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It was another typical night at work. Singing cheesy eighties songs at a reception in the banquette hall, saving the reception from the groom's drunken brother who rants about how he's better than the groom and tries to get him in trouble with his new bride. It was all just a typical night for Killian Jones... that is until he met her.
"Hey Victor, how come you're not out with your limo. What's up?" Killian asked his friend as he approached him at the bar while his backup singer, Jefferson, was entertaining the audience.
"That new waitress. That's what's up," Victor answered.
Killian turned around to see who Victor was referring to and then he saw her. She was breathtaking. Long, blonde hair with loose curls and the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. She was wearing a white, button up shirt, white apron and black skirt that showed off a gorgeous pair of long legs. Killian had to stop himself from ogling her, being an engaged man and all. But god he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was.
"Boy, is she in trouble. She's gonna get it and she doesn't even know it."
"Take it easy mate," Killian snarled. If Victor wasn't his good friend he would have knocked him out for that comment, even though he didn't even know this woman. "Who is she?"
"She's Ruby Lucas's cousin, and if she's half as easy as Ruby, I'll close this deal by the end of the week."
They watched as the waitress hit a wedding guest with the huge, round tray in her hand and apologized profusely.
Killian chuckled lightly at how adorable she was. It was clearly her first night on the job. "I don't think that's going to happen, mate."
"Oh please. It's her first day. It always takes them at least three weeks to realize they shouldn't date anyone at work."
"And for some reason, you like being the guy that helps them realize that?"
"Yes, I do," Victor nodded.
"You wanna be like Fonzy, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"You're on your way," Killian told him as he took a sip from his glass of rum.
This job was frustrating. It was her first day waitressing and so far was not going very well at all. She hit a guy in the head with a tray and knocked over two people's drinks as she served them their food. And then, as she was walking towards the kitchen, some guy grabbed her ass. She turned around, ready to smack him, but it was an old man who made kissey faces at her, so instead she just scowled at him and scurried away.
"More Prime Rib please," Emma told the cook as she sat the tray on the counter in the kitchen.
"More Prime Rib. Always the Prime Rib. Make them eat the fish," August grumbled.
"Can I get three Prime Rib?" Ruby asked with a big grin on her face as she sat her tray next to Emma's.
August smiled at her. "Your wish is my command."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding me? How come he's so nice to you?" Emma asked her.
Ruby sighed. "I let him look at my boobs at the Christmas party last year."
Emma's mouth opened wide in shock. Although she shouldn't be surprised. It wouldn't be the first time she's used her looks to her advantage. Plus she was a bit of a man eater.
"Not my finest half hour but it's been a pleasant working environment ever since," Ruby told her.
August gave Emma a suggestive look as he overheard their conversation.
"No. Don't even think about it," Emma shook her head at August.
August pouted and walked away.
"So, how's your first night going, cuz?" Ruby asked Emma.
Emma sighed. "It's just that being at this wedding is making me realize that Walsh is never going to set a date and I've been wearing this ring for two years and I feel like an idiot. I just feel stupid for moving to New York to be closer to him."
"Okay, I think you need a break. Go out back and get some air. I'll cover your tables."
"You don't look so good, young lad," Killian said as he saw a kid with a glass of brown liquid in his hand. "You gonna throw up?" He took the glass from him and put his hand on the kid's shoulder.
The curly-haired boy looked about thirteen and was as pale as a ghost as he held his stomach. "Yeah," he mumbled.
"Come with me lad." Killian escorted him to the back door and opened it as the kid stumbled in front of him. As soon as he walked outside, there she was. The waitress from earlier was sitting on the step looking down into her drink. Killian swallowed thickly as he helped the boy to the dumpster, catching the waitress's attention. "Come on, let it out," Killian said as the boy leaned over it and vomited profusely. "That a boy," he said holding him up to keep him from falling in. "Hi lass," Killian said to the woman as he turned his head to meet her gaze.
"Is he a friend of yours?" she asked him.
"Nah, actually I couldn't let him do it in front of his family."
The kid made loud noises as he threw up.
"Okay. You all through?" Killian asked as he helped the kid up from over the dumpster and walked him towards the door.
"Yeah," the boy said miserably.
"You going to wait a few years before you start drinking again?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Remember alcohol equals puke equals smelly mess equals nobody likes you," Killian told him as he opened the door for him.
Before the boy could walk inside, the groom's drunken brother stumbled up the steps from the parking lot.
"Hey man, I got it," the guy said, referring to the kid.
Killian gritted his teeth. This guy was really getting on his nerves. "You go this way and you go this way." He motioned the kid inside and motioned the drunken idiot in the direction where he came from. "It's for the best, mate," Killian said as the man struggled against him. "It's alright, take it easy. See you later, sleep it off."
The man turned around and tripped as he walked down the steps, dropping his glass and stumbled away.
"What about you? Are you drinking too, love?" Killian asked the waitress as he pointed to the glass next to her.
She shook her head as she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were so green, they could pierce right through his soul as she looked up at him. "No. It's coke."
"Are you sure there's no rum in that coke, lass?"
"I'm not a big drinker. And if I was, I'd be puking in there more than that kid," she said, eyeing the dumpster.
"Oh, I don't think anybody could puke more than that kid. I think I saw a boot come out of him."
She giggled and her smile made his heart melt. She had the most beautiful and brightest smile he had ever seen. "You're the wedding singer?" she asked him.
"Aye. Killian Jones," he replied, extending his hand to her.
"I'm Emma Swan," she told him, shaking his hand. "I'm actually waitressing at your wedding next week," she said as she swiped a stray curl behind her ear. As she did, he noticed what he could only assume was an engagement ring on her wedding finger.
"Ah. That's quite the rock you got there, love. Are you getting married too?"
Emma looked down, a sad look on her face. "Actually, I don't know how serious the guy is who gave this to me. Right now I feel like I'm doomed to wander the planet alone forever."
Killian's heart ached for her. What kind of sodding idiot wouldn't want to marry her? He had only known for a short time but he could read her like an open book. Her eyes told him that she was lost and mistreated. And he could also tell that she was warm and kind just by looking at her. "Kind of like the Incredible Hulk," he quipped, but in a soothing voice, trying to make her feel better.
"Yeah. Only I'm not helping people." She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling.
"Sure you are. I saw you inside and you were giving them fish and coffee and forks. People can't eat without forks."
Emma laughed. "And they can't drink without fish."
"That's right... I think. What does that mean?" he shook his head and chuckled.
"I don't know. You lost me back at the Hulk."
"Oi," Killian smiled.
Just then, the door opened.
"You better get in here. They're starting to turn on Jefferson," Victor told him, peaking his head out before he stepped back inside.
"Bloody hell, he's gotta learn a new song. Well, it was nice to meet you, Emma."
"It was nice meeting you," she smiled. "And if I do ever get married, maybe you'll sing at my wedding."
"Of course, love. It's a deal," he reached his hand out to shake hers again.
"Okay."
"See you around," he said as he turned around and walked inside.
Emma couldn't stop thinking about the wedding singer she met last night. Tall, jet black, disheveled hair, gorgous blue eyes, smooth British accent, black suit and red vest with a thin amount of chest hair peaking out. And then there was fact that he was willing to commit to someone and follow through with his proposal. She needed someone like that, and yet here she was, this girl who moved from Boston for a guy who may never set a date for their wedding. She was probably just kidding herself to think that he ever would. What she wouldn't give to have a guy like Killian. Bad Emma. She really had to stop thinking about him. Married or not, she was still engaged and so was he.
The night seemed to go smoother than one before. She didn't knock anything over or hit anyone over the head with a tray. And it wasn't because she was trying not to look like a klutz in front of a certain British man who took the stage like he owned it, and boy he did. Nope, it wasn't that. She was just getting better at her job.
As he strung away at the guitar and had a voice that gave her goosebumps, she would look up at him from time to time while she waited on tables.
"So, what do you think of the Wedding singer? He's good isn't he?" Ruby asked Emma in the kitchen waiting for their orders from August.
"Yeah. He's really good," Emma replied as she held back a smile.
"Its too bad he's getting married. What a waste. He's gorgeous."
"Oh. I haven't really noticed," Emma lied. She absolutely did notice.
"Oh please. I saw you looking up at him."
Damn. Was she really that easy to read? "He's an entertainer. Everyone was watching him."
"Whatever you say, Em." Ruby shot her a knowing look.
Emma rolled her eyes. After she left the Kitchen with her tray full again, she shot another glance up at Killian. He was playing an upbeat number as he turned to look at her and smiled, those blue eyes shooting right through her soul. She looked away and focused on serving the guests their food. After she cleared the tray, she brought it back into the kitchen and decided she needed some fresh air.
"Rubs, watch my tables?"
"Got it cuz."
Emma went out the back door with a glass of coke in her hand and sat on the step as she heard the song end from inside. She thought about her predicament with Walsh and if maybe there was something drastic she could to get him to set a date. What she would do, she had know idea. Emma's thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door open behind her.
"Ah. I thought I'd find you here, love," Killian said as he approached her.
"You were looking for me?" Emma asked as she turned to look at him.
"Aye. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. You seemed distraught last night," Killian replied as he sat down next to her. "Still just coke?" He asked, eyeing the drink in her hand.
"Yeah, just coke. And I'm fine. Thank you. You were really good in there." She said meeting his gaze.
"Thanks, love."
"So are you nervous? About getting married I mean?"
"To be honest, I'm terrified." He gave her a weak smile.
"You are? Why? If you don't mind me asking."
"Not at all. I guess, I'm just terrified of it failing."
"What makes you think it will fail? You love her. She loves you, right?"
"Aye. But lately she's been distant, but it could just be that we've both been busy with the wedding planning and me working every night."
"Well, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about." Emma gave him a reassuring smile as she looked into his stormy blue eyes. She could see pain in them, although she didn't know whether it was from his fear of a failed marriage or if it something more.
"I suppose you're right, lass. Probably just cold feet."
She could have stared into his eyes forever but she had to remind herself he was getting married next week. "Well, we should probably head back in."
"Right. Back to work, Swan."
Emma's heart fluttered at the way he said Swan. He said it at if it were the most natural thing in the world, like it was a pet name rather than her surname. Killian stood up and extended his hand to her. She took it and used it as an anchor to help herself stand up and they both went back inside where Jefferson was getting boos from the crowd from singing the same song over and over.
The rest of the week went by fairly similar after that. Emma served tables, looking up at Killian occasionally, mouthing the lyrics to the song he was singing; Killian stealing glances at her as he sang and Emma stepping outside; Killian joining her on the step and exchanging friendly banter with her. Then they would get interrupted by a drunken guest or Ruby or Victor calling them in because of some kind of crisis going on inside. And Emma never thought about Killian outside of work. Ever. At least she tried very hard not to.
"Much better. You're going to blow it away at your fiftieth anniversary party," Killian told his Grandma Jones as they finished her singing lessons for the day, sitting at the piano.
"If I sang to Marco without making any mistakes, he would know how hard I worked and how much I still love him after all these years."
"I hope fifty years from now, Milah and I are just as happy as you two are."
"Oh you will be. It runs in the family. You're a born romantic, just as your father was."
"Yeah?"
"I know they'll be looking down on you tomorrow."
"I hope so."
"Are you nervous?"
"I'm actually not that nervous," he lied. "I'm around weddings all the time so it'll be fun." This part was true because he knew a certain blonde would be there. Though, he wouldn't get to hang out with her like they had been at the other weddings. But he would get to see her cheerful, encouraging smile as she looked back at him with those big, green eyes of hers.
"Not about the wedding, about the wedding night? Will this be your first time with intercourse?"
"Uh-" Killian's face turned red, not knowing how to answer his sweet Grandma Jones.
"Well, don't be ashamed. When I got married, I wasn't a virgin. I already had intercourse with eight men."
Killian chuckled at her bluntness. "You know, that's something I actually didn't want to know about."
"That was a lot back then. That would be like two hundred today."
"Okay, it's 5:00. I'm going to get going now," Killian quickly sat up from the piano bench.
"Listen to me Killian Jones. You're going to be a fine husband," she said after she paid him with meatballs.
"I hope so Rosie, thank you. I'll see you at the wedding."
"Thank you for taking me to lunch," Emma said to her mother as she dropped her off at work.
"Look at the picture of that girl. See that? You're a lot prettier than that girl and she's getting married," Regina said as she pointed to the large picture of Killian and his fiancé outside the banquet hall building.
Emma would argue that she wasn't prettier than the woman. Younger, yes, but not prettier. "What does pretty have to do with getting married?" Emma asked her as she stared at the photo.
"Everything. You gotta get married before your hips start spreading and you get facial hair, which by the way comes from your father's mother. She looks like Magnum P.I. for god sake."
"Well, I can't make Walsh set a date."
"Well, you're going to hate this idea but I think you should consider a fake pregnancy."
"I'm exiting the car, mom," Emma rolled her eyes and opened the car door, stepping out of it.
"Look, it's just a mean to an end. Believe me, in five years he'll thank you for it."
"Bye mother," she called as she turned and walked away.
It was the big day. Killian was standing at the alter, waiting for his bride. A certain blonde not entering his mind. No, he couldn't think about her, especially on his wedding day. He was spending the rest of his life with Milah. She was adventurous, free-spirited. She was his first love. His only love. But then there was Emma. No, he couldn't think about her. He couldn't think about her emerald green eyes and her breathtaking smile. The fire and passion he could see in her eyes. Her kindness and how lonely she seemed. He didn't want to take her in his arms and comfort her and tell her everything she needed to hear. No, he couldn't want to. He was getting married right now. He was waiting for his bride this very moment. Waiting... how long had he been waiting?
"Perhaps we should call her," the minister suggested.
"She probably had a makeup problem or something. I know she likes to look her best. It'll be okay." Where the hell was she? He stared off into the distance behind the guests all seated in front of him. He started to panic. She's not coming. How could she bail on him? He turned to his brother standing next to him. "Liam, could you go check on Milah? See what in the bloody hell is taking so long?"
"Of course, brother," Liam replied before he left Killian to look for Milah.
He came back five minutes later. Killian could see the distraught look on his brother's face as Liam put his hand on Killian's shoulder. "I just got off the phone with Milah's mom. She's not there... but there was a note."
"A note? Is she okay?"
Liam sighed. "Yeah, she's fine, but it basically indicated that Milah's not coming. I'm so sorry, brother."
Killian clenched his fists, his blood boiling. How could she abandon him... and on their wedding day of all days? "Did she say why?" he grumbled.
Liam shook his head as he looked down at the ground.
"Just great," Killian gritted his teeth.
"Do you want me to say something?"
"No. Just give me a second, I'll be right back." Killian walked away from the alter and went inside the covered gazebo. He tried to breathe instead of exploding with rage, but it didn't work very well. A mirror was thrown against the concrete and the glass shattered to pieces.
