This was the second prompt of StarreAnne. Hope ya'll like it!

Hook walked into the station feeling nervous. Most nervous in his life. Well, he was really nervous when he told Emma he loved her. But this topped that.

"Hook?"

This was asking her father permission.

"David."

The 'permission' permission.

"What are you doing here?" David asked.

"Emma has the day off and I thought maybe this would be a perfect time to ask you something." Hook tried to come over confident. He was trying his best not let David see his knees were shaking.

"Ask me what?"

"I wanted to ask you something about Emma."

David got a bit of a sour look. "What about Emma?"

"I love her, more than anything. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, trying to make her happy."

David nodded letting him know to continue.

"And I want to ask her to marry me. But I want your permission first."

David smiled. "You're a good man Hook. And you have showed us that many times helping my family, saving Henry, getting Emma back. You're a changed man, you might not like it. But you are not the pirate you were at first. I'm glad you are the man my daughter chose to fall in love with."

Hook smiled. "So…?"

"Of course you can marry her. But if you hurt her."

"I know mate." Killian smiled. "I lose this devilishly handsome face."

David chuckled. "Wouldn't want that to happen now. So treat her good."

Hook nodded and thanked David then left the station, preparing his date with Emma for tonight.

He picked up Emma from her apartment and got to the harbor, Hook borrowed the boat from Leroy.

"I can't believe Leroy has a boat." Emma had laughed.

Now they were sailing, sun setting slowly. Hook hadn't had the courage to ask Emma yet. But left that for the end of the night.

"The wind is turning." Hook complained.

"So?"

"We had the wind from the left side of the boat the whole time, which is perfect. But now it's turning a bit more to the front of us. The wind is slowly going away. And Leroy doesn't have a genoa."

"A what now?"

"Foresail."

"I am still lost." Emma laughed.

"The sail to put in front of the boat. A genoa is bigger than a foresail, and because the wind is falling away a bigger sail would be better." He smiled.

"Wouldn't be heavier too?" Emma asked.

"Yes, but because it catching more wind it doesn't matter."

Emma nodded.

"Let's head back to the harbor and eat?" Killian suggested.

Emma nodded again. "Sure, I'm getting hungry anyways. You sure you can cook in this thing."

"Don't call it a thing, you hurt her." He teased.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I more worried about the food."

Killian laughed. "Of course you are. And yes, I bought mussels. There is a little stove inside were I can cook them in a pan."

"Mussels?! Are you serious."

Hook grinned. "Don't like them?"

"Never tried them, but they look disgusting." Emma shivered.

"They are not disgusting, but you do have to cook them right."

"Oh, and how do you cook them right?"

"I am not giving away my secret recipe. But you'll love them."

Emma smiled and reached up to give him a kiss. "If you say so."

They got back in the harbor and secured the boat. "Why don't we head back to my apartment after dinner?" Emma asked.

Hook smirked. "No, you agreed to sleep on the boat."

"What if it will rain?"

"I won't."

Emma huffed.

"See the sky, there are no clouds, Love."

"Okay, what if I don't want too."

Hook pouts. "Do it for me."

Emma looks at his pout and quickly kisses it away. "Fine."

Hook smiles and gets started on the food.

Emma sees him pouring wine in.

"Put some more in it."

"You want to drown the mussels?"

"They are drowning now anyway, why don't make them drunk?"

Hook laughs and pours more whine in.

After Hook is done cooking he puts everything on the little table inside the boat.

"Wanna come in?" Hook holds out his good hand.

"Wow, it's so small inside."

"You mind?"

"No, I've been in smaller places." She takes his hand and comes inside.

She sees that he put on some fancy dinner look. Emma raises her eyebrows.

"Going all out?"

"For the perfect lady." He kisses her cheek and help her sit down on the couch.

They get seated and Hook holds out a mussel.

"Try."

Emma makes a face but takes it, she opens the shell and got it out.

"Ew. It looks so gross."

"Don't look at it. Just put it in your mouth."

Emma closes her eyes and puts it in. She immediately opens her eyes.

"God!"

Hook grins.

"They are delicious!"

"Told you so."

After they were done eating they cleaned the dishes and sat back on the couch.

Emma rested against Hook's chest.

Hook grabbed her hand and played with her fingers. He kissed her head.

"This was nice." Emma smiled.

"It was."

"I love you Killian." Emma whispered.

"I love you too Emma."

Emma smiled. "Are my fingers that interesting?" She asked.

"Actually, yes they are."

Emma giggled as he stroke her ring finger.

"So pretty. You know what would make them even more beautiful?" He asked.

"What?" Emma smiled.

Hook grabbed a box from his pocket and opened it, showing it to Emma.

"This ring."

Emma gasped. "Killian? What?" She sat up looking at him.

"Emma, I know you are not the romantic type, so I tried to keep it normal." He got the ring out.

"But I wanted to make this special. Us alone together on a boat. Sailing with a sunset. I want to make this special for the both of us. And what better way to end it with one question."

Emma smiled softly. "Yes. I will."

"Hey, I didn't even ask it yet." Hook grinned.

"So ask!"

"Will you do me the honour of marrying me?"

Emma smiled and nodded, she leaned in and kissed him. "Yes." She breathed when they broke the kiss.

Hook softly grabbed her hand and placed the ring on her finger.

"So beautiful."

"It really is." Emma touched the ring.

"Wasn't talking about the ring." He answered cheekily looking at his fiancée.

Quick note, I don't know much of sailing only what I've picked up sailing with my parents my whole life. So sorry if I said something wrong!