A/N: This is the last chapter! Thank you all for your kind comments and support. It's not Dickens level, but I never claimed it would be. Hopefully, you enjoyed it, which was my intent. And now for the conclusion & Christmas fluffiness!
They were the last to arrive at Regina's for dinner. They stopped by Granny's on the way, which was thankfully open, and brought a chocolate pie for dessert (they knew Regina would make her famous apple pie, but everyone would be afraid to eat it). When they arrived, everyone cheered as they walked through the door.
"Let's hear it for the happy couple," Robin cheered as he hoisted Roland onto his shoulders, the lad clapping happily along with everyone else. Henry rushed toward Emma and Killian, both pulling him in for a hug.
"Come on, Mom. You should see how much my Mom went out. The tree is huge! You too, Dad," Henry said, the words coming out of his mouth before he realized it. Killian's mouth dropped open for a moment, taking in what had just happened. Emma looked nervously from Killian to Henry, all eyes on the scene. Then Killian's smile spread wide across his face, the happiest Emma had seen save when she accepted his proposal, and put his arm around Henry.
"Well, lead the way, lad. Let's see this tree," Killian said, ruffling Henry's hair with the curved side of his hook. Henry laughed and jogged ahead of Killian and Emma to the living room. The tree was a good twenty feet tall, white lights, tinsel and perfectly matching green ornaments. There were also exactly ten red ornaments on the tree, each one with a name on it- Regina, Henry, Robin, Roland, Silvia, Emma, Killian, David, Mary-Margaret and Neal.
"There's one for each of us, look," Henry said as he held up the one with Emma's name on it, which was conveniently next to Killian's.
"With plenty leftover to add on," Regina said as she held up a half empty box of red ornaments. "It's a big tree."
"There's probably a few more you can already add," Killian said. "How many people are related to you in this town, Swan?"
"That's not what I meant," Regina said, deadpanned. As she passed him on her way back to the kitchen, she gave his arm a little smack. "Once you get married, get procreating, Guyliner."
"What she means to say is we're very excited to see you extend your family," Robin added for Regina. "I may have the most adorable children in the land, but your will probably turn alright too."
"Oh they'll be adorable! I want more grandbabies," Mary-Margaret added.
"I'm not really liking this conversation," David said under his breath.
"I think I'd like a little sister," Henry added. "There's a room free next to my room."
"One step at a time, kid," Emma said, leaning into Killian a bit for support. "Let's get married first, and then if there isn't some fire breathing dragon to slay or a magical grand vizier out to rule Storybrooke, then we can talk about adding to the Swan-Jones family."
"We can handle whatever life brings us," Killian said. "We're quite the team." Emma wrapped her arms around Killian's waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. That they were.
"Alright, dinner is served," Regina called from the dining room. "Get in here before I give all the mashed potatoes to Roland."
"MASHED POTATOES," Roland said as he wiggled off of Robin's shoulders and took off at full speed toward the dining room. As everyone went into the next room, Killian pulled Emma back to him and into a passionate kiss. Emma melted into his embrace, the lights from the Christmas tree and fire from the fireplace only enhancing the magic she felt pouring through her with his kiss. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead gently to hers.
"Merry Christmas, Future Mrs. Jones," he said, earning her a hum in agreement. "Or is it Swan-Jones?"
"Jones. But will you still call me Swan?"
"You'll always be my Swan," Killian said as he rubbed his nose with hers before going for another kiss. When he pulled back again, he looked at her thoughtfully. "I know you told me all about last night, Swan, but what made you decide to do today differently?"
"It was everything. It was trusting that I could be happy, accepting I can't be the Savior all the time, and taking one moment at a time with my family," Emma said. "It was also knowing I had a chance to save Henry and seeing the look on your face when I turned you away for I don't know how many times. I never wanted that to happen. The ghosts made their points."
"I'm glad they did, love. And now I know that if you're ever being difficult, all I need to do is call the wise ones back from the great beyond and…"
"Don't you dare," Emma said, clutching his vest playfully before sobering. "And don't ever think I don't listen to you. You're everything to me."
"Aye, as you are to me," he said as he pulled her in again for another kiss.
"My dinner is getting cold, Swan," Regina called from the other room, causing them both to chuckle. Emma lead Killian into the room by the hand, finding everyone standing by their seats around the table waiting for them. "It's about time you two stopped your mooning looks."
"Sorry to make everyone wait," Emma said as Killian pulled out her chair for her. "But I think I can make it up to everyone by asking my Dad how to tell the story of how he broke his ankle on Christmas." David's face blanched as Mary-Margaret started laughing hysterically.
"How did you know about that?"
"I want to hear it," Roland said, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Yeah, Grandpa," Henry said. "Christmas is a time for sharing stories."
"And family embarrassment," David said. "Okay, I'll tell you. But it is a long story."
The End.
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