He watched her until she finally out of sight, on the way to a reunion a year in the making. He’d done it; he’d brought her back. Their daughter, their savior, his….well…she wasn’t his yet. But he’d done it; he had found her and brought her back where she belonged.
Killian finally felt complete.
With a relaxed sigh, he leaned back against the yellow bug and peered through the small window at the sleeping boy she had entrusted him to watch. over. The boy he’d given up his ship, services, and a century’s old grudge to help his mother find.
The boy seemed different now; not just in height or the difference in the timber of voice, but in his eyes. It hadn’t been there as strong as it had been in his mother’s or Baelfire’s or his own, but he recognized the look all too well.
His belief in magic and fairy tales may have been gone, but he didn’t fell alone and, if Emma was allowed her way, he wouldn’t remember feeling alone or unwanted.
And he would have the opportunity to earn his trust, just as he’d earned his mother’s…and ignore the urge to tap on the window with his hook.