I'm still in complete awe of last night's scene and I am still grinning like an idiot thinking about it and I have a lot of feels, so they have to go somewhere.


The balcony door opened behind her and her mouth tilted up into a soft smile. She knew who it was before he even stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"You okay, Swan?" He asked quietly and she leaned back against him, melting into his embrace.

"I'm fine. I just needed some fresh air."

He brushed his lips over her forehead and she closed her eyes for a second, her fingers intertwining with his. Everything was still so new, so unfamiliar, but at the same time just right, having him here by her side, being in his arms, just being with him.

"What about you? You okay, pirate?"

He tilted his head to look down into her face and furrowed his brows. "Why shouldn't I be?"

"Well, it's Rumplestiltskin's wedding. The wedding of the man you hated over three hundred years, so ..."

"True but ..." He paused briefly, tightening his grip around her. "I gave up my revenge because of you, Swan. I fell in love with you and you healed my heart. Chasing away the darkness and bringing back the light."

"So we both healed each other." Emma whispered.

"Our hearts always worked they just needed to be healed after being broken."

They fell into silence just enjoying being in each other's arms, swaying slightly to the music drifting out through the open windows.

"Emma?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy?"

She turned around in his arms and stepped back, searching his face. "Why are you asking that? You don't believe I'm happy?"

"I just ... I ... it's just ..." He shrugged his shoulders, averting his gaze to the ground.

"I woke you up with true love's kiss, remember?" She said softly, pulling his head back until he looked into her eyes. "You are the only one who can make me happy. You were always the one. I just needed to find you."

He inhaled a deep breath, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling something out, his hand forming a fist around it.

"Then I need to ask you something, love."

She looked at him, her mouth falling open as he lowered himself on one knee in front of her, his hand opening and snapping the box open, the ring sparkling against the blue velvet.

"Will you give me the honor to be my wife, Emma Swan?"

Tears shot in her eyes, her hands trembling as she stared at the love of her life kneeling in front of her, holding a ring in his hand and asking her to marry him. Not even four months ago another man had proposed to her, a man she would have considered marrying if Killian wouldn't have showed up and now he was proposing and she knew it was right. She didn't need to think about it. She just knew.

"Yes." She whispered, a lonely tear trailing down her cheek. "Yes, Killian Jones. I want to marry you."