A/N: Writing my fic for CSSS 2014 made me realize I ship Killian + sweets. Apparently, my muse does too. This is set in the same universe as "Cookies, Swan?", but you don't need to read that to understand this one.

A Very Sweet Surprise

"This is ridiculous."

"Oh, come on, love. Have a little faith."

Emma rolled her eyes. In fact, she'd been rolling them ever since last week, when the local supermarket had introduced "Lucky Muffins". They claimed that they'd hid a coin in one of them and the lucky customer to find it would win $1000.

And then Killian actually showed up with a tray of them.

Giving in to his puppy eyes (damn it, why did that work on her every single time?), she took one and raised it mockingly.

"To betting that this is a joke."

Killian quirked an eyebrow.

"To luck, love."

Thirty minutes later, there was one single muffin left on the tray. Emma leaned back in her chair and pointed at it.

"You eat that."

"I bought that one for you. They told me it was a new flavor. Cherry and cinnamon. Try it for me?"

"Ugh, okay, fine." Emma bit into it and her eyes went wide when her teeth hit something hard.

"Killian...I think I found it." She ripped the dessert in half, and a little plastic box fell into her hands. She squinted an eye to look at its contents...and it wasn't a coin. It was a ring.

She froze. She almost couldn't register that Killian had gently pried the box from her fingers.

He cleared his throat and she forced herself to look up, to see him standing in front of her. He took her hands and smiled softly before starting.

"Emma Swan, your beauty blew me away the first time I saw you. By the time you visited my bakery, I was already done for. You are the kindest, smartest, fiercest woman I know and I feel blessed to have spent these 2 years with you. But I'm greedy and I want more. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He took a deep breath and knelt down. Emma's breath caught.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" And that's when the first tear slipped down her cheek. He misunderstood, rushing to reassure her, that she didn't have to, that it's fine, until Emma grabbed him by his lapels, crashing her lips to his.

"Yes, you idiot." she whispered against his lips when they'd separated. "Of course I'll marry you."

And he picked her up and spun her around and they kissed and kissed until they couldn't feel their lips and then some more.