A/N: WOW! This is a VERY long epilogue - much longer than anticipated which is why it took so long! Apologies for that and for any typos! There are plans for two more epilogues left in this story so we are almost at the end but I may be putting the two ideas together in one epilogue. So we have either one or two incoming before the story is completed!
Thank you for all of your reviews, follows, favourites! Each and every one of you are amazing!
I think it is safe to say that my hate for Gideon has decreased by 1% - no one hurts my smol bean and gets away with it! But, I do feel sorry for him since the Black Fairy is controlling him. CaptainSwan reunion needs to happen soon... I can't keep waiting. Hopefully this week will have some luck - enjoy the episode!
Keep Smiling!
"How are you feeling?" Snow asks her, placing another pin into Emma's hair.
Emma shifts her gaze to meet her mother's eyes in the mirror. She spots Regina moving around in the background, carefully laying out her dress on the covers of the bed; Regina's and Snow's on the other side of the mattress so they also do not crinkle.
"I'm good." Emma says simply.
Snow rolls her eyes. "Emma..."
"I'm good!" Emma repeats, a smile forming on her face. "I'm... excited and kind of freaking about it all."
"Why are you freaking out?!" Snow questions, hands moving to grip Emma's shoulders. "It's your wedding day!"
Emma laughs, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't want to end up tripping over as I go down the aisle; that is so embarrassing!"
"Emma, honey, that is not going to happen." Snow assures.
"If it does, just pull David down with you." Regina says, walking up to the two women at the vanity. "That way you can blame him."
Emma and Snow laugh which makes Regina laugh too. The bride relaxes a bit more into the low backed chair. She's had anxiety coiling in her stomach all morning and is now desperate to see her pirate; even more so as they have not seen each other since the previous morning.
She had written a letter for Killian to read before the ceremony and it was delivered by Snow before preparations began. It had taken a while to write, Emma not being great with her words but she wanted Killian to have that from her.
The sound of knocking at the door breaks Emma from her thoughts. Snow places a final pin in her daughter's hair as Emma draws her robe tighter across her chest since she is only in her undergarments; special for Killian.
Regina goes over to the door for them. She double checks Emma is decent before pulling on the handle and opening the door, allowing the visitor in.
"Red!" Snow exclaims, moving from her place behind Emma to quickly embrace her friend.
Regina moves back over to Emma whilst the two women catch up. The Queen tuts and removes a few pins from Emma's hair, repositioning the pulled back strands so they blend flawlessly with the majority of her hair that remains down.
"Thank you, Regina." Emma says, looking at her friend with gratitude. "I know that we didn't have the best start together but I am so glad that you are here now."
Regina smiles at Emma, placing her hand on her shoulder and squeezing gratefully.
"Thank you, Emma. That... means a lot." Regina replies.
"It will be you next, Regina. Just watch."
Regina laughs slightly. "Who knows. We will see what happens."
"You cannot deny the love and happiness between you two." Emma points out.
Regina blushes. "True. Being back here and being with Roland and Henry is what I have always thought I could not have."
"You've got it, Regina. It isn't going anywhere." Emma says, turning around in her chair to properly face her friend. "I promised you your happy ending and now that you have it, I will not let it get away from you again."
Regina smiles, slight tears in her eyes. Emma stands up and wraps Regina into a hug. When she draws back a moment later, she smiles at her friend.
"Emma?"
Emma turns to see that Snow and Red have finished their conversation. A smile comes to her face and she walks over to them.
"It's so good to see you, Red." Emma says, hugging the wolf. "What are you doing here?"
Red draws back, a big smile on her lips. "I couldn't miss my goddaughter's wedding day. And, I know that it is kind of weird me saying that but-"
"No, Red." Emma says, hand squeezing Red's arm. "Mum probably told you everything but when I was in the Wish Realm, you were quite a big part of my life when I was younger. You were my Godmother but, also like my 'cool aunt'. I have those memories still and I can remember riding around on your back through the halls."
Red laughs. "That does sound like me."
Emma smiles at her. "When did you get here?"
"Perhaps an hour ago? Kansas is downstairs with Granny so I should probably head back down before she starts pointing her crossbow at her."
"Will you introduce us later? Perhaps during the reception?" Emma asks.
Another grin breaks out on Red's face. "Of course. I can't wait to introduce her to you all." she says before looking solely at Emma. "You look absolutely beautiful, Emma, and I haven't even seen you in your dress. Killian is going to be speechless."
Emma's cheeks tinge pink. "Thank you, Red."
Red smiles, looking at the other women in the room.
"I will see you in the ceremony soon." she says before departing.
Emma turns to Snow. "Did you invite her?" she asks.
Snow smiles, slightly watery. "Regina helped to organise the portal here so she could attend. I was inspired after you told me everything that happened in the Wish Realm a few weeks ago."
"Thank you; both of you." Emma says, grasping a hand in each of hers.
"You're welcome, Emma." Snow says.
There is a slight pause before anyone speaks.
"Right, let's get you finished so you can get to that pirate of yours." Regina says, grabbing hold of Emma's shoulders and guiding her back to sit in her chair.
They finish up completely with Emma's hair and use some of the realm's version of cosmetics to highlight Emma's features ever so slightly; keeping it natural as Emma prefers, with the exception of the red lipstick she applies.
As Regina goes to change into her dress, Snow gently places a flower crown on top of Emma's head, instead of a tiara. The crown has Middlemist flowers woven with each other, various other flowers peeking through to complete the circlet.
"You look so beautiful." Snow says, meeting her daughter's gaze in the mirror once again. "I am so happy for you, Emma."
Emma smiles bright before it fades. Snow notices it immediately and forces Emma to turn around and face her. She kneels down so she has no choice but to meet her mother's gaze.
"What is it, baby?" Snow asks.
"Are you sure that this is all okay, Mum?" Emma asks, twirling her engagement ring around her finger.
"What do you mean? The wedding?"
Emma shakes her head. "You said that it was alright before but are you sure that a few weeks for the honeymoon is fine? I feel like I will be leaving you and don't I have that stupid duty of being the princess of the realm or something?"
Snow smiles sympathetically. "Emma, you and Killian could be gone for as long as you wished and yes, we would miss you but it would be alright." she says, gripping Emma's hands in hers. "You also know that my offer still stands; the ability to remain the princess, as is your birthright, but not be restricted - you can go and sail around the realms with your pirate like an ambassador for us and not worry about needing to be here all the time."
Emma takes a deep breath, nodding. "You know that I don't really have an answer for you, right?"
Snow nods. "Think about it when you are on your honeymoon." she suggests. "Killian always says how the sea clears his head. There is no rush for your decision either; it is purely up to you."
"Thank you, Mum." Emma says, leaning forwards so her forehead rests against her mother's. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby; so much." Snow replies.
"Alright, you two!" Regina's voice booms from across the room. "It's time for a certain bride to get into her dress."
Emma and Snow part with another smile. Emma stands up, drawing the front of her robe tighter across her chest again. She then walks over to the large privacy screen beside the bed. She turns suddenly to see Snow and Regina following her.
"What are you two doing?" she asks, eyes darting between the two women.
"You need help doing the laces of the dress." Snow reminds.
"I know but considering that there is a particular tradition that Killian and I will be fulfilling this evening, it might be best if I put the dress on and then you can help me." Emma says, flushing slightly.
A deep blush appears on Snow's face whereas a smirk appears on Regina's.
"Oh really?" the Queen asks. "What exactly are you wearing beneath that robe?"
"Regina, oh my God!" Emma exclaims, hand coming up to her forehead.
Snow's blush increases and she cannot form a sentence, her mouth opening and closing.
"What?" Regina questions, her smirk lingering. "It is natural for a woman on her wedding day to dress, or in this case undress, to impress. I don't mind helping you out as long as I don't get too much of an eyeful."
"That's it!" Snow suddenly shouts. "Regina, you can help me get ready. Emma... just let us know."
Emma sends a half-embarrassed, half-grateful smile to her mother before disappearing behind the screen. She waits to hear their footsteps moving away from her before she removes her robe and throws it on the bed.
She moves to her beside table and picks up the pair of white stockings on the surface. One by one, she slides the sheer material up each of her legs. When they are on, she pulls slightly on the top of them, finding the small hooks and attaching the ribbons from the bottom edge of her corset so they are held up.
She tugs slight on the top of her corset so her breasts are not spilling out as much. Emma knows that it will slowly slip back down over the course of the day but not only will her dress cover it, she knows that her pirate will not mind in the slightest.
Her hands then drift down to the tiny scrap of lace that can only just earn its name of underwear. She adjusts it ever so slightly so it isn't bunched up around her hips before feeling satisfied about it.
Emma then moves and picks up her dress carefully from the covers of their bed - or one of them considering they will be spending more time on the Jolly Roger; including their wedding night. Carefully, Emma drop the dress to the floor, creating a puddle for her to step in to. When she does, she pulls it up by the bodice until it is where it needs to be against her body.
Reaching around the top of her skirt, she clips the little hook there so it reduces the amount of laces on the dress; for ease of disrobing later on. It also means that the skirt needs to fall for the full surprise to be seen.
"Emma, honey, is everything alright?" Snow questions.
Instead of replying, Emma grips the front of her bodice and walks out from behind the screen. She sees both Regina, in her crimson gown, and Snow, in her light lavender gown, allow their jaws to go slack.
"Oh, Emma..."
"Can you help me with my dress, then start crying, Mum?" Emma asks, laughing slightly at Snow's reaction.
Her mother nods and approaches her, Regina in tow. Snow takes charge fastening the laces of the dress whilst Regina holds Emma's hair out of the way, artfully rearranging it once the task has been completed.
Emma walks over to the full length mirror and gasps at the sight of herself.
Despite being against a 'princess' dress, Emma is glad that she chose for her dress to have a bigger skirt, flaring out from her waist, over her hips and then falling to floor. The bodice is embellished with some diamantes that continue to move down the layered skirts; similar to shooting stars across the night sky. The dress is strapless so her arms and shoulders are bare: it is something Emma knows that Killian will definitely enjoy and will find hard to resist.
"Emma, I don't know what to say..." Snow starts before promptly beginning to cry.
Emma turns to look at her mother, feeling tears of her own surface. Snow moves forwards and carefully wraps Emma up in a hug.
"I am so happy for you, Emma." she whispers, holding her daughter slightly tighter. "So, so happy."
"Mum," Emma says, voice strained. "I might be wearing a corset but I do need to be breathing and alive to get married."
"Oh, sorry!" Snow exclaims, quickly drawing back. "You are so beautiful, sweetheart."
Emma smiles, but it fades ever so slightly around the edges.
"What is it, Emma?" Regina asks.
Emma shrugs. "I kind of wish that we had cameras here. We could have had loads of pictures to add to the others."
"We will still have the memories." Snow points out softly.
Emma nods, bringing her smile back. "That is true. Still, it is nice to have those memories around."
She gestures around the room to the various pictures they have put in their bedroom. Her favourite, or one of them, is perhaps the picture of their entire family which sits on her bedside table, beside the orb with her Bug inside.
"Where did you put my shoes?" Emma suddenly asks, looking between Regina and Snow. She starts panicking slightly, unable to remember.
Regina waves her hand and Emma's heels appear on the floor in front of her.
"I will not have you panicking, Miss Swan." Regina scolds lightly. She crouches down and lifts up the hem of Emma's dress so she can step into the shoes.
Regina adjusts Emma's heels, simple and red for both her and her pirate, so she can place her feet in them and. Once she has, she buckles the thin strap and rearranges the skirt so it looks perfect once again.
"Have I done something?" Emma asks as Regina straightens.
Regina frowns. "No, why?"
"You called me Miss Swan." Emma says.
Regina smiles. "Well, I won't be able to within the next hour, will I."
Emma smiles just as there is a knock at the door. Regina goes over and answers it. She steps back so the visitor can enter. Emma turns to the door once again and sees David walking in.
He stops when he sees Emma in all her bridal glory. Tears immediately poke at his eyes as Emma's hands play with each other.
"Emma, you look so beautiful, sweetheart." he whispers.
"Thanks, Dad." Emma says. She hears sniffling and sees that Snow is crying once more. Using her magic, she produces a tissue. "Here you go, Mum."
Snow accepts it gratefully and dabs at her eyes. David clears his throat, reaching into the pocket of his very regal pale blue jacket. He extracts a folded piece of parchment, a wax seal keeping it shut. He walks forwards and passes it to Emma.
"What's this?" Emma questions.
"It's from Killian. I was sent here on strict instructions to make sure it was delivered."
Emma rolls her eyes at her father's joking nature.
"What about Neal? You didn't leave him alone with Killian, did you?"
David shakes his head. "Robin taking care of Neal whilst I'm here and then pass him over to Snow for the ceremony."
Emma nods before she turns away from the others and walks over to the bed. Se breaks the wax after running the pad of her thumb over it; the Charmings' coat of arms - adapted slightly to incorporate nautical themes - which Snow and David had gifted them to keep on the Jolly Roger.
The sight of the familiar and delicate scrawl when she opens the parchment helps to ease the anxiety that has been coiling in her gut. She reads through the letter, attempting to prevent the tears in her eyes spilling down her cheeks.
My dearest Emma,
There are no words to explain my joy for the day before us. I once thought how impossible even the thought of finding love and marriage was; but here we are, my love. In a short amount of time, I am going to be bestowed the greatest honour of being your husband. We know in our hearts that our love is true and that we do not need a wedding to confirm it, but the thought of calling you my wife was, and is, irresistible.
I also must admit how in awe of you I am, Emma. When you told me a few weeks ago that you wanted to take my name and mine alone, I was surprised. But now, I truly realise what this all means for you. 'Swan' is the name that you chose for yourself to remind you of the strength you possess. I had expected for you to become Swan-Jones when we wed and I am amazed that you would relinquish that part of you for it to be replaced with my name.
But, do not fear, love: you'll always be my Swan.
It still astounds me that I am having this future with you. I could not ask for anything better than us, and our family.
I was once afraid of never getting my happy ending, and I realised that I never needed it. You aren't my happy ending, Emma. You are my happy beginning; one I will always cherish.
I cannot wait for the moment you walk down that aisle on your father's arm. I'll be the devilishly handsome one.
Let's see if you can find me.
Killian.
Emma smiles, pressing the parchment over her heart.
"I will always find you." she whispers, running her fingers quickly under her eyes to catch the renegade tears.
Once composed, she turns back around to see the others staring at her with smiles on her their faces.
"What?" she asks, walking back over to them. She stops as she passes her nightstand, placing the letter in her drawer for safe keeping.
"He also asked me to give you this." David says, holding out a small wooden box Emma had not realised he had been holding.
She takes it from him and opens the lid. Her jaw goes slack and a gasp escapes her.
"What is it?" Snow asks, curious about the item that has drawn such a reaction.
Emma tilts the box so they can see the necklace that is nestled within. It is a simple silver chain with a small charm on it; a plain silver hook and a swan encrusted with diamonds forming a delicate heart.
"Oh, that is beautiful." Snow gushes.
Emma grins. "It is, isn't it. Can you help me put it on?"
She hands the box to Snow and Regina once again gathers up her hair. They work together and once the necklace is on, she releases Emma's hair.
"How is Killian?" Emma asks.
David smiles. "Henry is upholding his best man duties and is keeping him in line and stopping him from just running here so you two can wed earlier." he explains. "Roland is very excited to hold your rings and keeps walking around the room with the pillow in his hands. Robin has been busy between his son and further calming Killian down as he started complaining that time was moving too slowly. Neal is looking rather adorable in the suit you designed too."
Emma laughs. "Sounds like your morning has been rather busy."
"Quite normal considering it is a wedding day, in my opinion." Snow says.
The sound of a bell from the tower stops any more conversation. Snow claps her hands a few times in excitement. Regina squeezes Emma's shoulder.
"I'll see you after the ceremony." she says before departing from the room, intent on searching for Zelena.
Snow draws Emma in for another hug, trying not to squeeze her too tightly in her arms. Her hands runs down Emma's bare arms when they part.
"You are so beautiful and Killian is the luckiest man alive." she says, attempting to keep another wave of tears at bay.
"You do know that I am just getting married, not moving away forever." Emma whispers, trying not to get emotional herself. "I love you, Mum."
"I love you too, baby." Snow says, kissing Emma's cheek.
She then withdraws and goes over to David, kissing him and them leaving the room herself.
David looks at Emma for a minute, not saying anything.
"Dad, you are starting to scare me." Emma says, hands twisting anxiously.
David shakes his head. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm just trying to picture this moment before I really have to accept that you are not my little girl any more."
"I was twenty-eight when I broke the curse." Emma reminds. "I was a grown woman even then."
"You will always be that baby to me, Emma." David says, moving forwards and kissing his daughter's forehead. "But I know that I am giving you to that pirate of yours so it is only a matter of time before I am holding another grandchild in my arms."
Emma blushes. "You seem quite confident about that."
David shrugs with a smile. "I would be surprised if you two didn't give me a grandchild. But, one step at a time."
Emma laughs slightly. "Yeah - one step at a time."
David offers his arm to Emma. She takes a deep breath before looping her arm through his.
"Ready, sweetheart?" David asks, looking down at her.
Emma meets his gaze.
"Ready."
...
Emma and Killian decided against the big fairy tale wedding. They chose to marry in the great hall of the castle, on the same dais where Snow and David married for the second time, with their family and friends only in attendance.
Their eyes have only been on each other since the very second Emma entered on David's arm. Emma had quietly gasped at the sight of her pirate dressed all princely, in a deep blue jacket that reminds her firmly of the one he wore as 'Prince Charles'. His white shirt is one from his pirating days, open of course to show off his chest hair and his black-jewelled earing dangles from his right ear; as is his tradition.
Killian had been equally star struck at the sight of Emma in her dress, eyes shining with joy and features unhidden. He had to remind himself to stand still and breathe instead of running for her and ravishing her there and then.
The priest before them officiates the ceremony, feeing slightly in awe at the level of love crackling between the couple. Emma had suggested using and reciting the priest's vows, knowing that if they used their own vows, it would be difficult to keep the ceremony short. Their voices are soft when they project their vows and Roland proudly steps forwards when the time arises to present the rings from his place beside Henry; both of them a few paces to the left of Killian.
The rings are simple bands made from the last pieces of gold stolen by Killian from on top of the beanstalk. Killian proudly wears it on his right hand - the only ring present on his fingers now.
When they kiss to seal their vows and complete the ceremony, their spark of True Love ignites and fills the space with a great blast of air, shocking everyone.
Well... everyone but the happy couple. Killian simply draws Emma back in for another kiss.
Hand in hand, they step down from the dais and receive a number of congratulations from family and friends alike.
"What do you say to getting out of here and starting the celebrations, beautiful?" Killian whispers into Emma's ear, kissing the shell.
Emma smiles, turning her head to look at her husband - husband!
"Lead the way, handsome." she says.
Killian releases her hand and offers his arm. She loops her arm with his immediately, leaning against him and then they exit the great hall to go and celebrate their nuptials.
...
They have their reception out on the Jolly Roger and the surrounding docks with part of the castle grounds so everyone else can celebrate the wedding. A fairground has been constructed on the castle grounds and the furthermost part of the docks from the water, complete with vast quantities of food to cater all - something Granny is glad she didn't do herself.
The docks have tables dotted along it, leading up to the Jolly Roger which has ben decorated with small floating lights. The deck is relatively clear, housing chairs against the railing for places to sit. The hatches have been sealed with magic so only specific people can go below deck which Killian was most grateful for.
Emma and Killian had their first dance on deck of their ship, swaying slowly with their foreheads pressed together; Emma's arms around his shoulders as his remained tightly around her waist. As the slow music played, they stole sweet kisses from each other, laughing quietly. Their family and friends surrounded them on the deck, smiling at the happiness radiating off of the couple.
After the first dance, the music changes steadily between music originating from the Enchanted Forest and slightly altered versions of music from Storybrooke. Large volumes of people dance to the music, whether they are on the Jolly Roger or the docks.
Emma and Killian interact with everyone who approaches them. They accept congratulations and small gifts which Emma poofs to their room in the castle for safe keeping.
As the sun begins to set, the couple go over to the fairground. They come across Henry and Violet who offers her congratulations and ogles over the beauty of Emma's dress. Whilst the two ladies chat, Killian and Henry discuss the honeymoon.
But, before long, someone else comes along to offer their good wishes. Emma and Killian smile pleasantly at them and almost sigh in relief when they walk away.
"We will catch up with you later on, Henry." Emma says, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "There are far too many people around here who will just keep interrupting."
"I love you, Mum."
"Love you too, kid." Emma whispers.
She watches Henry take Violet's hand and they walk away, seeing what the stands have to offer. Killian snakes his arm around his wife's waist, hand landing on her hip.
"Are you alright, love?" he asks softly.
Emma pulls her eyes from her son and smiles at him.
"Of course." she says, leaning up and kissing him. "Can we have a go on the Ferris wheel?"
Killian smiles. "If my beautiful wife wants to go on the Ferris wheel, then go on we shall."
Emma rolls her eyes. "You are such a dork."
"Aye. But I am your dork."
Emma snorts quietly but kisses him again. "That you are. Come on."
She tugs him over to the Ferris wheel and only have to wait a minutes or so before they can get on.
Killian moves into their seat first, holding out his hook to help her in. When they sit, a large amount of the skirt of Emma's dress ends up in Killian's lap but he doesn't mind. He holds her close, stealing kisses from her as they slowly turn in the wheel.
Even once the sun has set, the fun continues for everyone. The happy couple spends a lot of time in the fairground and the stalls present. They had found something to eat, stopping so they could relax for a little while. Robin and Roland along with Henry and Violet joined them on the bench, telling various stories and jokes.
After a while, Emma and Killian decide to return to their ship. They walk down the docks, much slower than before.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Killian asks, looking at her with slight concern.
Emma nods. "I'm fine."
Killian stops them, stepping partially in front of her.
"Open book, love." he reminds.
Emma smiles before looking down sheepishly.
"It's just been a while since I have worn heels." she says, looking back up.
Killian immediately kneels down and lifts up the hem of Emma's dress with his hook.
"What are you doing, Kilian?"
"I am gladly helping my wife because her feet hurt and I refuse to allow you to be uncomfortable on our wedding day." he says, hand gently running over her ankle, up the back of her calf and then down again. "Let me help you."
Emma moves her left hand down to hold Killian's shoulder as her right hand grasps her bubbled skirt to hold it up, out of the way. Killian undoes the small buckles and slips each of her heels off her stocking clad feet before adjusting her skirt to fall properly. He dangles the blood red heels from his hook so their hands entwine, rings clicking together.
"You know that you could have just told me."
"I know. I was just worried about getting my stockings dirty." Emma says.
Killian tugs ever so slightly on her hand so she steps even closer to his body. "You don't need to be worried. They'll be on the floor soon enough."
Emma blushes prettily and Killian smirks smugly.
They continue back to the Jolly Roger, climbing up the gangplank and onto the deck with the rest of their family. There is more dancing as the music varies between more upbeat and slower songs.
Emma and David dance together for a while, Killian - slightly awkwardly to begin with - dances with Snow before resting for a while.
Emma sits comfortably in Killian's lap, leaning back against his chest. They slowly sip through his flask of rum; filled with a specific type of rum that Killian had saved specifically for their big day. In between sips, they kiss sweetly, heads resting together.
A short while later, a very jolly song begins and sudden small footsteps sound across the wooden deck.
"Emma!" a small voice shouts, gaining the bride's attention with a smile. "Will you dance with me?"
Roland jumps up and down on the spot, obviously hyped up on whatever sugar the fairground has to offer.
"Of course!" she says. Her head turns to look at her husband. "I'll be back soon, handsome."
"I love you, beautiful." Killian mumbles.
"I love you too."
They kiss once more before Emma stands and is enthusiastically pulled over to the middle of the deck. Killian watches as she dances with the young boy and smiles. As they continue dancing, Killian mingles with some of the guests.
It isn't much later that Emma finds herself sitting back in the chair, Roland in her lap with his head on her shoulder as he sleeps. She rocks gently, his body heat eliminating the slight chill in the air.
Robin comes forwards, apologising profusely as he carefully takes his son into his arms. He bids her goodnight, offering a final congratulations from him and Regina. He then departs with his sleeping son, in search for his own True Love.
Killian walks over to his wife. He suddenly lifts her up and spins her around. Emma laughs loudly as she is placed back down on the deck.
The pirate then wraps his arms around Emma's waist, drawing her close as the music changes to another slow song. Their temples rest together as Emma's arms wrap around Killian's torso.
They continue dancing and mingling until the party begins to wind down. The Charmings had retired earlier on so Neal could be put to bed so Emma just grabs Killian's hand and leads them to the hatch for the Captain's Quarters.
Emma had asked Killian if they could spend their first night as husband and wife on the Jolly Roger as it offered them more privacy and it has been a bigger part of their lives compared to the castle. Killian had immediately agreed, wanting nothing more.
Killian insists on going down first so Emma will not slip in her dress as she descends the ladder into the cabin. She waves her hand to lock the hatch before her arms go around her pirate's neck.
"You are so beautiful." Killian whispers, hand cupping Emma's cheek. "I am such a lucky man."
Emma brings her left hand back to grasp his hand, their rings once again clicking together which sends a thrill through both of them. Her free hand runs down his chest, through his chest hair and nudging the charms of his necklace before it rests over his thudding heart.
"We are both lucky, Killian." Emma whispers back. "This day has been absolutely perfect and I hope we create even more amazing memories."
Killian smiles and raises his hook. He carefully catches the flower crown beneath the metal and removes it from his wife's head before unceremoniously throwing it across the cabin. Emma laughs as he rests their foreheads together.
"We will, my love." His voice is quiet, tender. "I love you so much."
Emma draws back, a slight smirk on her features.
"Care to show me how much, my devilishly handsome husband?"
Killian grins, his hand and hook already making their way to the laces of Emma's dress.
"Oh yes, my delicious wife. I do."
End note: Please review! :)