What Are We Doing?

A couple days later, Emma was sitting at the kitchen island in her brother's house. Mary Margaret was making dinner, and David was sitting next to her playing with his son.

"So he asked you to go to England with him?" David asked.

"Yeah, and it's not that I don't want to, because I do.. It's just.. That's a big step right? Flying to a different country to visit his family.." Emma asked, she needed to talk about this with someone before she made her decision.

"Emma, do I need to remind you that you were once married to him? If you want to go, you should. If he didn't want you to go, he never would've invited you." Mary Margaret told her seriously.

"I just.. It's scary, if I go I feel like it's a lot, but if I don't go I know I'm going to miss him a lot and my fears will come crawling back up.. We just got back into a pretty good place. And I just don't know what to do, M&M.." She sighed.

David put his hand on her shoulder. "Em, I know you.. And I know you're only asking us because you want us to talk you out of going. But, I'm not going to. As mad as I was at him for leaving you, I would be an idiot if I couldn't tell how happy Killian makes you now."

Mary Margaret smiled at her husband. "Your brother's right, Sweetie. Just go, we'll have you both over for the holidays when you get back. It'll be fun, and you've always wanted to go see where Killian's from."

Emma sighed in defeat. "Fine, you're right. I do really want to go.. Taking off work will be worth it, I'll make sure Ruby checks on my kids.. I should call him, um.. Do you mind?" She asked nervously.

"Of course not, Emma. Go talk to your boyfriend, we'll get you if dinner is ready before you're done." Mary Margaret assured her with a gentle smile.

Emma smiled a little and went to sit on the back porch. It was clear that both Mary Margaret and David were giving her their blessing over this thing with Killian. She dialed Killian's number and waited nervously for him to answer, her leg bouncing up and down quickly.

"Hello, my love.. It's good to hear from you." Killian said, a smile evident in his voice.

"Hi, Babe.. How's your day been?"

"It's been alright, Swan.. Is everything okay, aren't you with Dave and Mary Margaret for dinner?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah.. Everything's fine, Killian.. I'm at dinner, it's not ready yet.. But, I just wanted to call and tell you I decided what I want to do about going with you to visit your brother.." She knew he was going to be happy.

"Aye, and what is that, Love?" His voice was hopeful, he really wanted her to come with him.

"I want to go, Killian.. I want to spend the week with you, where you grew up.. And, I don't want to be away from you for too long." She admitted. "I know it's soon, and I know it's a big step for us but.. I want to.."

"I want you there, Love.. I don't care if it's soon.. It's brilliant, Swan. I'm really happy you decided you wanted to join me. I promise it'll be fun, and I can show you around England a bit.. Take you into the city and be tourists if that's what you want.." Killian was so happy, and the happiness in his voice made Emma happy too.

She smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in person, I just didn't want to wait.. I didn't want you brooding over my decision for longer than necessary.."

"I appreciate that, Love.. Can I see you tomorrow? Maybe we could get lunch at the diner?" He asked hopefully.

"I'd like that, Killian.. I'll see you tomorrow.."

"I love you, Swan." He said softly, and as he hung up he thought he heard her mumble that she loves him too.

Emma went back inside, much happier than she was before. David smiled a little at his sister.

"It went well I take it?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, it did. But I may have told him I love him.." She admitted, sitting at the table with them.

"Is that so bad? You do love him, and he makes you happy. And you're going to England with him, Sweetie. I think it's a good thing." Mary Margaret assured her.

Emma sighed softly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, I do love him.." She shrugged. "I always have." She added softly.

The next day at lunch, Killian kept trying to ask her about what she'd said to him the night before, but he didn't want to push her to say it if she wasn't ready.

Emma rubbed his thigh gently. "What's wrong, Babe? You've been weird since we sat down.." She frowned, trying to get him to look her in the eyes.

Killian looked down at her and kissed her forehead. "I'm fine, Swan, I promise. I just.. I think I heard you say something as we hung up last night, and it's killing me not knowing if you really said it." He admitted softly.

She reached up and cupped his cheek in her hand. "Well, Killian.. I think you heard correctly.." She gave him a small smile. "I love you, Killian.." She whispered before lightly pressing her lips to his.

Killian's hand came to cup the back of her head. "Bloody hell.. I love you too, Swan." He kissed her softly. "You're bloody perfect."

Emma blushed slightly, settling back with his arm around her. "I'm not perfect, Killian.. It kind of slipped out last night, and I'm sorry for making you think about the possibility of what I said all night.."

Killian shook his head. "It's fine, Love.. I'm just happy you still love me, or love me again.. Whatever it is.. I love you more than anything, Swan. You're my entire world. And I know that's a lot, but I want to be honest about how I feel."

"I know, and even if I'm not necessarily at that point again, I know.. And I'm happy that I have you." She smiled.

"I'm lucky to have you, Emma Swan. You're gorgeous, smart, funny, kind.. Overall bloody brilliant. Thank you for being my girlfriend." He kissed her cheek, and tightened his arm around her waist.

Emma blushed, and leaned into his shoulder. "I'm not that great, and I'm lucky you chose me.. You could have had literally any girl.. You could've even found someone better than me after we broke up and got the divorce.. But you didn't, and I'll never understand that."

Killian shook his head. "My heart belongs to you, Emma. It has since the day we met, and always will, Love."

She buried her face against his shirt for a moment. "Am I really going to England with you?" She leaned back and met his eyes.

Killian brushed her hair from her forehead, and smiled gently at her. "Aye, Love.. But only if you'd still like to, I don't want you to feel as if I pressured you into it.."

She nodded. "I know.. You didn't pressure me, I wanted to go.. It's just kind of surreal I guess.. When we were married, we never went.. But now we're going.." She shrugged. "I'm excited though.."

"I am as well, Swan.. It'll be nice.. I lived with Liam and Elsa for a while, but since I'd lived here with you, nothing really felt like home anymore." He admitted, taking her hand in his good one.

She squeezed his hand gently. "Well, I hope we can make some good memories. I've never been, and I get to go with you, to visit Liam and Elsa and their kids.. I bet it'll be a good trip."

With all of her confessions out of the way, Emma was finally able to enjoy the rest of her lunch with Killian. She was starting to see that her fears about telling Killian she loved him had no basis.

Killian spent the lunch trying to make Emma smile, wanting to take her mind off of everything. After he paid for their food, he walked her to her car.

"Thank you for meeting me today, my love." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll see you soon, aye? Maybe you'd like to come over tonight?" He scratched behind his ear nervously.

She grinned at him, pressing up on her toes to kiss him. "I'd love to, Killian. I'll um, stop by my place after work and then I'll be over?"

He nodded, holding her close to him. "Aye, I have class until quarter 'til five, so you don't have to rush, Love."

She hugged him tightly. "Good. I love you, Killian.. I'll see you later."

"I love you too, Swan. Have a lovely rest of the day at work." He helped her into the car, and waited until she drove away before getting into his own car and heading back to work.