Emma's surprised, when the word "wedding" is mentioned, that she's not terrified. Not even a tiny little bit. Maybe it helps that it's not her wedding they're talking about, but really, the whole thing seems a lot less scary when you've been to the Underworld.

It's been half a year since they got back, since the monsters drifted back to the shadows and the nightmares faded back to nothing more but dreams. Half a year of surprising peace, although even Emma can tell that everyone has half an eye over their shoulders, just in case. But half a year of living with Killian (and part-time with Henry) in their house. Six months of dish duty and laundry, of lazy Sunday morning sex and quickies when they know they're supposed to be somewhere else. One hundred and seventy-five days without scarring Henry for life, and they are damn proud of their track record.

The happy couple opted for a simple wedding affair, skipping over the church and the runner, the flowers on the end of each pew, the giant white dress and tuxedo rentals and a thousand tiny details to be stressed over ad nauseum. Instead, Robin and Regina chose the park (as far away from the hellmouth as possible) for the ceremony, everyone invited to attend if they wanted to, no RSVP needed. Somehow, Regina thought her former title of Evil Queen would scare off most of the attendees, but there's something to be said for a town that has been dragged to hell and back (almost literally) and making it out relatively unscathed.

Set-up is complete by 12:30pm, with the nuptials due to start at 1:30pm. At 1:00pm, Regina peers out of a tent they set up to keep some element of mystery for her reveal, and she looks a little shocked to see almost the entire town gathered. They'd set up a modest amount of chairs, and those are filled, with everyone else standing around and mingling while they wait. With a smile she tries to hide, Regina extracts one hand from the tent flap and waves it around, conjuring more chairs for the rest of the guests to sit in, and they all happily flock to the extra seating.

Emma and Mary Margaret precede her out of the tent. They aren't exactly bridesmaids, just like David and Killian are not exactly groomsmen, but the four of them attend to the bride and groom, lending a helping hand and then sitting back to watch the ceremony take place. Everyone is beyond delighted as Roland acts as their ring bearer. His tiny suit still doesn't fit quite right, but he smiles his dimpled smile at everyone he passes, carrying the tiny pillow with the rings up to his father and proudly presenting them.

Regina and Robin exchange their vows in front of the townspeople, promising to love each other in sickness and in health, through good curses and through bad, through every battle, and every single moment of peace. When they kiss to seal it, the town applauds and the newlyweds beam.

Just like the ceremony wasn't really a ceremony, the reception isn't really a reception. Everyone flocks in and out of Granny's all throughout the rest of the day, wishing the happy couple luck and sharing in the dancing.

So far throughout the day, Emma has had no problem wearing her dress. It helps that Regina just told them to go find dresses they felt comfortable in, as she herself wore something she felt amazing in rather than angling for the traditional white. Emma's is long, just short of brushing the ground, with a beaded accent along her waist but otherwise unadorned. The fabric is soft to the touch, and the slit at the front captures Killian's gaze all through the course of the day, and she doesn't mind one bit.

He's sitting at the bar when she finally collapses after numerous dances with her father. He slides a tumbler of rum towards her as he sips from his own, chuckling when she almost slides from the stool she's perched on as she attempts to wrench her heels from her feet. She's been contemplating for hours whether or not there's magic to make them hurt less, but so far nothing inspirational has come forth. She goes to place the shoes on the counter, but Killian catches the strap on his hook before they touch, shooting her a glance and nodding towards Granny and smiling affectionately at Emma.

She returns the smile easily and runs her hand over the lapel of his suit jacket. He looks good. Like, damn good, if she says so herself. She leans over to kiss his cheek, all the while whispering exactly what they'll do to each other as soon as the typical reception festivities have drawn to a close. Killian regulates his breathing, shooting her heated gazes as he considers her suggestions.

"I guess I'm stuck barefoot until we head back. Although I think at this point the only way I'm putting those damn shoes back on is if magic is involved."

Killian chuckles and reaches into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, producing a pair of satin slippers and placing them on the bar next to her elbow.

"I had a hunch. Figured I would bring them along in case your feet were in peril at any point in the festivities. Although, you've made it much longer than I thought you would."

"You are just – you just – Listen here Mr. Hook, we are going to have an excellent time after we leave here. Just let me do this stupid bouquet toss so I can make my mother happy and then we'll get out of here, okay?"

"Aye, I'll be waiting just over there for you, love." With that, Killian wanders to the other side of the gathering of female wedding attendees. He fiddles with his phone, Emma's heels dangling from his hook, barely paying attention to those around him as he leans against the wall next to the door.

He's not quite sure what happens next, just that there's suddenly a bouquet of flowers smacking him in the face and dropping into his arms. He hears the whoops and whistles of those in the diner, looks up to see Emma laughing and Regina looking smug. He can feel the tips of his ears go red with all the attention turned on him, as he has no idea what the customary response to this gesture would be, but Emma looks pleased and that's all that really matters to him.

They say their goodnights shortly after, Emma ruffling Henry's hair even as he protests and scoffs. His teenage senses are showing, and Emma and Regina exchange a look before they both lick their thumbs and go after his face, causing a look of horror on the boy's face before it disintegrates into laughter.

Emma still makes sure one last time with Snow that Henry staying at the loft won't be a problem for an evening, and she assures her daughter yet again that it'll be fine, that they're always happy to have him over before shooing Emma back to Killian's side and bidding them goodnight.

Their walk back to the house is quiet and leisurely.

The way they talk about marriage later that night after their passion is temporarily quenched is much the same.

And when Killian officially slips the ring on her finger (again, it's not like she hasn't been wearing it for months anyway) and calls it an engagement, it follows suit.

Emma snorts with laughter, breaking the tranquility, and he has to wait an extraordinarily long time for her to explain the meaning of catching the flowers at the diner, about how it signifies the next in line to be married, and he guesses that was all the hint they needed from the universe and all the realms that it's definitely time.