"What is this?" asked Emma. She'd just come home from the Sheriff's Office to find Killian leaning against the counter, in front of an enormous wrapped package.
"Mary Margaret let me in. I told her I wanted to surprise you."
Emma sighed, went over to Killian and kissed him lightly. They'd only been officially together for a couple of weeks. "It's a little early in the relationship for presents, you know," said Emma.
"There is never a wrong time for me to do something nice for you, love. Open it."
Emma rolled her eyes, wondering what could possibly be in the box. She tore off the wrapping paper, and tossed it aside.
She lifted the lid, stared at the contents for a moment before turning to Killian. "Really?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Aye, love. I got your size from your mother. I always told you that you'd make one hell of a pirate."
"Thanks for the boots," she said, kissing him again. "But don't think I'm going to start walking around only wearing black leather."
"A man can dream, can't he?" he asked with a wink.