#post-underworld

“I’m sure it’ll be great.” Emma waited patiently for her food, and went through the rest of her walk to the station greeted by every person in town with a ‘happy birthday.’ It was happy - Emma was happy - but it was also a lot. Her parents, being royalty, loved themselves a party. It took some getting used to, even though Emma far preferred it to her life without a family. An entire block of the main street was currently being organized to hold the festivities, and Snow White had spared no expense or burst of imagination.

“Wow,” Emma said standing at the wooden police barricade that was placed to block traffic. She said the words to no one, but received an answer all the same. It came from her father, who stood beside her with a smile and his arms crossed over his chest.

“She means well, but I’m afraid you telling her she could ‘make up for lost time’ laid down a challenge that she readily accepted.” Emma looked at her mother, carrying Neal in her arms while she ordered people to hang lights and streamers and everything imaginable in an intricate design.

“Yeah, that was a rookie mistake on my part.” Emma still smiled though. Tonight would be fun if she just gave it a chance and since trouble had avoided Storybrooke for a few weeks, she planned to let her hair down a bit and really enjoy. Maybe she’d even get lucky and get to share a dance with her favorite guys. Henry was adorable when trying to learn the steps and Killian… well Killian made something she normally disliked sensual and compelling and magical each and every time she stepped into his arms while music played.

“You know she’s not alone in all of this. Henry and Killian have been helping just as much in the planning as anyone.” Emma knew that to be true. Henry had been carrying around a notepad with ideas, and the two of them were all whispers when alone in the house together this past week. It only added to Emma’s eagerness to see how everything tuned out. The people she cared about had put time and thought and love into today for her. That was all she’d ever wanted.

“I kind of figured that out too.” Emma expected more comments from her Dad, but he stayed quiet until she looked over at him and found him gazing at her with a sad sort of smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“We missed a lot of these.” Emma shrugged, trying to play it off as something that didn’t still hurt all these years later.

“You didn’t mean to.”

“Will it help at all if I promise we won’t miss anymore?” Emma nodded, letting her Dad’s arms envelop her in a hug. Her throat tightened with emotion, but she battled back any tears before they made an unwanted appearance.

“Yeah, that helps.”

…………………………

Hours later, just a few minutes before midnight, Emma and Killian finally slunk back into their house. Henry was staying with Regina tonight, which was fine for Emma. She’d had a lovely time tonight, really she couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed as hard or danced as much, but coming home to quiet and relaxation felt good too. Killian’s hand in hers was all the warmth she needed right now after such a pleasant evening.

“I know you’re likely tired love, but your present still awaits.” Emma shot a questioning look to Killian.

“You know, when you told me there was a present waiting for me at home, I assumed that you meant in bed.” Killian scoffed with feigned offense.

“What would ever make you think that, Swan?” Emma laughed.

“I don’t know – maybe the hundreds of other times you’ve claimed to have a surprise or a treat or a present for me and how they’ve always ended up there.” Killian grinned before kissing her softly.

“Nothing’s saying that we won’t end up in bed my love, but the gift itself lies in this very kitchen.” Killian’s hand left hers as he moved to the fridge and pulled out a plain white box with a green ribbon. “Go on, love. Take a look.”

Emma’s fingertips pulled at the delicate jade ties, releasing the bow easily and then pulled the cover of the pastry box open. When she saw what was inside she gasped, There were the twelve cupcakes from Granny’s staring back at her, all pristine with their swirls of frosting.

“But how did you…?” Emma felt tears stinging at her eyes, as Killian ran his thumb over her cheek.

“I did my homework. Asked Henry if he had any memories of your first birthday together. All he could recall was your sarcastic wit, and the cupcake you never got to eat.” Emma shakily removed one of the cupcakes from the fray, only to reveal a folded up piece of pink paper. She looked at Killian with a question in her eyes again, but he silently urged her on. Emma read the curved, feminine script and covered her mouth.

My wish for my beautiful daughter is that she stays just as fierce and brave and wonderful as she is today. I love you, Emma – Mom.

“There’s one in there from all of us. Your parents, Henry –“

“You?” Emma asked through the happy tears and Killian nodded.

“Aye, love, there’s some words from your doting pirate.” Emma laughed, as one by one she read the little notes. Two cupcakes, though, didn’t have any paper underneath them, and Killian’s note was nowhere to be found.

“I think I’ve been denied a part of my present,” Emma said trying for severity, but only sounding weepy and joyful.

“You can know my wish after you make one of your own. You come first, Emma, always.” Emma hiccupped a bit with the tears that kept coming, but she ignored it, kissing Killian fiercely before he could do anything else. When she pulled back, he brought an exact replica of the blue star candle she’d used that night to make her wish from it’s hiding place in on of the kitchen drawers. Lighting it quickly and placing it in her cupcake, Killian ran his hand over Emma’s knuckles with a soft caress.

“Go on love, make a wish.” Emma shook her head, intertwining her fingers with his.

“I don’t have anything else in the whole world that I want or need.” Killian smiled at that, clearly glad for her happiness. He then extended to her his note that she eagerly unfurled and read.

My wish for you, Swan, is that you will never know a moment where you don’t feel safe and loved and like you’re enough. You are everything, the best part of my world and I want every good thing for you, for this day, and all the days of your life. - K

Emma looked back up into his eyes and saw the same patient but passionate love that was always there. He saw her and loved her and would always do whatever it took to make her happy. He made her a better and braver person and lit up her life just as much as he claimed that she illuminated his. In that moment, Emma knew she wanted to see that smile and this look in his cerulean eyes every day for the rest of her life.

“I changed my mind, about the wish. I want you to marry me.” Killian was struck speechless and Emma took the chance to turn in his embrace and put her arms around his neck, continuing on with her hope. “I want us to always find each other, and to never spend another day without you by my side. I want us to get our happily ever after, and I want fifty – no sixty more birthdays just like this with you.”

“You haven’t blown out your candle, love.” Killian said with a smile and Emma did, still eager for his answer. She tore her eyes away for only a moment but when they returned, Killian pulled a ring from his pocket that glimmered in the darkness. It didn’t hold a candle to his eyes though.

“I may not have magic, Emma, but I do have love for you that will stand the test of time and space. As for the rest of it, I will walk this world and all others by your side, Emma, as long as you’ll have me.” He slipped the ring on her finger and Emma smiled once more.

“Forever. I want you forever.”

“Forever it is then.” As Killian whisked her off to bed, Emma thought again about the wish she’d made years ago – the one for people to love her and to share in such a day with her. Technically, that wish came true, but with it, came a wonderful life she’d never even dared to dream of.

Said rewards, lovely and brilliant as they were though, meant that she had to rush through some of her older morning routines. Like now, when she was hurrying through a shower so she’d make her shift at the station on time. In a flurry of motion, she managed to get changed, and throw her hair back in a hair tie, but the rush was less about being punctual, and more about what would be waiting for her downstairs. Barreling into the kitchen, she found the happy sight that was becoming the new normal.

“Eggs today, love?” Killian asked as he worked over the stove to make breakfast, and Emma came around to hug him from behind, nodding into his back with a smile.

“Yes, please. Coffee?”

“Already ‘on the pot.’” Emma laughed at that and kissed him on the cheek, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet and making their coffee just so. Killian, unsurprisingly from years on the ocean, took his black, while Emma lightened hers, giving it a little sweetness. While he prepped their plates and she brought their coffee, the radio played in the background, a classic song from the disco era, a serious change from their usual fare, but somehow fitting and perfect for the aura of light and love in their own private little bubble.

“Busy day ahead?” He asked as he pulled out her seat for her and tucked it back in when she was seated. The gentlemanly gesture had her heart fluttering as he took his own seat beside her.

“Hope not. Busy usually means trouble, and I’ve given up on trouble.” Killian’s laughter as he raised his coffee to his lips sent that same hum of joy coursing through Emma as she indulged in her own drink. These quiet moments were what she’d been hoping and praying for during their separation. Now they had them, and they were even better than she could have imagined.

“Trouble will be back again, love, but rest assured we’ll weather the storm.” She reached out and put her hand just above his hook, rubbing her thumb across it lightly. She loved that this man who for centuries had been like her, closed off and hurting, an enemy of love by all standards, was now the optimist. He had faith and was choosing love, just like she was. Maybe it was sappy to think so highly of that, but she didn’t care. Everyone she loved was safe and happy and whole. She’d see Henry after his night at Regina’s very soon, see her father and likely her mother and brother at the station and was with Killian now. She had her family, and through them, she had a firm belief in herself.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But until then, we can pretend right?” He nodded, brushing a gentle kiss across her lips.

“Aye, love, if that’s what you’d like.” Emma smiled at his eagerness to make her happy. They finished eating, and both got up to clean away their plates when Emma realized, that there was no point in waiting. She’d been wanting to talk to Killian about a next step for a while now, and here, now, in one of their little moments, seemed as right a time as any.

“I was also thinking of something else we could do in this new found peace.” She was delivering this next part so subtly she wasn’t surprised that Killian seemed unfazed.  “I was thinking you should marry me.” The plate Killian had been carrying to the sink, crashed a little harder than he’d likely intended as he dropped it with a clang. Turning swiftly, Killian looked at Emma to see if she was serious.

“Come again, love?”

“Marry me, Killian. Because you don’t just make me happy, you make everything else in my life make sense. You’ve opened me up, and honestly, I just want to shout it from the rooftops that you’re mine and I’m yours.” The smile that came to his face was one she’d only seen the likes of a few times before, but it still took her breath away. There was no aura of mystery around this, clearly he was in favor of the idea, but still he surprised her, moving towards her for only a brief kiss before removing himself and stepping into the living room. “Really? You’re going to leave me hanging after that?”

“Patience, love.” When he returned he was carrying with him a small black box, and suddenly it occurred to Emma that by asking him this way, she’d almost denied herself the scene that was unfolding before her. Bending down on one knee, Killian opened the ring box up to reveal a gorgeous piece with a beautiful yellow diamond in the middle. It was spectacular and worthy of a pirate captain and his princess.

“Emma, in typical fashion, you have moved me to action. When we met, I was nothing more than a man with a mission, one of darkness and anger and vengeance. For years I roamed the world, believing that there could never be another chance at love in my life. Then you came, and you turned the world upside down, leaving only beauty in its wake. I love you more than anything. In your smile, in your laughter, and in your arms I find my home. You are the best part of me, and what I offer you now is the best of my love in return. Emma Swan, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Tears stung in her eyes, unshed but inevitable as Emma nodded. The way her throat was closed with emotion made her ‘yes’ sound shaky and squeaky at the same time but it was enough. In a moment he was on his feet, standing before her putting that ring on her finger and pulling her in for a kiss so surreal, and so magnificent, Emma couldn’t help but lose herself completely. When finally they parted, breathing heavy, smiles plastered to their faces, foreheads touching so as not to move away from each other, Emma spoke once more.

“How long have you been carrying this question around?” The teasing she was able to muster was impressive, for she was still awash in excitement and a new surging of lust.

“The ring I’ve had since we faced the Queens of Darkness. The question, I’ve been carrying since Neverland.” Emma’s heart thudded at the admission and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, trying to ground herself in the moment. She closed her eyes and expelled a breath.

“Thank you.” She could feel his brow furrow against hers in confusion, not needing to open her eyes to see his impending question.

“For what, love?”

“For waiting me out. For standing by me, even when I pushed away and tried to run. We’re only here because you had hope, and because you were brave.” His hand came to cup her cheek as he pulled back. She opened her eyes and saw in his cerulean depths that what he was about to say was sincere.

“If I was brave, it’s only because you made me that way. It’s only because with you I could dare to dream of a life worth living. Now, though, it’s you who is the brave one love.” She kissed him once more.

“Maybe we can both be brave.” He nodded and took her hand in his. “Besides, we’re about to see my parents, and telling them the good news is going to require bravery.” Emma expected a comment, or a look or something to give away a sense of worry from Killian, but none came.

“Don’t fret, love, I told them both and Henry my intentions the day I returned. They’ve all actually been wondering what the hold up is.” Emma gaped at him, shocked that this was the case. As she came to terms with the news, Killian grabbed their jackets, helping Emma put hers on as they got ready for their walk to the station.

“They know?!”

“Aye, love.”

“So why did you wait so long?” She asked now staring into the beauty of a picturesque Storybrooke day.

“I was looking for my moment, and you gave me a perfect one.” She scoffed at that, until Killian’s hand on hers tightened. She looked up to his profile as he maneuvered their way through the Storybrooke streets. “I once told your father that anything that happened between us would be just as much up to you as it was to me. That was true, even for a proposal. I wanted you all in, Emma, and you are.”

“Yeah I am. No getting rid of me now, Captain.” He pulled her close and kissed the crown of her head.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Swan.”

Telling her family that they were engaged went exactly as she’d expected. There were happy tears from her mother, a feigned gruffness that quickly melted into acceptance from her father, and a boyish excitement from Henry.

“She totally ruined it didn’t she?” Henry asked in jest when they made the announcement.

“Hey!” Emma replied shoving lightly at her sons arm.

“Just kidding. I’m happy for you guys, you’ve been through enough for five true love stories. I think you’ve earned this.” Emma smiled, her eyes getting a little misty herself at her sons wonderful open heart to extending their family.

“I rather agree with you, lad,” Killian said.

“The bail bonds person and the pirate. Doesn’t really have the best ring to it, does it?” Regina asked, inciting Snow to roll her eyes.

“For goodness sake, she’s a princess, as you well know. And I happen to know many a happy ending that began with a pirate and a princess.” Emma didn’t push that there couldn’t really be that many of them, instead she listened to the quiet whisper Killian spared only for her.

“That may be, but ours is the best.” Emma smiled and whispered back.

“Damn right.” The flash of surprise and heat in his gaze at her curse had Emma smiling once more. “Hold that thought for another quiet moment.” And he did indeed, making the most of that happy tension between them later when they were once again alone and free to just be.

Trouble did eventually come knocking again, but when it did, Emma and Killian faced it as partners. They never again let the threat of darkness keep them from living in the now, and they didn’t let fear overrule the dreams they had for their lives together. They brought out the best in each other to make a wonderful life, worthy of any happily ever after.

……………………….

Doesn't take much to make me happy And make me smile with glee Never, never will I feel discouraged 'Cause our love's no mystery

Demonstrating love and affection That you give so openly, yeah I like the way ya make me feel about you, baby Want the whole wide world to see

Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you've got the best of my love

Going in and out of changes The kind that come around each day My life has a better meaning Love has kissed me in a beautiful way

My love, my love, my love, my love Ooh, oh oh oh oh oh

Oh, got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you've got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you've got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you've got the best of my love

Demonstrating sweet love and affection That you give so openly, yeah The way I feel about ya, baby can't explain it Want the whole wide world to see

Oh, but in my heart, you're all I need You for me, me for you Oh, it's growin' every day, ooh

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh You've got the best of my love Oh, oh oh oh oh oh You've got the best of my love

Oh, givin' you the best of my love Oh, givin' you the best of my love Oh, oh oh oh oh oh You've got the best of my love

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh You've got the best of my love Oh, givin' you the best of my love Oh, givin' you the best of my love

Still this strange swirling of emotions resided deep within and she couldn’t understand it. One second she was so happy, the next she was fighting back tears. As someone who had never been particularly open with emotions, it was a nightmare; still try as she might, there were moments when she couldn’t quash down the urges to cave to the madness.

Take right now for instance. She was sitting at the station, just going over some normal backlog paper work when all of a sudden she’d had this insatiable need for chocolate. With her magic, she’d summoned some to her and she was sitting here, consuming a crazy amount given that it wasn’t even ten in the morning. Something was happening, something she couldn’t understand.

Perhaps it was a symptom of coming back to life, yet everyone else seemed to be adjusting with no problems. It was that fact, and that alone that kept Emma hiding this part of herself as best she could, though Killian especially could see right through her.

“Emma, love, what can I do?” He’d asked her just last night as they’d lain together in bed. She was wrapped up in his arms, feeling all the love and light that resided between them and suddenly a wave of anxiety had hit her. She’d tensed only slightly, and that was all the tell he’d needed.

“I don’t know. All I know is I need you with me.” Her words still rang true, and Emma knew that they always would. Still, right now, she also needed chocolate, more chocolate than any one person should consume.

“Emma?!” Her mother’s voice pulled her from her reverie and she looked up to see both of her parents with worried looks and curious glances.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” Her voice cracked as she said the words, but in her mind she heard her own voice chastising her.

Yes you do, Emma. Think. So she did, and finally it dawned on her. She was alive again, yet not all of her living… conditions had returned. She was beyond late, and that had to mean one thing.

“I have to go. I’m fine. Actually, I’m better than fine.” She left then, not waiting for her parent’s responses, having only one thing on her mind – she needed to find Killian. In the end, she didn’t need to go far, for her was walking towards the station, clearly on his way to see her.

“Emma, love, what’s happened?” She looked at him, wanting to gauge every last reaction that would cross his mind when she told him.

“I’m pregnant.” Whatever she’d expected, this was better, for in his eyes there was nothing but wonder and joy and hope. Before he could speak, she smiled at him and then kissed him fiercely, pouring all her own emotions about the new development into the exchange. She needed him to understand that even though it was sudden, and perhaps a little too soon, she was happy even if she was afraid. This was a good thing, and no matter what came next, she would always see a child with Killian that way.

“You’re sure?” Emma nodded, running her hands across the lapels of his jacket.

“I haven’t taken a test or anything, but I know. I’m certain.” His smile was infectious, his hold around her waist tightening and he was practically radiating elation. Another wave of something crashed over Emma, though this time it was lust. She wanted privacy and she wanted it now. With a poof of magic, she had them back in the house and Emma was certain they were alone.

“I think this calls for celebration.” She said as she ran her fingers across his jaw. His eyes filled with their own heat and yearning instantly, but as he was about to pull her to him she flicked her wrist and music sounded through the house.

“I know it’s weird, but I’ve had the urge to do this for weeks, and I need you to just go with it.” When Killian understood that she meant to dance with him, here in the living room of their home, he smiled once more and extended his hand to her.

“Anything you want I will give you, Emma. All you have to do is ask.”

“Alright. Care to dance, Captain?” He growled and pulled to him and Emma laughed as one of Adele’s happier songs swam through the speakers, lulling any lingering unrest in her back to whence it came.

Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am young again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away, I will always love you However long I stay, I will always love you Whatever words I say, I will always love you I will always love you

Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am free again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away, I will always love you However long I stay, I will always love you Whatever words I say, I will always love you I will always love you However far away, I will always love you However long I stay, I will always love you Whatever words I say, I will always love you I will always love you

I'll always love you Cause I love you

“Another, my dearest?” Emma smiled at the endearment that had cropped up since she’d said yes to his proposal, but she shook her head.

“No, now we get to the actual celebration.” She pulled him with her, up the stairs to the bedroom where they made a little more magic.

…………………..

A few months later, things were still chugging along in pregnancy land, often in ways Emma didn’t anticipate. See, unlike her mother, who seemed more than capable of carrying babies to term without strange occurrences, Emma’s own magic was being effected by the currents of the child growing inside her. Regina and Emma had figured out some necessary safe guard spells to control most of the outbursts, but sometimes the manifestations of Emma’s current state weren’t spell-based.

“Killian, I’m not kidding. Lose the clothes or I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” Killian’s low rumble of a laugh hit her ears and only riled the lust coursing through her more. He was being so great, really, considering that not a day would pass without Emma morphing into this wanton creature fixated on sex at inopportune times. Still, despite the fact that they were currently in the back storage room of the station, Killian heeded her request.

“As you wish, love.” She groaned at the words before pulling her closer to him, insisting that they be as close together as possible. She needed the feel of him, hard and strong against her, and though she knew Killian would never give her the same level of raw, unchecked passion as he had before finding she was pregnant, she knew his more aware, reigned in ministrations would still set her on fire.

“Okay, your turn.”

“My turn?” He asked with an arch brow and some humor in his tone.  

“To take the lead.” He laughed as he spun her around in his arms, and pulled her back against him, keeping her legs wide. His hook held her hip in place while his hand moved around her front, now only having her panties to contend with on the road to pleasing her. His fingers deftly moved past them, and honed in on her waiting clit.

“I think we both know by now, that you never let me take charge too long, Swan. For soon the begging will start, as will those high-pitched pleas for more and though you might think it’s I who has the power, I am entirely at your mercy.” Emma was panting, feeling the dual turn on of his masterful hands and his words. They held the promise of incredible release, while still reassuring her that by letting go she wasn’t losing all control, only lending it temporarily.

When he sensed that she was just about to come, Killian pulled back, relocating them to the old wooden deck at the side of the room, keeping her on the edge, and spreading her legs wider, he looked at her and grinned before kissing her, slow and languid. It was a kiss built for teasing and it had Emma clawing at him for more.

“Killian,” Emma’s voice was too charged, too convoluted with emotion to sound truly like her own, but Killian broke away, knowing what she needed. He knelt between her legs and with his mouth, finished what his fingers had started. Emma tried to muffle the sound with her hand, but finally realized there was no shot in hell, instead opting for a last minute spell to keep anyone outside of this room from hearing. With it in place, she gave over to the sensations, pulling at his hair as she begged until he’d given her that oh so brilliant release. As she huffed out her breath, trying to regain her balance, Killian took his time returning to her, and ran his hand across her abdomen that was now certainly beginning to show.

“I will never be able to thank you for the gift you’re bringing us Emma. I will love this child with everything that I am, for they are a part of you.” His whispered confession should have pulled Emma out of her intense longing, but it only kicked it up further. Still, she ran her fingers across his jaw, pulling his eyes to hers before responding.

“We’re going to have a bunch of pirate princes and princesses to raise, and they are all going to know what it’s like to have an amazing Dad, thanks to you.” His smile was genuine, if a little shy, like he couldn’t fully gather how serious she was, so she intended to show him that she never would have loved him this fiercely if he weren’t good and worthy. Emma had never dreamed of a future like this, and Killian was the only man in any realm and from any time who was right for her to do so with.

This kiss started light and easy but evolved once Emma took Killian’s cock in hand, pumping it hard. His responding moan devolved their loving moment into some good, honest, hot as sin sex that had Emma’s blood humming with pleasure and her eyes closing as she let out each airy sigh for more.

“Emma come with me, love.” Powerless to do anything else, she followed his request and in the aftermath, finally felt like she could proceed with her normal activities. She’d still insist that Killian be right by her side, but at least she could think of things that weren’t just finding a quiet place for him to take her. Yet, as they put their clothes back on and prepared to go back outside, Emma felt like she still needed something, but couldn’t think what it could be. Maybe it was more chocolate? A burger?

“Oh no you don’t, Swan.” Killian grabbed her hand before she opened the door and she stared back at him confused as he pulled out his iPod and then she realized what he was about to do. “If I can just see about this blasted music box, then we can get the rest of that longing out of your eyes for the rest of the day.” With a few clicks he’d pulled up Adele, who by this point, Emma was exclusively listening to her entire pregnancy.

“Were we just going to listen to it or-“ Killian kissed Emma before she could finish her statement.

“My wife is very demanding, but let me assure you that if it’s a dance you want Emma Jones, it’s a dance you shall have.” Sliding into his embrace once more, Emma felt the warmth of being there so acutely until something pushed inside of her. As her stomach was touching Killian he felt it to.

“Emma?” The feeling came again and Emma took his hand moving it down to feel with her where their son or daughter was moving about.

“Seems someone else wanted to dance this time too.” Emma couldn’t keep the tears at bay, because the moment had a dozen images flashing before her eyes.  A little girl with dark hair like Killian’s and eyes like Emma dancing around their living room while a brother with lighter hair trailed close behind as music played. She saw Henry with the baby, and late nights spent prepping school lunches and signing permission slips. There were holidays, and school plays and dance recitals, and through everything, Killian would be beside her, cherishing every moment as much as she did.

“If they have half the natural talent of their parents, they’ll be in good shape.” Emma laughed at that shoving him a little before returning to his arms to continue their dance.

……………………………..

She hadn’t expected to fall asleep, but when the sound of Hope’s crying startled her awake, Emma realized that she must have done just that. Judging by Killian’s unruly hair and somewhat dazed look as he jumped out of the bed, he too had given over to fatigue for a few hours.

“I can see to her, Swan.” Emma shook her head as she got out of bed and grabbed his hand, before smiling up at him.

“We can go see her together.” The nursery was just beside them, with only an arched doorway separating them, and as Emma came to pick up her daughter, the little girl continued to cry. Emma tried to feed her, but nothing, to soothe her, but still she cried. Wracking her brain for some sort of tip from the countless parenting books Killian had brought into the house over the past few months, Emma was coming up empty, until she heard Killian chuckle.

“I think she’s needing her daily fix, Emma.” Emma looked at him like she was crazy as he slipped into their bedroom before returning with his iPod.

“I hardly think she’s-“ but Emma couldn’t even finish the thought, for as soon as Adele came through the speakers, Hope started to settle. Killian offered to take her and Emma gave her to him, if partly for selfish reasons. Seeing him with their newborn daughter was the strangest sort of rush for her. It made her happy in ways she’d never known she could be, and it calmed her, steadied her in the moments where she was doubtful of her own ability to do this. Killian surprised her though, and sang along with the words this time. Emma knew he had a nice voice, but that he was sharing it with their daughter, well that brought happy tears to her eyes. She’d always dreamed of parents who would sing her a lullaby when she was small, and now her daughter had that.

Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am young again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away, I will always love you However long I stay, I will always love you Whatever words I say, I will always love you I will always love you

Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am free again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away, I will always love you However long I stay, I will always love you Whatever words I say, I will always love you I will always love you However far away, I will always love you However long I stay, I will always love you Whatever words I say, I will always love you I will always love you

I'll always love you Cause I love you

While Emma had known her own voice couldn’t sing quite as sweetly as Killian’s she hummed along with the music and ran her hand across her daughter’s brow as the infant fell asleep. Emma took her back from Killian before placing her in her crib, only for Hope to stir once more. In response, Killian set the song to start again, and only then did the tension fade from Hope’s being as the baby finally gave way to sleep.

“Just to be safe, I think we ought to give her the full rendition, love.” With an outstretched hand he silently asked her for another dance and she accepted, moving around with him as this time his nearly whispered singing was directed to her. She melted into his embrace, feeling like everything in the world was incredibly right and that her life had really moved into it’s happily ever after.  

“Well when you say it like that, it sounds bad. But I only meant that you shouldn’t stand there and recant a private moment, if that makes sense.” Emma nodded, more to keep her mother comfortable than because she understood the sentiment. It still sounded like the same watered down version of a promise, and Emma didn’t like that. If she and Killian had anything, it was an honest passion. They both felt strongly and struggled to ever shield that from the other. Why, then, would she shield some of that same fire and spark on their day?

“I think what your mother is trying to say, is that this is about the big stuff. You should talk about how you feel the strongest, not necessarily the little moments.” Emma smirked at her dad, thinking that comment in particular might have been more for his benefit, so that he could keep from hearing too much about Emma and Killian’s ‘quiet’ moments, but she saw that he believed it in his eyes and her shoulders sagged slightly.

Understanding that her parents, well intentioned as they were, were not going to be helpful, Emma made her excuses, claiming that she had rounds to complete of the town. Instead of seeking out crime, though, Emma continued to research. She made a stop at Granny’s and casually slipped the conundrum into conversation with Granny herself as she waited for her grilled cheese and onion rings.

“People often overlook the traditional vows, thinking that they need to include their own personal ones, but if you think about it, there’s a lot to be said for the basics. If you say those, and you insert the same kind of feeling and promise as you would something unique, a marriage is better off. People get so caught up in what makes them special, they forget that this union is still a marriage. It follows rules and guidelines.”

Emma found that interesting, mainly because she’d never considered just saying the traditional vows and leaving it there. Yet, where Granny saw sincerity, Emma saw coldness. Truth was, she loved Killian’s words, and if she didn’t say something, maybe he wouldn’t either. Perhaps that was selfish, but when she thought about her wedding, she didn’t see just in sickness and in health, she saw a painting made of words, a song from their professions. She saw magic, and not the kind that would come from just the generic status quo.

“That’s a load of bullshit. If you want my advice, go with a poem or song lyrics. There’s a whole bunch of dead people who have been in love too, and they got paid to put it into words. Don’t beat yourself up over yours.” Emma had to laugh at Leroy’s claims. She liked the idea of a quote somehow, but she wasn’t going to do a spoken word version of a classic rock song and call that her vows. That just seemed ridiculous.

“Well, thanks for the input.” Emma said as she handed Granny her cash and took the take-out bag.

“Which are you going to do?” Leroy asked and Emma shrugged.

“I guess we’ll see.” She headed back out into the sunny afternoon and considered if perhaps she could find the answers from somewhere else, and she noticed the library. Even if she didn’t use a quote, she might still find the answers in a book.

“Good morning, Emma,” Belle greeted as Emma walked inside. She was holding her beautiful baby boy as she pushed a book cart towards the stacks, and Emma readily offered assistance. Where Emma had assumed she’d be passed the books, she was passed the child instead.

“What can I help you with, Emma? Magical studies?” Emma shook her head, but then felt guilty for saying it out loud. Belle was the embodiment of the fact that sometimes love wasn’t enough and that marriage didn’t always last. Rumple had chosen power, and despite his insistence, Belle chose the light, especially when she had a child to be a role model for. Things had deteriorated, and now Belle was left with her son, going it alone. Emma didn’t want to bring up any unhappiness for Belle, but the brunette was perceptive.

“The wedding is only a few days away, so let me guess, you were thinking about your vows?” Emma nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I can look elsewhere or…” Belle waved her hand, and though she gave a sad smile, Emma could see the strength of her friend’s conviction as she responded.

“No, this is a great place to come if you need inspiration. But if you want my advice, the best thing you can do in your vows is speak your truth. Lay it all out there, Emma, your worries your past, the dreams you have for the two of you. Leave nothing unsaid, because it’s in denial that cracks form.” Emma came over to Belle and patted her arm in sympathy.

“Someday, you’re going to find love worthy of you, Belle. And until then, this little ray of sunshine will give you every ounce of love he has to give.” Belle smiled at that.

“I know. Maybe you and Killian will have a baby together soon too. I think our kids would be good friends, don’t you?” Emma was a little choked up at the thought but she nodded.

“Definitely. I should be going though.” Emma handed the baby back to Belle.

“Wait, you don’t need to see the books?” Emma smiled and shook her head.

“Actually, your advice was good enough for me. Thanks, Belle.” Her friend waved goodbye and Emma now had what she needed, she just needed to sit down and write it. In an attempt to do that, she headed to the station, pulled out a pad of paper and sprawled out, trying to figure out the right words to put on the page. Only, everything she wrote sounded cheesy.

She remained in the same problematic state when Regina came with Henry to pick up one of his school books that he’d forgotten at Emma’s that morning, and when the two of them found her this way, they couldn’t help but comment.

“Mom, is everything okay?” She looked up from the scribbled nonsense on the page and blushed a little, putting the paper aside.

“Yeah, just a little writer’s block.”

“Ah, for your vows,” Regina mused.

“Yeah. Well we all know that Killian has a way with words, while I… usually don’t.” Henry only grinned in response.

“Lucky for you that you have a son who’s an author then.” Emma considered that, but then thought better of it.

“That’s an incredibly kind offer, kid. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that these words of all words have to come from me.” Henry considered that, and then smiled.

“Yeah, that’s probably true.”

“Just don’t compare yourself to him,” Regina said and Emma looked at her.

“To Killian?” Regina nodded. “How can I not, we’ll literally be getting married.”

“Right, but you’re not marrying someone who is exactly the same as you. You have different strengths. Your pirate has charm and flashy words and an accent. You have other things to offer. Find those, and use them.” Emma mulled that over, and then it hit her, one of her strengths was that she was actually best when under pressure. Sure, she was always prepared, but when the chips were down, she trusted her instincts and went with her gut. These words would come to her in the moment, and to treat them as something other than that wasn’t realistic. Not for her anyways.

“Thanks, that actually helped a lot.”

“Regina is sometimes the bearer of good advice. Surprising I know.” Killian’s comment from the entryway had Emma turning and instantly smiling. He was leaning against the wall with that mirthful look in his eyes that always had her stomach flipping slightly. Though she heard Regina’s haughty rebuff, she knew it was all in good fun. The ex-Evil Queen and the land bound pirate had actually formed a sort of friendship since returning from the Underworld. Now all their barbs were tinted with jest instead of actual hostility.

“Good luck, Mom.” Henry said as he hugged Emma goodbye and Killian gave her a quizzical look over Henry’s that she ignored. When Henry and Regina were out of earshot, Killian made his move, slinking up beside her and running his hand along her hip, heating Emma through the cotton of her shirt.

“You need luck with something, love? Perhaps I can help.” She kissed him, throwing him off slightly, but it only took a moment for him to meet her in enthusiasm, when she pulled back, she was slightly breathless.

“You help me everyday, Killian. Trust me, this I can handle.”

“Alright, love.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again and Emma leaned in, enjoying the feel of him being there. Where the vows might confuse her, this never would. She understood them and this.

“Three days until I make you Mrs. Jones,” Killian whispered against her lips and her lips curled up in a smile.

“Let’s not jump the gun. I kind of like my last name already.” She was teasing, but she couldn’t help it, she loved to get a rise out of him.

“Emma, as long as you’re my wife. You can go by whatever you like.”

“Your permission is appreciated.” He scratched behind his ear, clearly uncomfortable.

“That’s not what I meant, Swan, I –“

“I was kidding. Jones works for me.” He smiled at that, and it was one of those ones reserved just for her, filled with love and hope and a distinct layer of bliss. With that, Emma extended her hand to him, which he readily took and they headed off to anxiously await the wedding to come.

…………………….

“I have to say, Mrs. Jones, that I am the luckiest man in the world to have you as mine.” Emma’s skin tingled and goose bumps broke out as Killian’s fingers traced the exposed flesh of her arms. Her ivory gown was made of a fine lace, and though not fairytale-like, it harked of a real world royalty. She had felt beautiful all day in it, and Killian had barely let a moment pass after the vows were said when they weren’t touching. All of that left her wanting and waiting for release, but he was going slow, drawing it out, heightening the impending pleasure. Emma ran her tongue across her lips, anticipating all that was to come.

She looked him over again, still loving the way he’d dressed in his signature black for the ceremony. She was glad that he’d managed a compromise between the styles of this world, and where his heart lay, and she was thinking wicked things about peeling back the layers of his three-piece suit. The vest in particular caused a stir in her, as the ones he wore every day always did.

“I didn’t do so bad either.” He smirked at that, but bent his head for a kiss, only to nip at her bottom lip and pull back away, turning her in his arms swiftly, so her back was to his front. Though there was little space between them, Killian worked at the zipper of her dress, finding the hidden metal quickly and opening the dress that had fit her like a glove all night. As the cool night air kissed more and more of her skin, she heard his sharp intake of breath. No doubt he had found her special surprise for him. Her strapless bra and panties selected for the day were also lace, barely there, and red.

“You’ll drive your husband to an early grave with gifts like this, Swan.” She closed her eyes, both from the feel of his callused hand pushing off her dress, and from the endearment. His voice was thick with lust, the tone gravely and raw, but it was the word itself that held all the power. She was glad he wouldn’t let it go, since when he’d said it all the time she’d known him, it had carried so much meaning. A name that had once been little more than the wishful thinking of a could-be family was made whole through him whether he was teasing, or sincere, or filled with lust. She always wanted to be his Swan, and now she knew that she would be.

“Says the one who’s going so slow, I’m about to combust.” His lips came to the crook between her neck and shoulder, and she eased back so he’d have better access. Her dress pooled around her feet, and the feel of his still clothed body against her nearly bare one sent more chills down her spine. Meanwhile Killian’s hand traveled lower, passing the thong she had on and zoning in on her clit. She was already so needy for attention there that she couldn’t help but purr at the feeling. He could get her off like this alone if he so chose, and God, did she hope he had mercy and did just that.

“As this shall be our one and only wedding night, it seems in our best interest to savor every last moment.” The circles he drew around her needy bud had her craving more and her hands came around her back in a motion so swift that she eluded him to unclasp her bra. As expected, the reveal of her breasts pulled a groan from him and moved things faster. He pulled her closer, and triggered her climax, biting on her shoulder at the same time, causing his name to tumble out as a cry from his lips.

“You don’t play fair, love.” She smiled before turning in his embrace and going for the buttons on his vest. The jacket, was gone by this point, but she needed the contact of skin on skin, and if she was doomed to a night of slow pleasurable torture, she was damn well going to feel his skin on hers to spark that satiny heat that only flesh could.

“Marriage is supposed to be all about compromise.” He smiled at that, letting her strip the vest from his person.

“I’ve heard that once or twice, but I also know, that when you’ve given me control, you’ve never gone wanting in our bed.” Her throat was dry and her sex grew wetter at the statement. The flimsy material still between her legs was likely soaked because he was right. He knew her wants and desires even before she did, playing every sensation, every emotion so spectacularly well that sex became a revelation. In that cheesy, cliché way, it became making love though it was still hot and slick and wickedly good.

She’d now unbuttoned his shirt and looked at his chest and abs, exposed for her perusal. She couldn’t help but run a hand across the muscles there, and felt the slight tense as her hand made initial contact. She smiled, stepping nearer, her lips so close to his, but holding back.

“The same can be said for when I take the lead, Captain.” She felt the shiver that went through him, and watched him lick his lips. Tempted as she was, she used her other hand to pull him down for a kiss that she knew would burn hot enough to incite him to action. He liked to play at slow and meticulous, but they could have that later. Now she wanted a declaration of everything she felt in her heart to manifest physically. He seemed to understand that this was a driving need within her and picked up on the shift from play to necessity.

They made their way to the bed, and where Emma planned to magic off the thin material still covering between her legs, she instead had the distinct pleasure of watching Killian tear them off.

“Those were expensive,” Emma said breathily, not actually giving a damn, and instead loving the primitive display.

“I’ll buy you dozens to replace them, Swan, and rip them all off just so.” Emma moaned as he kissed down her body and angled his mouth to her waiting heat, pausing only to grin against her before fucking her with his mouth. It was glorious and rough and an excellent demonstration of all the little things he’d learned about her. Like how she loved when he sucked on her clit, and how rough strokes coupled with soft delicate swirls always set her ablaze. Emma could actually feel the crackling energy of her magic pressing at the surface of her skin, that’s how fiercely the fire inside of her burned. She wanted to watch him, loving the almost predatory gaze he saved for her in these moments, but it was all too much. She closed her eyes as he pushed her past the edge.

“I love you.” She said, as he came back up above her. She ran a hand through the messy locks of his dark hair and her thumb came along his cheek. He leaned into her touch, and for the second time that day, her eyes filled with tears.

“Happy tears I hope, love,” he said as he kissed her lightly.

“The happiest.” As she shook away the pools of moisture though, a thought occurred to her. Though right now, this felt like one of the best days she’d ever known, and likely ever would. There could be more – would be more – and one of those days didn’t need to be so far in the distance.

“Remember that talk we had when we got back from the Underworld?” Killian’s eyes grew wider and he nodded.

“The one about more children.”

“I think we’re ready,” she whispered and he grinned.

“You’re sure, Emma?” She nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure.” The understanding between them tinged the already flowing desire between them with something more. This was now more than a promise, but an attempt to make their future bigger and brighter. With each thrust into her, Emma thought about how Killian was giving her forever, and was now trying to give her even more. The crazy big family that they already had would grow, and she’d get a second chance, to do things right, and to do them with someone who loved her by her side. The thoughts were heady, and catapulted her to climax quickly, with Killian following just behind.

“There has never been another love as great as mine for you, Emma.” Killian whispered some time later as he held her close to him. She smiled nuzzling closer, relishing his warmth, but when her innocent attempts at snuggling had him getting hard again already, Emma felt a call to act. Like her husband – wow, he was really her husband – she too loved a challenge. The one in front of her tonight, was to make their time together pure magic over and over and over again.

Hours later, as the reprieve of sleep pulled at Emma, she couldn’t help but remember earlier that day, when she’d held Killian’s hand in hers and made her promises. She had worried for nothing, because doing things her way had lit up the deep blue of his eyes to a new shade that was nothing short of exultant. As her own eyes closed, the words she’d chosen filtered through her mind and lulled her into a wonderful dream.

‘People have been trying to tell me who I was my whole life – an orphan, a girl, a felon, a mother, a savior. Some of those things have been a gift and others a burden. I thought I was supposed to push back, to stake out my own determined path, and sometimes I have, but after everything, it’s hard to argue that some things aren’t simply meant to be. Some things are simply destined, and luckily for me, my life has turned out better than I could have ever hoped, because I have you by my side.

‘But if my destiny was to be the savior, so was yours. In so many ways, Killian, you have become my salvation. You love me through my fear, and through my doubt. You hold my hand when times are darkest, and you faced the darkness in you so that we both could rid ourselves of demons. I will spend every day for the rest of my life loving you, fighting for our love and making sure that you know that the scared little girl I once was found strength in you. The path may not be clear, but my dreams for us are, and the biggest one of all, is that we find our happily ever after, which starts today. I love you Killian, for now and for always, and I wanted to thank you for loving me as you do. I will never be able to say how much it means, but I will do my best to show you each and every day.’

………………………..

Do you know how they say, how they say in the movies? Once you stop searching love will come your way Never again will I let someone in, I said "I might've just jumped the gun"

Dancing alone might've been fun before you came to realize The lights went out but your silhouette appeared in my sight

You took my heart You're my salvation You lift me up You're my salvation You're my salvation

I do recall, I never thought anything could ever change So easy giving up on hope with all the love in you Just waiting to be found, I might've just jumped the gun

Walking alone might've been cool before you came to realize The lights went out but your silhouette appeared in my sight

You took my heart You're my salvation You lift me up You're my salvation You're my salvation

Dancing Da-da-dancing Da-dance-dance Da-da-da Dancing Da-da-dancing Da-dance-dance Da-da-da Da-da-da Dancing

You took my heart You're my salvation You lift me up You're my salvation You're my salvation

Dancing alone might've been fun before you came to realize The lights went out but your silhouette appeared in my sight You're my salvation

Set-up is complete by 12:30pm, with the nuptials due to start at 1:30pm. At 1:00pm, Regina peers out of a tent they set up to keep some element of mystery for her reveal, and she looks a little shocked to see almost the entire town gathered. They’d set up a modest amount of chairs, and those are filled, with everyone else standing around and mingling while they wait. With a smile she tries to hide, Regina extracts one hand from the tent flap and waves it around, conjuring more chairs for the rest of the guests to sit in, and they all happily flock to the extra seating.

 Emma and Mary Margaret precede her out of the tent. They aren’t exactly bridesmaids, just like David and Killian are not exactly groomsmen, but the four of them attend to the bride and groom, lending a helping hand and then sitting back to watch the ceremony take place. Everyone is beyond delighted as Roland acts as their ring bearer. His tiny suit still doesn’t fit quite right, but he smiles his dimpled smile at everyone he passes, carrying the tiny pillow with the rings up to his father and proudly presenting them.

 Regina and Robin exchange their vows in front of the townspeople, promising to love each other in sickness and in health, through good curses and through bad, through every battle, and every single moment of peace. When they kiss to seal it, the town applauds and the newlyweds beam.

 Just like the ceremony wasn’t really a ceremony, the reception isn’t really a reception. Everyone flocks in and out of Granny’s all throughout the rest of the day, wishing the happy couple luck and sharing in the dancing.

 So far throughout the day, Emma has had no problem wearing her dress. It helps that Regina just told them to go find dresses they felt comfortable in, as she herself wore something she felt amazing in rather than angling for the traditional white. Emma’s is long, just short of brushing the ground, with a beaded accent along her waist but otherwise unadorned. The fabric is soft to the touch, and the slit at the front captures Killian’s gaze all through the course of the day, and she doesn’t mind one bit.

 He’s sitting at the bar when she finally collapses after numerous dances with her father. He slides a tumbler of rum towards her as he sips from his own, chuckling when she almost slides from the stool she’s perched on as she attempts to wrench her heels from her feet. She’s been contemplating for hours whether or not there’s magic to make them hurt less, but so far nothing inspirational has come forth. She goes to place the shoes on the counter, but Killian catches the strap on his hook before they touch, shooting her a glance and nodding towards Granny and smiling affectionately at Emma.

 She returns the smile easily and runs her hand over the lapel of his suit jacket. He looks good. Like, damn good, if she says so herself. She leans over to kiss his cheek, all the while whispering exactly what they’ll do to each other as soon as the typical reception festivities have drawn to a close. Killian regulates his breathing, shooting her heated gazes as he considers her suggestions.

 “I guess I’m stuck barefoot until we head back. Although I think at this point the only way I’m putting those damn shoes back on is if magic is involved.”

 Killian chuckles and reaches into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, producing a pair of satin slippers and placing them on the bar next to her elbow.

 “I had a hunch. Figured I would bring them along in case your feet were in peril at any point in the festivities. Although, you’ve made it much longer than I thought you would.”

 “You are just – you just – Listen here Mr. Hook, we are going to have an excellent time after we leave here. Just let me do this stupid bouquet toss so I can make my mother happy and then we’ll get out of here, okay?”

 “Aye, I’ll be waiting just over there for you, love.” With that, Killian wanders to the other side of the gathering of female wedding attendees. He fiddles with his phone, Emma’s heels dangling from his hook, barely paying attention to those around him as he leans against the wall next to the door.

 He’s not quite sure what happens next, just that there’s suddenly a bouquet of flowers smacking him in the face and dropping into his arms. He hears the whoops and whistles of those in the diner, looks up to see Emma laughing and Regina looking smug. He can feel the tips of his ears go red with all the attention turned on him, as he has no idea what the customary response to this gesture would be, but Emma looks pleased and that’s all that really matters to him.

 They say their goodnights shortly after, Emma ruffling Henry’s hair even as he protests and scoffs. His teenage senses are showing, and Emma and Regina exchange a look before they both lick their thumbs and go after his face, causing a look of horror on the boy’s face before it disintegrates into laughter.

 Emma still makes sure one last time with Snow that Henry staying at the loft won’t be a problem for an evening, and she assures her daughter yet again that it’ll be fine, that they’re always happy to have him over before shooing Emma back to Killian’s side and bidding them goodnight.

 Their walk back to the house is quiet and leisurely.

 The way they talk about marriage later that night after their passion is temporarily quenched is much the same.

 And when Killian officially slips the ring on her finger (again, it’s not like she hasn’t been wearing it for months anyway) and calls it an engagement, it follows suit.