A/N: One of my favorite parts about writing weddings for any of my AUs is that I always reread the whole story over again before doing so. This time it was definitely necessary (because I am in fact including the double wedding, despite some hints that Ruby was marrying sooner than Emma and Killian were), and also enjoyable. This little fic has turned into so much more all from one reader who asked for it (thank you reader!). I hope that you all enjoy, and as always, thanks for reading!

As wild as her imagination could be, Emma rarely had moments in her life where she felt like the hero of her own story. She'd concocted thousands of fantasies over the years, lived whole lives in the pages of books and as the product of vivid daydreams out in the woods or by the sea, but right now, staring in the mirror and seeing herself as she was dressed and ready for her wedding, Emma felt like more than her usual self. She felt extraordinary, like the whole world was hers for the taking.

Today Emma needed no fantasy at all, for the only dream she could every want was coming: she was marrying Killian, and the promise of their being together was coming to pass. It was the single most beautiful prospect of her entire life and though it felt like she'd been waiting an eternity, the wait was nearly over. In a matter of minutes, she'd be walking towards forever and starting the most tantalizing adventure she could ever hope to live through.

"If I was any less happy I might be tempted into jealousy, Emma. You look entirely too beautiful for things to be fair." Emma looked over to Ruby and smiled, seeing that her friend was dressed similarly in her white dress for the day ahead.

In the end, after months of teasing, and eventually real pleading, Emma had come to agree to Ruby's slightly strange request: a double wedding for both Ruby and Victor and Emma and Killian. Ruby had been so desirous of the event, she'd even put her own wedding on hold a few weeks, much to the despair of Doctor Whale, but since Ruby was marrying a man who would gladly give her anything, it was all done with limited pain.

Emma remembered the day she'd mentioned this idea to Killian, expecting him to find it ridiculous, but it was his reply that had convinced her of its merits. Ruby was her sister, her best friend, and her closest companion, and after today, Emma would go months without seeing her. Holidays would come and go with no Ruby, and their send off should be something special. They should be making a memory to tide them over until the spring. What better way to do that than to share the day that would bring both Emma and Ruby such sublime happiness?

"It's the lace," Emma said, running her hand over the delicate fabric that clung to her body.

She'd chosen this style of gown, with thin but long, lace sleeves and a slightly more curve fitting cut with the help of Marie. Emma knew it was a bit more modern than Storybrooke might be used to, but it was perfect for her. She felt romantic and lovely, and every woman deserved that on their wedding day. This dress was a minor miracle in the way that Emma loved it, and she could hardly look away from it and all its gorgeous detail.

"No, Emma, it's you. And Killian is going to lose his mind the moment he sees you."

Emma couldn't keep the grin off her face at the thought. Ruby was right after all, and in the end it would be a great test of strength for Killian to see whether or not he could keep his feet firmly on the ground there in the church, instead of sweeping her away in front of his men and the town. Emma knew honor would win out for him in the end, but she couldn't help the shiver of anticipation at the thought of the other turn of events. She loved the part of Killian that loved her so fiercely.

"I don't know, Victor might give him a run for his money, for I have a very gorgeous best friend who he's been waiting an awful long time to marry." Ruby smiled, swishing the skirt of her dress a bit.

"Oh I have no doubts on the effect this is going to have. I've been planning it for months, and after making him wait a little longer so we could do this, I fully expect him to die from wanting me." Emma laughed aloud at that, loving Ruby and her self-assuredness more than she could ever even begin to say.

Though they might be different, the truth was Emma always felt Ruby and she were part of a matching set. Where one went, the other followed, and all through her life, Ruby had been her constant. Her loyalty, her bravery, her sweetness underneath all that sass and humor, they were all so highly valued, and Emma would never be able to thank Ruby for everything she'd given her. She was her family, and though Emma could hardly wait to walk down that aisle and choose Killian, she still felt there were things she had to say.

"I know we haven't really spoken of it, but I'll miss you Ruby. I'm going to miss you so much," Ruby's features softened and she came to hug Emma.

"No more than I will miss you. But we will have our husbands to keep us distracted, and I know you well enough to know that come hell or high water you'll be back again. We have our whole lives to be sisters, and once you've gotten your need for pirating out of the way, you'll come back home."

Emma laughed, feeling the unshed tears that were in her eyes as emotion clogged her throat. Only through Ruby's humor could Emma get through such a moment, and though Ruby had promised to bid her goodbye at the docks tomorrow when the ship was set to depart Storybrooke for the colder months, this still felt like the real goodbye. It was their last moment together alone for what would likely be a great long while.

They stood there for a minute, silently letting the moment be and feeling this last bit of closeness before a knock sounded at the door. It was Granny, and when she came into the room, the older woman immediately clutched her hands together, and smiled.

"Oh my dears, you both look so lovely."

"Of course we do. This is the wedding of the century. People will be talking about it for ages. We could hardly show up looking anything but." Emma laughed as Granny rolled her eyes a bit, but she came forward and brought her hands to Ruby's face.

"You are my granddaughter and I love you, but let us just have one moment of seriousness, alright?" Ruby nodded and Granny smiled.

"Good. Now, I've a few things to say and very little time before it's time for us to leave."

Emma felt her hands begin to shake at the mention of leaving, and as if Granny could sense it, the older woman took Emma's hand in hers, leading her to sit down as she did the same with Ruby as well. When they were seated, Granny began in earnest.

"You two girls have brought my life such light, and I cannot be prouder of the both of you. Watching you both grow up from the girls you once were into the women you are now, it has been one of the greatest honors of my life. You both brought me a second chance at happiness, and though this life has brought us all loss in one way or another, it also brought us together. There has never been a day where I wasn't thankful for this family."

Granny took her hands back to unwrap a parcel Emma hadn't realized she brought in. Inside were two bracelets, each made of the most beautiful crystal beads. Ruby's was of course red, and Emma's was the same color blue of Killian's eyes and the sea on a sunny morning just off the coast. It was her favorite color, right down to the exact shade. The bracelets matched precisely, made from the same design, and though different, they were both incredibly lovely. Granny fixed the bracelets on both of their wrists as she continued on.

"All I ask is that you make me one promise – give yourself to love fully. Never leave your words unsaid, your wishes unacted on. Treat every moment as the precious gift it is and follow your heart. It will never lead you astray. Can you promise me that?"

"I promise," Ruby and Emma said at the same time and Granny's eyes softened again, the wet glistening of tears apparent and causing Emma's to tumble onto her cheeks.

"Good. Remember that I love you and that I always will, but know that you're ready. Whatever your next step is, you can do this. You have found your partners, you have chosen well, and you are both destined for good, happy, wonderful lives. Of that I have no doubt."

Granny took that moment to rise to her feet, and Emma and Ruby followed suit. She hugged them both and when it was Emma's turn, Emma thanked her for everything, and told her that she loved her.

"I love you too, Emma. Now lets get you to your Captain."

…..

Over the course of the last few months, Killian had rectified himself to a new state of being, one prompted by his connection with Emma but his lack of everything he wanted. For weeks and weeks he'd struggled with a need so central to his being, to make her fully his. The craving to have all of Emma had set the restless energy in him buzzing at all times. Only when Killian held his love in his arms did it ease away at all, and since he had not seen her since last night, Killian was more agitated than he could ever remember being.

For weeks at a time he'd been forced to separate from Emma, giving up the chance at the moments he wanted for duty and honor, and somehow all that time was less painful than this single morning. The wait was too much, but at the same time she was coming. He knew Emma was nearly here, and that when she arrived, and he held her hand in hers in front of this church full of people, they would say their vows and she would truly be his. All the waiting would have built to something – the life they both so desperately desired.

Because of the peculiar circumstances of the nuptials (Killian would be hard pressed to recall any other double weddings he'd heard of, never mind attended), Killian and Emma also shared one last special moment. They held their own ceremony just the two of them last night on a portion of the avenue. In that moment, when the sun was setting, and the light of the fading day was at its most breathtaking peak, Emma and him made all their promises, spoke all their vows, and pledged forever to each other.

Killian would never forget that night or that feeling, hearing Emma say so much more than the traditional vows they would say today. Though she hadn't had the white dress, and there'd been no crowd to watch them, it was a perfect moment, and felt as much of a wedding to Killian as this one would today. The only difference was that after this, he'd finally have the chance to stop leaving her. It would be their right to be always together, and Killian had no intention of ever letting his Swan go.

"I can't tell if this is easier or more difficult for my not being the only man up here. On the one hand, I just want Ruby to be here already, but with two women it'll no doubt be a slower process. On the other, you're doing a marvelous job of drawing the crowd's attention from my worry to your own." Killian looked over to Victor, who sent him an easy smile and Killian chuckled.

He'd been watching the door of the church, sparing very few glances to the room itself, but as he did, he saw Victor was right. Nearly every eye was on him and there could be no doubt as to why. Killian was wound tight as could be, giving himself away so fully, but he didn't care. The whole world should know what Emma meant to him. It was nothing to hide, but something he wore proudly. She was marrying him, and he'd be damned if he let anyone think he wasn't the luckiest man alive for that fact.

"In case I don't have the chance to tell you later, I wish you and Ruby all the best. I'm sure you'll make her very happy, but if you don't, you'll have my incredibly angry wife to deal with." Whale laughed aloud, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"I'd say the same to you, and though she's only marrying a doctor and not a pirate captain, Ruby is not to be underestimated."

"Don't I know it," Killian replied just as a murmuring went through the crowd. They were here, Emma and Ruby were here and things were about to start.

One minute he'd been joking around with Whale, and the next Killian was consumed with what was coming. When he saw Ruby appear first to make her way down the aisle, Killian felt his palms begin to sweat, his heart rate increasing quickly. Of course he'd have to wait this little extra time, but it might just be the death of him. Emma was so close, and yet she wasn't here, until she was, and the world was as it should be once more.

Emma walked down the aisle to him and even though he stood in this room filled with people Killian was transported back to the night before when it was just the two of them. She'd had flowers in her hair making her appear the magical spirit that he often believed her to be, a knowing yet beautiful smile at her lips, and that same undeniable love shining in her eyes. Every step was taken with the same graceful but forward seeking motion, and he was completely transfixed by her, held captive under her spell.

Now Emma wore the lace he'd found for her, sculpted into a dress befitting of her beauty. The pearl necklace he'd bought her before, and the hairpin from months ago were there, as was a bouquet of wild flowers from her garden. They were of the seeds he'd brought to her, a splash of color against the white of her dress, and there was no denying the angelic affect it made. The sunlight shining in through the windows cast her in the light, and Killian knew there was nothing earthly to compare Emma to and that there never would be. She was heaven itself made human flesh.

With each steady step towards him, Emma remained just as effervescent, but finally she was there, her hand in his as she came to stand beside him and the gentle touch was enough to unlock the bevy of emotions flooding through him. Killian had never known a moment this happy in his life, and he had no intentions of ever letting it fade. He would see to it that they had this all the days of their life, and that Emma's beatific smile, the one she only ever saved for him, would be a staple for this day and all days still to come.

"I love you," Emma whispered.

"As I love you, Emma."

They were forced to look away from each other for part of the ceremony, listening to the priest before them and taking in not only their moment, but Ruby and Victor's as well, but all the while, Emma's thumb traced lightly back and forth across his hand, grounding Killian in the feel of her presence. He was being made whole with each word and each glance, until finally it was time for them to make their own vows.

Where the traditional promises were made though, Killian allowed his mind to remember the more profound professions they'd made, hearing them word for word, beat for glorious beat in his head.

"I, Emma Swan, take you Killian Jones, to be my husband for this day and every day. I promise to always love you and always want you. Each and every day we share together I will never doubt, because this love is too strong and too good to ever second guess. You have given me more than love, Killian, but hope. I now have a life so vastly superior to every dream and every story, for I have you, just as you have me.

"I will follow you wherever life may lead us, on a hundred adventures without hesitation, and when I do, know that it's because I am choosing you and the happiness you bring. I promise we will have a most beautiful life, and that I will do my best to always show you, to always tell you that I love you. For I do. I really, truly, do."

Killian slipped the golden wedding band on her finger, finding it a far better comfort to him than the ones Emma made of flowers in the glen. This was a permanent mark, a fixture to remind her and him of this promise and of this day. When it was his turn to speak and to make his quiet affirmations, he filled each word with the same love he'd shared last night.

"I, Killian Jones, take you, Emma Swan, to be my wife for all eternity. I promise there will never be a moment where the world exists in which my heart does not belong to you, and that you will always know that one single truth. I promise to make good on the future we both want, the one that you deserve. To see us happy forever, with our family and our home and all the adventure you could ever dream of. I will make every dream you have come true, Emma, for you are my dream in each and every way.

"Before you, I was a different man, a lesser one, uncertain where my path was leading when all the while it was leading me to you. I have to believe that fate has played a hand in this Emma, and that though I may never feel worthy of you, I have done something to be given this chance. I will never dishonor it, and I will follow you to the ends of the earth for even one more moment together. You are my love and my salvation, and I will never let you go."

Emma slipped the ring onto his finger, and when he looked up from the action, Killian could see the tears spilling down her cheeks. His hand came to brush them away as he whispered more about his love than they should technically say. Emma smiled at him as the priest gave the final decree that they were man and wife and now their happy fate was sealed.

Only the gentlest of kisses could be reasonably given in a church in front of all these people, but neither Emma nor Killian were willing to be anything less than honest and heartfelt in their embrace. He brought her flush against him, and though the kiss was light, they remained together, foreheads touching and smiling at each other, completely forgetting there was anyone else around.

"You're really mine," Emma said happily.

"And I always will be."

….

Ever since the moment that they said 'I do' Emma wanted to get here, to the instant where they would finally be alone. Not that she didn't love this town and her friends and her family, because she did, but this had been a spring and summer of waiting, and her patience had run dry quite a while ago.

That patience was only further tested at the town-wide reception after the wedding itself. It was a large celebration that according to Ruby was also a time of mourning – the two most beautiful women in Storybrooke were off the market, now what were the single men to do? Emma had a good laugh at Ruby's antics, but she frankly didn't care what anyone thought. All that mattered was that she'd gotten to be with Killian all the while.

There'd been toasts, and dinner and dancing, and finally freedom, which had led them back here, to the Storybrooke Inn. They were going to have one night in town, one night of total privacy before returning to the ship in the morning, and Emma could hardly wait to see what it would bring.

"I can scarcely believe you're mine, Emma." Emma felt Killian's hands roaming along her body, holding her back against him and she smiled, turning around in his embrace. Her hands came to wrap around his neck.

"Well believe it Captain. You've gone and found yourself a wife."

"The perfect wife," Killian replied as Emma brought him down to kiss her.

He was so filled with sweetness that made her heart ache and her spirit soar, but Emma needed something different. Now was the time for them to both let go and give in to the last part of themselves they'd been holding back. Emma wanted Killian for all his hunger and his wanting. She needed him to show her how good things could truly be between them. To try and pull that side of him out, she nipped at his bottom lip, earning herself a growl from her new husband.

"We have all night, my love. I'm not going to let you rush this." Emma might have been disheartened by that if his voice hadn't fallen into the gravely tone that said she was getting her way. His control was slipping, and she was most certainly going to get what she wanted, even if it took a while yet.

"We have our whole lives for slow, Killian. Aren't you tired of waiting?" His hand came to cup her cheek and he shook his head.

"I would wait forever for you, Emma."

"But you don't have to. Not anymore." Killian smiled as his hands came to unclasp the pin that held her hair up all night. Tiny tendrils had fallen out, but now all of her curls came spiraling down across her shoulders, and he watched the movement, taking her all in in the process.

"Fair point, my love."

Emma used the time to her advantage, making quick work to remove his shirt, before falling prey to her own distraction. She'd never gotten the chance to see so much of him, but standing there before her he was truly impressive. Emma wondered why they'd ever felt the need to wear clothes at all.

"Keep looking at me like that and this will all be over far sooner than we'd like." Emma licked her lips before turning around. She shot a glance over her shoulder back to him.

"I'll need your help to get this dress off."

Emma heard the groan that came as Killian moved closer, running his hands first over her hips, before he placed a kiss along her neck. Emma moved to accommodate him, opening herself up and wanting more, but he retreated, his hands coming up to unbutton the garment.

More and more she felt the cool air around her with every button he undid, but when the moment came to step out of her dress, Emma felt no worry or shame. It wasn't awkward, but a time to feel truly treasured. His ocean colored eyes held so much joy and awe as he looked at her, that Emma could never feel lacking. Killian stripped away every layer between them including his reaming clothes, moving her to the bed as he did so.

This was such a different experience. When all that remained was the two of them, Emma felt so overwhelmed with lust and love she could hardly think. Her hands moved to run across his body as his did the same, but she couldn't think where to begin. There were so many options, so many possibilities in the world because they were together.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Emma. How is that possible?"

"Magic," she said before pulling him down to kiss her and in that moment she felt the shift.

Feeling his hard, lean body above hers, the heat between them simmering to a level she'd never even dreamed, it was too much and yet not enough. Emma tried to pull him closer to arch up to meet him, but Killian moved his kisses from her mouth down her neck. He kissed and bit and sucked in a way Emma knew would likely leave a mark, but she didn't care. She wanted the brandings and the signs that she was his. For too long they'd had to keep their interludes a secret. Why shy away from everyone knowing when they'd been blessed with love like this?

Emma never knew how much of her body would be this sensitive and needy for his touch, but as his hands came to pay her breasts more attention, Emma felt that same welling need within her growing. She hated that they'd waited this long to do this, wishing in part that she'd convinced him to let this happen before, because it felt so good. Emma was finally getting the full picture of what it meant to loved by Killian.

She was sprung so tight from his attentions, but Killian wouldn't rush. He promised her that the wait would be worth it, and swore that he needed his fill of watching her every response before he could give them both more. Emma couldn't induce him into anything faster, not that she even had the words to try. Instead she let him lead her, let him show her exactly what they'd been missing but would never have to go without again.

When his mouth moved down to work with his hand, teasing at her breasts and at her aching nipples, Killian waivered back and forth between gentle and rough while remaining slow and meticulous. The fact that they had time for such displays was a luxury Emma never imagined would have such a payoff. Any release he'd given her to now would never match what lay ahead, for this was unhurried and truly earned. It would prove a testament of love and trust now that they were man and wife.

Emma wriggled beneath him, caught as she always was in the feeling of him and the way he knew exactly what she most wanted. Done teasing her into a frenzy, his hand slid between her thighs, his fingers finding her wet and waiting.

"You undo me, Emma. You're so ready. Like you want me as much as I want you. It drives me nearly mad."

"I do. I need you, Killian."

Emma moaned as his thumb grazed her clit and two of his fingers thrust inside her. It was so much so quickly after the pace that he'd set and coupled with the gruff feel of his beard and the continued attentions to her breasts and Emma was lost, falling off the edge and feeling the room spin around her as she did.

As Emma tried to regain her sense of balance, she felt Killian kissing lower and lower. He stopped though, just above her abdomen and the anticipation nearly killed Emma, until he spoke again.

"I plan to have you every day and every night Emma. I'll make love to you over and over again, for I want you carrying our child. I want our family as soon as we can have them. Children enough to fill the whole house up, Emma." Emma felt her whole body hum with excitement at that.

"I want that too."

She really did. Despite her first opinions, the ones that thought they'd have ages on the water, sailing across the world, Emma did want the happily ever after too. She wanted a house full of children with dark hair and blue eyes like Killian. They'd all have that same smile, and that kindness shroud in just a bit too much charm. They'd grow up knowing Ruby's children and Mary Margaret's as well, feeling the same sense of connection Storybrooke had always given her, while also knowing that they were different, because they were born of true love between a pirate and the ordinary woman who loved him.

Killian continued to move down her body, and his kisses pulled Emma from her thoughts about that happy future. He spread her legs farther apart with his hands as he lifted her sex up to his mouth. With just the right pressure, and special attention to her clit, Killian owned her and her desire in this moment. It was the same as with his hands, he took his time, driving her higher only to pull back until finally he had some mercy and sent those fluttering sensations of pure bliss moving through her.

When Killian returned to eye level, Emma saw the hesitation in his eyes. He was worried about this next part, and she couldn't bear to see it, running her hand against his jaw. She had to find a way to tell him that it would all be okay, because it would be more than that. It was going to be everything.

"I don't want to hurt you, love."

"You could never hurt me, Killian. I want this. I want you."

He nodded as Emma brought him back down for more kisses, tasting herself on his tongue until he was at her entrance and thrusting in. The small twinge of pain that manifested at the contact caused her body to stiffen but only for a moment until Killian was moving again and Emma finally knew what it meant to be whole and full and complete. The moment when they came together only to jointly fall apart was everything she'd hoped it would be and more. In a word it was perfection, and Emma couldn't imagine a happier moment.

Wrapped up in Killian's strong arms a while later, Emma found herself too excited to sleep, but so peaceful at the same. If they never moved from this bed, she'd be delighted, but tomorrow was still coming, and when it did so would their new lives together.

Emma was ready for that life, even if it was going to be the biggest of changes. And who knew, maybe they would be back in the spring for good. If Killian got his wish, and a child was on the way by then they'd have to, and Emma would be delighted for it. She'd live a lifetime of adventure in one half of a year, and when they did come back to this more ordinary life, she'd still feel that whirlwind of excitement because she'd have Killian and the promise of their future.

"How many children will it actually take to fill the house?" Emma asked aloud and Killian grinned.

"Likely a dozen."

"Killian!" He chuckled at her slightly horrified tone, pulling her closer as he kissed her lightly.

"I haven't a care Emma. As long as they're healthy and happy, and as long as you are the same, we can have as many or as few as you want." Emma relaxed.

"Half as many would be liable to drive us crazy," she mused aloud.

"Only in the best way, my love." Killian sounded so certain of that fact. As if he had any sort of experience raising children. They both of them would be new to this, but Killian was so sure they could handle it.

"We'd never have a quiet moment."

"Who needs quiet when you have love like this?" Emma shook her head, still smiling as she did.

"You say that now, but if they're like their father it'll be a life of constant negotiation and sweet talking themselves out of some sort of trouble." Killian ran his hand across her back in a soft caress.

"Who better to raise and tame such a band of unruly pirates than you, love?" Emma sighed.

"I just want you to be sure."

"The only thing I've ever wanted more was to marry you, Emma." She smiled.

"Good thing you got your wish," Emma said as Killian surprised her, moving above her once more.

"Good thing indeed."

They spent the rest of the night in exactly the way Emma hoped that they would: wrapped up completely in each other and the rightness that came when they were together. And when the morning did come, and the new chapter of their lives was knocking at their door, they faced the challenge hand in hand, just as Emma knew they would face everything from here on out.

…..

Standing at the railing of his ship once more, Killian finally knew peace and happiness at once. Before meeting Emma he'd had one and not the other. His life had known mildness, but less than true contentment, and when they met a part of him had broken away to reside with her. His ship had in many ways become his enemy because it meant being away from his love.

Now Emma was here, in his arms as they were sailing out of port, heading into the horizon and a big big world he fully intended to introduce his wife too. There would be no more time apart. No more missing moments, just him and Emma off on this next adventure.

Earlier, before they raised anchor, Killian watched her on the docks, saying goodbye to her family and her friends, and though he'd expected even the slightest bit of regret to cross her features, it never came. Instead Emma's eyes locked on to his and her hand remained firmly in his grasp. She seemed to carry with her the same peace that he felt, and the same hope that filled his heart when she was by his side.

This place was hardly quiet, as around them his men moved to get them out into the open water. Sea birds cried as if sending them all off with a symphony of sound, and the waves against the ship rocked them back and forth gently. Yet Killian stayed entirely consumed with Emma, whose soft hair moved from the whistle of the wind, and whose body stayed warm despite the chill of the air. Every curve of her body melded perfectly to his, and she leaned into his embrace, fully comfortable with him in every way.

"So where are we heading, Captain Jones?" Emma asked, turning to look at him over her shoulder as she did. The light in her emerald eyes shone with amusement and intrigue as she did so.

"Wherever you want to go, Mrs. Jones. My ship is yours to command." Emma turned in his hold to kiss him before breaking away again.

"Wherever I am with you, is exactly where I want to be. Show me the places that make you happiest. Share every love you've ever had so I can love them too. That's all I'll ever want." Killian brought her hand to kiss gently, knowing he would find a way to grant this desire if it was the last thing he did.

"As you wish, my love. As you wish."

Post-Note: And there we have it – my feels quota for the weekend has already been reached. I think that this might be the last wedding chapter I write for quite a while, which after the past few weeks is a slightly welcome change. This also represents a turning point in this story, one I have been trying to get to for some time. Now I get to explore Emma as a pirate (wohoo!) and some other plots that will come with that and without the constant slow-burn separation. It might take a while for me to get there, since the next few weeks look to be filled with some other stories, but I will undoubtedly be back. This AU is too special to me to walk away from, and I hope you guys will join me as the story moves on! Thanks so much for reading and have a lovely weekend!