"Do I really have to do this?", Killian asked Emma, who was sitting on his lap, as she was desperately trying to brush her hair and he was desperately trying to convince her to stay in.
"You know my family, Killian. This is important to them" She paused. "And to me.", she finished, her puppy eyes taking action.
"But do I really have to wear a tuxedo, Emma? This is bloody ridiculous."
"I know, OK? I prefer you with leather, too. But this is formal. Please?", she asked again, knowing that she had already won the war. She had him wrapped around her little finger. In the good way.
"You prefer me with nothing at all, love. Don't even try to deny it.", he replied, smirking.
"OK, you got me. Now, can you please change? I am almost ready and you keep wandering around the house with only your boxers on."
"Bidding me around. Wonder where this will lead to.", he responded with a grin.
"Not this time. At the door in ten minutes. I'm counting.", Emma said, as she got out and closed the door behind her. He was being such a kid at times.
He was ready in thirteen minutes, so they almost managed not to be late. Emphasis on almost.
They had reserved Granny's just for themselves (what the hell? Emma would never understand that), so they had no problem with preparations.
In the family dinner, Mary Margaret, David and Henry, were the ones who… well, participated. Emma and Killian arrived, holding hands (she had reattached his hand once they got back from Neverland) and got in, a little scared of what they might come across. This was the Charming family after all.
Fortunately, everything looked normal. They kissed each other politely and sat at the table. Killian and David were, like every time, exchanging glances that varied from; I will be forever grateful for saving me back then to; don't you dare touch my daughter. It was a good thing that Emma was a grown up.
After an hour or two, Henry, who hadn't really talked a lot, something rare and unusual, decided he wanted to make a toast. With soda.
"To my mum and to Killian.", he said. "When she's happy, I'm happy."
"Thank you, son.", Emma said and kissed his forehead.
"My turn.", Snow said and raised her glass.
Emma didn't really know what to expect, and neither did Killian.
"I am glad you are happy, Emma. Here's to my daughter's happy ending."
That made them smile even wider, as they remembered their first encounters. Talking about True Love.
As she was about to tell him something, he leaned forward and kissed her. Very passionately.
"I'm eleven and were eating! Mum!", Henry complained.
She pulled away. "Sorry.", she whispered, cheeks flushing. Mary Margaret was smiling lightly. And so was David.
Granny appeared in front of them, holding plates with…
"Jello? Seriously, Jones?", Emma said, trying to hold her laugh.
"Well, isn't that our thing, love?"
"You're an idiot."
"Thank you very much."
She started eating. It was blueberry flavored. It was actually nice. Maybe he was kidding her back then. Suddenly, her spoon touched something solid.
"What is that?", she asked, more to herself. She slowly took out of the jello a…
"Ring? Are you proposing? Are you proposing with a ring in a jello?! You're crazy!"
"What do you say, love?", he said, taking the ring out of her hands and putting it on her finger. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes!", she said, laughing and crying at the same time. "Yes!"
"To the newest member of the Charming family!", Charming toasted, accepting Killian Jones into his family.
"To Killian.", Emma said, pulling him and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
Only there was tomorrow. And they would live it together.