medicine. But, she couldn't contain herself. He felt so good, so large inside of her. She needed to get him deeper, harder. She was unable to keep her straight upright position, but instead of bending forward, she pushed herself back against his legs, knees jutting closer to his chest, her hands moving to clutch his calves. It was during times like this that she was glad she was flexible by nature. The angle at which she moved created a deeper attack. Yet she missed the feeling of his pubic hair against her clit.

Without asking, knowing exactly what she wanted, Killian moved one of his hands to meet her nub. His palm splayed against her thigh, allowing his thumb the perfect access to her clit. He matched her rhythm, not rubbing too fast or hard, put with enough pressure to get her close to the edge again.

Right to the edge.

Before she could fall, he pulled away, his hand resting fully against her thigh.

"Not yet," he said, as Emma whined at the missing pressure.

She sped up her pace, thrusting back against him harder than she was before. She didn't want to stop. She needed him.

"Please, Killian," she begged, the fullness of her belly getting too much to deal with.

"Soon," he promised, a moan escaping with his word. She knew he was going to be nearing his edge soon. His lips were pressed tightly together, his eyes closed, head thrown back slightly. He was doing what she had tried to do early - delay what they both really wanted.

She wasn't able to wait any longer. They had the rest of their lives to take their time, to savor each and every moment. Right now, they needed to come together, in more ways than one.

She leaned forward, righting herself against him, moaning when his hair met her clit. She pushed down harder on him, bringing him in as deep as she could take him. Instead of rising up though, she leaned forward. Her lips came to his ear. She pulled the lobe in and bit as she rocked against him. His hands came flying up to her ass, nails digging into her skin. She heard him let go the breath he had been holding; trying to hold back his release. He was closer now, and so was she. The deepness of his cock, plus the movement of his hair was sending her in a frenzy. She was also crazy turned on by the fact she was causing Killian to curse loudly every few seconds with the movement of her lips and teeth.

"Fuck, Emma," he yelled, pushing himself up.

Her mouth stayed at his ear, but there were both sitting up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his back. Her hands scratched down his back. She was sure she would leave marks that would drive her crazy the next morning. She loved marking him, a constant reminder that he was hers. She also loved when he marked her. The first night they spent together, he had left small hickeys against her skin.

One of his hands snaked between them. She knew he was going to rub her to her release.

His thumb met her clit again, and she grinded against him. She couldn't move up or down, thanks to Killian's strong arms wrapped around her, but she could circle her hips. He circled his against hers. His thumb worked her, as she kept up the nibbling at his ear. She knew it was driving him wild, because each time she took a nip, he would push his thumb hard against her hard nub.

Emma was close, her whimpers between sucks getting louder and longer.

"I'm close Killian, I'm going to come," she mewed into his ear.

He removed his thumb, but within the second, two fingers danced across her clit, sending her over the edge. She sank deep against him, her legs closing around him, pulling him in deeper than she thought she could take him. Within seconds, he followed, spilling himself into her. Their bodies shook against one another, his fingers still playing with her and her lips still at his ear.

"I love you," she whispered again, as she came down from her high.

"I love you too," he whispered back, rearranging them so they were spooned against each other, under the covers of her bed.

"I'm sorry for everything," she said, and she told herself it would for the final time. She was going to leave it all in the past and she hoped he would too.

"As am I, love, but I forgive you. It's all in the past now. All that matters is our future," he replied, placing a chaste kiss against her back.

She breathed him in. She loved the mixture of musk and sweat that Killian had after sex. It was her favorite scent.

He was right. He forgave her because he loved her. It was as simple as that. Their love was stronger than anything that life could put in their way. It withstood the test of time and distance; so of course, it could withstand this test.

"Tell me again," his whispered right as she was beginning to fall asleep on his arm.

"I love you," she smiled against him, sleep over taking her, as she finally felt at peace.

Two Months Later.

Killian's POV

Things since the night Emma had shown up at Killian's door had been perfect, if you asked him to tell the truth. Each moment he spent with Emma, his love for her grew deeper. He learned new things about her each day, and they were more open with each other than ever. While he wasn't planning on asking her about what had happened when he had walked in on her and friends, he couldn't help himself. He loved her letter, but he wanted to hear it straight from her.

It took him a month to get the courage to ask her, not wanting to break the bubble they had created, but he was glad he did. They were lying in bed after another long passionate session of love making, thanks to Henry having a date, when he asked her to tell him about it. Tears sprinkled her eyes as she relayed the entire story. She started from the moment he messaged her, and ended with her showing up at his house, the box of letters in her hands.

After hearing her speak about it, he better understood why she had done what she did. There was no more anger in his body, at least when it came to that situation. They had become closer because of it. His letters had come to the present because of it.

The letters didn't stop there. Every few days, he would find a letter from Emma somewhere he didn't think he would find one. One day she put it in his empty coffee mug that was waiting for him next to the coffee pot. Another day it was in his car, waiting on his seat. Another day, it was under his shaving kit. Henry even got in on it, helping Emma stash her letters around the house.

He wrote to her too, at least once a week, he would sit down and pen her a letter from the heart. He would tell her how much he loved her and how much she changed his life. Hers echoed him, with words of love and a promise of a life together.

They had discussed what their new life meant the morning after their reunion. He had admitted to her that he still wanted to marry her. Emma had other ideas. Similar to the bet he gave her at the beginning of the month, she had given him one. She bet he couldn't go six months without marrying her. If he did, they would have a giant wedding, one that showed the amount of love they had for each other. He bet her back that she wouldn't be able to last either. He bet a wonderful honeymoon to Ireland, to show Emma everything that shaped his childhood. But only if they could make it to six months.

Henry caught them a couple of times talking about eloping, and it had only been two months.

He didn't think he would be able to last; but there was one surprise he knew he would need to wait for.

Henry had asked Killian shortly after he moved back in if he was planning on adopting him. It took Killian by surprise that Henry would be so open about it. Before he could answer, Henry started talking again and told him that he wanted him to. He wanted Emma to be his real mom and for Killian to be his real dad. The next afternoon he went to the adoption agency and spoke with Regina about starting the process. He knew Emma still wanted to adopt Henry; but he also knew that she was hesitant about following through - worrying that he may get upset again, old memories returning to the surface. He knew he couldn't hide it from her; but maybe if he went and got the information, then she would be more willing to really get the ball rolling again. He thought about waiting till the wedding and showing her the papers - with his name included. All he wanted was to make Emma happy, and he knew Henry was the key to perfect happiness.

So, he couldn't rush it. He couldn't let her talk him into eloping.

Each night, they curled up together, her head resting beneath his, against his chest. Her legs thrown over his, her arm resting beneath her head. Each night, they spoke in hushed tones to each other. Each night, they went to bed the same way they did their first night back together.

"Tell me," he whispered to her, planting a kiss against her head.

"I love you," she always responded.

Looking back at their short time together, he couldn't help but think about the old saying. Wise men say, only fools rush in. But the song was right. He couldn't help falling in love with Emma; and she couldn't help falling in love with him.