Hi here I am again with a fulfilled prompt from a long while ago by TinyLittleBows106! I hope you like it!

Rated F for major fluff.


"Mommy, Mommy!" Emma let go of Killian and quickly caught the bouncing four year-old girl that was running towards her with a grin.

"Hey, my dashing little pirate!" Emma said laughing. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, it's so much fun. Henry is teaching me how to play poker! I've beaten him twice now!"

Behind her, Killian snickered, and Emma rolled her eyes. She had forbidden Killian from teaching her pirate games until she was ten, but it seems Syrena's loving big brother just relayed the things he learned from his stepfather. "That's nice, sweetie. You go kick his ass." Emma conceded with a smile. What had she expected anyway? Her lineage was full of pirates, bandits and thieves. Emma should've known.

Behind her, she heard a muffled groan, and she smirked. It seems her youngest had tackled her pirate to the ground and the distinct giggle notified her that her son had indeed done so. Barely three years old and already strong enough to tackle his father. "Little help here, Swan?" Killian groaned and Emma giggled, before pulling her son off of Killian.

"Give your old dad a break, baby." Emma teased.

"Papa, Roland is trying to eat the cake!"

"Is he now?" Killian picked up his son in his arms and turned around to look at Emma. "Well, my Prince, this is a wedding, so I think he's allowed to eat the cake."

Emma ran her hand through her son's dark hair, and smiled lovingly. "Or maybe you don't like that he can actually reach the cake and you can't?" she said teasingly. He pouted lightly. "Liam, baby, if you want cake all you have to do is ask."

"Can I have cake?" Liam deadpanned and Killian burst out in laughter.

"Killian, it's your turn." Emma said with a grin.

"Fine." Killian left with her youngest to get him a piece of the beautiful cake. And it was beautiful. Three stories high, gorgeously coloured as if it was all swirls of magic, and it was delicious. Ruby had outdone herself this time.

"Mommy, will you dance with me, please?" the high-pitched angel voice squealed in her ear, and Emma smiled. Syrena was always so excited about everything happening around her; Emma could only hope she would never lose that excitement.

"Of course, my darling. What are weddings for?"

Just at that moment, the beat picked up a bit, and Emma and Syrena were able to really swing to it, twirling and laughing all the while. Syrena was daring, unafraid of trying new things, so at one point, she was hanging upside down from her mother's shoulders, while Emma desperately tried not to let her drop. Of course, as usual, nothing went wrong at all. When the music quieted down again, Emma was out of breath but her spirits could not be brought down today. Today was good, the best even.

Two arms wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her to a hard chest, and she leaned into the touch immediately. Syrena grabbed her brother and the siblings giggled as they danced. Killian moved to the sway of the music, holding Emma close to him as he did. "And you enjoying yourself, Mrs. Jones?" he whispered, and Emma's stomach somersaulted. Mrs. Jones. It had a nice ring to it.

"Immensely, Mr. Jones. Today could not have been more perfect." she said contentedly.

"I agree." Killian said, pressing his lips to her ear. "The most important day of my life, spend with my beautiful kids and my brand new wife. Perfection."

"And the rest of the town." Emma reminded him, looking around the crowded room. Her mom had gone all out, sparing no expense. After all this was Princess Emma's wedding, and the entire Kingdom (well, in this case, town) should know about it.

"Mmm." Killian said.

Emma held onto Killian's hands as they swayed to the music and watched their children dance nearby them. She was ecstatic. After their second child, their son Liam David Jones, was born, it had taken Killian three more years to finally scrounge up the courage to ask Emma to marry him. That was two months ago, and Emma could still remember every word he said to her.

It had been their first night alone in a very long time, for two toddlers were taking up all their time, and her parents had finally managed to convince them to 'go outside, for God's sake'. They'd gone on the Jolly, sailed towards open sea and laid anchor where it seemed the world existed only of sea and they were the only ones who occupied it. There they'd wined and dined, and kissed until the sun set and he lit dozens little lights all around the ship. That's when she'd noticed him getting nervous, fidgeting with his leather coat, not finding his words (Killian Jones, not finding his words!). It was when the sky was at its most red, that he pulled her up and started speaking to their clasped hands. "Emma, I brought you here, not only because we both deserve a break from our two amazing children, but because I've been meaning to do something." He took a deep breath. "In the past five years, I've met you, fallen head over heels in love with you, been annoyed out of my mind with you but loved you nonetheless. You've let me in, fought me at every bloody turn, but loved me despite all my faults. You've carried, and have given birth to, two beautiful children, both of whom are the light of my life. And, darling, I think I'm ready for the next step, if you are. My beautiful, gracious Swan, you have brought light back into my life, a life that wasn't worth two doubloons before, and I would consider it my great honour if you would complete my life and become my wife." Emma had never heard such a well concealed proposal before, and it wasn't until he sank down on one knee and revealed a beautiful ring that it hit her. He'd asked her to marry him. To her surprise, the answer was obvious and clear. Without any doubt or uncertainty, she had said yes, and a thousand times yes again, and she had kissed him until he had to break away for breath, and then he'd slid the ring on her finger, and it was perfect. It was a silver band, laid in with a green emerald (for it matched her eyes), and it fit like a glove.

She glanced down at her finger now, and gazed at the simple gold band that had joined the silver one now. She was officially Mrs. Jones now, and she couldn't be happier about it.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, Swan?" Killian whispered in her ear.

"Not Swan anymore, you know." she reminded him.

He tightened his arms around her. "You'll always be my Swan. Always." he whispered. "But what were you thinking about?"

"The day you proposed. I think I'll never forget that day."

"Well, I hope you'll never forget this one, either." he said, kissing her ear softly.

Emma turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. "Never will I ever forget this. Why do you think I'm barely drinking anything?"

Killian kissed her. "Good. I love you, Mrs. Jones."

"And I you, Mr. Jones."

"Mum, Papa, dance with us?" exclaimed Liam, and they looked down to find Liam and Syrena looking up at them. The three- and four year old both wore excited faces, both happy and content to be where they were.

"Of course, little prince." Emma said fondly, lifting him up in her arms while Killian lifted up Syrena. Even Henry joined the group (though he refused to be picked up when Killian offered; the entire scene made Emma crack up because, come on, the kid was sixteen now).

She and Killian wrapped their free arm around Henry and Emma had never felt as complete as she did now. Her perfect little family, her very own happy ending. It wasn't always sunshine and butterflies, they'd had rough patches, and they would have rough patches in the years to come, but they would face them together, as a family.


Please review, so that I know that it's still worth it if I keep writing.

Also I suck at thinking of titles, so if you guys know anything better and idk a bit more deeper than simple 'the Wedding', don't hesitate to tell me! I need better titles.