You've been very patient waiting for this so I've decided to give you over 1,500 words more than I usually do! I hope you like it, Can't wait to hear what you have to say about this one. I promise you wont have to wait so long for the next one!

Killian was jolted awake with the force of the plane landing on the runway, quickly glancing at Emma he smiled to see her still peacefully snoring with her head almost completely engulfed in her feather pillow. The sun bounced off the runway, he squinted his eyes to look out of the tiny plane window. A part of him was sad he'd slept through the descent into city; he loved the New York City skyline especially in the early morning sunlight.

He reached over to gently shake Emma awake. "We've landed, love, we're home"

"Mmmm?" She groaned, slowly sitting up to reveal bed hair that could only be described as an architectural feat.

Stifling his laughter he carefully smoothed down her hair, "I said we're home"

"Home" she murmured. She loved the way the word caressed her lips. It wasn't a new addition to her vocabulary but somehow since moving in with Killian the word gained so much more meaning. After an exaggerated stretch she rubbed her eyes. "Thank god no one knows we were away, I must look horrendous, although I have to say the whole long haul flight thing really wasn't as bad as people make out!"

"It's a bit different in economy" he chuckled, "and you could never look horrendous" he quickly added planting a quick kiss on her lips.

As the plane slowed to a halt he pulled out his cell phone, "well I suppose I should probably turn this back on"

No longer had he turned his phone on and set it on the tray than it started vibrating constantly, Emma and Killian looked at each other and then back as the phone shuffling its way across the tray with all the messages and notifications until the vibrations sent it toppling onto the floor.

"Maybe I'll wait until we get in the car to look through all that!"

It took them less time than Emma expected to get through security and collect their bags. She reached into her purse and pulled out a large silk scarf she loosely wrapped around her neck and a pair of big sunglasses. Killian followed suit with a beanie hat and sunglasses before they exited baggage claim hand in hand walking happily until they came face to face with a human wall of paparazzi and fans shouting excitedly while snapping pictures left right and centre of the couple.

"Killian how does it feel being number one?"

"Did you always plan to propose on your release date?"

"How did he do it Emma?"

"Did you get down on one knee?"

"Killian, does Elsa know?"

"Is Elsa invited to the wedding?"

"Go on, show us the ring!"

Emma squeezed Killian's hand tighter as their relentless questions were fired at them with the speed of a semi-automatic rifle. She wanted to hide, or curl up in a ball until the noise and flashes stopped. The familiar tightening in her chest returned and then on cue her breathing became erratic. Without skipping a beat Killian wrapped his arm around her drawing her closer and gave a small wave to the cameras, "no more pictures please" he asked politely, not that it made any difference. Finally security showed up and cleared a path for Killian and Emma to make their escape to the car. He opened her door first helping her into their Cadillac Escalade before throwing the cases in the trunk and jumping into the driver's seat.

Emma was breathing slow deep breaths with her eyes closed and after one long breath she opened her eyes grinning at him apologetically.

"That was intense!"

He released a relieved chuckle, "aye, that's an understatement! Are you alright, love?"

She nodded. "It was really overwhelming but I'm starting to get better at handling it." She let out a groan when she pulled down the sun visor and looked in the mirror "but why do they have to always take pictures of me at my worst?"

He took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss "Here's what we're going to do; I'm going to drive us home, run you a bath and pour you a glass of wine and you're going to rest and enjoy a last moment of peace before the world impedes anymore on our lives." Playing with the engagement ring on her finger, he moved it around and watching the diamonds catch the light. "I'll catch up on everything, give Leeroy a call, and we'll just lay low today." He finished with a wink.

"Sounds like a plan, take me home Mr Jones."

"As you wish, Swan"

Once Emma emptied the last contents of their suitcase she hauled the empty bag across the room squishing it back into the dark corners of her closet. "Until next time" she sighed, looking once more at the stamp in her passport before storing it away in her top drawer.

"Let's not make it wait as long to be used again." His arms wrapped around her waist hugging her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Your bath is ready" the whispered words tickled her ear sending a shiver down her spine. She bit down on her bottom lip, how was it possible to still want him this badly.

He smiled into his kisses down the side of her neck acutely aware of the effect he was having on her and it was worth the torture he was putting his own body through.

"It feels like you want to join me?" She said slyly, feeling his body react to hers and finding satisfaction in the fact that Killian was still just as affected by her.

"I wish I could" he lamented. "But I think I've tortured Leeroy for long enough...oh and I checked my texts when you were unpacking...'Horizon' is number one in 20 countries!"

Emma spun around to face him. "That's incredible Killian!" She squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing like a boa constrictor.

"Ok, ok" he chuckled and spluttered, "Can I live to see my wedding day please"

"Sorry" she blushed loosening her vice grip. "I'm just so proud of you"

"I couldn't have done it without you." He cupped her face in his hand, and then sighed. "But I really do have to go call Leeroy, he's about to have an aneurism!"

She giggled into his hand. "Yes, please put him out of his misery! I was going to go see David and Mary Margaret today; I don't want them to hear about our engagement from anyone else!"

He frowned, "I don't want you trying to leave here where there are photographers and reporters outside; it's not safe."

"They're my parents, I can't tell them over the phone!"

He knew she was right. "I tell you what, love, invite your parents over for dinner tonight and we'll tell them ourselves. Hopefully by then most of the reporters will be gone and the ones that remain won't know who they are and might think they're going to a different apartment in this building."

"Ok" happy with the compromise she agreed and kissed his cheek before heading for her bath. In the distance she could hear Killian grovelling on the phone with Leeroy in the living room.

"I know mate, I'm sorry..."

"Because I wanted it to be a bloody surprise, didn't I..."

"I had finished all my work...

"How many times do I have to say that I'm bloody sorry..?"

Emma chuckled at what she could overhear; she didn't envy Killian having to talk his way out of this one! Despite the luxuries of first class travel she still felt as though the recycled plane air clung to her body until she peeled off her clothes and slipped into her bubble bath. Her muscles slowly began to relax as the heat worked its way in, breathing in the vanilla spice bubble bath she sank deeper into the bath resting the back of her head on the rim.

She stole a glance at her ring, a habit she'd formed overnight, it seemed no matter what she occupied herself with her eyes always found their way back to its sparkling jewels and as a result had been smiling more than the Cheshire cat. She'd played Killian's words over and over in her mind so many times she'd memorized them, her own personal memory she could bring back on demand and relive whenever she wished.

Just before her fingers began to wrinkle in the bath she decided to reach over and check her phone. There were only a few messages; one from Ruby with a link to an online article speculating their engagement along with, in typical Ruby style, a short, sweet, and to the point text, "WTF!". Emma rolled her eyes; she'd call Ruby after she'd had a chance to speak to her parents. There was also a text from Mary Margaret asking if they'd arrived home safe and another more recent one saying Killian had invited them over and they'd be round at 6pm. She quickly typed out a reply saying she couldn't wait to see them.

Checking her call history revealed 13 missed calls from an unknown number, she had no idea what that was about, and other than that she hadn't missed much. Next she logged into Twitter to see what people were saying about Killian and Elsa's song. He'd sung it for her in Venice and when she realised she'd been the inspiration felt as though her heart had swollen five times its regular size. It was the most touching thing anyone had ever done for her and the fact that the world obviously loved it too just made it better, in a funny was it felt as though Killian's fans finally accepted her as a part of his life; although the moment her timeline came up she realised she'd been premature in that assumption.

elsakillianstan: OBSESSED with #horizon just watched the music video, could Killian be any more in love with Elsa?

elsakillianstan: Ew just saw he's apparently engaged to uglyduckling – is that real?

elsajonesOTP: elsakillianstan ikr! If he is then he is settling, it's so obvious he wrote #horizon for elsa!

killiansbabe: OMG is killian really engaged?

mrskillianjones: Don't tell me killian is off the market #devastated tbh I really thought this chick was a cover for his and Elsa's relationship

HeyElsa: Is it true? Is Killian engaged to the convict chick?

KillianJones_ily: #horizon is song of the year! I love it as much as Killian loves Elsa!

EllianTrueLove: I am going to be seriously pissed if these rumours are true. Who does uglyduckling think she is?

Killiansbabe: EllianTrueLove legit thought that he was just with her for show, she is a complete charity case!

Ellian_everafter: Killian Jones and Emma Swan leaving JFK this morning – god she looks rough!

elsakillianstan: Ellian_everafter omg she looks homeless lol!

mrskillianjones: honestly though what does Killian see in her? She's not even pretty.

Killianmybf: But why would he marry her? He knows he can have any woman right?

EllianIsReal: Ew but Emma Swan is so ugly

KillianJonesfan: Am I the only person that is happy for him? Show some respect guys!

Ellian_everafter : KillianJonesfan we ship Ellian so we have every right to be angry.

Emma couldn't read anymore. She switched her phone off, fighting the urge to throw it across the bathroom floor; Killian had only just recently replaced it after all. All feelings of happiness and relaxation were now a distant memory. She climbed out of the bath and wrapped the huge fluffy towel tightly around herself. She tried to push it out of her mind, Killian had been over this with her before and she knew she should ignore it, they were just trolls, strangers who didn't know her or Killian, just some fantasy they'd created in their own minds. These were all the things she knew in her head but that didn't stop her heart hurting at what she had just read. The words cut as deeply as if they had said them to her face.

Blinking her eyes rapidly to chase the tears away she took a deep breath. She wanted to call Ruby, her friend always knew how to cheer her up and she'd probably be straight on twitter taking down each troll one by one but she couldn't talk about the engagement until she'd told her parents. Her parents – one of Mary Margaret's legendary hugs wouldn't go a miss right about now. Emma looked at the clock, only 1:30pm, she had hours to wait. She kept telling herself that it shouldn't bother her this much but her tears betrayed her logic so she quickly wiped her cheeks.

"I was just coming to warn you not to…"

Her head whipped round at the sound of his voice; he stood casually leaning against the doorframe, but as soon as he saw her watery eyes he straightened up and moved towards her

"…Ah, but it looks like you already have…here…" he picked up her fluffy dressing gown and held it out to her. She shrugged out of her towel and slid her arms inside tying the belt tightly around her waist while he gently rubbed her arms. Once it was tied he held out his hand to her, "come with me?"

She gave a weak smile accepting his hand and allowing him to lead her into their living room. The TV was turned on; a picture on Venice filled the screen. Killian collapsed onto the couch pulling her down so she landed on his lap. She leaned back until her head rested against his shoulder and his prosthetic dragged up her leg resting on her thigh. He kissed her head then lifted his tablet to control the TV.

"I put the photos from our trip up here, I thought David and Mary Margaret might like to see them, but I think we should have a private screening first, what do you think?"

She nodded contentedly and watched the slide show, fondly remembering their trip. Killian had put his song 'Horizon' as the background track for it and without realising Emma was humming along.

"I know it's a bit cheesy but this trip was about us and so is the song so I thought it fit…" Killian apologised, turning a deeper shade of pink.

"It's perfect" whispered Emma.

It turned out Killian was a pretty talented photographer; it made sense, he seemed to be good at anything creative, be it writing a song or presenting a dish. He had this incredible way of making even the most ordinary things look beautiful, from an old shop sign, to cat walking along a rickety wall, to two old men playing cards at a table. But the subject he seemed most talented in showcasing its beauty was without doubt her.

She hadn't even noticed he'd been taking pictures of her but he'd managed to capture her candidly and Emma had to gasp at how beautiful she looked in each picture. She looked relaxed and happy and full of life. Despite the fact she wasn't looking straight towards the camera you could still catch the laughter in her eyes. She curled closer into Killian by means of silent thanks as they watched the rest. The final shot was one she did faintly remember him taking, though she never imagined it looking that scenic. It was a shot of them kissing, Emma's hand rested on the side of his face showing off her engagement ring, shining brilliantly in the natural light of the setting sun. They were off centre in the shot and behind them the ocean laid peacefully, and the horizon drew its line perfectly across the centre of the backdrop.

"Wow" said Emma.

"I just thought you should see yourself through my eyes"

Emma smiled then turned to face him, her eyes nervously dancing around his face anticipating his reaction to what she had to say. "Marry me Killian?"

"I...yes...love, we've been through this..." he held up her ring finger laughing.

A nervous giggle escaped her lips she then licked them and with a deep breath explained. "I mean, marry me now. I don't want to wait; I want to be your wife now."

"Emma, are you sure? I don't know if I can pull together your dream wedding in hours!"

She pressed her forehead against his "you are my dream, Killian"

"And you're mine".

His lips captured hers with no thought of ever setting them free again. All thoughts of what the faceless haters said online melting away with each caress of Killian's thumb on the small of her back while he delved deeper into their kiss. Emma had never felt more loved. They should really stop, there were so many things to discuss, details to iron out, and phone calls to make, but neither of them seemed able to release the other.

Instead he lowered her onto her back on the couch beside him. She quickly untied the belt of her dressing gown then opened it, her eyes dark with want, slowly unwrapping his gift for him as his jeans tightened painfully.

"God, Emma"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to wait for the wedding night…I can just close this up again…" she teased him mercilessly, starting the close her dressing gown again.

His hand shot out grabbing hers stilling it before she could tie the belt. "Don't you dare" said Killian between gritted teeth.

Emma's lips curled up, her tongue brushed her lips and her eyes narrowed, she knew she had him now, "Or what Captain?"

"Or I'll make you walk the plank, princess"

"Oh it's princess now?"

"Aye it is"

She pushed him back so he was kneeling on the couch facing her and she rose up on her knees, gown flowing open, and she unzipped his hoodie "You know, if I'm a princess that means you have to do what I say" She was lifting his white t-shirt over his head, met with no obligation, revealing his ridiculously toned torso decorated with a chest of black hair.

"Ah but that's the thing about pirates, we answer to no crown." He played along, enjoying their little game.

She laid her hands on his shoulders and then scrapped her nails down his chest making him inhale sharply.

"What if I made it worth your while?" Her fingers got to work unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

He kneeled there at her mercy, his erection now near excruciating and she had him so near relief but not quite, she stroked the back of her hand up it as she made her way to the zip and despite his best effort he couldn't withhold a groan.

"Something the matter, Captain?" she teased.

"Not at all lass, I'm just keen to get started."

She pulled down his zip, slightly relieving his discomfort, and stood up, and turning around with her back to him she shrugged off her gown letting it pool at her feet then walked towards their bedroom, hips swaying seductively and called over her shoulder, "I'll be in the Captain's Quarters"

His jeans were off in record time, followed quickly by his socks and boxers. He walked into their bedroom bare of everything but his swagger and increasing desire. Emma had always been turned on by his confidence and today was no different. As he stood naked at the end of their bed where she lay matching his lack of clothing sprawled out looking every part goddess with her long golden curls cascading down her breasts.

It took every ounce is self-control on his part to stand his ground. "You said something about making it worth my while princess?" He cocked his eyebrow suggestively, his eyes roaming all over her alabaster skin.

Propped up on her elbows she smirked. "Come claim your reward, pirate"

(The next day)

"Wait a minute! You're telling me while there are thousands of girls who would give their left hand, pun intended, to sleep with Killian Jones you are blessed with having him on tap and instead you pretend he's someone else?"

"Not someone else, just us in another lifetime or something...it was a one off, like a game...playing for grown-ups, anyway it was hot as hell!"

Ruby leaned forward in her chair smirking. "So how exactly does the pirate seduce the princes?"

"Ha! That is privileged information...besides who says it wasn't the princess doing the seducing?" Emma winked at her friend.

"I'm impressed Emma, a year into relationship and you're still keeping it spicy, I've obviously taught you well!" sitting back in her chair she eyed her friends suspiciously "I can see why he put a ring on it..."

Emma blushed, "I'm so sorry you found out before I could tell you Ruby! We had no idea anyone in Venice recognised us, let alone took a picture of my ring."

"It's ok, I get it, speaking of which, get those gloves off and let me see it!"

Emma looked around Starbucks, she and Ruby had secured a small corner table in the back upstairs, it was the middle of the afternoon and there was only an elderly couple about 5 tables away from them currently engrossed in a crossword puzzle. Deciding it was safe she slipped off her glove and held her hand out for Ruby's critique.

"Oh Emma, it's beautiful! It's so you! I mean I would want something I'd dislocate my wrist trying to wear but that's me, this is perfect for you...wow, he really nailed it didn't he?"

"Yeah" Emma grinned like a love sick fool, "he knows me well...and does August know you're expecting the Crown Jewels?"

Ruby shrugged, "he finished his book, his publisher is really happy with it."

"That's great Ruby!" Exclaimed Emma.

"Yeah he is going to take a couple months off before starting his next project."

"I'm really happy for you both Ruby, this is the most settled I've ever seen you."

Ruby shifted uncomfortably in her chair, turning a deeper shade of pink and holding back her smile. "Yeah it's all good."

"Ruby...you love him, don't you?"

"We're not here to talk about me!" Her friend laughed.

"Of course we are!" Emma fired back throwing an empty sugar packer at her friend.

"Ok yes, I love him, I'm happy, and god help me I'm into all that mushy relationship stuff like going to brunch, posting selfies on Instagram, wearing matching clothes...hell, we might even get a puppy!"

Emma bit down on her lip, she'd never seen her friend like this before and she couldn't be happier for her.

"Ok, stop smiling at me like that, it's freaking me out! Let's get back to you and your sexy pirate!"

Emma snorted her coffee. Just then her phone started to vibrate on the table.

"Unknown number" Ruby read the screen.

"I get them all the time, I never answer; it's probably reporters or something like that."

"So when's the big day?" Ruby managed to steer things back to Emma's love life.

"We just got engaged Ruby!"

"I know, but you must have at least started thinking about it." Her friend prodded.

"First I have the engagement party to organise! Are you and August free on Friday night?" Emma asked coyly.

"I'll make sure we are! Where is it?"

"It's actually going to be upstate, far from the city; there is a secluded old hotel we've hired for the evening. I'll text you directions."

"You ready to go, love?" Killian carried their cases to the door.

Friday had finally arrived at a snail's pace for Emma. A week of keeping their secret was taking its toll on her, all she'd been asked at work was how Killian proposed and if they had a date. But by far the hardest to keep in the dark were her parents, Mary Margaret was in full wedding fever, showing up at her desk every day with more wedding magazines; that day had been the worst as she started asking Emma about colours so she could start looking for her outfit. She hoped her parents would forgive their decision and understand why they made it.

"Emma?"

She looked up at her fiancé standing waiting for her

"Is everything ok? We don't have to do this if you don't want to, it can just be an engagement party, no one would know."

She shook her head, "no that's not it; I want to do this, I just realised we're getting married, oh my god Killian, we're getting married!"

"Aye" he set the cases down and walked to meet her "next time we're here we'll be husband and wife."

"Husband and wife" she repeated his words trying out how they sounded. The two of them stood there awkwardly like two giddy teenagers looking at each other and grinning foolishly.

Emma's phone interrupted their mutual daydream, she pulled it out and rolled her eyes "damn unknown number again! You don't think anyone knows do you?" She asked nervously.

"How could they? We are the only two people who know."

"You're right, I'm just being paranoid."

"Emma Swan"

She looked up at him, "Yes?"

"Will you marry me?" Killian held out his arm for her to take.

"I've already said yes!"

"I know, I just love asking you and after tonight I can't because you'll be a married woman...it wouldn't be appropriate."

"You're an idiot" laughed Emma. "But ask as many times as you want, my answer won't change."

"I desperately want to kiss you right now" he confessed before leaning down pressing his lips to hers, she hummed opening her mouth to deepen the kiss. She breathed him in, well aware that this would be their last private moment today. She tuned into all her senses, the taste of coffee on his tongue, the smell of his aftershave, the touch of his hand in her hair gently massaging her head, the sound of his heart beating and finally she opened her eyes and saw his closed eyes with his long thick eyelashes touching the top of his cheeks before opened to look back at her. "Marry me Emma" he whispered.

She playfully dug her elbow into his ribs, "we have to get there first, come on fiancé let's go to the car."

They pulled up to a house in the Hamptons, it was more secluded from its neighbours nestled behind a cluster of pine trees with silver birches filling in the gaps Emma could barely see the house at the end of the long drive lined with Rose bushes. Killian rolled down the car window and typed a code into the alarm system and the massive iron gates opened allowing them to drive in.

"This isn't the hotel you showed me" Emma pointed out as they walked through the front door.

"No love, this is where we're staying tonight, I thought you could get ready here?"

"It's beautiful." She looked around the large open plan living area that looked onto a secluded part of the lake.

He scratched that place behind his ear, "I'm so glad you like it."

It made her heart melt that where they spent their first night as a married couple meant so much to him, especially when their wedding was so last minute. He seemed really nervous and excited and she was relieved it wasn't just her heart doing backflips.

"So you got Archie?"

"Yeah, he's coming, he thinks it's for the engagement party but I have everything printed out for him to read."

"I guess we're lucky your therapist is also registered to officiate weddings."

"Aye, so Swan..." he intertwined his fingers with hers, "...I'll send David for you, and next time I see you…"

"We'll be getting married." She finished his sentence for him.

Emma had never seen Killian look happier than he did the moment she uttered those words. It wasn't often that Killian Jones was speechless but in this instance he could only smile, his face emulated love and Emma found herself completely overcome with emotion blinking back the tears. He gave her a nod, reassuring her that he felt the exact same, and then he kissed her hand and stepped back slowly until he reached the door, threw her another smile and left. Emma wasn't sure how long she stood there grinning at the front door but when she finally broke free of her love fuelled trance she decided to first explore the house a little and at least decide which room they should stay in.

Downstairs was mostly taken up by the huge open plan living area which included a cosy corner with a fireplace, built in floor to ceiling bookcase, filled with books, a loveseat, and two oversized brown leather chairs, there was a thick rug on the floor and navy cashmere throw blankets draped over the chairs. Next to that area was the living space, the outside wall was completely glass looking out onto the lake, Emma noticed it was a perfect frame for the sun setting over the water, beyond which the mountains towered over them. There was a large cream corner sofa with light blue cushions and a smaller light blue sofa with matching cream cushions, a wooden coffee table and large brown leather beanbag. Emma looked around realising there was no TV and the seats faced the glass wall, however on the coffee table was a complicated looking remote control. She picked it up and studied the buttons trying to make sense of it then giving up just decided to press each one and see what happened. A whirring noise sounded when she pressed the first and blinds started to close over the glass wall, next button operated the lights, the third caused another noise she couldn't place until she looked up and saw a flat screen TV slowly lower from the ceiling.

"Now that's fancy" she muttered.

Continuing her tour she found a large top of the range kitchen and dining area with patio doors that led out to an outdoor living area complete with table, chairs, mini bar, grill, and Jacuzzi. All that remained downstairs was a study, double garage, and two bathrooms. Upstairs were two more bathrooms, a kid's room, decorated for a boy; pirate themed. She smiled thinking she should suggest Killian stay there. Next were two more double rooms and finally the master bedroom, as soon as she entered it the breath was knocked out of her. There was a California king bed facing another glass wall that looked over the same scenic view the living area did, though it looked even more spectacular from the higher viewpoint. There was another reading corner with more books and two matching overstuffed chairs, similar to the ones downstairs. Another door led to the most impressive walk in wardrobe Emma had ever seen, thought it was completely empty. This was without a doubt her dream house.

Satisfied with her exploring she opened her suitcase and garment bag and began to get ready for her big night.

"Hello"

Emma heard David's voice downstairs. "Just coming!" she called out before rushing down stairs with her heels in her hand.

"Emma…you look…"

She laughed at her foster father's reaction. Setting her shoes on the floor she slipped into them and gave a twirl. She was wearing a white Grecian style, one shoulder, flowing dress that moved with her body in a way that made her look almost angelic, highlighted by the braided crown on her head.

He walked towards her and kissed her cheek, "You look beautiful Emma, if this is you now I can't imagine what you'll look like on your wedding day."

"Thanks David" she beamed.

When Emma arrived everyone was in the main hall of the venue. Fairy lights covered the ceiling giving the effect of a starlit night, there were cocktail tables dotted around the edge of the room and stage at the far end with the curtains drawn. The moment Emma arrived a jazz quartet began to softly play "At Last" the people in the room started to look around; some catching a glimpse of her.

"We should probably find Killian, he must be somewhere" muttered David and just then the curtains opened revealing an archway covered in orchids with Archie Hopper standing underneath it with Killian at his side. Killian's eyes locked on Emma's and suddenly time stood still.

"Emma what's going on?" David's voice tore her away from Killian's love struck gaze.

"Don't you think you should walk your daughter down the aisle?" asked Emma, her eyes twinkling.

"What…you mean…now?" He gulped.

"David, hurry up!" Mary Margaret whispered not-so-quietly, catching on to what was happening faster than her husband seemed to.

Straightening up David held out his arm for Emma and walked her in time to the music towards Killian. By the time she got to him she could see his eyes were red raw with emotion and she couldn't hold back her own tears. Archie kindly handed her a handkerchief and then began.

"Dearly beloved you have been gathered here today, by Killian and Emma, as their closest friends and family to witness their marriage." A wave of excited whispers filled the room…

(The next day)

"Good morning Mr Jones" The sweet sultry voice penetrated his dreams, teasing him of a waking world that was now better than anything his dreams could offer.

"It's bad form to keep your wife waiting…" Even semi-conscious his body reacted to her voice, his lips curling up, soon followed by his heavy eyelids, blinking their way into wakefulness. Her face hovered over his; framed by her golden hair, falling in loose curls from the braid it'd been in the night before.

"Mrs Jones, you're a vision."

"And you're a shameless flirt!"

"I will never apologise for flirting with my wife!"

"Good" She hopped up from the bed, "I'm making us breakfast"

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch her happily bound out of the room. Slowly climbing out of bed he stretched and walked towards the window pushing a button on the wall the blinds slowly opened and he looked out at the water. It was time to tell Emma what he'd done and despite being sure she'd be happy he couldn't help but feel a nervous knot form in his stomach.

Once downstairs it didn't take him long to find Emma serving up pancakes and bacon onto two plates. "Here, you take these and I'll grab the coffee."

He followed her to the dining table and sat beside her. After a few mouthfuls of maple syrup soaked breakfast he asked, "So what do you think of the house?"

"I've never seen anything like it!" Emma confessed, "I'll be sad to say goodbye to it, it's like a little slice of paradise."

"What if you didn't have to say goodbye?" he asked carefully.

She set her fork down on the plate staring directly at him, "What do you mean?"

He cleared his throat, "I um…well I own this house, actually we own this house…I thought it would be good to live out of the city, somewhere we could have some privacy and just live our lives away from the spotlight, so I built this house. It's my wedding present to you. As long as you like it, if you would rather live in the city and not have to commute then I'll understand."

Emma took a moment to allow the words to sink in. "You built this for me?"

"Aye"

She looked around her in disbelief, suddenly it was obvious, the décor, the layout, the books, the stunning views and feeling of being fully immersed in nature in the part of the world Emma had such fond memories of camping with her family…this house perfectly catered to Emma and Killian.

"It's a big house for two people…" she noted.

He glanced at her hopefully.

She smiled, "The kid's room upstairs, that's for Henry when he visits us isn't it?"

"It can be…but I was hoping it would be for our kid"

Emma stiffened, this was the last thing she wanted to hear from Killian their first morning as a married couple. "Killian…you know I can't give you a child" her shoulders dropped.

He leaned in, "But what if you already have?"

Her brows furrowed "What do you mean?"

"You brought Henry into our lives and well…I've grown rather fond of the lad and he seems to like us too. He's living in that group home holding onto the hope that he'll be adopted one day…what if we adopted him?"

"Adopt Henry?"

"He already knows us and feels comfortable with us, we have the means to provide for him and out here he would be away from the public eye…it was just a thought.

She sat in silence thinking over his answer, not that there was much to debate. Emma loved Henry, they'd had an instant bond that had just grown over time and she knew Killian liked him a lot but now it was clear, this wasn't a spur of the moment decision, this house would have taken months to build, months before he'd even proposed. He, Emma, and Henry being a family had been part of his plan all along, he wanted to prove he was serious and could care for them and he had really thought of everything.

"You think we can do it…be parents?"

He reached his hand out for her to take hers. "I have every faith in you when it comes to being a mother. Can I be a father? God I hope so, I will make mistakes Emma, it will be on the job training but I promise I will always put you both first and do everything I can to be the father Henry deserves, and the partner you deserve."

She took one final look around her at their new house then turned to Killian, "I'll start the adoption process as soon as we get home on Monday…let's bring Henry home."

(8 weeks later)

Killian walked hand in hand with Emma into social services. After weeks of interviews and paperwork, and a few last minute tweaks on the house they were finally coming to collect Henry to take him home.

"I'll just fetch him for you" said a kind nun who worked there; they watched her leave, the clicking of her shoes echoing through the building, gradually getting quieter.

Once she left the room Killian wrapped his arm around Emma, "Well…how does it feel?"

"Pretty damn good to be honest, I'm just ready to go home and officially be a family."

"I've taken a few weeks off work; I thought I could go on some hikes with the lad this weekend, maybe build a fort out back…" He was interrupted by the clicking sound returning but faster and frantic. Killian felt it in his bones, something was wrong.

The nun ran back into the room, terror stricken and out of breath, "Henry's gone!"