When Killian returned home from work on Saturday afternoon, it was to find his wife already sat at her dressing table. She was wearing nothing but a pale-yellow silk robe, and her hair was hanging in loose, wet, waves around her shoulders.
"Hey, Beautiful," he greeted, as he bent to press a quick kiss to her lips. "How was your day?"
Emma turned her attention away from the mirror she had been using to apply her foundation, and over to her husband, who was already busy pulling off his clothes as fast as he could, without tripping. "It was good, thanks," she chuckled, as she watched him struggle a little with his t-shirt.
She rose gracefully from the bench she'd been sitting on, to make her way over to him. Killian paused his attempts to wiggle out of the offending garment the moment her hands landed on his firm chest.
"I spent some time this morning at the local children's hospital, and then when I got back, I talked Uncle George through some work he needed to file for father's foundation." Emma quickly untangled her husband's shirt, before helping him lift it up and over his head, to toss into the laundry basket. "Slow down," she chastised gently. "We have time."
"Sorry, Love." Killian wrapped a strong arm around her waist to pull his wife in closer, before dropping his lips down to hers for the kind of hello kiss he should have given her the first-time round. Emma's hands lingered over his bare chest, exploring the new ridges and dips that she'd become so familiar with in the last few months, before they pulled apart to rest their foreheads together.
"You know, we don't have to go out tonight if you're too tired," she told him, as she reached up to run her fingers gently through the hair at the back of his neck. "I'd be just as happy ordering in and curling up on the sofa with you to watch a movie."
"I know we don't. But I want to," he assured her. "I've missed spending time with my wife. And I think it's about time we changed that."
Emma stretched up on her toes once more to brush a sweet kiss to her husband's lips, before she pulled back with a blissful smile on her face. "Then go and take a shower, Hubby. Do you want me to pick a suit for you while you're in there, or do you already have one in mind?"
"Go ahead and grab me one. You have better taste than I do anyway," he teased, as he tenderly squeezed her hip, on his way through to the bathroom.
Killian smiled softly as he emerged ten minutes later, wrapped up in a towel, to find a simple black suit laid out on the bed, along with a crisp, white dress shirt. He hadn't known the first thing about how to dress for a night at the ballet, but he had asked Anton to book them a table at a restaurant close to the theatre, and that came with its own formal dress code. Emma hadn't set out a tie for him to wear though, and Kilian wasn't sure if that was just an oversight on her part, or a deliberate fashion choice. Either way, he assumed that when she emerged from her dressing room, he'd have his answer.
He'd just sat down to lace up his shoes when Emma made her way back into the room, rifling through her clutch bag.
"Wow, you look beautiful," he praised. "We should go to the ballet more often."
"I wouldn't joke about that if I were you," she teased. "I'd go every weekend if I could."
Emma had picked a knee-length, sleeveless dress for the evening. The simple nude gown had been completely covered by a black mesh, that was embellished with a series of different patterns. The fabric around her pleated skirt was a little heavier, making it appear slightly darker than her top. But perhaps the best part of her dress was the beautifully bright flowers that had been sewn onto it.
They reminded Killian of his wife's beautifully bright personality.
The first cluster started over her left hip, with another bunch spreading out to cover her midriff, almost reaching to the opposite side of the gown. A grouping had been placed just above the first, covering the lower part of Emma's left breast, with a third sitting just below her collarbone on the same side. A smaller bunch rested over her left thigh, with a final group on the left side of her lower back. Emma had finished her look with a large; black; satin clutch, and a pair of red; strappy sandals. She'd kept her makeup natural and light for the evening, and had pulled her hair back into a twisted bun. With only her wedding and engagement rings as accessories, she looked effortlessly elegant.
"Do I need a tie?" Killian worried, as he stood to make his way over to where his wife was standing.
Emma set her bag down gently onto the cabinet in the room, before sliding her hands up his chest to begin popping the buttons at the top of his shirt. "Nope," she assured him. "You look smart enough like this. And I don't want you to be uncomfortable for the performance. You look very dashing, Your Highness."
Killian caught her hands in his own and brought them up to his lips, to place sweet kisses to the back of each of them, before he lowered them to hold firmly between their bodies. It was so nice to finally see that relaxed and easy smile back on his wife's face again. There had been a moment, at the start of the week, where Killian had truly worried it would become a rarity in his life, after what had happened.
"I'm still not used to being called that," he chuckled. "Especially not by you."
"I get that." Emma pulled her hands gently out of his own to reach for her bag once more, as she continued speaking. "I mean… I suppose it would be like me seeing a surname on some form of identification for myself, that wasn't Cambridge. That would take some getting used to."
Killian's brown creased a little with his confusion, as he said, "Yeah. I guess so." He could understand the point his wife was trying to make, he just wasn't entirely sure why she was using that as an example of it.
"I mean… this looks a little strange," she continued, pulling something from her purse. "But it also feels right, you know?" She held her hand out, and Killian looked down to see a small piece of pink plastic resting on it.
It took him a moment to realise he was looking at Emma's drivers licence. He'd never seen any of his wife's documents before, but he knew that she had both a licence and a passport. It just wasn't something he'd ever felt the urge to ask to see. So as he dropped his eyes down to take the card from her hand, at first, nothing seemed strange about it.
It took him an agonizingly long minute to realise what he was seeing, and why Emma had chosen that moment to show it to him.
"Is this…"
"Real?" she asked. "Yeah. I filled the forms in a few weeks back."
"Is it legal?"
"Yes," Emma chuckled. "You do know that they won't let you just make up any name to put on there, right?"
"You're…"
"Yes," she giggled, thoroughly enjoying the stunned look on her husband's face. She had intended to show him the new licence she had received that morning over dinner, so they could celebrate her news properly. But now that she was seeing his reaction, Emma realised that her timing had been perfect. This was definitely not a moment she wanted to share with others.
Killian's eyes dropped down to the simple piece of plastic in his hands once more, and they began to water slightly. He felt a little stupid for getting so emotional over something so simple. But he couldn't control that swell of love and pride building inside of him, at what was written on it.
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Maria
Victoria
Ruth
Emma's look here is based on Jen's look for the Entertainment Weekly Annual Comic-Con Bash 2016.
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