A/N: We are back again with another chapter, and oh boy, I just wish the whole story was written (or at least the next few chapters that I have outlined). I am loving this AU so much right now and though it's coming at the expense of some of my other stories, I can't seem to care. Sometimes we all need a vacation – and mine just happens to be in this AU. I'm just lounging in fluff and smut and feels. Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for reading!

"Well look at us, finally reunited again. Why does it feel like it's been forever?" Mary Margaret's words as the friends sat in their usual spot at Granny's made Emma grin. She shot a glance to Ruby who was holding back a laugh.

The reason it had taken so long was simple: Ruby was entirely correct before when she said that reunion sex was something that shouldn't be rushed, and when Emma coupled it with a little bit of making up and Killian's fear that he'd ruined things, it took even longer. Emma had barely left her house for three days, but she couldn't feel guilty for that. Instead she wore the biggest smile as she sat here in the diner.

"Because you're running out of things to plan. We're officially down to two of us on the market now that Emma and Killian are actually married." Belle's words brought Emma's eyes down to her hand so she could see her ring again and the same rush of warmth that always came when she saw it filled her chest.

She'd been informed within the first thirty seconds of telling her friends that the wedding was actually real that she would be getting remarried. They demanded a ceremony, one that all of them could attend and cry at, and Emma didn't have any reason to argue with that. She liked the idea of a more traditional wedding ceremony. It should still be small, but her friends were right – they needed to be there.

More than that, the ceremony should be here. Vegas was a once in a lifetime kind of situation, a blip on the radar of Emma's life that she'd always value, but didn't particularly want to relive. Outside of Killian and her friends, the city held so little to entice her, but Storybrooke was her home and it was the place that she and Killian were going to stay.

Emma and Killian also talked more about where this relationship was going and how quickly they'd get there. The house Killian wanted to build would hopefully be finished at the beginning of the fall, and until then they'd date. Both of them really had nothing but time since school was off and Killian had taken a step back from things in New York and that was a blessing as far as Emma was concerned. They were getting a whole summer to fall further in love before taking any next big steps.

"You're right. Belle, Elsa, it's all on you now. Which one of you is first?" Belle looked eager at the prospect, but Emma noticed that Elsa blushed a little bit as she fidgeted in her seat.

"Oh my God, Elsa you little sneak! You met someone!" Ruby's words of accusation made Elsa more uncomfortable, but Emma knew Ruby was right. The truth was written all over her face.

"I didn't! I mean, I did meet someone but it was just a moment. I didn't run off and marry him."

"Hey!" Emma feigned offense to try and lighten the mood and Elsa gave an apologetic smile. Emma didn't actually mind. It definitely wasn't a lie; she'd actually done that.

"You're not getting out of talking about this Elsa. Details. Now." Mary Margaret perched at the edge of her seat, leaning in for more and Elsa sighed.

"He's just this guy." Emma was the one to speak this time, thinking a more gentle touch might get Elsa to open up.

"Remember when I said Killian was just a guy? Look how that turned out." Elsa's blush returned but she nodded.

"Well I don't really know what he is to be honest. He's definitely not from here, but the last two mornings I saw him on the beach when I was painting and he just… was so sweet and charming. We talked for a while both times, about nothing really, but at one point my easel almost toppled over in the wind and he helped me steady it."

It seemed to be a pretty basic introduction and a limited relationship to be sure, but Emma couldn't remember ever seeing excitement like this in Elsa's eyes for anyone before. Her friend was pretty introverted, always wrapped up in her art and then focused on Anna and her friends. She never appeared unhappy, but seeing this light in Elsa's eyes made Emma think that something must have been missing for her friend.

Maybe Elsa had been lonely like Emma once was, feeling that quiet sort of contentment that while good wasn't enough. Elsa was one of the most caring people Emma had ever met, but she kept a lot of things inside and remained a little guarded like Emma had before meeting Killian. It would make a lot of sense.

"What did he look like?" Ruby asked and Elsa gave her a look as if to say that wasn't the important part. "What? Let's not pretend that's not a factor."

"He's handsome, okay really handsome. I can't remember meeting a man I thought was better looking. He has brown hair and blue eyes. They're so blue I don't even know if I could mix the color to catch them right. Yesterday I spent a while trying with my paints with cerulean and azure but there were flecks in them I couldn't capture and I still don't have it perfect-,"

"Elsa you're getting sidetracked. Dumb it down for us non-creative types." Elsa laughed a little in embarrassment and continued on.

"He's tall and kind of broad, and has big hands…"

All of Emma's friends were so eager to get these descriptions, no doubt because Elsa didn't often notice things about people past what kind of image they made for her paintings, but Emma felt a trickling of fear. The more Elsa talked the worse the feeling got. What were the chances that there were two out of town people fitting that description in this town? And if Elsa's mystery man was who Emma thought he was, this would not be good.

"Elsa. Did this guy have an accent?" Elsa looked surprised but then nodded.

"Yeah how did you know?" Emma's heart sank.

"Because that's Killian's brother. That's Liam." All of her friends, including Elsa, stopped cold.

"The same Liam that doesn't approve of you?" Emma gave a weak nod and then watched as Elsa's hope faded away. It hurt Emma to have been the cause of that. Her friend deserved to find someone she liked, but Liam Jones? Well he wasn't the sweet charming man Elsa described, at least not to Emma.

Emma gave her friends a little more of the story now, telling them that it was more than that. Liam and Killian had so much anger towards each other right now that they'd actually fought, and as Emma told them more and more her friends only grew angrier on Emma's behalf. Emma still kept some of the particulars to herself, not wanting to hurt Elsa too much, but she deserved to know. It was better to go into things like this with open eyes instead of getting blind-sided later.

"I didn't know his name, Emma. I'm sorry, I wouldn't have spoken to him if I knew." Emma shook her head, taking Elsa's hand quickly.

"No I'm sorry Elsa. I wish I knew the Liam that Killian loves, and I'm sure underneath it all that man's still there, but he wasn't there a few days ago, and he hasn't spoken to Killian since."

A beat of silence passed between them all. None of the old friends could think how to address this. The anticipation and the hope that had just been there for Elsa was gone, and it was a hard situation to handle. Emma found herself wishing for the hundredth time that things with Liam were different. If he'd been accepting, maybe she'd have more to look forward to than a brother. She could have had a chance to see her dear friend happy as well.

"Sign me up for the matchmaking." Emma gave Elsa a curious look. She'd just been so excited over Liam, and already she wanted to find someone else? "Clearly I have terrible instincts. So I could use all the help I can get."

While Emma still felt a little wary of that reasoning, Elsa's proclamation did allow them to move away from talking about Liam, which put Emma a bit more at ease. The friends all finished their breakfast, and despite the tumult of the moment, they had a pretty nice morning over all. When they were done, Emma and Elsa decided to head out together since Emma had been meaning to come and pick up a painting Elsa made for her recently.

"You sure you're really okay, Elsa?" Emma asked when they were out of earshot of the others, and for the first time in the last hour, Emma saw a bit of Elsa's happy mask fracture.

"I will be. He just seemed different. You know what I mean?" Emma nodded and she was about to say that maybe he was different, or maybe Elsa made him different, but she didn't get the chance.

There, in front of the diner was Liam himself, and there was no escaping him as he stared at both Emma and Elsa. Emma noticed the confusion but also the little bit of eagerness in Killian's brother's eyes at seeing Elsa and it was the first sign of softness Emma witnessed in Liam.

"It's you," Liam said when he got close enough. His voice sounded far less harsh than it had been days before.

Emma was completely forgotten in the long seconds that came next and so had a means of watching Elsa's reaction. Her friend allowed one flicker of hurt before putting on a stony face and straightening her spine. This was a hardness that Emma never saw from Elsa. She didn't even know Elsa could summon cold like this.

"Yup, and this is me leaving." Elsa looked over to Emma and told her she'd see her later and both Emma and Liam were left watching Elsa move away. Emma saw that Liam moved to reach out for her, but Elsa evaded it and though he looked at a loss, Liam didn't chase after her.

"If you were looking for Killian, he's not here." Emma tried her best to keep her voice calm and as inviting as possible. She might not be particularly taken with Liam, but Emma was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. There was a chance he'd come to apologize.

"Actually I was looking for you. I didn't realize you were friends with my Elsa."

Emma looked at Liam critically. He didn't seem to realize that he'd just used the possessive when discussing Elsa, and Emma wondered how he knew her friend's name when she didn't know his. Then again, he was a Jones brother, and if Emma knew anything it was that these men had their ways.

"Well you found me. What can I help you with?"

"You can sign this." Liam handed her a packet of papers and Emma accepted them more from surprise at being handed something than anything else. So much for an apology.

"And this would be…?" Liam crossed his arms over his chest.

"A post nuptial agreement. It says you have no claims to any of Killian's assets in the situation where a divorce occurs." Emma gawked at Liam, trying to understand if this was some kind of joke.

"Let me get this straight. It wasn't enough for you to make me feel like crap when you first came, or to upset your brother to the point where he punched you. Now you want to forgo any sort of apology and start planning my divorce from Killian?" At least Liam had the sense to look a little shamed by her words.

"Look, Miss Swan -,"

"Emma." Her standing up to him seemed to surprise Liam some more but he continued on.

"Emma, I don't mean you any personal offense, but I know my brother and I know that while he might fancy himself in love with you, things… change. I'm not saying you'll be the one to blame, but when love fades, I want my brother protected. He's stubbornly walked away from the company we built, but he earned what he has now, and I don't want to see that taken from him."

It was hard not to be offended with all of Liam's negativity, and clearly he still didn't think very much of her, but he did love Killian. So Emma clung onto that as she nodded and folded the papers back up.

"I'll have a lawyer look these over and send them to you. And before you say anything, it's not because I want a better deal or anything so ridiculous. I just don't trust you not to have me sign phony divorce papers." Liam grimaced.

"The thought had crossed my mind, but I wouldn't do that to Killian." Emma bit back the retort at the tip of her tongue that said she wasn't so sure. Liam was so blinded by his own opinions that he'd hurt Killian a lot, more than even Killian was willing to admit.

"I love your brother, Liam, and if you knew anything about me beyond my social security number and whatever other stuff they dug up in the file you have on me, you'd know I'm not the kind of person to take love lightly. I actually used to be a lot like you. Hurt before, skeptical of all of it, but Killian changed that and it's not his money or his business that I love.

"I'm in love with the guy underneath all that. The man who takes me sailing and picks wild flowers for me because he thinks they'll make me smile. The man who's patient and kind and warm and has enough hope that love can work for the both of us. The man who still loves you even though you're kind of a huge ass. So I will gladly sign this, but when I do you either need to make things right with Killian or leave him alone. That's my deal. Take it or leave it."

Liam considered Emma's words, and for a moment she thought maybe he'd come around and apologize, but the next words out of his mouth actually had nothing to do with any of this.

"Do you have any idea where I can find Elsa?" Emma scoffed.

"Seriously? I have no reason to tell you where she'd be. You want to see her so bad, figure it out yourself."

With that, Emma left, walking down the street and towards her home frustrated and just a little defeated. But with each step away from Liam and closer to Killian, Emma felt her anger growing less and less. Soon enough she'd be back in Killian's arms, and when she was, she knew she'd be safe again in a place where nothing and no one could touch her.

….

After a glorious few days completely wrapped up in Emma, Killian found that the hours they were apart for her meal with her friends were more painful than they arguably should be. He'd just had her here with him but already he missed her more than he could say. She kept all the bad away, and when Emma was there Killian didn't have time to think of his anger with his brother or the burdens of his past. He was happy, and choosing love.

But since Emma's absence was necessary and something he'd have to grow used to when fall returned, Killian used his restless energy to ready a surprise for his Swan. He'd slipped out for a little while himself this morning to gather the materials he needed, but he couldn't wait to share it with Emma. Killian could anticipate the brightness of her green eyes when she saw what he'd been planning, and he couldn't wait to hold her close and celebrate this next step with her when she got home.

Only when Emma came home, walking through the doorway just as beautiful as ever, the light he expected in her eyes wasn't there. Instead there was worry, and a little bit of bitterness.

"Emma, what's wrong?" Emma flicked her eyes up to him and he watched as she let out a sigh of relief and moved forward hugging him tight. He brought his arms around her, holding her close and giving her a moment, but he was anxious. Something had bothered Emma and he didn't like that at all.

"I love you." Killian smiled at her words as he inhaled her floral scent and the lingering of the cinnamon she'd had with her cocoa.

"I love you too, Swan."

"But your brother…" Killian tensed up, pulling back so he could look in Emma's eyes.

"What did Liam do?" His blood was boiling at the thought of Liam doing something to upset Emma, but Emma's hands came to rest on his chest and cooled Killian down quickly enough.

"Well first he flirted with Elsa – twice."

Killian couldn't even fathom a response to that for a moment. Liam Jones? His brother? The sworn enemy of love who had spent over a week trying to tell Killian he was crazy to feel this way for a woman had flirted with one of Emma's friends? And not just any of them, but the shy artist who from all appearance was so far the opposite of Liam in personality it was staggering.

"He did what?" Emma explained to Killian how Elsa and Liam had some sort of connection when meeting the past few mornings and how that had quickly dissolved when Emma filled her friends in.

"Then he showed up at the diner and gave me this." Emma handed Killian the papers. Killian saw immediately what it was. A post-nuptial agreement and now there was no tamping down on the rage he felt.

"Bloody hell! I'm gonna kill him. Stepping in when -," Emma pulled Killian down for a kiss, distracting him from the anger for a moment. It was impossible to feel anything that dark when Emma kissed him like this.

"Don't let him get to you. Don't let him get between us." Killian's heart thudded in his chest at the very thought. He ran his hand along Emma's cheek.

"That will never happen love. Nothing is ever going to keep us apart or tarnish the love I have for you." Emma smiled at his comforting words, but Killian had more to say. "And you're not signing this. I won't let you."

"Killian. You said it already – we're not ending this any time soon, and if we're planning on forever what's the problem. It will make Liam happy to do it, and then maybe you two can -,"

"No Emma. I don't want any sort of reconciliation built on this. He's trying to control me and to undermine what we have. The only way to move forward is for him to understand that you are my future. Where you go, I go. I'm choosing you always."

Emma smiled, kissing him again and this time the kiss lingered longer. They both fell into the embrace, lost for a moment in how good it felt and the connection and validation the kiss could bring. But Killian had to make sure he didn't get distracted. He still had his gift for Emma and he didn't want to wait to give it to her.

"We can pick back up right there after I show you this, Emma." Emma looked a little remorseful at Killian's pressing pause on the moment, but when he pulled her into the living room and showed her the surprise Emma's smile outshone anything else.

"Blue prints!" Emma said excitedly and Killian nodded.

"Aye love. I just got them this morning, and as soon as you give me the green light, they'll start construction."

Emma poured over the outlines and commented on all the things that he'd included that she wanted. In bed two nights ago they'd spoken of what made for a perfect house in her estimation, and Killian had included every last thing. High ceilings, big windows, a stone fireplace and so many more things were drawn up. It was hard to see some of them on the two dimensions of the drawings, but Killian knew Emma had more than enough imagination to envision it.

Some of the ideas were Killian's as well. Their bedroom for one thing, was as large as it was and with a bathroom to match because he wanted him and Emma to always feel comfortable and like they had a lot of space should they need it. Killian had all sorts of ideas on how life would be in their new routine, once they were out of Emma's smaller house. Having her in the shower was a difficult prospect here, so he might have over compensated for that with the vastness of the one in the new house.

Killian also added five other bedrooms to the upper floors, and a fully finished attic, hoping the house was a place they could grow into. Emma was glad to see he'd included so much space, and though they hadn't explicitly spoken about how many children they wanted to have, Killian knew Emma wanted some. He'd grant her whatever number she wanted, though in truth he hoped they'd have at least three. Killian loved the idea of a big family.

"It's perfect, Killian." His finger came to tip her chin up to look at him, and in Emma's green eyes, Killian saw exactly what he'd wanted: love, hope, and happiness about where the two of them were going together.

"I need you to know that everything is different now, Emma. The loneliness I felt, the gray that clung to my life before is all behind me because I have you. No matter what anyone thinks, you are everything that matters and this future is all I could ever want. I've never been so happy, and you are the angel that brought that to me."

Emma's smile at his words radiated the joy that he felt in his own heart, but then her lips curved into something a little more wicked and Killian knew something he'd said had sparked the heat between them all over again. Whenever Emma looked at him this way, very good things tended to follow.

"I don't know if angelic is exactly the way I'd describe me." Emma moved over to straddle him on the couch and Killian felt a rush of needing her. The way her hair fell around them like a curtain of sorts always got to him. The soft tendrils moved along his shoulders a bit as she moved, and his hands came to touch her and the silky strands at once.

"You're my savior, Swan. Though I grant you that not all our actions are exactly saintly." The last word came out slightly higher than the others as Emma stripped off her shirt.

"Hmm. No probably not. But since you're technically my husband, I get to have my way with you whenever I want. Right?" Killian nodded, speechless as she shucked off her bra in front of him, and in that moment he realized that they needed more than this.

Surprising Emma, he carried her in his arms from the living room into her bed and when he placed her down he saw her pouting.

"The plan was to have you on the couch." Killian shook his head, stripping off his own shirt as Emma unbuttoned her jean shorts. How he found any words when she was so damn enticing he didn't know.

"It's not enough love. This first, and then I'll have you anywhere in the house you want." Emma smiled, but Killian saw the flush of arousal that spread on her cheeks and slightly on her neck.

"Promise?"

"I promise." Then Emma was in his arms again and the feel of her against him with nothing in between them pulled a growl from deep in his throat. Emma was his, his wife, his love, the best part of his world, and she was a damn siren, always drawing him in for more.

Enough was never enough with Emma, and though he'd made love to her all over this damn house he needed more. He'd woken her up with his head between her legs this morning and then taken her long and hard but it didn't matter. He was just as needy as he had been then, and could see in the light coming through the window that some of the love bites he'd left along her skin were starting to fade. That wouldn't do at all.

"On the bed, love." Killian saw the flash of heat in Emma's eyes at the command. Yes, his Emma loved a bit of direction and a taste of control. It always made those beautiful jade eyes of hers ignite, and she followed his directions with slow, but sure strides.

Seeing Emma like this, spread out and waiting for him truly was a miracle of sorts, and Killian wasted no time coming above her, until he realized that another course of action might be better. He flipped their positions much to her surprise to that she was on top of him and Killian grinned as her eyes grew wider.

"You wanted this on the couch, didn't you love?" Killian's fingers traced up her hips and Emma nodded, still not having found her words. "Well you'll have it, but with a bit of negotiation. Up here love, hold onto the headboard."

He watched the flush on her creamy skin grow deeper. She wanted this, but still she held back, at least until Killian guided her up so she was right above his face, her thighs spread and opening her to him just as he wanted.

Killian opened up her legs wider apart as he brought her down to his mouth and his tongue made contact with her waiting heat. She was so ready for him already it drove him mad.

"Fuck, Killian!" Just the first swipe of his tongue against her had her shaking, and Killian kept it up, wanting more of her responses.

Emma cursing might just be one of his favorite things to hear. She didn't do it often usually only when she was really angry. Emma claimed that as a teacher she could never risk the chance of using a word like this in front of students, but here in their bed, he wanted her cursing like a sailor. If he made her feel that out of control, she could sing a litany of curse words and it would make things all the better.

He kept his pace just as he knew Emma liked it, slow at first but then moving faster, demanding more until her whole body started to quiver and she nearly collapsed above him. He held her firmly in place, reveling in every last bit of wanting that she gave him until he moved away and she moved further down his body.

"You know I'm totally paying you back for that, right?" Emma said when she'd finally come down from the high and Killian grinned.

"I thought you might say that." Emma took the challenge, and moved down his body, before teasing his aching cock with her tongue. She took him in her mouth deep and now it was definitely Killian falling apart because of pleasure.

"Gods, Emma, you have to stop! I want all of you, love." Emma grinned and with his white flag of surrender waving she moved up his body to line her sex up with his length before moving down against him. Both of them were too worked up for anything even resembling slow and steady, but damn if the race to the finish didn't blow his mind.

As soon as Emma began to fall apart, Killian followed, and in the end both of them lay together spent and trying to catch their breath. It was barely midday and here they were, in bed together, like it was the most normal of things.

"I love summer." Emma's words made Killian grin as he held her close.

"Do you, love?"

"Well I love it when you're here. We can do this any time of day. No lessons, no work. Just my hot husband sexing me up." He couldn't hold back the laugh at her phrasing.

"I'm at your service any time, Swan." Emma let out her own giggle at that, and the soft, melodic sound made his heart skip a beat. How any woman could be so perfect for him, Killian couldn't begin to imagine, but he'd found her, his one great love.

He held Emma for a while longer, before the calls of the day brought them from this sacred space, but Killian knew it would all be made right in the end. Tonight they'd find themselves back here, with Emma in his arms, and every night there after he was hoping for exactly the same thing.

…..

Hours later, when all the anxiety of Liam's continued presence was gone, and the happy sense of calm that came when Emma and Killian were together was firmly in place, Emma's phone pinged with the telltale sound of an email. Usually Emma wouldn't take much notice of this, but the subject line and the sender caught her eyes. It was from Mary Margaret and the only description read 'True Love Test.'

"She is so corny." Emma said the words aloud, and felt Killian shift from where he was beside her at the kitchen island. They were waiting on dinner to cook, and still had another twenty minutes or so.

"A test to see if our love is true? We have to take it." Emma gawked at him, surprised.

"You want to take this?" Killian smiled.

"Aye. It'll be a good boost of confidence when we pass with flying colors. Plus it would be fun to beat Dave at something." Emma laughed, shaking her head. She knew that Killian and David had a blossoming friendship. It had been brought up once or twice over the past few days, and Mary Margaret confirmed at breakfast that the feeling was mutual. All signs pointed towards the start of a magnificent bromance.

"No one ever passes these things, Killian. It's normal for people to be different – but these don't take that into account." Killian pressed a kiss to her temple before taking the phone from her. In a second he'd forwarded the email to himself so that they could both take the test.

"Let's just see, love. Perhaps we'll be the outliers who get it just right." Emma smirked at his overconfidence and took a seat on a stool across from him, with the counter separating them. If Killian wanted to get into this then they could, but Emma was not above saying 'I told you so' if he was proved wrong.

The questions were mostly straight forward asking things Emma expected about the number of kids she wanted and if she was religious, but some were also a bit more abstract. They asked either or questions for things that didn't seem really connected to love. It was all preferences, but it's not like the choices were 'chocolate or wheat grass' or 'pop music or choir of monks.' All of the answers were acceptable alternatives to each other. Nothing really red flag worthy at all.

None of these choices would ever make Emma love Killian any less, but she had to admit as they went on that she was hoping for a high score. Killian was so invested in it, but Emma wanted it too. It would be a nice little validation of sorts after how the day had started, and it was always nice to win.

"Ready, Swan?" Killian asked when he was done with his test and she nodded and they both submitted at the same time, awaiting the results.

"Ninety-eight percent - wow that's high!" Emma was delighted, even if there was absolutely nothing scientific about this test. Killian though looked perturbed.

"What did we possibly miss?" Emma scrolled through and laughed.

"The bear question." Killian's brow furrowed.

"How did you respond?" Emma shrugged.

"Back away slowly in a low position." Killian looked alarmed.

"Emma it's a bear. You should run. Fast." She laughed.

"We might not get many bears in Storybrooke but every warning I've ever seen says the opposite." Killian took her words in and nodded.

"Well I didn't know. Now I do. So look at that, one hundred percent." Emma smiled, taking a screen shot of the results and sending it back to Mary Margaret.

"That's A+ work. Gold star worthy even." Killian moved around the counter and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her as his blue eyes searched hers.

"So the magic number is four." Emma's heart lurched at his words. He was referring to the number of kids they both said they wanted.

"It's a good round number. Even and not so many we completely lose our minds." Killian grinned at her analysis.

"I gather we could have a dozen children, and as long as they were anything like you, I could love them all forever." Emma loved how sweet he was. But she had to get rid of even the thought of twelve kids immediately.

"Yeah, no. We can handle a lot, but we are not doing that."

"No. We're having four." His hand moved from her hip to rub against her abdomen and Emma smiled.

"You do realize I'm not actually pregnant, right?"

"As much as I've been inside you the past few days, you very well could be, Emma." Emma shook her had.

"I'm on the pill." When she said it, she wondered how much longer she really wanted to stay on it. All this talk of kids was making her wonder if maybe they weren't ready for that next step right now.

"Which is roughly ninety-two percent effective." Emma blinked up at the statistic.

"So what, you're hoping we're in the other eight percent?" Killian brought her hand up to kiss gently.

"I'd have no qualms about being an outlier again. Confirmed true love and a baby, it would be almost too much happiness to bear." Emma laughed aloud at the status he'd assigned them.

"You were the only one for me even without that test," Emma said pressing a kiss to his lips. "And let's just wait a little on that last part. We're not rushing remember?"

"Aye, love, I remember." Emma let out a relieved breath and was about to kiss him again when the timer went off for dinner.

"Hold that thought." Killian groaned a bit.

"You're choosing dinner over my love, Swan?" He was kidding, but Emma could banter with the best of them.

"I'm putting your loving on hold and when you have this mac and cheese you'll get why. Trust me." Killian smiled, moving to join her.

"I always do." He took her hand in his and that was that. They settled into a blissfully quiet night spent together knowing that they both had the same dreams for what lay ahead in the lives they were building together.

Post-Note: Again, if any of you were thinking this story was going to be anything other than shameless smut and cuteness, I don't really know what to say to you. I mean planning for their new home, and talking about their future kids in one chapter, plus the start of a Frozen Jewel connection? It's a certifiable fluff fest over here. And don't you worry. I have some plans for Liam and how he's going to have his epiphany. He most certainly needs a redemption arc in this and when he makes amends, expect him to no longer be the thorn in everyone's side. He just needs a little love to cool it a bit. Anyway, I hope you guys liked the chapter and definitely let me know what you think!