Hello All. It's been a while since I wrote some FanFiction, and previous to right now I've only ever written FanFiction having to do with Han & Leia from Star Wars. But lately I've been seriously obsessing over CaptainSwan, so I figured I'd just write up a short piece. It's probably got some errors since I don't have a beta reader, and like I said, I haven't written in quite some time (around five months or so).
This is based off of several prompts that I basically just combined, so just go with it.
Reviews always make me happy! =)
Moments
There were exactly five times in which Emma Swan realized she might want to marry Killian Jones. Five moments where the one handed pirate with a drinking problem surprised her to no end, and made her come to terms with the fact that, of all people in the world, he might be her happy ending. Then again, her mother did say that happy endings could sometimes come from the most unexpected places.
Since returning from New York and regaining all her lost memories, Emma tried to return to a normal everyday lifestyle, despite the threats coming left and right from the Wicked Witch of the West. It was that little bit of normalcy that kept her going in the fight. And so, just as every morning, her alarm went off promptly at 7:15. It gave her just enough time to take a shower, dry out her hair and get ready for the day before making the trek down to Granny's for breakfast. On days when Henry stayed with her he would go with her, and they would share their breakfast together over mugs of hot cocoa.
This day was no different from any other, other than Henry was staying with Regina for the weekend. Emma woke, got ready, and walked to Granny's, throwing a 'good morning!' at the older woman and Ruby before sliding into her usual booth at promptly 8:15. After ordering her coffee and grabbing the nearest copy of the morning paper, she began to read the news.
And, as always, promptly at 8:17, he slid into the booth across from her. "Morning, Love," he greeted after a minute, using his hook to get her to lower the paper, causing her only to glare at him. He did this every morning, even when she was with Henry. He would join them in their breakfast, eating and drinking whatever they would. Once and a while he'd pay for their meals as well as his own, but the second Emma offered to pay for his, he'd refuse.
Things had been strange between them since he had found her in New York a few months previous. They had taken things slow, especially since Emma was also dealing with her feelings for Neal. They had both given her plenty of space, other than the usual seeing Neal because of Henry and Hook's daily appearance at breakfast. But while she would never admit it, Emma enjoyed his breakfast visits, because as much as she wanted to deny it, she really HAD enjoyed his company back in Neverland. Before the new curse robbed her of her memories, she had even found reason to believe that maybe there could be something between them. It was what made saying goodbye so hard, but his promise to always think of her somehow led her to continue her life, even if she couldn't remember him.
However, he had found her, and he made her remember, so she was more thankful for him than ever. And when he explained to her one night, after she stormed out of Granny's because of a spat between him and Neal, that he was going to back off and give her space no matter what his feelings were, she wanted to kiss him right there. He didn't know it, or maybe he did, but he had already won anyways.
"Good Morning Hook" Emma responded, finally setting the paper down on the table and grabbing the coffee Ruby had placed beside her only moments before. She took a sip, and he watched her. Ruby would return soon with his own coffee, Emma knew, because this was how this were. This was their normal.
But as much as Emma enjoyed their normal, it was time for a bit of a change. After their usual small talk through breakfast, they reached a null in the conversation. "So," she started when he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. "Are you doing anything later?"
Hook looked startled, "no, I didn't have anything planned. Why? Are you planning something?" he asked, his voice growing lower as he leaned towards her across the table, a smile forming across his face.
"No..yes, I mean.." she stuttered. Emma sighed, "...if you wanted, Henry's at Regina's this weekend and with Mary Margaret and David at their new house, I mean, the apartment is kind of empty and it's not like I want to ask…"
He placed his hand over hers, which was resting on the table, "Hey. You can stop rambling. I'd love to have dinner with you."
Emma stopped speaking and looked back up at him, "Really? I mean, ok. Good" she said, laughing a bit. What was up with her? She never stuttered or rambled. At least she hadn't for a really long time. Probably since she first met Neal. "So," she said, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, "I'll see you around 7?"
He smiled again, the same kind of smile that had given her hope before she drove across the town line months ago, "That you will Love." They stood then, and went their separate ways, just as they did every morning.
~K&E~
When Seven rolled around later that night, Emma was pulling out mugs from the cabinet when a knock sounded at her door. It wasn't a loud knock, not as forceful as when he had knocked on her door in New York, but she heard it, and quickly set down the mugs to open the door. When she did he greeted her with a smile, "Swan."
"Hey. Right on time" she greeted him, opening the door further and standing aside to let him through. She closed it behind him as he walked further into the apartment, stopping near the table.
"I brought us one of my finest bottles of wine, I hope you don't mind" he commented, holding the bottle out to her with his good hand. She accepted it with a smile in return.
"No problem at all. This must be pretty old if you have it" she teased. "Is it from the Enchanted Forest?"
"Indeed it is Love. I would have brought rum, as I know how fond you are of it, but I felt that wine might be more appropriate for the occasion." Things were awkward for a moment, but she soon set the bottle down on the counter and continued to finish the simple dinner. He helped her, working by her side to stir the pasta from time to time as she flipped the chicken in the pan. They laughed, making jokes here and there. Things were easy between them.
And when they did finally sit down for dinner, the conversation continued until all the food was gone from their plates. Only then was there silence. Hook was the first to speak, "So, Swan. I know I am fairly new to this land and your strange customs, but I do have a question."
"Yeah?" she asked, picking up her plate and standing, grabbing his on her way back to the kitchen and the sink. "And what would that be?"
He followed her, stepping behind her at the sink and invading her personal space, but just barely. "I may have overhead your lovely parents at lunch today. They were speaking of what they call a date, and how they wish you would go on one with Neal?"
Emma swallowed, refusing to move, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up her neck, "They've been trying to do that since before Neverland. Why ask me about it now?"
"Well, love" he continue, his lips ghosting her ear, "I must ask. Is this a date?"
She was silent for a moment. "Only if you want it to be" she finally managed to get out, finally turning to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him that bit closer to her so their bodies pressed together. "Look. I know you said you'd back off and give me space, but I've made my choice." As Emma looked into his eyes she felt like he was looking into her soul, "I want to try us" she whispered before leaning in and softly kissing him.
It was much unlike their first kiss, back in Neverland, and even more different still from their kiss in New York, where he had hoped true loves kiss would revive her of her memories. This kiss was slow and gentle, their lips moving against one another with no urgency in the world. When they did finally pull apart, their foreheads rested against one another. "Emma," he whispered. "Are you sure you want this? I'm a one handed pirate with a…" he began, but she cut him off with another kiss.
"No. You may be one handed, and you may drink a heck of a lot of rum, and you may be a pirate, but you're more than that you know."
And he smiled again, kissing her one more time before she playfully pulled away, unwrapping her arms from his neck, and skipping off to the living room, plopping herself down on the couch. He followed slowly, "What are you up to Love?"
"Well, since this is a date" she laughed, "that we might watch a movie. If that's alright with you, that is."
He sat himself down next to her as she turned on the tv, and he wrapped his good arm around her. "That sounds lovely, but what the bloody hell is a movie?" he asked as Emma leaned into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder as she cued up The Princess Bride.
~K&E~
At some point, Emma, supposed, she must have fallen asleep, as when she woke the next morning she wasn't in her bed, and she was certain it was long after 7:15. She was laying on the couch, a blanket draped over her along with the arm of a certain pirate. His body was warm against her back, and she could feel his breath as it fell slightly on the back of her neck.
She didn't want to wake him, not just yet, especially since the nearby clock told her that it wasn't as late as she originally thought, only reading 8:15. They wouldn't make it to their usual breakfast, and Emma knew that the next time she saw Ruby she'd get an earful of questions about where she had been with the pirate, but for some reason, Emma Swan didn't care.
Laying there in his arms on her couch seemed like the most natural thing in the world. And that's when she realized it. This is the new normal she was looking for. There may have been a day once upon a time where she imagined that it would be Neal here with her on the couch, but lately all Emma could imagine was a life like this with Hook. Where they would fall asleep watching a movie and stay there until morning. Where they'd awaken each day in her bed and walk downstairs for breakfast with Henry. A normal life where she'd come home from the Station and he'd be waiting for her, or where he'd spend time on his ship, teaching Henry how to sail.
Emma was interrupted from her thoughts, however, when she felt him place a light kiss on the back of her neck. "Morning Love."
"Good morning Killian" she returned easily. He tightened his grip around his waist, and for the first time, Emma had a thought.
Maybe a life with Killian Jones wouldn't be so bad after all.
The second time a thought occurred to Emma Swan, it was after they had been dating for some time. They met for breakfast, as usual, each morning, and he would come to eat dinner with her, and Henry if he was there, every Friday night. On the weekends when Henry was with Regina or Neal, he would sometimes stay with her, or they would return to his ship and she'd spend the night there.
Unlike her previous relationships, everything continued to be as easy as it had been at the beginning. They had their arguments, of course, such as how she wanted to keep their relationship secret or how her parents seemed to still be pushing her towards Neal, but for the most part things continued on a normal base.
So one Friday night, sometime in late spring, when they found themselves lounging on the upper deck of his ship, pillows and blankets surrounding them as they gazed at the stars, it wasn't anything unusual. Emma was curled up next to him, his arm draped under her head as a sort of pillow.
"Killian?" she began, sighing. "You said once that you knew a lot about the stars, right?"
He laughed slightly, "I do love. I use them for navigation. Unlike this land of yours, in the Enchanted Forest we never had what you call a GPS."
Now it was Emma's turn to laugh, nudging him in the side. While she had finally convinced him to begin wearing normal clothing, often consisting of jeans, button down shirts a vest and a leather jacket that Charming had given to him, there were still certain aspects of Storybrooke he just didn't understand. The entire basis of the internet and wireless communication being one of them. It was fine by her though. She'd much rather just go see her pirate than talk to him over the phone.
"What would you like to know?" he asked finally, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Well all I see are these burning balls of gas, millions of miles away. I guess when I was a kid I loved watching them like this, but the stories and the meanings were always lost on me."
Killian kissed her forehead briefly, "The stars are much more than that Love. To a pirate on the seas, they can be his only friend, other than his ship of course. They can lead to stories as old as time itself. But most of all, they can lead him home, much like they led me back to you."
She smiled then, leaning further against him and wrapping her arm over his chest. "How come you always know what to say?"
"What do you mean, love?"
"You always know exactly the right words. I mean, back before the curse you told me you'd always think of me, and before that, back in the Echo Cave you gave that whole speech. And whenever I would be afraid we wouldn't find Henry, you were there with words of comfort. You didn't learn that from the stars, did you?" she asked as she pulled her head up so she could look at him.
"I may be able to tell you about the stars, but I honestly can't tell you how I know what to say. Just a gift I guess. One of many" he suggested, his eyebrow raising. Emma let out a huff and settled back into his embrace.
They stayed there in silence for a while, watching the sky. "Killian?" she asked again, breaking the silence for the second time.
"Yes, love?"
"I uh…" she began, but lost her words. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Emma found herself wanting to ask him if they wanted to change their normal once again. She realized she was about to ask him to move in with them. Her and Henry. To live there with her like a happy family.
A family.
"Emma?" he asked again when she didn't continue her response further.
"Nothing. I was just going to ask if you wanted to join us for dinner with my parents on Sunday." Like a family.
Killian kissed the top of her head, "I'd love to."
And once again, Emma had a thought.
Maybe having a family with Killian Jones wouldn't be so bad either.
The next thought that occurred to Emma Swan came about a month later. Henry had been with them for the weekend, and just as always, Killian joined them for dinner in the apartment. They stood there, like a family, preparing their homemade tacos. Henry set the table, Emma chopped the vegetables and Hook stood, gently browning the meat in the pan. The tea kettle warmed on the stove, readying the water for the three mugs of hot cocoa sitting on the counter nearby, just waiting to be topped with whipped cream and cinnamon.
Once everything was finished they sat and ate, Henry telling them casually about school and about the great time he had with Grace the other day. Killian and Emma shared a glance as he went on and on about the young girl, but continued eating their dinner none the less.
And when the tacos had disappeared from their plates, Henry grabbed the dishes and brought them to the sink, where Emma helped him wash and Killian dried, a towel wrapped expertly around his hook so he could dry each dish. They worked like that, perfectly in sync with one another until each dish was put away.
"Mom, can we watch a movie?" Henry asked as he closed the last cabinet.
"Did you finish your homework already?" she returned smoothly, and Killian found himself admiring how well she obviously fit into the role of his mother.
Henry looked up at her with pleading eyes, "No, but mom, it's Friday, and Killian's here and please!?" he asked again.
Emma sighed and turned to Killian, "You want to stay for a movie?"
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked, his voice light.
"Of course."
Killian smiled, looking at Henry and then back to Emma, "As you wish" he replied simply.
So they settled in on the couch, much like Killian and Emma had done months before, and she hit play on The Princess Bride once again. It had become one of her favorite films, especially when she was in New York without her memories. Back then she had no idea why she had the urge to watch the film over and over again, but she did. Of course, when she regained her memories it became obvious why the film had stuck with her.
And Killian knew it too.
After watching the movie a few times, he would drop 'As you wish' into their conversations as much as possible. Emma knew it too, especially when he said it in front of her parents twice in one sitting and her mother gave her a look worth a million words. He would say it when they went for breakfast at Granny's, when he came to visit her at the station, when he accompanied her to pick up Henry from school, when they were alone in the apartment, or when Henry was there with them, much like he had done only minutes before.
Whenever it was said in the film, Emma could feel his gaze on her, and in response she would only curl closer to his warm form. Henry sat on his other side, but eventually ended up asleep with his head on Killian's leg. She was about to fall asleep herself when Emma found that the movie was ending. She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms over her head before looking at the two men beside her.
Killian looked back at her for a moment, but stood carefully moved Henry's head from his lap and stood. He carefully wrapped his bad arm under Henry's legs and his good arm around his shoulders, lifting him so his head was resting against his chest. He carried him slowly up the stairs, careful not to wake him, until they reached Henry's bedroom. Emma followed, stopping in the doorway as she watched her pirate lower her son to the bed and bring the covers over his body.
Moments later she joined him next to the bed, leaning down and kissing Henry on the forehead before grabbing Killian's hand and leading him out of the room, gently closing the door behind them. "I suppose I should go" he whispered, placing a light kiss on her forehead.
"Yeah, I suppose you should" she agreed. Although they had been dating for months and Henry adored Killian, they had a rule that he didn't stay the night if Henry were there, and if they were to fall asleep on the couch or something, that's where they would stay. Hook warmed her bed plenty of other nights anyways.
They walked back down the stairs and he got ready to leave, pulling on his leather jacket and stepping towards the door. "You're coming to breakfast tomorrow, right?" she asked, although she knew it was a silly question.
"As you wish" he returned, pulling her in for a goodnight kiss before opening the door.
She had closed the door and he was halfway down the stairs when she realized it. Throwing open the door she raced after him. "Killian" she breathed, looking up at him.
"Emma" he returned, smiling.
"I love you" Emma returned, as if it were the easiest thing she had ever said.
Killian's grin just grew wider, "I know. Open book, remember?"
Emma punched him in the arm, but quickly pulled him in for a kiss. "I suppose you really do have to go now" she said after they pulled apart.
"Only if you wish it" he returned once again. And while she didn't, she just nodded and started back up the stairs.
"Emma" he said from the bottom, stopping her before she could turn the corner to go back into her apartment. "Just so you know...when I say…"
"I know" she cut him off.
And Emma realized that maybe loving Killian Jones wasn't as hard as people made it out to be.
She was sick. So very, very sick. Emma had tried to go into the station, but David watched her walk in and sent her right back out the door. It wasn't even all that bad. Just the average cold, or flu, or whatever it was that she had.
Granted, she hadn't felt this horrible since...well...ever.
Reluctantly, Emma followed her father's orders and returned to the apartment. Luckily Henry was staying with Neal for a couple days, so she wouldn't have to worry about getting him sick. As she walked through her front door, Emma slowly took off her coat, her shoulders aching as she did so, and kicked off her shoes. Knowing that she wouldn't even make it back up the stairs to her bedroom, she collapsed on the couch, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. It wasn't anything interesting, just some sort of daily morning infomercial. So it was no surprise that she found herself asleep in no time.
~K&E~
When he knocked on her door and got no response, Killian was worried. He knew she had to either be in her apartment or lying dead somewhere on the street, but the later seemed largely impossible since he would have traced her footsteps home from the station. He knew she hadn't been feeling well, as she had called him to tell him she was skipping breakfast that morning but was still going into work. So that's where he had checked first, bringing her a hot cup of hot cocoa and cinnamon to the station only to find that David had sent her home.
He knocked again and waited. No answer. Grabbing the spare key he knew lived under the mat, he used it to open the door, the cup of hot cocoa resting safely in the curve of his hook. "Emma?" he called out, only to notice the TV running and the woman in question laying sound asleep across the couch. Killian just shook his head, throwing the spare key back under the mat and shutting the door quietly behind him.
He set the cocoa on the table before walking towards her. She was snoring lightly, and he could see in her unconscious expression that sleep was not coming easy to her, despite how tired she looked with the dark circles under her eyes. Killian shut the TV off and then gently picked her up in his arms. She woke with her head resting against his shoulder and jumped a bit, but he soothed her quietly. "Hey beautiful."
"What are you doing here?" she asked quickly. "I'm sick. You can't get sick too."
"Do you really think that a little bug is going to keep me from taking care of the woman I love?" He tightened her grip on her. "Do you know what kind of form it would be if I did that and left you here alone to die?"
"Killian, I am not going to die" she continued as he carried her up the stairs to her room. Once they reached her doorway she squirmed in his grasp. "Now put me down."
"Since you didn't answer my question, I'll answer it for you. It'd be bad form, very bad form." Killian finally gently put her down on the bed, but she was up in a second, her head spinning from the quick motion. He placed his hand on her shoulder to help steady her. "Woah woah woah, what do you think you're doing?"
"Trying to get you away from me! You're going to get sick!"
"I'm wounded, love. Here I was thinking you loved me and now all you wish is for me to leave you alone" he said with a smile.
"Killian" Emma said sternly.
"I'm not leaving Emma, no matter how much you want me to. I'm going to stay right here." With that, Killian plopped down on her bed, arms crossed, refusing to move. "So, you have two options. You can either let me take care of you or I'll just sit right here until you fall asleep and then I'll go find you some soup."
Emma stared at him. "You're really not going to leave, are you?"
"No, I'm not."
"Not even if I wish it?"
He glanced up at her, "now that's just not fair" he said, pulling her closer to him. She attempted to release herself from his grasp to no avail. "What do you say, love? Are you going to let me take care of you?"
Emma sighed. "I suppose so. I just don't want you getting sick."
"I'll be fine. Now. You on the other hand. You need to change, although I'd much prefer you without any clothes at all."
She swatted in him on the arm, "do you ever stop?"
"I'm sure you would despair if I did" he grinned.
"That I would" she agreed, finally escaping from his arms and moving to her closet to find something comfortable, and warm, to put on. He rose from his spot on the bed and quickly made his way down the stairs, yelling behind him.
"When you're all dressed get in that bed. I'll be right back!"
Emma couldn't help but laugh. Never in a million years did she think that she'd be in bed sick with Captain Hook taking care of her, refusing to leave her side. He spent the next day like that, laying in her bed with her, his arm around her shoulders as they watched movies. He brought her tissues and what seemed like endless bowls of soup and glasses of water and hot cocoa. And that night, she asked him to stay, although she was sure he would have done so anyways.
He found his usual pajamas in her closet and pulled them on as she snuggled up in her bed, and he joined her minutes later, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his solid chest. It was like she belonged there, that he belonged there.
And then Emma Swan had yet another realization.
Maybe it was time for Killian Jones to live there. With her. With Henry. Like a family.
The fifth time Emma Swan came to a realization, it was many, many months after she asked him to move in with them. They had asked Henry first, of course, but his only response had been "finally!" Killian and Emma had just laughed, and they spent a day not long after that moving the last of his few possessions into the apartment. The Jolly would stay docked, and they would visit her often, taking her out for one of Henry's sailing lessons or just for a day of leisurely time out on the water. But for the most part, Killian became a constant part of their lives. Not much different from how he had been before, but now more than ever.
But that wasn't the only change that had come about Storybrooke in the past year. Emma found herself a big sister to a younger brother, born months ago to David and Mary Margaret. Little James looked almost exactly like his mother, but had his father's eyes, and he could never have too much attention.
The first time they saw him, in the hospital, Emma held him close to her. All she had when it came to holding Henry as a baby was some false memories, ones that she was eventually able to sort out from the truth, so when she held her younger brother she couldn't look away. Killian stood beside her, looking down at the young boy, and when Emma looked up to her parents in silent permission, to which they nodded their heads, she gently handed him over to Killian. She'd never forget the look on his face the first time he held James, and it warmed her heart to see her pirate holding the newborn.
As time went by, Killian held James often enough, such as right now. Emma was flying through the apartment, grabbing everything she needed as she prepared to leave. James wasn't the only change in the town either. Finally, after over a year of engagement due to the entire second curse and so on and so forth, Ashley and Sean were finally getting married. Because of the entire ordeal with their daughter, Alex, and Mr. Gold, Ashley had promptly asked Emma to be her maid of honor, to which she graciously accepted.
Little did Emma know just how much work planning a wedding was. Ashley didn't have any family, and Sean's father was still somewhat unsupportive of the marriage, so Emma and Mary Margaret stepped in to help plan. As the days went by Emma found herself trying carefully to balance her work as Sheriff and the wedding and Killian and Henry, as well as spending time with her parents and baby James. Luckily she had Neal and Regina and Killian all to rely on for help if Henry needed it, although he was smart enough to get by on his own half the time.
But now that the actual day was there, she found herself going crazy. "Calm down, love. We'll be on time" Killian spoke softly as to not wake the baby sleeping soundly in his arms. Mary Margaret and Charming were both members of the wedding party as well, so they had left Killian in charge of James for the time being. Henry was helping of course.
"I can't just be on time! I should have been there five minutes ago! I'm the freaking maid of honor!"
"And you'll get there. The car's already running, we're already dressed and ready, right mate?" he asked Henry, who nodded his head. "So just slow down for a second."
He was met with a glare as she ran back up the stairs to grab her shoes. "I guess not. Come on lad, let's go get this little guy settled into the car." They walked down the stairs and Henry helped him get James into the little yellow bug before climbing in themselves. Moments later Emma finally appeared, her deep blue dress waving in the wind as she walked around the car and got in.
"Everyone ready?"
"Ready!" Henry replied from the backseat before she started them off to the wedding.
~K&E~
The ceremony was beautiful. The church was covered in brilliant blue and white flowers, and was packed full of people from all over the community, some of which Emma only knew because she had helped send out the invitations. They moved onto the reception, and Killian finally handed young James back to his parents before sitting at a table, Henry on his right side and Emma on his left.
The meal and reception went on without a hitch, and soon enough Emma found herself mingling with the guests. Music played and at some point she lost track of Killian and Henry, who were lost somewhere in the crowd. She noted her parents sitting, James in his mothers lap, laughing as they played with him. Ashley and Sean danced, and their daughter ran up to them, tugging on her mother's dress. Sean quickly picked her up and they danced together as a family.
A family.
She finally found Killian and Henry, and quickly joined them where they were sitting at the table, just having finished another round of obnoxious dancing. She was barely able to say hello when an older woman Emma did not recognize approached them, placing her hand on Emma's shoulder. "Emma, I'd just like to compliment you. You did a wonderful job arranging this wedding."
"Well thank you" she replied. "It's not really my forte, and Mary Margaret did a good portion of the work, but…"
"And these two" she said, looking to Killian and Henry. "Such a wonderful family you have. I saw you two practicing your sword fighting a week ago or so. I never saw much of it back in the Enchanted Forest, but I must say. You both had quite the good form. Like father, like son, right?" she asked, glancing at Emma.
"Oh I'm not…" Killian started just as Emma began to reply "He's not his…"
But it was Henry that spoke for all of them. "Yeah, dad's been doing a great job of teaching me." Killian looked shocked, and Emma found that she couldn't do anything but glance between the two most important men in her life. She met Killian's gaze and realized something.
Maybe marrying Killian Jones was exactly what she wanted.
~K&E~
A month later Emma found herself surrounded by her closest friends and family at her 31st birthday party, but there was only one man she had her eyes on when he dropped to one knee and asked her to marry him. And she couldn't of been happier.
Six months after that she was dancing at her own wedding. Henry had been the best man, Ruby and Ashley her co-maids of honor, and James the ring bearer. And she was happy.
Ten months following she found herself holding her own son, Liam, as Killian sat by her side, the young baby grabbing onto his father's finger and holding it tight.
And finally Emma came to one last realization.
She had found her happy ending.