Emma stood at the sink, finishing up the dishes. She was waiting for Killian to come get her so they could go on their date. Her parents were out of the house, probably at the sheriff's office waiting for a call from Mrs. Ginger.

Emma sighed as she continued to dry plates.

Storybrooke was a boring town, the people were nice and all but nothing ever happened here. Her parents were trying to get her to take a job as deputy so she could work with them. Emma rolled her eyes, she loved her parents. Really she did, but it was like they didn't realize that she had turned eighteen last month and wanted out.

Nobody ever seemed to leave this town once they moved here and Emma was getting restless.

If it wasn't for Killian...

A car honk pulled her out of her thoughts as she looked up to see a white pickup truck pull into the driveway. Killian Jones stepped out of the driver's side wearing his usual black leather coat and jeans. He even wore the same old black eyeliner that made his eyes pop. "Emma, love." He said as he let himself in.

"What is it, you old pirate?" Emma teased.

Killian and his brother Liam were sailors who went out to catch fish hence the nickname Emma gave him back in junior year.

"Ms. Swan, would you do this pirate an honor and be my bride?" Killian pulled out a ring and got on his knee.

"Killian. I-I-Yes! Of course!" Emma grinned as Killian put the ring on her finger. "Swan, you've made me the happiest man on Earth." Emma's smile faded when she considered her parents, not to mention her grand stepmother the mayor.

"They won't like this, you know." Emma said. "Well then," Killian whispered. "Seems I'll just have to kidnap you then."

"Kidnap me?" Emma laughed. "Well," Killian whispered. "I am a pirate, remember?" Emma grinned and kissed him.

They didn't even drain the sink of the suds.

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"What do you mean that's all it says?!" Mary Margaret cried as David read the note again.

"Sorry, I've been hooked by love."

Mary Margaret felt her heart breaking slightly at the words as David sat wondering who had taken his little girl. Okay, she was eighteen, but still!

"It better not have been that Jones kid." Regina, who had come as soon as Mary Margaret called, muttered darkly.

Mary Margaret's eyes went wide with fear.

"What are people going to say?" She said. The gossip in Storybrooke was legendary.

"Well, it's not like she isn't old enough to go out on her own." David reasoned. "But with Killian Jones?!" Mary Margaret shrieked.

"She isn't old enough to know if she's in love or not!" Regina snapped.

David shrugged. "How old were Mary and I when we got married?"

"That's not fair. That was different." Mary Margaret argued. "We were in love."

"Just like Emma and Killian are now and we still are." David wrapped his arms around his wife. "She'll be fine. You and I both know you can't stop love if two people are knee-deep in it."

Mary Margaret sighed. David was right. Emma would call or something in a few days when she thinks they had calmed down and then they could discuss this with her.

Her daughter was married.

"Where did the eighteen years go?" She asked David who smiled.

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Emma sat sideways in the bed of Killian's truck with her feet out of the window as they drove to New York. "Well, how does it feel, Mrs. Emma Jones?" Killian asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"It feels like true love." Emma said as she intertwined her hand with his, the rings on their fingers touching as they drove toward their future.

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Rushed the ending but there you go!

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