Day 14: Don't panic

"Uh…Swan?" Killian's voice rang through their apartment.

Emma looked up from her laptop to find her roommate standing in their living room, going through their mail.

"What's wrong?" she asked, having picked up on the worry in his voice.

"Um… don't panic…but I think we accidentally got married?" He was staring at a large envelope in his hands.

Emma's heart flipped in her chest. Married? To Killian?

"What did you just say?"

Finally, Killian looked up from across the room and met her gaze. Instantly she knew he wasn't messing with her and she had to fight to quell the panic now rising in her veins

"Well it seems…" he trailed off again, eyes returning to the papers in his hands. "Well it seems we had a little bit more fun on that cruise trip we took last month then either of us remember."

He traversed the distance between them to show her what had come in the mail: a cheaply framed picture of her and Killian, clearly smashed, and standing together in front of what looked like the ship's captain. Their arms were wrapped tightly around each other and Killian had his lips pressed to her cheek while she grinned blissfully.

Emma tried to keep down her blush. Usually her feelings were so obvious.

"Is this a joke?" she asked after a minute of careful scrutiny and collecting her thoughts. "It could be photoshopped. Those are the clothes we wore to the last night dinner, though." Emma tried to appear as detached as possible.

"Aye, see I thought about it and I don't think any of our friends could have done it. David and Mary Margaret were too wrapped up in each other to set this up and Ruby and Victor were drunk before we even hit the dessert course," he explained slowly.

"Okay, well this picture doesn't prove anything. Even if we did somehow get caught up in this photo-op, that doesn't mean we…" Emma trailed off as Killian handed her a very official looking document.

"Is that…?"

"A marriage certificate?" Killian asked. "Yes. Yes, it is. And it has both our signatures on it. Although they look a bit unsteady, but I suppose we could blame the rum."

Emma fought to take a deep breath.

"Does that mean…?"

"We're actually married? Um…I believe so."

A/N: This one is a bit shorter, but I might be looking at right a companion piece... Thanks for the reading! Maybe a review now?