Emma POV
It all started with Killian appearing out of nowhere, with that cynical smile and a twinkle in his eye, saying, "Let's go to London." Of course, he didn't ask; he 'stated'. As if he had the right to decide, out of nowhere, that I was going to cross the ocean with him. But, to be honest, this attitude is just his style, and I can't say no to this man.
When I saw it, we were all already on the private jet. Killian sitting next to me, holding my hand; Robin on the other side with a smile that said it all and more, Oliver in his "serious bodyguard" mode, and little Mattie, my son, running from one side to the other. Another as if it were an amusement park. Every time I look at my little one, I feel a mixture of pride and pure exhaustion – he's only three years old, but he has energy
