The next morning after a few more rounds of pleasure during the night and morning, they were walking to Granny's to get breakfast, hand in hand. Emma really needed to stop at the grocery store since there was no food in the house.

Everyone they passed welcomed Killian back, gave them smiles, wished them well. It put even larger smiles on their faces if that was even possible after their nightly activities. As soon as they walked through the door they slid into the same side of the booth in front of Henry - Killian first, then Emma.

"What are you doing here Kid, you should be in school."

Henry swallowed his hot chocolate. "It's Saturday Mom."

Emma creased her brow and looked to Killian in question. He smiled. "Don't look at me, I'm not sure how long I was…" he stopped, seeing the flash of fear in her eyes. He just pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head. Then turned back to Henry. "Have you ate yet, lad?"

And just as the words were out of his mouth, Granny brought over his plate. She then took their orders and not long after came back with two cups of coffee. They talked about grabbing some boxes and getting Henry moved in.

Once done with her food and breakfast Emma kissed Killian's cheek and stood up. She hated being away from him but she knew she needed to if their plan was going to work. She gave a wink to Killian. "Well, I am going to check in at the station and see what all went on while… Well… anyways. I will then head by the store for groceries."

"Sounds good love, I'll see you at home." He loved saying that. Home. There were bad memories in that house but slowly, they were erasing them. And getting Henry there would help. Once Emma left he turned back to Henry. "So lad, back to Operation Light Swan."

That perked up Henry's head., "What about it? Mom's back to herself. You're back. And we have the house."

Killian smiled. "What do you think about me marrying your Mother?" He wasn't sure he had ever seen the boy's eyes light up so bright or a smile so big before.
-

Luckily not much had happened while they were gone which was making her feel like a magnet, that or the rest of her family. But maybe, just maybe the quiet could last. She was moving through the grocery store, pushing the cart, and dropping a couple boxes of pop tarts inside.

Her phone rung and pulling it out of her pocket and seeing Killian's name brought a smile to her face. "Hello," she said sweetly as she grabbed some cereal and added it to the cart. She didn't know what type he liked so, "Hey, what kind of cereal do you like?"

"Hello to you too love. Cereal?"

She smiled and put a box of Henry's favorite cocoa krispies in the cart along with her captain crunch. "I'm at the store, getting food."

"Ummm. Honestly, I don't know. I've only really ate at Granny's, or on my boat. Whatever you want love." She bit her lip, trying to decide. "So, Henry was thrilled."

That brought her back to their plan, and she smiled. "Did you think he wouldn't be?"

"I was hoping… Anyway, I'm now on my way to your parents."

She could hear the hesitation in his voice. "You have nothing to worry about. I doubt they would say no to my True Love."

He gave a small chuckle over the line, "That would be very bad form."

"Yes it would. So… since I'm sure this will go well, I was thinking of inviting my parents over for dinner tomorrow."

She got another chuckle. "That eager are you Swan?"

"Very. But you will have to stop calling me that."

"You will always be my Swan. We have been over this."

"How far away are you from my parents?"

"Just leaving the Jolly."

She put in a box of raisin bran and frosted flakes into the cart. "Okay, I'll call them for dinner. After it's done, let me know?"

"Of course, love. I'll meet you at home. Maybe I can help you bring in the groceries."

She exited the aisle and turned down the next one. "Sounds great. Love you. Bye."

"Love you too, bye."

She hung up and then called her mom.
-

Even with Emma's encouraging words he was still really nervous about how this would go. He knew Dave and Mary Margaret were home according to Henry, but his nerves kept him pacing in front of the door. He fingered his mother's ring in his pocket, took a deep breath, and this time knocked on the door.

It was Snow who opened the door. "Ho-Killian. Hi. Emma called a little while ago, about dinner tomorrow already…"

He smiled. "Oh, good. But, that is not why I am here, your Majesty."

She blinked at his formality. "Uhhh… come in." He walked in and closed the door behind him.

He looked around, trying to find Charming.

Snow saw him looking, fidgeting with his hook. "Are you looking for David?"

Killian scratched behind his ear with his hook and then looked towards her. "I'm here for an audience with both of you, actually."

That is when Snow's eyes widened in realization and she yelled for her husband, "David! Please come here."

David came in from the bedroom holding Neal and feeding him a bottle. Killian gave a soft smile at seeing the wee lad. "What is it Snow?" Then he saw Killian. "Killian. What are you here for?" He stopped and shook his head. "That came out wrong, I didn't think you would be out of that house…" He stopped again not wanting that thought, and settled with, "Hi."

Only because of his nerves did he not laugh. "Your Majesty," he gave a small bow to Snow, "Your Highness," he gave another bow to Charming. The Charming's looked at each other and both smiled. Killian looked back up at the two of them, licked his lips, and then continued. "You both know I love your daughter more than anything. That I would… well… die for her."

"Please don't do that again," Dave said. "I don't want to ever see her like that again." Snow's eyes misted over.

Killian nodded. "I hope it never comes to that. But if it does… I would do it all over again."

"We know," Snow said softly.

He took another deep breath. "I am here today to ask for your approval to marry your daughter."

She knew it was coming but Snow couldn't stop the tears or gasp that fell from her mouth as he pulled the ring from his pocket - a beautifully engraved white gold band with a round ruby. She nodded to her husband and took the baby from him.

David walked towards him and clasped his shoulder "Welcome, officially to the family Killian."
-

Emma had just put the first load of bags into the kitchen and was on the way back out when she saw Killian walking up to the house. "Perfect timing. You can help me with the rest."

He walked over to her, stopping her, and wrapped his arms around her. He then leaned in, kissing her deeply. Her arms instinctively went around him as she kissed him back.

Killian slowly pulled away and trailed his fingers over her cheek. She looked up at him and could see a ton of emotion running through his eyes. "What's going on?"

He just smiled and then kissed the tip of her nose. "I love you so much."

Emma smiled back. "And I love you…" She wanted him to continue.

"Let's have a nice dinner on the Jolly tonight."

"So I take it the meeting with my parents went well?"

"Maybe…" he leaned in and kissed her again, his arms wrapping around her waist before leaning his head against her forehead.

"Let's get the rest of the groceries in the house and then we can go get Henry and some of his boxes."

"Sounds like a plan, love."
-

Henry picked out the attic as his room. Emma poofed the bed and dresser from one of the bedrooms up there. They left Henry to unpack as they went over with some boxes to the Jolly Roger. He filled up a couple of boxes with some things and then headed over to Granny's were they cleaned out everything in his old room.

Emma could have sworn Granny got a little misty eyed over him turning in his key to the room. Then they were back to the house, bringing in the new boxes as Henry was leaving to go back to Regina's but he promised to be back over for dinner the next day, along with some more of his things.

She left the house with a kiss to Killian's cheek as he hung up his clothing in their closet as she went to the loft. When she got there her parents were all smiles but she played along, trying to get them to tell her what was up. They refused to budge, surprisingly her mother could keep a secret.

She was shocked to discover that she acquired more boxes while living with her parents and Henry than she had when she moved to Storybrooke. She could only fit half in her car. Her father told her they would bring over the rest in the truck the next day at dinner and with a hug to both she was back to her place.

Emma decided to only hang up her clothes, set out her makeup and jewelry, and then left the rest to the next day. She had a date to get ready for.

Killian had told her he was going to get ready at the Jolly and she should meet him at the dock at 7 o'clock. So there she was, five minutes early, walking to the dock in her heels and long coat covering her short red dress. Her hair was down just the way she knew he loved but curled for the occasion.

"Swan, you're early."

She looked up and saw him moving towards her. "I missed you."

Killian helped her onto the boat, his arm around her waist. His nose nuzzled against her ear. "I missed you too, love." He guided her over to a table already set with plates, glasses, and wine. She smiled at the tall outdoor heater close to the table. "I borrowed it from Granny." She raised an eyebrow. "She knows, what do you think of me?" he winked.

"Pirate?"

He smiled and took her coat and placed it over a barrel. Turning back he got a good look at her dress and sucked in a breath. "Gods… You look absolutely stunning."

Now that she had the lights of the heater and the candles on the table she could see him. "So do you… is that a suit?" The pants and coat were a dark navy, the shirt in a crisp white.

He smiled. "I believe that is what it is called." Killian pulled out her chair and she sat as he pushed it in. He went to the side of the ship, bending over he flicked a switch and then the ship lit up in white lights. They were all around the railing, and then up the ropes to the mast. She gasped at how beautiful it was, her mouth open in awe at it all.

He caught her look of wonder and strode back to her. He poured each of the them a glass of wine. "I had some help from your lad."

She smiled. The thought of them working together on this, to make her smile, made her heart swell. "It's beautiful."

"It doesn't come close to you, my love." He picked up her hand and kissed it. He then uncovered both of their plates and sat down across from her. Emma smiled again at seeing their dinner - The exact same food they had from their first date. She looked at the bottle of wine and then the table cloth, both the same as well.

"I can't believe you did all this."

He reached his hand out to hers and intertwined their fingers. "Get used to, my beautiful wife." His eyes twinkled at her.

She shook her head with a smile. "You don't have to woo me anymore, Killian. You got me."

He squeezed her hand. "I will never stop wooing you, my love. I will never stop trying to make you smile." Her thumb stoked his and she gave him a smile, not sure what else to say. He slowly let go of her hand and picked up the wine glass, holding it up to her. She picked up hers as well. "To our future, love." She echoed the sentiment back, they clinked glasses and drank. They then started their meal, talking and laughing, and letting themselves be happy in the moment.

After dinner, he helped her out of her chair and he spread a blanket out near the table and the heater. She kicked off her shoes and he sat down, pulling her down next to him. Emma leaned her head on his shoulder and they looked up at the stars.

Killian reached out with his hook and pointed at a few stars in a cross like pattern. "And that is my favorite constellation of this realm."

"You learned the constellations of this realm? Why?"

"Well, as a sailor, it's a good idea to know them, so you know your way around." He turned to look at her, catching her eyes. "Especially in a realm I plan on staying in."

She knew this of course, he had told her enough. But she would never get tired of hearing it. "So what is it called?" she asked as she looked back at the stars.

"Cygnus, or as others would call it, the Swan." He watched her face, the smile lighting it up. She turned back to him and both leaned into each other for a kiss. Then, resting their foreheads against one another, he took a deep breath to catch the smell of the ocean and her. His hand reached out to cup her cheek again. "I love you, Emma. I will never leave you…at least not by choice." He felt her tremble at those words - he knew her fear, he shared it. "I want every moment of my future to be with you."

He broke away from her, moved to one knee, and brought the ring out of his pocket. "Will you marry me? Again?"

She tried not to laugh, her smile so huge. And in that moment, she knew this was how he had originally planned it. "Yes! Of course I will!" She lunged at him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. He held her to him with his hooked arm.

When they finally broke for air, he slid the ring on her finger. The fact that it fit perfectly did not escape her but didn't surprise her either. She stopped ignoring the signs awhile ago. She kissed him again, her hands going into his hair, her hips gliding against his making them both elicit a groan. "Cabin…" was the only word she could get out.
-

Moving from the deck to his cabin and getting undressed was a blur. The only thing he really remembered was her telling him to leave his hook on and the next thing they both knew his hook had her wrists trapped against the wall above her head. His mouth nipped at her neck, her legs wrapping tight around his waist and he was thrusting inside of her warm, wet, welcoming depths.

His hips thrust against her hard and deep, the wall pressed to her back, his hand between them, fingers playing over her. She was already falling over the edge, her walls fluttering. He growled into her ear, "Let go, my love. Let me feel you come undone around me."

He increased his pace, moved his hips to increase the angle, and heard her gasp. He started to feel it and with another snap of his hips she squeezed him, crying out his name as her legs shook and tightened around him. He was able to push through her contracting walls a few more times and with a groan of curses and her name, he was lost to the pleasure as well.

It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts and strength before moving them away from the wall and over to his small bed in the corner. He laid her on the blankets and slowly pulled out of her. They both regretted the loss. He disposed of the sheath over him, placed his hook on the table, and then crawled into bed with her pulling the blankets up around them.

Killian pulled her back to his arms, her back to his front, and wrapped his arms around her. She interlaced their fingers together and brought them against her heart. He nuzzled into her hair and the back of her head. He knew they should head home but having her here like this, on his boat, had been a dream for too long.

He felt her other hand tug at the empty brace. She moved it off his arm and left it at the side of the bed. Emma then reached for his bare wrist, holding it with her left hand. He felt relaxed at her complete acceptance of him and then smiled at the ring on her finger shining back at him.

He snuggled in closer to his wife, spooning her closely, whispering his love into her ear. She squeezed her fingers around him and whispered her own back as they both drifted off to sleep.
-

The next day they headed back to their house. Emma finished her couple boxes of unpacking and then together they re-arranged some of the furniture in the living room before hanging some pictures. Emma eyed them and knew they needed more. Killian wasn't in any of the pictures. It wasn't that she didn't have pictures of him on her phone but where do you find time to get prints and a frame between Peter Pan, Wicked Witches, Snow Queens, and everything else?

She knew that once they got married -again - she was sure her mother was going to make it a huge affair, with tons of photos. But she also wanted the casual ones too. And with that, she was dragging her pirate husband out the door with her to the pharmacy and their one-hour photo lab.

As they waited for the photos they walked hand and hand up and down the aisles. They had picked out a couple of frames together, Emma hiding the ring on her hand as others came near. She wanted to make sure she told her parents first, not one of the dwarfs or someone else. Killian had told her she could take it off if she was worried and she had shook her head no vienitemly. She never planned to take it off, which just made him smile and kiss her forehead.

They lingered in the aisle with the condoms, lubes, and other things. His interest in this world's acceptance of such things in a normal store right out on display, visible to everyone. He was absorbed in one of the heating lubes and the ribbed condoms for her pleasure. Somehow the pirate had slipped them into her basket but she wasn't going to complain, in fact, she already felt the want flow through her. His raised eyebrow told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. She hit his chest lightly as she walked further down the aisle.

Killian's arm came around her, pulling her back to him as they continued wandering, biding time. He then stopped and pulled her back. "What is this?" He asked and she turned around to see what he was holding.

Emma's eyes widened. "Put it back!" she said in a frantic whisper.

He about dropped the box, but did no such thing. Turning it in his hands to read the back, his eyes grew large as he read. "This world never ceases to amaze me." She took the box from his hand and sat it back on the shelf, trying to pull him away.

He gave her a quizzical glance, "Why are you so scared about me holding that Swan?"

"I don't need anyone seeing you holding… that. They will think…"

He tilted his head, trying to read her. "Are you ashamed…"

Her eyes grew in realization and she stopped him, "No! Of course not. It's just…" She lowered her head. She felt his fingers at her chin, tilting it to look back up at him. "I just… I don't want people thinking… that you are marrying me, just cause…" She pointed at the box.

He stroked the side of her face, placing a soft kiss to her lips. "Okay, love. It's okay. No one saw. But YOU know, that's not true." She nodded. He bit his lip. "But at some point…"

She smiled. "Some point… if you want…"

He leaned in and kissed her again. "Aye," he nodded. "But I do have one question."

"What?"

Killian smiled. "How can urinating on a plastic stick tell if one is with child?" With that she burst into giggles and rested her head on his chest. He always had a way with lightening the mood for her. And she loved him for it.

Not long afterward they were back home and putting the new pictures up on the wall. She was surprised at some of the other items that had wound up in the basket. She ran upstairs to put them in the nightstand. A small shiver of anticipation for later after everyone left went down her spine.
-

Emma finished the salad and brought that along with the covered basket of baked wack-a-biscuits to the large dining table. She came back to get the green beans, rubbing his back as he stirred the chicken gravy for the mashed potatoes.

She was surprised that he knew how to cook. He told her that he learned it when he was a boy working on a ship after his father left. Emma could tell that there was more to the story but would let him tell it at his own pace. He admitted it took a little getting used to with the modern kitchen appliances but boy oh boy, could he peel potatoes fast.

She poured the gravy into the porcelain boat while he spooned the mashed potatoes into a nice serving bowl. She took them to the table as he opened the oven. Not long after he was bringing the large roasted chicken to the table on the serving platter. They grinned at each other as she filled the water glasses. Turning to open the wine, Emma the doorbell rang.

Killian opened the door to reveal the gang and smiled. Henry and David had boxes in their hands. He let them go drop them off in the rooms and dashed out to the truck to get the others. Mary Margaret brought in Neal and his stroller, already turning it into a bassinet at the end of the table.

With the wine poured, Emma went over to her mother and gave her a hug, making sure to keep her hand hidden. "Wow, Emma, it's looks and smells wonderful."

"I can't take all the credit."

Snow looked shocked. "Ho-Killian…" She stopped herself. "I swear I'm trying." Emma smiled. "So… Killian… knows how to cook?"

Emma nodded. "Which is good, because you know I can't."

Snow laughed. "I was wondering if it would be cereal and poptarts."

"Mom!"

"What?" She looked over at her happy daughter. "I'm very happy for you." And with a mischievous eye added, "And for our stomachs."

With that Killian, David and Henry walked in. "Let's eat," said Emma as she took her seat diagonally from her mother. David sat across from Snow and next to the baby. Henry sat opposite his mother, leaving the head of the table for Killian.

He took a deep breath, still trying to come to believe it was all real. He sat down and Emma brought up her right hand to hold his hook. They smiled softly at each other.

"This looks fantastic," Charming said as he admired at the spread on the table.

"Yeah, good job Mom…" Henry saw her head tilt to Killian, "and Killian."

"Thanks, lad."

"So shall we?" Snow asked, "Or is there something else first?" There was a little hope in her voice.

That made both Emma and Killian smile, and he nodded at her. "Well, actually…" she let her words trail off as she brought up her left hand to show the ring on her finger.

Snow squealed in delight, jumping from the table and coming over to hug her daughter. David was up and pulling Killian into a hug. Henry screamed, "Yes!" Everyone was smiling, congratulations exchanged along with hugs, embraces of joy. "Guys, foods getting cold." Of course it was the growing teenage boy that reminded them of the food.

They all took their seats again and started to pass the food around as Killian craved the chicken. The meal was spent catching up on the events of Storybrooke, how Emma's little brother was doing, but then it moved, of course, to the subject that Emma honestly couldn't believe her mother didn't bring up before. They cleared the plates and were bringing in a blueberry pie from Granny's when Snow asked the question.

"So… what date did you have in mind? 6 months would be tough, but a fall wedding would be nice, or a year would make for a nice spring…"

Emma almost spit out her water. "What?" She wiped the water from her mouth. "I was…" she looked at Killian. "We were hoping something much sooner than that."

"But a royal wedding takes months of planning…"

Royal Wedding. That took a moment to wash over both of them. They both knew it was true but to really have it said out loud was a different thing entirely. Emma was worrying her lip, Killian using his hook to scratch behind his ear. either wanted anything that grand but also, weren't sure how long they could keep up the charade that they weren't already married.

Luckily her father came to their rescue by clearing his throat. "Snow…" he reached out for his wife's hand. "I think they weren't thinking of a big event." Emma nodded at her father, trying to encourage him. "Maybe just family, friends…"

"That includes most of Storybrooke," Henry chimed in. Both Emma and Killian gave him a look that cut him off from saying anything further. He turned back to his pie with a smile.

Killian cleared his throat and looked to Emma. "Maybe something on the Jolly Roger?"

She smiled - out on the water, something they both loved. "That sounds perfect."

"But…" Snow was cut off by a look from David, and then sighed. "Okay. What about the reception?" She saw the two of them looking, "And no, not Granny's."

Henry swallowed a piece of pie and then said, "What about the Sorcerer's mansion? It's got a huge ballroom and no one is using it. No one ever has." He didn't call it Merlin's on purpose.
"Isn't the Mansion not that far from the water?" David asked.

Killian nodded. "Yeah, a short walk actually.

"We might be able to put out a floating dock of sorts and park the Jolly down there."

Snow smiled at her husband. "Have the wedding on the ship with the view of the ocean, and then move the reception into the ballroom." She looked to her daughter. "Can I have three months?"

"I was thinking like a week or two."

"Emma!" Snow was shaking her head. "That's not possible. Getting a dress made takes at least…"

"Mom I don't need a huge princess dress. I can find…" she stopped at the look on Killian's face. "What?"

"Emma, I would love to see you in a proper wedding dress. Now it doesn't have to be something you would wear back in the Enchanted Forest. Something you would like, that suits your tastes, but don't get something just to rush this."

She looked back to her mother. "Six weeks, final offer."

David eyed his wife, as did Killian. She could see them both begging her to go along with it. "Okay… But…" Emma lowered her head waiting for it. "This means we have to do a lot of planning, and quickly. That means I am going to be dragging you around a lot, starting tomorrow."

"Me?"

"Mom, you are the bride."

"I can help out too, love."

"You?" Snow asked in shock.

"What? Am I not allowed to?" He really did want to be a part of it. He might not know what he was doing, but it was his wedding too. Well, second wedding.

"Oh thank god. Yes, you can help," Emma said with a smile.

"You can help with everything but the dress Killian. You can't see her in it. It's bad luck to see the bride in the dress before you are married." Snow didn't see the wink he gave her daughter. They finished the meal and cleared the table. Henry left with his grandparents who gave him a ride back to Regina's. They still needed to get his room a few more furnishings and then he would be ready to stay over.

They both waved goodbye at their guests and shut the door. Killian locked it behind them and faster than she could turn around, he had her in a fireman's hold and was running up the stairs with her. She was giggling as he went, and gave him a loud whack to his ass. "Ohhh you are going to pay for that," he growled as he made it to the master bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.