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"Excuse me. I'm looking for Emma Swan," a young man popped into Granny's as Mary Margaret and David were helping clean up after the reception held there for the town to celebrate what was the first wedding since the curse had been lifted.
"Sorry, there's no one named Emma Swan living around here," Mary Margaret giggled as she thought of how her daughter had corrected Happy that night. It's Sheriff Jones, now.
"Perhaps she goes by a different name now," the young man rethought his inquiry, "I knew her as Emma Swan."
"May I ask who is looking for her?" David asked.
"I'm Neal Cassidy. Emma and I were…friends a long time ago," Neal explained.
The broom Mary Margaret had been using fell to the floor and the smile faded from her face. She glanced at her husband before she looked towards Neal.
"What business do you have with her?" David asked.
"I…ah…that's kind of personal," Neal shifted from one foot to the other nervously, "I was told she was the sheriff of this town. I went to the precinct, but it was closed and locked. A gentleman at some used trinket shop suggested I give this place a try."
"Get back in your car and drive away. You don't get to come near her," Mary Margaret stepped up to stand beside David. "You trashed her life and betrayed her trust once. You're not going to do it again."
"I beg your pardon," Neal was taken aback by the sudden attack he was on the receiving end of.
"No, you should be begging Emma's pardon, but since you're not going to get near her, I'll deny it for her," Mary Margaret sneered.
"Who are you?" Neal asked.
"Her moth...a very close friend," Mary Margaret realized claiming to be Emma's mother would open up more questions for the young man standing before her. She wanted nothing more than to get the man who had hurt her daughter so deeply out of town and out of their lives.
"All I want to do is talk to Emma," Neal repeated. "Can someone point me towards her?"
"She just left for her honeymoon," David said.
"Honeymoon," Neal stammered out, his eyes going wide in surprise.
"Yes, she got married this morning," Mary Margaret smiled triumphantly.
"I...uh...had no idea," Neal stated, "I just wanted to talk to her for a few minutes, to apologize for how I handled things with her when I knew her several years ago."
"You could try the docks," David stated despite the protest received from his wife, "You might be too late. They were hoping to set sail before sunset so they could ride off into it."
"Thank you," Neal nodded before he left.
Mary Margaret turned to David, "Why on earth would you do that? He could destroy everything if Emma sees him."
"I don't think so," David shook his head. "Did you see the look on Emma's face today? The last time I saw someone that happy was when we took our vows."
"That was quite the smile on her face," Mary Margaret agreed. "What about Henry?"
"That's Emma's decision, but I have a feeling she won't be mentioning her son to Neal."
"I hope you're right."
"I think I am. Let her close that chapter of her life," David suggested, "Then there is really nothing keeping her from her own fairytale ending."
"Alright," Mary Margaret nodded. "I have an idea."
"I'm listening."
"Let's finish up here, grab our grandchildren, go home, and put them to bed. Then we can pretend it's our wedding night."
"Deal," he redoubled his efforts to finish up as soon as possible.
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Emma stood at the bow of the ship with her eyes closed. She wore a red peasant skirt and black tank top with bare feet. Her hair was still piled on top of her head from that morning's ceremony. The wind caught the spray and dampened the edge of the skirt and her feet. She smiled when she felt the coolness of her husband's hook through the material covering her stomach and his lips on her shoulder.
"Who's manning the wheel?" Emma asked as she relaxed into his embrace. His feet were just as bare as hers. He'd removed the suit coat and tie he'd worn for her at the ceremony. The modern clothes had been her wish for the day, but he'd felt like he was in a straight jacket and shed it as soon as she would allow. Several of the buttons of his shirt were now undone in his more traditional fashion, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. He was much more comfortable.
"We're clear of the docks. We can afford to sail adrift for awhile," he whispered into her ear.
"Just get lost for a few days," she murmured. "Sounds perfect."
"That is a beautiful sunset," Killian noted.
"It's been a beautiful day all around," she nodded in agreement.
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love when you wear your hair up?" he whispered.
"Why no, I don't think you have," Emma bit her lip as his fingers trailed down her arm.
"Gives me free reign to do this," he sucked lightly at her neck.
Emma opened her eyes and sighed, "I love it when you do that."
"I bet I can find other things you will love just as much," he chuckled softly.
Emma found his hand and smiled at the band sitting on his finger, "Does it feel weird?"
"Feels like the most natural thing in the world actually," he shook his head slowly as she spun the ring around his finger to test its fit. Just like the two of them, it fit perfectly.
"Sun's almost down," Emma smiled. "Let's wait until it disappears before we drop anchor for the night. Then I want to go to bed with my husband."
"Is this supposed to be where I disagree with you?" he laughed, "Because that is not going to happen."
"Let's save our first marital disagreement for when we're on dry land again," Emma turned and looped her arms around his neck. "For now, let's just dance."
"Absolutely," he agreed before they began to sway to an imaginary rhythm as they kept an eye on the horizon to watch the sun set.
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Neal put the binoculars down. He felt like a peeping Tom as it was. He didn't want to watch any more of the happy moment Emma was having with her new husband.
"She looks really happy, doesn't she?" Ruby approached the stranger on the docks.
"Yeah, she does," Neal shook his head. "I can't even bring myself to be jealous because I want a good life for her."
"Who might you be?" Ruby's eyes narrowed towards him.
"An old friend," Neal responded simply, "What's the story with her husband?"
"He's her soul mate," Ruby responded just as simply.
Neal shook his head, "She never believed in such things when I knew her."
"Maybe you didn't know her as well as you think you did."
"Maybe I didn't," he conceded.
"Look, I'm sure she has a radio or something. Being the sheriff, she'd want to keep in touch in case of an emergency," Ruby chose not to mention Emma's children. "If you'd like-"
"No," Neal shook his head. "Do me a favor? Don't mention me to her."
"If you're sure," Ruby's head bobbed up and down, "What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't," Neal made his way back to his car without further reply. Ruby caught a familiar scent and made the connection to Henry but chose to not get involved. Her friend was ridiculously happy and deserved to stay that way.
She watched the car drive away before she looked back at the water. The sun had just died away, and she smiled when she heard Emma's laugh with her super hearing.
"Have fun, Emma," Ruby whispered.
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"Should I bother with any of the lingerie Ruby gave me at my wedding shower?" Emma followed Killian into the captain's quarters.
"Absolutely not," Killian hissed, "I want nothing to slow us down tonight."
"Alright then," Emma smiled. Just before they got to the door she stopped abruptly.
"Em? What's the matter love? Is it the baby?"
"No," Emma shook her head. "I don't know what it is but all of a sudden I don't want to ever look for Neal."
"Whatever you wish," he nodded, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Henry has a father," Emma smiled at him. "He doesn't need Neal Cassidy and his bag of emotional tricks in his life."
"I was reading about something, but tell me if I'm out of line," Killian leaned into her just outside his quarters, "How would you feel if I legally adopted Henry?"
Emma bit her lip before she kissed him, "I would love it. He would love it."
"Only if you're sure," Killian began to ramble on, "You don't have to give me an answer right away. You can think it over."
"Did you just hear me?" Emma snickered.
"It's a big decision," Killian continued to ramble, not hearing her response.
"Captain Hook," Emma called out to get his attention.
Killian was taken aback by the name and growled in reply, "It's Killian Jones to you."
"And it's Mrs. Jones to you," she teased while wrapping her arms around him. "I want you be Henry's father. You are Henry's father. He loves you. I love you. We are a family."
"Are you sure?" Killian responded nervously, "Maybe we should get his opinion before we start the paperwork."
"We will, but I can tell you right now what his answer is going to be," Emma replied before she was suddenly lifted into his arms.
"Let's think about that once we're back on dry land, hmm? I want to take my wife to bed," he crossed the threshold to his room with her in his arms, keeping with the custom Emma had told him about one night in Boston as they'd watched some cheesy chick flick she'd talked him into.
"Yes, it is our wedding night," Emma agreed as he set her on her feet to close the bedroom door and secure it for the night.
Killian smiled as he turned towards her, lifted her into his arms again before laying her gently on the soft bed behind them, "I love you, Emma Swan Jones."
"Just Emma Jones," she corrected. "No more Swan for me."
"There will always been a little Swan in you," he smirked.
"Well right now I have a little Jones growing in me," she giggled.
"Yes, you do," he beamed with pride as he lifted her shirt to peck at her stomach.
Emma smiled and ran her hand through his dark hair. He looked up, his blue eyes shining with happiness.
"I love you," she said with a soft smile as she coaxed his lips to hers.
Killian's smile widened as he coaxed the tank top further up her torso, "You're so beautiful pregnant."
"If you think whales are beautiful, sure," she muttered. She'd never thought herself as anything but a beached whale when pregnant the other two times.
"You sell yourself short," he peeled the tank top away completely, his eyes darkening at the treasure he'd just uncovered. The 'x' might well have settled at her breasts as he knew of no finer treasure.
"Killian," she gasped as he devoured one breast and then the other. The sensitivity of pregnancy only heightening her pleasure at the moment as her hands found their way into his hair as she encouraged his assault until she could take no more.
"This works too," Killian found himself pinned on his back to the bed.
"No more talking," she placed a finger to his lips before she tore open his shirt, buttons flying across the room and landing with several pings against the wooden floor. Killian smirked with amusement but said nothing as her hands went to his trousers to work them free. Emma's eyes were black with lust as she stripped away his wedding day attire and then kissed a path up his torso to return his earlier favor.
"Emma," he groaned as her hands frantically pawed away at his skin, setting him on fire.
"Killian, please," she whispered into his ear as they traded places. Killian made quick work of her skirt and claimed her as his for the rest of time. His ringed right hand and her ringed left hand entwined together as they rode towards their happily ever after together.
