And here we are at the epilogue. Read on for some fluff.

Their wedding day arrived bright and sunny and as Emma sat in front of the mirror, while M&M fussed with her hair, she couldn't help but reflect on how much her life had changed in the last few years. Over how much she had changed. From someone who didn't let others get close, except her family, to someone who had many close friends and a man who owned her whole heart. She couldn't imagine anything else that could add to her happiness, that is until she heard the gurgling from the portable crib set up close by. Now one of those, she thought, would be special. Taking M&M's hand in hers, their eyes met in the mirror.

"Thanks for helping today, sis."

Mary Margaret squeezed her fingers, "And where else would I be? You were there for my big day, of course, I'm here for yours."

"I know, but Emily is so little and, you know?" She said shrugging her shoulders.

M&M hugged her from behind, "Emma, you've got a family, you've got lots of friends and you have a man who loves you so much, it can be embarrassing to watch sometimes. When are you going to realize that?"

Emma was saved from having to answer by a cry from the baby. M&M finished pinning the flower wreath on Emma's head and went to tend to her daughter. "Are you hungry little one?" The baby gurgled in response and M&M picked her up, putting her on her shoulder. Picking up the diaper bag, she turned to Emma, "I'm going to go into the guest room and feed her and then she should sleep throughout the ceremony. Do you need anything else before I go?"

When she left the room, Emma stood up and walked to the window to look down at the wedding decorations. She was so happy with how the beach looked, better than she could have thought possible when they decided they wanted a "period wedding' to match the location of their reception, the Schwan. Knowing that Killian loved that ship, had made the decision easier than most thought, and now that the day was here, she was anxious to see, not only all the finery that her guests would wear, as they too were dressing in period costumes, but the decorations on the beach and onboard the ship.

And the beach looked beautiful as they had gone with decorations that were simple, yet elegant. White chairs flanked both sides of a single white runner that would serve as the center aisle. The end chairs had white ornate ribbons and in the front were baskets of calla lilies and pink roses where Killian would be waiting for her under a gold arch decorated with flowers. What she was most excited about was the staircase that had been constructed for her to walk down before reaching him making her feel like a real princess.

She loved her dress which added to the princess feel in its simple, yet elegant design. The bodice was fitted with a scooped neckline and closed in the back with an intricate lacing system. The sleeves were long and fitted, flaring at the ends. The skirt was long with a small train, which flowed behind her as she walked. And while she loved the design of the dress, it was the material with which it was made, that added to its romance. Off white with delicate lace designs throughout, giving it a romantic aura and making her truly feel she's a princess who is on her way down to meet her prince.

Glancing out at the water, sparkling bright blue under the sun, with gentle waves rolling in to softly lick the shore she saw a speck on the horizon that was gradually growing larger. As it got closer she could see that it was one of Killian's yachts brought down to help tender the guests back and forth to the Schwan, where they were holding their reception. And judging by the way it was bouncing along the waves, it was being driven by Killian's friend, John Silver who was a daredevil on the water. Looking farther north, she caught sight of the majestic white sails of the Schwan billowing in the wind as she flew across the water next to the Cigno.

"Boys, she whispered shaking her head, "never can miss an opportunity to one-up each other."

Emma turned as the door opened to see M&M and Emily enter, "It's time Emma. You ready?" asked her sister, who put Emily in her portable crib and set up the monitor.

Emma stood next to her and smiled softly at her sister, "Thanks again for being here, sis," needing to bite her lip to still the tremor of her chin.

With one last hug, M&M whispered, "Let's go before we ruin our makeup," which thankfully relieved some of the tension. Picking up their bouquets, they moved toward the door and waited for their music cue to begin.

K&E

Standing in front of their guests in his period finery, Killian felt every bit the prince who was waiting for the appearance of his princess. Wearing black leather breeches, black satin shirt with a red vest and covered with a dark gray, long quilted duster, he waited for Emma. As the music started and she appeared at the top of the staircase they had fashioned for this day, his heart stopped, she was so beautiful. Her dress outlined her sexy figure, but it was her face that drew his gaze over and over again. The radiance of her smile almost brought him to his knees and the way she was backlit by the sun gave her an ethereal glow. Gods he loved her, he thought, as she neared the end where he waited. When she reached the end of the aisle, he stepped forward and took her small hand in his, letting her see what he was feeling in his eyes.

"You look beautiful, Swan."

She smiled that little smile that she reserved for him and they turned to face the minister. So lost in the deep green of her eyes, Killian didn't hear much of what was said until it was his turn to say his vows.

Taking a deep breath, he started. "Emma, we have spoken many times about the fact that there is a we because of something magical, "and then looking down at Rumple who sat quietly at their feet, "mystical even. But there is a quote that says Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other. I believe that on that fateful day at Bayside, that you were chosen for me, and that somehow, I was given a "do over." You saved me Emma when I didn't even realize I needed to be saved. Thank you for being you. You are my family and," before he could continue there was a bark from below, " and Rumple of course," he continued, "are my family. I love you." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

Emma rubbed the back of Killian's hand against her cheek, and then kissed his fingertips before she began speaking. "Killian, I've had love and I've lost love, but I always found myself holding part of myself back, waiting for something that had always remained elusive. Then one night at a party for my birthday, that I didn't even want, I danced with a stranger and in his arms, I found what that something was. But that girl was too scared and ran away. And then fate stepped in, and I found you. And through our letter exchange, you showed me a love that I had never known before. That day on the beach when you found me and you put your arms around me, I realized, that the elusive feeling was home. Killian, you are my home. I love you. It's that simple. Thank you for being my Frederick and waiting.

Killian whispered, "Anytime Swan. I love you." Then he gently thumbed away the single tear that had escaped and was rolling down her cheek.

The minister asked them if they had rings to exchange. Killian turned to Rumple and bent over. Rumple lifted his paw and Killian gently untied the rings and patted the dog on the head before murmuring, "Good job boy."

Picking up her hand, he slid the ring on to her finger. "Swan, this ring was given to me by my mother. She said it would lead me to my one true love and maybe she was right. For you see, on that fateful day, I had uncovered it while unpacking and slipped the chain over my head and it found you. It was waiting for you, Swan. I was waiting for you."

Emma took the ring that Killian had chosen, a simple platinum band with their initials and wedding date carved inside, and slid it onto his finger pledging her love and faithfulness.

The minister began his speech pronouncing them man and wife but before he could finish, Killian had tugged her toward him, wrapping his arms around her waist at the same time his lips captured hers in a scorching open mouth kiss. Feeling Emma reach up to wrap her arms around his neck, he pulled her body even tighter against his and as she sighed into his mouth, he plundered her lips conveying everything he was feeling, yet trying to maintain some decorum in front of their guests.

He couldn't believe the feelings that were overwhelming him as he kissed Emma in front of their friends and family. Different, stronger it seemed now that they had pledged their lives to each other. His heart was racing as he held her in his arms and she enveloped all of his senses. Slowly, their lips parted and as she stared into his eyes, he lifted his hands to cup her face.

"I love you, Mrs. Jones," he whispered. Then gently wiping the tears from her cheeks, he pulled her tightly against him. Once her trembling had subsided, they turned as one to be introduced for the first time, as husband and wife. As they walked back up the aisle, they were greeted by a shower of bubbles blown toward them by their guests. The most fun was had by Rumple, who gave chase to each and every one.

K&E

Emma stood wrapped in Killian's arms gently swaying to the music. As the song ended she leaned back and looked around them, before looking up at her new husband, "Where did everyone go?"

He leaned in for a leisurely kiss before answering, "They all left."

She raised her eyebrows, "Did you arrange that?"

"Would I do that?" he frowned at her with mock horror.

Before she could make another comment, he leaned in and took a little nip of her neck, which he immediately soothed with his tongue. He continued his ministrations moving toward her shoulder until he heard her moan with pleasure. Preparing to move over to the other side, he was halted by the sound of a motor.

"Bloody hell, I forgot about them!"

Emma hummed in frustration when he stopped attending to her neck and opened her eyes, "Whom did you forget about?"

Watching the yacht as it came closer to the Schwan, Killian responded, "Tink and John."

Emma frowned, "I thought we were leaving for our honeymoon from here."

As the yacht come closer, he hugged her close, "Swan, I'm hurt. You sound like don't trust me to plan our honeymoon?"

She looked down at his chest, then back up at him and rolled her eyes, "Of course, I trust you. But I thought the fun was just getting started."

Pulling her tightly against him, he kissed the side of her head, "Don't worry. I remember exactly where I left off." He nipped at the side of her neck again, eliciting a giggle.

"But to answer your question, Tink is here to supervise the caterers cleaning up after our reception and John is taking us back to the beach house to change. Alright?"

Emma kissed him on the throat, "Change? Well now that you mention it, I would like to get out of this dress. Are you going to help?" she asked as she leaned in to place a kiss in the open vee of his shirt.

He raised a brow, "What do you think?" before kissing her forcibly, separating only when the Sven pulled up alongside.

Killian helped Tink onboard the Schwan and then he and Emma took her place on the Sven and sat back as John drove them back to the house.

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Emma wondered what Killian had planned for their honeymoon. All he had told her was they were taking the Schwan, bring her bikini, something to wear to dinner and they would be gone two weeks. She knew one thing, though, she was ready. Between her demanding career and his growing business, their time together was precious and for him to take the Schwan out of commission for a few weeks, couldn't have been good for business. Forgoing anymore thought, she leaned against him and enjoyed the ride as the powerful boat bounced across the waves going home.

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At the dock, Killian jumped off and tied up before helping Emma out. Once they reached the sand, he picked her up and carried her toward the path.

Laughing at him, Emma remarked, "Killian, I can walk."

"I know love, but isn't it tradition for the groom to carry the bride over the threshold?"

Shaking her head at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, "The threshold, yes. Across the sand, up the path and then the threshold, no."

"You don't like?" He stopped and let go of her legs, allowing her body to slowly slide down his. His hands spanned her waist, while his thumbs moved back and forth along her bottom rib, just below her breasts, causing her to shiver with desire.

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck, " Oh my husband, I like a great deal." Smiling at him, she leaned in for a kiss, opening her lips over his to suck on his lower lip before moving to his top lip, and then he took control and deepened the kiss. She wasn't sure how long they stood there, lost in each other, but when their mouths parted, her body hummed with need. Killian's eyes were dark with desire which she could feel, even through the thick layers of her skirt.

He leaned his forehead against her, and slowly opened his eyes, "Husband, I like that. And you are my wife."

She hummed in contentment, "That I am." Standing there on the beach, the sun warming her skin she got lost in the blue of his eyes, feeling a silly grin play along her lips.

Giving her a wolfish grin, he picked her up and ran up the beach, in to the house, not stopping until they both fell on the bed. Breathing heavily, he cupped her head in his hands and gazed into her beautiful face while waiting for his breathing to get under control.

"Come on lazy, we've got things to do," he told her as he pushed himself upright. "You lay there like that too long and I may get ideas."

Emma quirked her eyebrow at him. "And what's wrong with that? We are on our honeymoon."

Killian turned his head to look out the window, "Love, they should be finishing up on the ship, which means the sooner we are changed and get back, the sooner we are completely alone for two" he leaned down, to kiss her while balancing his weight on his arms, "long" giving her another kiss, "weeks" before he pushed himself back up and taking both of her hands and pulling her up in front of him.

Emma looked up at him, a pouty expression on her face, and lifted her right hand, holding her index finger and thumb apart, "not even a little something to tide me over until later?" she asked before sliding her arms around his neck.

Killian felt himself weakening and hummed his appreciation at having her so close. He reached around and undid the laces of her gown until the neck fell open and off her shoulders.

Emma dropped her arms from around his neck allowing the beautiful gown to pool at her feet. Stepping out of it, she turned to pick it up and as she walked to the closet with an extra sway in her hips she gave him a nice view of her new lingerie. Just as she hung the dress in the closet, she felt Killian come up behind her and whisper.

"Bloody hell woman!" Then he spun her around, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder as he headed to the bathroom shower. Once they were undressed and in the shower, her little something she had wanted, turned into a lot of something before they were dressed, packed and on their way to the Schwan to begin their romantic honeymoon.

K&E

Emma helped Killian pull anchor and set sail and as the Schwan picked up speed, she pulled her shorts and tank off and lay down on a lounge to soak up a few sun rays. Since she had kept her sunglasses on, she was able to feast her eyes on Killian as he stood up on the bridge. And what a glorious sight he was with his brightly colored board shorts that hung low on his hips and no shirt allowing her full view of his sexy chest.

Wondering how much longer it would be before she had his undivided attention, she decided she would test out his restraint with her new bikini, one so minuscule she would only wear it when it was just the two of them. Stretching her legs out, she picked up the bottle of sunscreen and poured a small amount in her hand and smoothed it over each leg, making sure to rub it in carefully, catching all the creases. Once her legs were done, she continued with her arms, then her stomach and chest, covering every visible part of her torso. Leaning back in the chair she glanced up toward the bridge and noticed that she had his attention. She shivered thinking that even in his shorts, and no shirt, but with his long, dark hair billowing in the breeze, he still looked like a pirate who was making plans to take what he desired.

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"Bloody hell, the little minx knows exactly what she is doing to me," Killian muttered to himself, while up on the bridge steering the Schwan toward, Key West, their first destination. He had been watching her move around the deck, feeling quite proud of his Swan and her ease at helping him sail the ship. She had learned a lot in the past few months, which allowed them these two weeks alone. When she laid down on the lounge and stripped to show off those scraps of material, he'd about choked on the drink of water he'd taken. And it had gotten harder, definitely harder he smirked, when she had gotten the lotion out and began spreading it over her luscious body. Gripping the wheel tighter, he really wished he could drop anchor, but resigned himself to another half hour before he could feast, however, two can play the game, he thought. Taking his glasses off, he gave her his patented pirate glare, the one she called smoldering and made her feel she was the loot he was getting ready plunder. Keeping his eye on her as they sailed south, he could tell she was getting relaxed and noticed the minute she drifted to sleep.

He dropped anchor and tied up the sails and went to check on his sleeping beauty. She had rolled over on her side, but otherwise, the lack of motion from the ship had not disturbed her. Kneeling next to the lounge, he lightly ran his finger up the side of her leg, then tracking along her bikini bottoms around to her spine, moved up toward her shoulder blades. As he reached the ties of her top, she moved, rolling onto her back, and when he moved his hand, the ties came with it, loosening her top.

"Convenient" he murmured. Before bending over and placing gentle kisses along the center of her stomach and then slowly moving upward until he reached the loose scraps of material, she was calling a top, which he moved aside completely with his tongue. Killian readjusted himself and bent over to continue his exploration, however just before his lips came into contact with woman, he felt her hands grab handfuls of hair pulling him up for a hard kiss, then lifting his head back up.

"We're here?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his hair before clasping her hands behind his neck

Killian nuzzled his nose against hers, "Yes, love, we're here. Are you hungry?"

Emma grinned up at him, a flirty little smile playing on her lips, "Depends on what you have in mind."

Climbing on the lounge with her, he pulled her close to his body, and captured her lips, while moving his hands sensuously over every part he could reach. The sounds of the waves breaking against the sides of the ship and an occasional seagull, the only sounds heard, except for their heavy breathing. Growling low in his throat, Killian buried his face in her neck where he used his lips to suck gently, before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Shall we go straight to dessert?" he asked as he stood up and held out his hand to her.

Putting her hand in his, Emma got off the chair and whispered in his ear. "What's a good dessert without a little chocolate?" Then took off for their cabin.

"My thoughts exactly," he whispered before following her down to the Captain's Quarters, where dessert lasted well into the night.

The End

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