Post- Underworld fic that depicts three critical moments for my Captain Swan loves. What do those include? Proposal, wedding, and baby of course. All inspired by 'Sweetest Devotion' by Adele.

"Emma, love, there's no need to rush. We're home now - back from the bloody Underworld. I think we've earned a more leisurely pace." As Emma held Killian's hand in hers she slowed, trying to reign in all these feelings swirling around inside of her. Everything had been so go-go-go as they fought their way through hell, she couldn't seem to relax, to let herself just be. With Killian she wanted that though.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just anxious for the good part." Killian arched a brow in confusion, though his eyes showed a softness that spoke of patience and trust in her vision for whatever came next.

"The good part of what, Swan?"

"Us, together. You know, the happily ever after we're fighting for." Killian scratched at his ear, clearly a bit flustered at her big declarations. As if following him to the Underworld hadn't been action enough.

It had been touch and go down there for a while, especially in the face of the past. For Killian, there had been a misguided belief that Emma and the others were risking themselves for someone who didn't deserve it – himself. He grappled with it, going so far as to say he should just move on and spare the others the turmoil of his revival, but Emma Swan wasn't the type of person to accept stupid ideas as the truth, or settle for a life without hope, at least not now. He'd been much of the force in her life that had changed the old guarded Emma into a more open, invested person. Yes, her parents and her son had a lot to do with that, but when it came to her heart, there was only one man who Emma could truly be free with, and she'd demanded that he see that. Emma was aware that when she made demands it was near impossible for him to deny her.

"Did you have a particular step in mind?" She nodded, rounding the corner so that now they stood in front of their home, and not the inverted Underworld version, but theirs.

"Moving in together is a start, but I think we might need a bit more, to be honest." Emma watched as the surprise on his face grew and she felt a strange sort of certainty that this was the moment.

"Killian Jones, will you marry me?" Immediately his hands came to wrap around her, pulling her so she was a breath away from his lips.

"Isn't it I who should be asking you for your hand in marriage?" Emma was about to respond with an echo of their first date banter when he kissed her so surely and with so much passion all words flew from her mind. When he pulled back his eyes his words implored her to stay where she was on the porch. He was gone within the house for less than a minute before he returned, with a black box in hand, small enough for a ring.

"Killian," Emma felt the tears stinging at her eyes. He'd already been thinking of this, of course he had. She should have known. When he popped open the box, the tears fell, for sitting there was the perfect ring, and he was going to give it to her. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying yes before he even asked her anything.

"Emma Swan, I love you, more than anything in the world, and I want you to know that to me there can be nothing better than to stand by your side. A few times now I've given into doubt, thought that perhaps the world was too against us. But each time you remind me that there is nothing your love and your hope and your passion cannot achieve, and that together we can break through every low point in the hopes of our happiness." He ran his fingers over the spilled tears on her face, trying to catch them.

"In truth, Emma, I think I needed to go to Hell and back to realize that this thing between us is something we both deserve. Now that I see that clearly, know that there is nothing that will make me waiver again. I am yours now and forever, Emma. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, Killian, I will marry you." He placed the ring on her finger and without hesitation she pulled him in close for another kiss, finally feeling like things were what they should be. With a puff of her magic, Emma changed the venue from the more public street view, to the intimacy of the bedroom, their bedroom.

"I think it's about time we break the house in, don't you?" Emma asked as she took of her jacket and then the rest of her clothes. Killian tracked every motion as if she were the most fascinating thing that had ever existed.

"Aye, Swan." His voice was gruff, and changed with emotion, just how Emma liked it.

"Good. Lose the clothes, Jones."

"As you wish."

There weren't too many elements of the wedding taking place today that Emma was completely devoted too, and of the things that she had an opinion on, none compared to the dress. It was a beautiful ivory color, made of the softest sort of fabric that clung to her and every curve while still feeling breathable. It's intricate lace design and the sleeves reminded her of Camelot, and thought that was literally the 'dark times' of her life, there were still good moments, moments largely given to her by Killian, the man she was about to claim as hers for now and always in front of the whole town.

"Oh, Emma." Emma's eyes moved from her dress's reflection to her mother's eyes, as she stood behind her. In their blue depths were happy tears left unshed that were just beginning to spill over. She knew her mother was likely thinking back to the special evening they'd shared. With her long flowing hair and more delicate wreath of wild flowers, Emma really embodied the spirit of a celebration back in the Enchanted Forest and that was what she wanted, to be the princess today. Only this time, she was more than the conflicted mess of light and dark, struggling to hold onto the hope that her family and Killian could bring. Now, she was sure of herself and the love in her life. Nothing could be clearer to her than that she belonged right here, in this moment, with these people who she loved more than life itself.

"I love you, Mom," Emma whispered as she turned and hugged her. Cherishing the warmth of her mother's embrace and the somewhat predictable hiccups caused by her crying.

"I love you too, Emma. So much." There was no doubt of that in Emma's mind or heart. Her parents had shown her time and again that they would love her forever and always fight to give her the best chance they could. Emma only wished she could have known during all those years of loneliness that all of it would be worth it. All that time of pain and questioning, of yearning for something she didn't even believe was possible was worth going through a hundred times since it led her here.

A knock sounded at the door, and her father poked his head in, freezing as he looked past his wife to Emma. He was stunned, and if Emma had to guess, just as emotional as her mother even if he did manage to keep from crying. His voice warbled slightly though as he asked if she was ready.

"I've never been more ready for anything." At that her father laughed.

"What's so funny?" Snow asked, suddenly pulled from the crying as David shook his head.

"It's just that Killian said the exact same thing when Henry asked him that question."

"Well of course he did, David. It's true love." And with that, her mother was off to her seat amongst the others and Emma took David's arm. They moved outside of the house, where Emma had been readying herself into the yard that over looked the ocean where everything had been arranged beautifully thanks to the meticulous planning of her mother.

The walk felt like it took forever, but then she saw him and all thoughts of impatience flew out of her mind. Emma wanted to see her future husband like this always, a little awe struck by her and very very happy. In his eyes she saw that hopeful gleam that so often greeted her coupled with something she too felt clinging to every part of her – rightness.

When David released Emma, she placed a kiss to his cheek and whispered 'I love you Dad,' watching as his eyes too turned misty. But then he was patting Killian's shoulder in a gesture of their ever increasing friendship and returning to his seat. Emma turned to Killian and took his hand in hers.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered hear today to join the lives of Killian and Emma together in the sight of all their friends and family."

"And the forces of good and evil," Henry added, much to the entertainment of the audience and his mother and step father-to-be.

"Right, and those," Archie agreed as he continued on. Emma could barely hear him though, she was so lost in Killian's expression and smile. Her whole being was filled with this incredible warmth, as if the sun was shining on her soul and lighting up any remaining shadows that may have remained.

"Ahem, love?" Killian motioned around them and Emma noted the current of flower petals that were spiraling around them through the air in an intricate sort of wind cycle. Seemed Emma's magic had run away with the intensity of her emotions. After a moment of appreciating just how beautiful the pinks and purples were as they swirled around, Emma released them back to their scattered places amongst the ground.

"Sorry," she whispered.

"Never be sorry for being exactly who you are, love." Emma couldn't help it. She stole a quick kiss and though there was some teasing from both her father and Regina at the display, Emma waved it off, ordering Archie to keep going. Then it was time for the vows, and Emma wanted – no needed – to go first. She fought through the rapidly building lump in her throat, determined to get this out, to have this said.

"Killian, you often remind me that life and happiness are about finding our moments and taking them, but I know that sometimes, fate steps in, it takes control and it sets us on a path. Like the moment our paths crossed, a world away from here both in space and feeling. I was guarded and scared and afraid. Nothing and no one could convince me that I was worthy of love or that I could give it without being hurt, aside from my determined believer of a son." Emma's eyes flicked over to Henry's who stood besides Killian smiling widely, before returning to Killian's.

"Within hours of knowing me you asked for something that I had no idea how to give – you asked for my trust. I wasn't ready then, but sure enough, through actions more than words you showed me that I could trust you, that of everyone you are the person who can see me and want me and stay. Your devotion to me and to us is the sweetest gift, the thing I cherish most, because I love you so much. I will always love you and I promise to always trust, to always believe in you and in us." The tears appeared now, and Killian quickly brushed them away.

"Emma." Killian paused and smiled. "Love was my sworn enemy when we met, and as such, the man you met at our first encounter was hollowed out, filled with nothing but a blind quest for vengeance as a means of relief that would never come. Not until you did I realize that the way back to the man I was, the man I could be again, was through the light instead of darkness. It was through you, your bravery, your brilliance, and your beauty that I found my way. Now I walk through life with purpose, with hope and with a love in my heart so strong it will never be tampered. Nothing and no one could quench this fire within me, or quell this song that sings only for you within my heart.

"We've made a habit of following each other to the ends of the world and time in hopes of a future together. I will continue to do so for the rest of my life and likely beyond, for you, Emma Swan, are the single most wonderful thing that has ever existed. Loving you is a privilege, one I will never take for granted, and one I will bear proudly. I vow to make sure not a day goes by where you don't know that and where you don't see it."

"With that, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-"

Who was Archie kidding? Emma and Killian most certainly did not need anyone's permission, and the sealed their marriage union with a kiss so heartfelt that the light surrounding them tinted with color, and the guests in attendance couldn't deny the truth of the love before them.

….

Every fifteen minutes. That's how often Emma was waking every night with the need to check on Hope. Call her overly cautious, or paranoid or just plain crazy, but she was worried for her daughter. Her daughter. A full week after her arrival, Emma was still not used to saying it. Just the thought that this little girl was hers, half Killian, half herself made her so happy and so proud.

She was currently staring down at the dear little girl who over the past few months, had become so much. Her name needed no explaining, for it was through her namesake that the love between her parents and the reuniting of her family had even been possible. Things were a constant battle, and more often than not, Emma and the rest of her family felt overwhelmed with the burdens of heroes. What they all wouldn't give for some reprieve. But the sleeping girl knew none of that, and instead she slept soundly, looking so beautiful already with her dark brown hair and now closed green eyes.

"Emma, love, you need your sleep." Killian's voice from the doorway had Emma turning and she couldn't help but stare. Her husband was sinfully attractive and she'd never be able to stave off her attraction to him, especially with his hair all tossed about from sleep and his chest exposed from sleeping without a shirt. It had Emma wanting to crawl into his arms and never let go, but still the worry tugged at her. Someone needed to protect their little girl, their princess.

"Killian, I can't." Emma's voice sounded defeated even to her own ears, but Killian only shook his head and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Regina gave me this today, and I put it by the lamp for you to see." Emma had been so tired from all the incomplete sleep that she hadn't even noticed it. She read it now. It was a spell of protection that Emma could cast that would also tell Emma and Killian when Hope needed them.

"Of course Regina has a magical baby monitor." Killian's blank stare was interrupted by his yawn and Emma felt the tugs of exhaustion too. Quickly she cast the spell and when she was sure it was cast and strong and filled with enough love to protect a whole country, never mind a tiny infant, she took Killian's hand and headed back to bed.

"I'm sorry for waking you." He paused in the hallway and kissed her softly. When Emma opened her eyes again Killian's were filled with honesty and love.

"Never be sorry for loving our daughter so fiercely, Emma. Just know, that I will never let anything happen to our family. The world may be a strange and dangerous place, but it's nothing we can't handle if we're together."

"Together. Always." They headed back to bed, and in the warm embrace of Killian's arms, Emma drifted into her first truly restful sleep in ages. Thank heavens, little Hope gave them lots of time to recover, but that of course would not last. For as the product of true love, and the daughter of a princess and a pirate, little Hope was destined for a life of adventure and excitement, even if it did drive her parents a little insane with worrying.

….

With your loving, there ain't nothing
That I can't adore
The way I'm running, with you, honey...

Is we can break every low
I find it funny that you're the only
One I never looked for
There is something in your loving
That tears down my walls

I wasn't ready then; I'm ready now
I'm heading straight for you
You will only be eternally
The one that I belong to

The sweetest devotion...
Hitting me like an explosion
All of my life!
I've been frozen!
The sweetest devotion I've known

I'll forever be whatever you want me to be
I'll go under and all over for your clarity
When you wonder if I'm gonna lose my way home
Just remember, that come whatever
I'll be yours all alone...

I wasn't ready then
I'm ready now
I'm heading straight for you
You will only be eternally
The one that I belong to

The sweetest devotion
Hitting me like an explosion
All of my life
I've been frozen
The sweetest devotion I've known

I've been looking for you, baby
In every face that I've ever known
And there is something about the way you love me
That finally feels like home

You're my life, you're my darkness
You're the right kind of madness
And you're my hope, you're my despair
You're my scope, everything, everywhere

The sweetest devotion
Hitting me like an explosion
All of my life, I've been frozen
The sweetest devotion I've known

Sweetest
It's the sweetest!
Sweetest
It's the sweetest!

Sweetest
It's the sweetest!
Sweetest
It's the sweetest!

Devotion...!

Post-Note: I needed the trifecta in preparation for tonight's episode. If I survive this, it will be surprising because all of the promos and spoilers have me already dying of feels. Nevertheless, when in doubt, find the fluff, and that was the guiding principle for this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed, and as always thanks for reading!