The Promise

by Flslp87

Killian and Emma, two people longing for love. Come along on their journey of True Love, filled with romance, passion, and challenges as they fight for their Happy Beginning in The Promise.

27. Chapter 27

And here is the final chapter.

A few new songs.

Here and Now can be heard
Can't Fight This Feeling can be heard
Truly can be heard
Time of My Life can be heard

Chapter 27

Sonata Cliff
Fort Williams Park
Saturday Afternoon, September 3, 2016

Stepping out of the carriage, the train of her dress trailing behind and the smell of roses surrounding her, Emma felt like a princess. A princess who was getting the fairy tale ending just like she always imagined. And waiting for her at the end was her very own Captain Hook, disguised as Prince Charming. Or was that wrong? Was he...Prince Charming disguised as Captain Hook?

Perhaps...he was both, but what mattered the most was that he...was hers...and...she was his.

With the path laid out before her, she hadn't realized how long and winding it really was...much like life. Much like her life and her path to happiness with Killian. Their journey hadn't been straight, but full of curves and obstacles, and through it all their love had grown...and strengthened. And now with every step she took along the path of roses, she drew closer to where he waited.

As Elsa rounded the curve ahead, she looked back and sent Emma a smile, and for some reason things got real and she could feel the tears gathering...just behind her eyes. She blinked furiously to clear her vision, focusing on the music...for without words, each individual note could be heard clearly. Rising and falling, they resonated in her head, seeping under her skin and making it feel alive, bringing with it the ever-present butterfly swarm that created goosebumps and heat. Bringing with it love...the love her man felt for her...and that she felt...for him.

When Ashley disappeared around the bend, Emma felt that perhaps that bend represented the last hurdle that had been overcome this summer. And around it would be her future...waiting for her to grab onto it with both hands and never...never let it go.

The white chairs ahead signaled she was getting closer, and as she followed the arch around...he was there. The tears she had kept under control broke free...and as her eyes collided with his, she could feel his love and it took every ounce of strength she possessed not to hike up her dress and run into his arms.

~~~CS~~~

Killian hadn't been prepared for his first sight of Emma, dressed in her beautiful fairytale gown. She truly looked like a princess and he felt Liam steady him as his knees nearly gave out. The sun peeking through the leaves above them caused her blonde hair to shimmer, casting a halo, creating the illusion of an angel. She was so many things to him and that she loved him...loved him was the most extraordinary feeling.

She was his friend.

She was his lover.

And today...she would finally...finally be his wife.

Her steps through the flowers were slow and measured...controlled even...as if she was focusing to stay in time with the music. Her gaze steady, never straying far, just like her love, her faith and her trust had never wavered...never changed.

And then...he saw her hesitate...nearly stumble, and as her wide eyes met his, he knew that she had just then seen the surprise guests. She questioned with her gaze...but with a subtle nod toward Liam, he told her that it was his brother's surprise. Somehow, he had known that the day wouldn't be complete without the Doctors Blanchard and Nolan.

Her smile turned sunny and with a silent 'thank you' sent Liam's way, her sure steps were once again established, and she moved closer to where he waited. He watched as there was one more surprise in store. One more person important to her that, while they had tried, had been unable to appear in the flesh. Yet with the amazing invention of technology, she could be present for their wedding. When Emma reached the aisle where Sister Blue was sitting, he saw her eyes immediately fill, as waving back from an iPad screen was her friend, Ruby. From all the way in Africa, she was still...a part of their day.

Emma had known seeing Blue here, on her special day, would be emotional, and a quick glance was all she had allowed but then...there was Ruby...waving...crying...smiling at her and her feet stopped. Sending a panicked look Killian's way, he came and rescued her...just as he had in so many ways.

"I've got you, Swan." His steady hand took hers, and as his strength flowed into her, she took the last few steps...ready to pledge her life to his.

As Pastor Lancelot started speaking, Killian knew he should listen, but now that she was standing next to him, he found that his heart was racing...his throat was tight and his breath...was gone. The moment they had been working toward for two years was here...and with everything inside...the time had come to share his heart.

Emma watched Killian's hands tremble as he took his guitar from Liam, but then before he even played a note, he had set it back on the stand. When he took her hands in his and looked back to her, the vulnerability she saw in his eyes nearly stopped her heart. What had he chosen to sing that was causing that look? Was it one of their songs or had he found another whose lyrics seemed to have been written just for them? As soon as the opening bars of the song began, she had her answer...it was a song he had chosen to save and sing just to her...on their wedding day. And that he was singing with Robin...and with Liam, once again emphasized just how far they had come...as a family.

Killian had planned to play and sing...but when he turned and took his guitar, it didn't feel right and changing his mind he set it back on the stand. He wanted to be close to her...he wanted to touch her as he sang. Sending Liam and Robin a quick look, he was relieved when they read his mind and, as if it was planned, started the song without him.

Taking a step closer to the woman who held his heart, he took her hands and with a gentle squeeze, whispered, "This is for you." With a calming breath, he sang Here and Now, sharing with her what was in his heart.

"One look in your eyes and there I see
Just what you mean to me
Here in my heart I believe
Your love is all I'll ever need
Holdin' you close through the night
I need you"

As Killian sang, Emma found herself drowning in the love she saw in his blue eyes. So powerful, it stole her very breath. So strong, it kept her from falling. So potent, it intoxicated her.

"I look in your eyes and there I see
What happiness really means
The love that we share makes life so sweet
Together we'll always be
This pledge of love feels so right
And, ooh, I need you"

As he sang the second verse, the magic of the cliff came alive and the wind rustled the leaves, bringing forth full orchestral sounds to join with the guitars. Killian's eyes flared, his hands squeezed hers and goosebumps climbed along her skin. When the emotions grew so big and one lone tear spilled over and rolled down her cheek, his hands cupped her face, his thumbs softly whisking them away. She felt so treasured...so loved...so happy.

Here and now
I promise to love you faithfully
You're all I need
Here and now
I vow to be one with thee
Your love is all I need

As Killian sang the last few lines of the chorus, his voice grew huskier, sending the butterflies in Emma's stomach swarming and her heart fluttering. She sent him a watery smile, "Thank you," kissed his hands, and added, "it was beautiful."

Emma had spent all week trying to come up with exactly what to say to Killian to tell him how she felt. But the more she tried to concentrate, the more she realized that mere words would ever express what was fully in her heart. That Killian, the man that she loved with everything that she was, had expressed them already...that he knew her...and he knew them. Kissing him tenderly, she began her vow, "I love you, Killian. And you have proven time and again that you know me...better even than I know myself."

His smile warmed her, giving her strength to share what was in her heart. "The first time our eyes met, you were singing...and you sang the lines, 'Hello, is it me you're looking for?' The simple answer was yes. I had dreamed of you...almost, my entire life, I just called you by your moniker...Captain Hook." She winked when he rolled his eyes and continued, "Ruby said it was fate...and here we are."

Blinking rapidly to stem the tears threatening to take her voice, she pushed on, "Our first dance was to the song Unforgettable, and this summer, I learned just how true that really was, as through that dark time there was a light...and that was you. That even though I didn't know your name...didn't know my name...I knew that you were my safe harbor...and here, in this magical place...your kiss made me whole."

She could hear sniffing behind her and knew that if she turned and looked over her shoulder at Elsa and Ashley, their eyes would be filled too. Pulling her hand free, she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and resumed, "The night after our first dance, you sang the words, 'When I fall in love, it will be forever,' and then the song continued with, 'And the moment that I can feel that you feel the same way too, Is when I fall in love with you.' Those words are so powerful, as they convey so much about our relationship. We have always been in sync...on equal ground, and loving you is not something I have to think about. It is as natural as breathing, and it feels like I've loved you forever.

"Our love grew, and then at Christmas you shared a song that your parents had danced to and sang, 'I've always believed in dreams and that fantasies somehow come true,' and here you are. Every dream and fantasy I've ever had come true."

Taking another moment, Emma swallowed and gestured around them, and finished, "In this place...in front of our friends and family, I promise you I'll never say goodbye. That by looking through the eyes of love, I can see my life...our life...shining, and know that no matter the mountains, love will always lift us up where we belong."

The entire time she was talking, Killian's heart was in his throat and his hands and legs trembled, overcome with the amount of love flowing from her. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss those soft, pink lips so badly that he almost didn't hear Pastor Lancelot give him permission.

"You may kiss the bride was barely out of his mouth before he gave Emma a wolfish smile, and she was in his arms and his lips were on hers. He couldn't get close enough...she was seeping into skin...surrounding him...consuming him with her love.

Only the fact that they were in front of others kept him sane, and as they walked back up the aisle, this time as man and wife, the magic returned and the music from their courtship, serenaded their every step.

Castle Lodge
Portland, Maine
Saturday, Late Afternoon

When Emma walked into the room where their reception was being held and they were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Killian Jones, she had a moment where it all seemed like a dream. Like one of those fleeting images that ran through her brain this summer, and when she would draw them, she never knew if they were real or if they were her life. The feeling was...almost surreal.

As if sensing something was off, Killian nuzzled her ear. "Alright, Swan?"

His hot breath stirred her senses just like always, and that, she knew, was real. "I'm just happy." She gazed up at him, letting him see everything she was feeling.

Killian's eyes widened and, surprising her, he twirled her into his arms, dipping her for a swoon-worthy kiss. When he let her up, she was breathless. "Wow," she sighed.

He lifted a brow, sending her a devilish grin. "I'll take that as a compliment."

She opened her mouth to make a smart comeback, but caught sight of Doctor Blanchard. "Oh, we have to say hello," and pulled Killian over to where the doctors were sitting.

"Emma," Mary Margaret stood up to hug her, "the ceremony was beautiful."

"I...I can't believe you're here. I mean..." she waved her hand in front of the pregnant belly.

Mary Margaret laughed. "Your new brother-in-law can be very persuasive. Even sent a private plane for us."

"He did that?" Emma murmured looking over to where Liam was standing next to Elsa. "It was a great surprise to see you, Doc-"

"-you're no longer my patient, Emma. Please call me Mary Margaret."

Emma spent a few minutes answering questions regarding her continued progress before Mary Margaret's smile turned secretive and she moved them away from the men. "I brought you the rest of your things from you room at Anita's Place, including," her voice became even softer, "your drawings."

"Oh..." As in quite vivid detail, Emma remembered what she had drawn and could attest to the fact that, while her drawings were good, they didn't quite live up to the real thing.

Mary Margaret grinned at her embarrassment. "I didn't look...much," she winked, "but they are all in a large envelope."

Emma felt her cheeks heat up even more, but couldn't keep the grin off her face. "I thank you for bringing them...and not looking much. I was thinking about them the other day."

"Well," Mary Margaret began, "you know Ariel would display..."

"Haha," Emma laughed, "I think not."

They spoke a few moments longer, and then it was time for the meal to be served. After making sure Mary Margaret and David were seated, Emma followed Killian to the head table. Once they were seated, she finally got a chance to look out on the audience and couldn't believe how many people had come. "Killian, how did these people know we were getting married?"

He sent her a side-eye glance. "Blue, Ashley and Elsa, I believe."

"And all your friends?"

"Hmm, I was told Robin had his hand in that." He took a drink of his champagne. "It was quite the surprise to see them last night at the bar."

"Nice," she murmured, her eyes on his lips.

"Perfect," he responded before leaning in steal a kiss. When she couldn't take her eyes off of him, he squeezed her hand and sent her a smirk. "Stop looking at me like that, Mrs. Jones," he quipped before turning to say something to Liam, who was sitting on his other side.

Emma thought about denying that she was looking at him a certain way, but smirked instead and went back to eating.

~~~CS~~~

Liam watched Emma and Killian as they danced to the song Up Where We Belong, and thought his brother had never looked happier. And the smile on Emma's face matched the one on Killian's.

Blue put her hand on his arm. "Thank you for helping make their day special."

Liam watched them a little longer, before answering softly, "It was..." His initial reaction was to say it was the least he could do...but then he caught sight of Elsa and how she kept telling him to give himself a break. "I was happy to help. They deserve happiness after the tough summer."

"That they do," Blue agreed, just as an announcement was made that the wedding party should join in the dancing. "Go dance with your girl. I'll be fine."

Her dark eyes were filled with merriment when she told him to go dance with his girl, making him rethink her timing when she interrupted them last weekend. Not having to be told twice, his eyes found Elsa and, wasting no time, she was in his arms...again. "You look beautiful, Sweet Elsa."

"I... Thank you," she smiled demurely, her fingers playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, creating an awareness in his hair follicles he didn't even know existed.

As one song ended, and as the next song began, he kept her in his arms, gently swaying to the music. "Killian told me that the music is all meaningful to him and Emma. Do you know when this one was played?"

The song was the romantic ballad, When I Fall in Love, and he saw a dreamy smile cross Elsa's face. "Killian sang it to her one night when he was playing with The Minors. Pretty, isn't it?"

Liam listened to the song, and as the words, And the moment I can feel that you feel the same way too. Is when I'll fall in love with you, and something inside sparked and slowly he manipulated them until they danced out onto a balcony. "Pretty song," he agreed. "Elsa, I," he swallowed, trying to calm his racing pulse, hoping that he wasn't overstepping what he was feeling...what she was feeling. "I want you to know...I'm falling for you. Hard...and fast."

"Oh, Liam," she murmured, "I'm falling for you too."

And because they were on a balcony with relative privacy, he did what he had been wanting to do again since the previous morning: he kissed her. She tasted like champagne, felt like heaven, and for the first time in forever, his future looked bright.

~~~CS~~~

Mary Margaret watched Emma and Killian make the rounds, stopping to speak with their friends, and even though she was eight-months pregnant, she was really happy to be sharing their day. It was very interesting trying to match people that Emma had remembered and drawn pictures of with the real people from her life. She and David had been seated with the Sisters and a couple other women for dinner and something told her that was where the name Blue came from...but Kate, she didn't know. "David, did Emma ever tell you where the name Kate came from?"

"Emma didn't, but Sister Green told me that Emma had a doll growing up and her name was Kate. She also told me a little about Emma and her two friends, Ashley and Ruby. It sounds like they are still really close friends, even now.

"Ruby," Mary Margaret mused, "that could be another word for red, don't you think?"

He just shrugged. "Perhaps. Do you want to dance?"

The band was playing one of her favorite songs, When I Fall In Love, and the thought of dancing sounded nice. "I would love to, David. Thank you for asking."

~~~CS~~~

Ashley pointed out to the dance floor. "See the pregnant woman dancing with the fair-headed man? That's the doctor that was treating Emma while she had amnesia, and her husband is the one who performed her jaw surgery." Ashley had to admit the pair had been friendly enough when she had been briefly introduced to them but she was still feeling a bit peeved with all the secrets.

"And they flew out for the wedding? That's interesting," Regina murmured. "Did you ask her why she asked Blue not to tell you all about Emma's memory issues?"

"Oh, I wanted to," Ashley teased, "but didn't think Emma would appreciate me wrestling with her pregnant doctor."

"Hmm," Regina's dark eyes glittered with humor, "perhaps you're right. They were sitting next to the Sisters during the meal, weren't they?"

"Yes, and when they came to take Alex to give me a break, I didn't get anything from them so..." she shrugged her shoulders, "if Ruby were here, she would push the issue...but look at Emma...look at Killian...they finally have it all."

"I know Robin is really happy for his friend," Regina smiled, "he really missed Killian this summer."

Both fell silent for several moments, lost in their own thoughts about what Emma, Killian and Robin had gone through and how they had all come through stronger.

"Be happy for them-" Ashley started.

"-let go of any negative feelings," Regina finished just as Roland came running up to them.

"Dance, 'gina?" Roland dimpled.

"Excuse me, Ashley," Regina winked, "it seems my services are required."

"Have fun," Ashley called as they disappeared onto the dance floor.

~~~CS~~~

Killian had been waiting for an opportunity to say a few words to Mary Margaret, and with Emma dancing with Henry, he took the opportunity to ask her to dance. "I'm not holding you too tightly, am I?" he asked in deference to her pregnant girth where he had left quite a bit of space between their bodies, making dancing feel bit awkward.

She smiled and her eyes twinkled as if she had expected the question. "You're fine, Killian. In fact," she took a small step forward, causing her pregnant belly to periodically brush against him as they danced, "this is fine and my arms don't feel like they're being stretched too far.

He laughed a little self-consciously and sighed, "Sorry about that. It's all new to me."

She laughed. "You'll learn when Emma's pregnant that we're pretty strong."

He glanced over her shoulder as Emma and Henry danced by, and whispered, "She's the strongest person, I know. I...We're all very grateful that you were there for her this summer. She must have felt so alone." His voice trailed off as that ever-present lump reappeared whenever he thought about what she must have gone through.

"Killian," Mary Margaret interrupted his thoughts, "I think that the fact that you, Emma and all your family and friends have come together to celebrate your wedding says something about the strength and resiliency of you two...and people in general." Her voice was empathetic but what she was saying held a lot of truth and then she continued, "Today is a time for a new beginning...grab hold of that with both hands and enjoy everything life has to offer." Then as if the conversation was getting too deep for certain people, he felt a very decided kick from her unborn child.

"Oh, was that...?" He was in awe at how...real it had felt...how strong.

She laughed lightly. "That was," she confirmed. "Strong, isn't she?"

He shook his head. "Bloody amazing," then realized how that might have sounded, added, "I'm sorry if that sounded rude."

"Don't worry about it," she assured him hurriedly. "Why don't you tell me why your clothes look as if you stepped from the pages of a fairytale?"

~~~CS~~~

As the afternoon turned to evening and all of the usual wedding traditions had passed, Emma felt a need for a little air and slipped out onto the balcony. Since the Castle Lodge was built on a cliff high above the Atlantic Ocean, surrounded by large trees, the balcony offered an amazing view and finding a semi-secluded seating area, she sank into a large wicker chair. From this vantage point, the wind blew just enough to stir the still air and bring the rhythmic sound of the waves far below to her ear. With the world at her feet, it didn't take long before her mind had relaxed, bringing with it inner peace and a sense of how right her world really was.

She hadn't been sitting there very long before she heard the steady tap tap of heels headed her way. Emma let out a sigh, before peeking around to see who had searched her out, and was pleasantly surprised when it was Mary Margaret. "Were you looking for me?" she asked, almost hesitantly, as if there was another wedding requirement that they were going to rush her into, even if she needed a little break.

Mary Margaret gave her a look as if she knew exactly what had been running through her mind. "Looking for you, yes...but just so we could talk...not for any other reason." Her direct gaze landed on Emma's face as if she were reading her mind. "Care if I sit down?"

Emma felt a huge smile cross her face. "Please."

She watched the doctor settle on a chair, put her feet up on an ottoman, cross her hands over her stomach and sigh, "This is heaven."

"I know what you mean," Emma agreed. "It's so peaceful here."

Conversation turned to the beauty of the scenery of both Sonata Cliff and Castle Lodge and how different the weather was in Seattle. The longer they spoke the more Emma found herself taking a deep breath...and relaxing.

"Were you feeling a bit overwhelmed in there?" Mary Margaret asked quietly. The surprise she felt by the question must have been evident on her face as her friend's smile grew. "No. I can't read your mind...experience, remember?" She didn't say anything for a few minutes, and then gave Emma the opening that she hadn't realized she needed. "I've seen it all, Emma. I'm here if you want to talk."

Emma sent her a gentle smile, "I've missed our talks," she admitted quietly.

As if sensing something that even Emma couldn't put her finger on, Mary Margaret reached and squeezed Emma's fingers. "It's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed, Emma. After all, it's only been a week since your memory was returned."

Emma shook her head. "I know...but it makes no sense that I should feel this way."

"Let me see if I can help this make sense," Mary Margaret began in that soothing psychologist's voice. "Let's say you were kept in a dark space for three months...and then were suddenly exposed to bright lights. What would happen?"

Emma grinned, "Oh, that's easy. I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes opened for very long."

"Exactly," Mary Margaret praised her. "How about if you were kept in a sound proof room for three months and then suddenly exposed to noise. But not just any noise...loud noise...like a locomotive or a jack hammer. What would happen?"

"My ears wouldn't be able to handle it for very long," Emma answered.

"That's kind of what's going on with your brain," the doctor tried to explain. "Your brain isn't used to so much stimulation all at once and it reaches a point where it needs a break to regroup."

"How long until I no longer need that?"

Mary Margaret shook her head. "Everyone is different...but give yourself a break. Take naps...but above all talk to Killian...he will understand."

Would he? Emma wondered, but then immediately answered her own question as yes, he would. He would worry but he would understand. "Thank you. I'll try."

"And Emma," she was told, "if you need me...I'm just a phone call away."

Emma's smile was genuine. "But I'm no longer your patient."

"True," Mary Margaret inclined her head, "but I'm your friend and that's infinitely better...so, if you need me, promise you'll call."

"I like knowing that," Emma confessed. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Emma. Now," she dimpled, are you ready to go in before your husband comes looking for you?"

Emma rolled her eyes and smiled, "I'm ready."

As they walked back toward the double doors, Mary Margaret linked her arms through Emma's. "So, I was wondering about some of those pictures you drew..."

Emma cut her eyes to sideways, wondering which pictures exactly she was talking about. "Which...?"

Mary Margaret's face turned red. "Oh no, not those," she laughed, "I'm talking about your other drawings. Who's Ella...Red?"

Emma laughed, "Oh, those." And then she went on to talk about her friends Ashley and Ruby and that conversation led to talk about the other picture she had drawn with the three fairies. "See," she pointed to Sisters' Blue, Green and Astrid, "that would be the-"

"Blue, Green and Pink fairies," Mary Margaret finished her sentence. And then she sent Emma a puzzled look. "How does one get from being a...well, a Sister...to dressing like a fairy?"

Emma laughed, "Oh, that's a good story. When Ruby, Ashley and I were around ten or eleven..." By the time they found David and Killian deep in conversation, they both had tears running down their faces, they were laughing so hard.

~~~CS~~~

Killian left Emma talking to Ashley and went looking for Robin, finding him on the periphery of the dance floor watching Regina and Roland dancing. "Looks like you lost your girl," he teased.

Robin grinned, "Good thing it's only to a pint size male or I might have to beat him up."

"Agree. Emma wouldn't like a fight breaking out at our wedding." The laughter died in his voice, "Seriously, though, Robin. Thank you for inviting the guys...singing with me...hell, for saving me from myself when we were traveling around England. I would never be where I am now, without..." He choked up, unable to continue.

Robin put his arm around him as they continued to watch Regina and Roland. "You would have done the same for me...and besides...you helped me find my own happy ending." He sent Killian a grin reminding him of everything they had been through since meeting when they were eighteen-years-old. Some good times…some bad…but all important as they became the men they were today.

A waiter walked by with champagne glasses on a tray and Killian snagged a couple. "To friendship." He tapped Robin's glass.

"To happy ever afters," Robin responded.

~~~CS~~~

Emma and Killian were talking to Liam and Elsa, when I'll Never Say Goodbye came on, and thinking Killian would ask her to dance, was surprised when Liam asked first. Killian pulled her back snug against him and playfully teased his brother, "This is my woman, Liam. Dance with your own woman." He looked pointedly at Elsa.

Liam had turned bright red but he had still managed to toss back, "I'll just borrow her for a bit, then," and led her onto the dance floor.

~~~CS~~~

Killian watched his wife...his wife, he thought again, and his brother walk onto the dance floor, and couldn't help the little thrill of exhilaration that ran through his system. This was exactly what he had always wanted, and it was perfect.

"Care to dance?" He and Elsa moved to the dance floor and as they danced, just listening to the words of the song, he realized they still had a powerful impact on him.

Being around Liam, yesterday...and today...Killian couldn't believe it was the same man that had shown up at his apartment a mere ten days ago...much less the man he was last May. So much change and much of it due to Elsa. "You and my brother...are good together," he said quietly. "It's nice to see him so happy." They danced by Emma and his brother and the way Elsa's eyes lingered on Liam made him smile. Did Liam know how she felt?

"Liam makes me happy," Elsa murmured, almost as if she hadn't realized she said it out loud.

Killian knew if Elsa would have said that to Emma, she would have come up with twenty questions...but he would save that for his wife. His job would be to tease his brother and help him along...if necessary.

~~~CS~~~

Liam smiled and took Emma in his arms. "You don't mind dancing with me...do you?" he asked, almost hesitantly once they were moving.

"No," she smiled at him, "I wanted to thank you for getting Mary Margaret and David here."

He looked across the room to where Mary Margaret and David were in conversation with Ashley and Sean, and said quietly, "Your Doctor Blanchard is a special person. I felt she deserved to be here...almost more than anyone else."

"She is," Emma agreed, "and thank you, again."

They danced in silence for a few moments, the music just as beautiful as she remembered. Liam tilted his head as if he were listening to the words. "Speaking of the good doctor, I understand this was a song you remembered. Killian told you that it was a favorite of our parents, right?"

"He did," Emma nodded her head. "He told me you two would catch them dancing all the time."

"Aye." Liam sighed, "when mum and dad were dancing it was as if they were the only two people around. They had a special relationship." He was quiet for so long, Emma almost filled in the silence but then he whispered, "Much like you and Killian."

Emma blinked rapidly, trying to stem the flow of tears, and while she wasn't entirely successful, only a couple trickled down her cheeks. "Thank you, Liam," she said quietly. "That means a lot."

He gave her a lopsided smile as the song was finishing and she couldn't help but tease, "Perhaps your relationship with Elsa will someday..."

She grinned at his quick intake of air, but then his eyes searched the dance floor for one of her very best friends, and in them she saw hope...and his heart. "Perhaps," he agreed softly.

He walked her back to where Killian was standing with Elsa and kissed the back of her hand. "Mum would have loved you. Thank you for the dance."

His eyes glittered when he lifted his head and to her surprise, as soon as he let go of her hand and looked over at Killian, her new husband hugged him. She was so overcome with emotion she had to look away. Catching a glimpse of Mary Margaret's smile, she couldn't help but think that Liam was right and that the doctor had been a huge part of ensuring that Killian and she got their happy ending.

~~~CS~~~

Mary Margaret had watched Emma, Killian, Henry, Liam and the blonde woman surreptitiously all evening and she had a really good feeling deep inside. It was obvious to anyone who cared to notice that Emma and Killian shared a love that knew no bounds, and that what they had would continue to grow.

And Liam...the eldest Jones brother who had come to her a broken man had healed...and his healing was helping the family become whole. She remembered telling Liam in Seattle that he deserved love. It had been a pleasant surprise discovering he had listened and found a woman who seemed to be just as enamored with him as he was with her.

Then there was Henry...a precocious little boy who had come into all of their lives by chance, but who somehow had been able to weave his way into the family...almost seamlessly. He brought out a different side in each of the adults and their interactions with him were unique...and varied.

"It appears my work here is truly done," she whispered, watching everyone line up to see the newlyweds off.

"You did good, honey." David put his arm around her, holding her close. "Want to go blow some bubbles?"

She hadn't wanted to say anything, but her back had been hurting all day. "I think I'll sit here and watch the happy couple leave." She smiled up at him before catching Emma's eye, sending her a little wave. "What a special day."

~~~CS~~~

As Killian grabbed her hand, pulling her through the bubble shower, Emma saw Elsa standing next to Liam and couldn't resist tossing her bouquet directly into her arms. When a contemplative look crossed Liam's face, it gave her hope that the relationship was further along than she had originally thought, as it was Liam's turn to get his happy ending. Mary Margaret's smile and little wave were the last things she saw before Killian lifted her onto the carriage, and then her new husband's lips kept her busy for quite some time.

The Cabin
Portland, Maine
Saturday Evening

The day had been long, but it had been perfect. All their family and friends had been there to celebrate with them and while he had enjoyed every moment, he was ready to have Emma to himself. "Tired, love?" He stretched his arm along the back of the seat as they rode to the cabin in the horse-drawn carriage.

"Yes, a little." She angled her body slightly into him. "But it was a good day."

"The best," he agreed, trailing his finger down her petal-soft cheek, to cup her neck, bringing her closer for another kiss. "But the best is yet to come," he nuzzled her nose, then couldn't help but kiss her again.

"Oh?" Her grin was all temptress, drawing him in, again and again. "You have plans for us?"

His chuckle came out sounding dark, even to his own ears, "I do."

"And these plans," her voice was teasing, "you think I'll like them?"

"Well, my love," he whispered as they stopped in front of their cabin, "if you don't I must be doing something wrong."

The wind carried away her laughter as he jumped down and held his hand out to her. With a nod to the driver, they started toward the door, but once they reached the steps, he lifted her into his arms. "Happy honeymoon, wife."

~~~CS~~~

Emma had felt like a princess all day but when Killian lifted her and carried her over the threshold...she felt like a wife. He let go of her legs and as she slowly slid down his body, she got a good look at her surroundings. "Killian," she exclaimed in awe, stepping out of his arms, to walk around. Everywhere she looked, there were candles. Dozens and dozens of candles...their flickering flames casting shadows on the walls...on her...and on Killian. "Who...?" Turning in a circle, Emma couldn't imagine how much time this had taken.

Killian took her hand, drawing her closer to him, taking her around the room, letting her see...for not only were there candles everywhere...but rose petals. "Katherine helped by asking a few of the hotel employees that she trusted. Do you like it?"

"What's not to like?" Emma turned in a circle. "Wait, are these the petals to the roses that decorated the cliff?"

He shook his head, almost shyly, which was interesting as she hadn't seen that side of him in a while. "Aye. They are." His answer was soft...hesitant...but there was such hope there that if her heart hadn't already been a puddle over him, it certainly would be now.

"One thing, though," she looked around, noticing an odd pattern to the placement of the rose petals, "why are there," she shrugged, "clumps of rose petals in front of the fireplace, on the sofa, on the table, and I'm assuming in our bedroom?"

"Well," the way he was looking at her made her heart race, her knees so weak that she had to hold on to him to keep from just falling at his feet, "those piles," he pulled her close, his desire evident, "are all the places we're going to make love."

"All these piles?" She looked around incredulously. "You must have a lot of faith in your ability to recover."

A laugh burst forth before he could stop it. "You let me worry about that."

Emma didn't care if they made love one time or a dozen, her husband made each time special, and as their lips met and her heart raced, the magic that surrounded them every time they touched came alive.

Mass General
Boston, MA
Sunday, September 4, 2016

Mary Margaret Blanchard had never expected to take a trip during the last month of her pregnancy...but when Liam Jones had called, she couldn't find it in herself to say no. And she certainly hadn't expected to give birth in a hospital clear across the country from everything and everyone that was familiar...that wasn't how it was done.

But now that it had happened, she wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world, because she had learned something that in the long run would most likely make her a better therapist, and she had been a part of a magical weekend for a special couple.

"How're you feeling, honey?" David asked as he walked back into the hospital room after following the baby to the nursery to be cleaned and have a thorough check-up.

"Tired. Happy." She smiled as he bent to kiss her. "When will we get to see her again?"

"If I tell you I don't know…"

"David," she practically growled at him.

He laughed. "Sorry, I should know better than to come between a momma bear and her cub...after all I couldn't convince you to not come east for the wedding, could I?"

Mary Margaret winced a little, as he had been against her flying all this way, but when Liam had offered a private jet and told her there would be an obstetrician at the wedding, she had convinced him that it would be perfectly safe for her to go. And she had been perfectly safe...and had enjoyed herself...and now she had a brand-new baby. "You've been married to me a long time, David Nolan. You should know that by now."

He shook his head at her, sending her a tender smile. "I do know that and wouldn't change a thing about you. Now," he kissed her on the forehead, "are you ready to meet our daughter?"

She rolled her eyes. "Do you even need to ask?"

His smile melted her heart, he looked so happy. "No. I'll be right back."

While he was gone, Mary Margaret thought about the name choices for their little girl and wondered which one would fit...which one would feel right...and if when she got older, she would like it. When David pushed the bassinet into the hospital room, and all she could see was a little pink hat, she couldn't help it, and the tears overflowed.

David pushed the baby as close to the bed as possible, frowning a little when he noticed her tears. "Are you okay? Do I need to get the nurse?"

She dashed the offending things away. "I'm fine. Hormones. Hurry," she reached out and ran her finger along a downy soft cheek, "let me see her."

David picked up the infant and gently put the babe in her arms. "Meet your momma, baby girl."

Mary Margaret couldn't believe the all-consuming love she felt holding her daughter close, something she had never experienced before...and something she hadn't known would be quite so overwhelming. The infant was small, since she was born at thirty-six weeks, but her eyes were wide open, and she was looking up at her momma as if she were trying to figure out a puzzle.

Laying her on the bed between her legs, Mary Margaret unwrapped the blanket, admiring the baby's long fingers and watching those fingers curl around one of her own. Folding the blanket back even more, she revealed dainty feet and, unable to resist, Mary Margaret stretched out a little leg and ran her finger firmly up the center of the baby's foot. "Look, David," she whispered in awe, "a perfect Babinski reflex."

"She's perfect," David said, stroking the infant's cheek, watching her sucking response as she looked for food.

Suddenly, Mary Margaret knew what the baby was to be called, "Emma," she stated decisively.

But David misunderstood. "Emma's here?" He looked over his shoulder as if he expected her to be standing in the doorway.

"No, David. The baby...her name is Emma."

David studied her for several moments before he said anything. "You're sure?" was his simple question.

"Positive," she answered him with conviction, "it's perfect for so many reasons."

~~~CS~~~

Emma and Killian had been on their way to Boston when Liam sent the text that Mary Margaret had been admitted to Mass General and was in labor. They made relatively good time, and by the time they arrived at the hospital Emma was anxious for some news. They took the elevator to the Labor & Delivery floor, and when they stepped off, the sense of deja vu was so strong that Emma grabbed Killian's arm to steady herself. "Whoa, I didn't realize the memories would be so overwhelming." She looked up at him curious if he was affected just as she was.

Killian's grin was pure sex "Very overwhelming," Killian pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "Think the broom closet is available?"

Her answer was swallowed when Liam and Elsa walked out of the waiting room. "Oh, good, you're here." Elsa hugged her. "How was the drive?"

"Good, thanks. How's Mary Margaret?" she asked, anxious for an update.

Liam grinned, "Mum and baby are doing fine. David stopped by a few minutes ago and was on his way to get the infant from the nursery.

"That's so good to hear. I wonder if she would mind visitors? But," Emma realized that since Mary Margaret was so far away from home, she would have nothing for her...nor for the baby, "we need to go shopping for them."

Elsa quickly agreed, but then told her that Ashley was pulling a few of Alex's newborn things to pass on, but that she was going to run and buy an infant seat.

"That sounds good and I'll let you know if Mary Margaret needs anything." After telling Killian she would be back shortly, she kissed him quickly and went searching.

It didn't take her long to find the room, and standing in the door watching the new family, she was almost hesitant to interrupt. But when David glanced her way, she knocked lightly on the door. "Care for some company?"

"Emma," Mart Margaret beamed from the bed, "come meet our little girl."

"How are you feeling? I was worried when I heard the news."

David stood up, and after squeezing Mary Margaret's shoulder, he kissed her on the cheek and said he was going to take care of a few things.

Mary Margaret watched him leave before answering, "I'm wonderful. Would you like to hold her?"

Emma studied Mary Margaret's face and, unable to discern any reasons to be concerned, allowed herself to relax and admire the infant. "She's beautiful, but wasn't she born a little early? Are you sure she's okay?"

Mary Margaret smiled. "She was born early, but everything is fine. She's breathing on her own and she wasn't even jaundiced, which is often a worry with early babies."

The baby was held out to her, and as Emma took her in her arms she was amazed at how something so tiny could be so perfect. From her tiny pink lips, little button nose and delicate eyelids outlined with dark blonde lashes. "I remember you told me you weren't naming her until you met her. What did you decide?"

Mary Margaret met her gaze. "Emma," she said softly.

"Emma?"

"She's strong, yet delicate. She's curious one minute, but content the next. She came into the world in a place where I knew no one...my planned support system is out West. I saw what you went through this summer and I saw what you had become yesterday. I would be proud if my daughter grew up to be just like you." When she finished speaking both women had tears running down their faces and were reaching for tissues.

"I'm honored," was all Emma could think of to say.

They talked for a while longer until the nurse arrived to check on both baby and mom. Emma hugged Mary Margaret goodbye and promised they would stop by tomorrow before they flew home.

On her way back to the waiting room, she passed by the broom closet and wondered...

NID Offices
New York, NY
Thursday, October 2016

With her mother and Nemo picking Roland up from preschool, Regina had nothing to do but go home early and make a romantic dinner for her handsome husband. But as luck would have it, when she stopped by the store to pick up a few items she ran into Meg, one of the women she had worked with at her previous job. In the course of catching up, Meg had announced she'd recently had a baby and wanted to know when she and Robin would have one, and the question had so stunned her that she hadn't even mentioned they did have a child, Roland.

But after they parted ways, Regina hadn't been able to get the question out of her mind, as it wasn't something that she and Robin had discussed. Both in their thirties, they were still young, but there was Roland and she never wanted him to worry that they were replacing him...or didn't think he was enough. And how did she know if she was ready to throw her pills out and start trying, as she had no friends who she was close enough with to ask...except Ashley. Would she have any insight, she wondered as her phone rang with the tone indicating her husband was back in New York.

Robin: Just landed but need to run by the office for a few hours to complete a report. Should be home by 8:00.

A quick check of the time showed her she had several hours before she would see him again, but she found she couldn't wait. Making a mental note to speak with Ashley when she saw her at Thanksgiving, Regina quickly changed into more comfortable clothing and made plans to take a romantic meal to the office. Maybe she could persuade him to hurry a little faster.

~~~CS~~~

Robin was tired. In the last thirty plus hours he had been in three states and four cities and he missed his family. He hadn't seen Regina since he kissed her goodbye in the still-dark hours yesterday morning. And the moppet, he hadn't seen Roland since they tucked him Tuesday evening. He was quickly learning the meaning behind the saying Time and tide wait for no man, as it seemed just yesterday that he had gotten out of the hospital, and here it was October and the holidays were upon them. "Crazy," he mumbled stepping off the elevator onto his office floor.

Stopping by his assistant Quinn's desk, he picked up his mail before entering his office, dropping his suitcase on the floor and tossing his tie in the corner. A quick perusal of the mail showed nothing important and wanting to get home as quickly as possible, he unpacked his laptop, buzzed Quinn for a cup of coffee and started in on his reports. Several hours later, he was adding his electronic signature and sending the report off to Liam, almost ready to leave.

Robin quickly repacked his laptop and when he reached across his desk for his cell phone, his arm caught the handle of his cup, causing it to tip over into his lap. "Good thing you weren't hot," he muttered, looking around for something to wipe up the desk. A wad of tissues helped...a little...but with no other choice, he took off his dress shirt and finished cleaning up the spill before heading into his tiny washroom to change.

~~~CS~~~

When Regina arrived at the NID offices, most of the windows were dark save for a few, and worried that she missed him, she hurried up the stairs, her basket with their dinner safe in her arms. Robin's floor was quiet, the only light coming from his open doorway, but when she arrived, expecting him to be sitting at his desk, she found it empty.

Her shoulders dropped with disappointment that she had come all this way, only for him to be gone, until she heard him whistling and realized where he was. She quickly cleaned off the table in front of his sofa, tossed a simple white cloth over it and laid out all their favorite Chinese dishes, finishing just as he opened the door.

"Regina," his smile grew, "this is a happy surprise. I was just getting ready to leave."

"Maybe we can eat before we go?" she suggested, handing him a glass of wine before lowering herself to the floor.

"That sounds lovely. And Roland?" he asked as he set his glass on the table and sat down next to her.

"Mother and Nemo have him," she told him as his arm came around her and his lips sent her heart racing by leaving lighter than air kisses along her jaw and across her cheek before finally settling on her lips.

As her brain power diminished, Regina's thoughts were that she couldn't imagine ever growing tired of his kisses. They made her feel cherished, desired and loved, and winding her arms around his neck, she let him take and take, until he sat back, his breath coming hard and quick.

"If we were home, you wouldn't have any clothes on," his gruff voice sent chills along her skin, making her wish they were there.

"Well," she ran a finger down his chest, "Roland is spending the night with Grandma Cora so..." Her fingers fisted in his shirt, dragging him back for another open-mouth, sloppy, but very hot kiss.

"Well then," his dimples popped, "let's hurry and eat. Seems I have some ravishing to take care of when we get home."

~~~CS~~~

Robin had been pleasantly surprised to find his wife waiting for him after he changed, and her kisses were just as sweet as he had remembered. Several times while they were eating, she licked her lips or tilted her head just so, and they had gotten side-tracked so much so that when he checked the clock, it was long after 8:00.

He had found a spot on her neck that, when he rubbed his scruff against it, caused her whole body to shiver, and he was anxious to uncover more spots like that. Making quick work of the clean-up, they repacked the basket and, with his arm around her, made their way down the dark hall to the elevator.

Once inside, he stole a few kisses as the elevator glided swiftly down to the bottom floor without stopping in between. "I think that must be a first." His comment sounded loud even though it had been said softly.

They stepped off the elevator, encountering Liam as he reached the bottom of the grand staircase that led to the administrative offices, his shock at running into them evident on his face. "What are you two still doing here?" his asked with concern. "Everything alright?"

"Everything's fine, Liam," Robin was quick to assure him, "I just haven't seen my lovely wife much this week and she brought me dinner."

A frown flitted across Liam's face, gone so quickly that Robin wondered if he had imagined it. "You both traveled this week?"

Robin glanced at Regina. "Yes, Regina was gone Monday and Tuesday and then I-"

"-You left yesterday and just got back today. Does this happen often, both of you gone like that?"

"In the last month, probably three of the weeks, why?"

Liam was good at keeping his thoughts to himself most of the time, but something about Robin and Regina traveling so much was disturbing to him, which was an interesting development. "Why don't you both come to my office tomorrow around 3:00. Will that work?" Liam's question interrupted Robin's thoughts.

He was just getting ready to answer in the affirmative when Regina put her hand on his arm. "Can we make it a little earlier, by any chance? We usually pick Roland up from school around that time."

Liam nodded his head. "I'll make it work," he promised. "Have a good night. See you around 2:00?"

They agreed and watched as Liam left the building. "What do you think that's all about?" Regina asked as they walked toward the door.

"Mmm, not sure," he answered, "but let's think about it tomorrow. I have some important things to take care of when I get home." He winked as she passed through the door.

"Things?" she asked in that prissy voice that turned him on.

His hand caressed the curve of her hip. "Yes, my wife, things."

Her lighthearted giggle made him smile and when she took his hand, encouraging him to her, because she had 'things' to take care of too, his smile turned into a full-fledged laugh. Blimey, he loved this woman.

NID Offices
New York, NY
Friday, October 2016

Liam pushed up from his desk and wandered absently over to stare out the window, the long shadows showing him it was later than he thought. But in the hour since Robin and Regina had left his office, he kept getting distracted...not by work...not by self-flagellation...but happiness...sheer unadulterated happiness.

Him! He was happy...very, very happy. His brother was back in his life and he had been welcomed with open arms into his family with Emma and Henry. And the woman that had quickly become the most important person in his life, Elsa, was his girlfriend. Such a juvenile title, he thought, but no other name fit.

Elsa was his friend, but that word seemed so small compared to everything she meant to him...everything she had done for him...did for him. And since Killian's wedding, when he had finally admitted to her that he was falling hard and fast, they had been dating...exclusively. Just dating.

They weren't lovers.

They weren't friends...with benefits. However, even though there had been a few times when their kissing sessions had gone beyond just kissing and the heat that surrounded them almost blew the top of his head off...they had stopped. Hell, who was he kidding...he had stopped. The question was why?

Amends had been made for his behavior.

She was amenable to taking their relationship to the next level.

He had given her his heart...most of it anyway. There was a small piece he still held...keeping it safe, but the more he was with her, the more of that piece belonged to her...no longer to him. So why had he stopped? Because he knew that the first time their bodies were connected, there would no longer be a choice...his heart would be hers...completely.

Did he trust her enough?

Or the better question was, did he trust them enough?

"Liam?" Her soft voice calling his name had the same effect as it had the first time she used it. His mouth dried, his heart raced and his breath stuttered, almost rendering him lightheaded.

"Elsa." He turned from the window and there she was, all golden hair, shining blue eyes and soft pink lips and he needed a taste...he needed her.

Without conscious thought his feet took him across the room and she was in his arms, their lips connected in a kiss...so deep...so heart-poundingly thrilling that he didn't want to stop. He wanted to lock the door, dim the lights and see where it went, but was that because he was ready to take that last step? Or was it because he knew it wouldn't happen, here...in his office?

He released her lips, taking a few minutes to breathe her in...settle, before smiling and taking a step back, realizing for the first time that she was holding a letter, now all crumpled. "Sorry about that," he murmured shyly, pointing to the messy paper.

As if only then remembering that she was holding it in her hand, she looked down blankly before a smile quickly bloomed on her face. "Oh! I forgot! Look, I passed the bar! I'm a real lawyer!" Then she threw herself into his arms.

Liam caught her, spinning her around several times. "Congratulations! But I never doubted that you would pass."

"Really?" She licked her lips, and then laughed, "Me either." Then, as if she realized what she'd said, covered her mouth. "Or does that sound too braggy?"

Pulling her torso flush with his, Liam kissed her again, but this time made a point of keeping control of the kiss. "We should celebrate."

"Tonight?" she asked hesitantly...but hopeful, he thought.

"Well," his eyes zeroed in again on her lips, "it is Friday."

"It is."

"And I've nothing this weekend. Do you?"

Her arms slid over his shoulders to wind around his neck, "Nothing. What do you have in mind?"

What did he have in mind? Lots and lots of thoughts...carnal thoughts about how they could spend the weekend flew through his brain. His body had hardened the minute he had taken her in his arms and kissed her, but his head was creating images that spiked his need, rendering him full-fledged ready...for her. Her breath hitched and taking a deep breath, he tried to sound normal, "Dinner," he kissed her gently, "and a little dancing," he kissed her again, "would that be alright?"

"Perfect. Pick me up at seven?"

Her breath blew across his lips, and with his control almost shattered, he stepped back, squeezing her hand. "I'll see you then."

Liam watched her leave, thinking that if he ended up going to bed alone tonight he was a bigger fool than he thought.

~~~CS~~~

Elsa kept telling herself she wasn't nervous, but then she had changed her clothes at least six times before opting for a simple black dress. Once she had finally decided on a dress, she couldn't settle on which pair of shoes worked best, and only the fact that she was running out of time prevented her from starting the process over again. Hair up or down, a lot of make-up or a little, new perfume or usual; tasks she performed every day, most of the time without bothering to ask questions...today though...they wouldn't let up.

Of course, once she was dressed and early, strangely enough, her thoughts drifted back to when she had first arrived at the office. Liam had been staring out the window, deep in thought, but this time his thoughts had been happy, as he had been smiling. Something had been different, though, when he touched her. His hold...the look in his eyes...and the response of his body, it was tighter...hotter...harder. Could it mean he was ready to take the leap? She hoped so. She was ready...but Liam...he was scared. Of what, she wasn't sure, but if he took the leap...she would be there to catch him.

When the knock at the door came she wanted to run to answer it, but decided walking made more sense when one was wearing heels. When she opened the door, the look in his blue eyes took her breath away and his aftershave caused her mouth to water, and unable to stop herself, she stepped close, taking a deep whiff. "You smell really good." She grinned at the surprised look on his face. "New cologne?"

His cheeks pinked, and he ducked his head shyly, "Too much?"

"Unh uh," she shook her head, "just right. Come in while I grab my coat."

"Henry helped me pick it out the other day," he told her, following her into her apartment.

"Oh he did, did he?" She handed him her coat while he held it, and turned, slipping it on.

The musky sent surrounded her and she really wanted to turn around and bury her nose in the soft skin just below his earlobe, but as if sensing her intentions, he held her shoulders still, whispering into her ear, "He told me you would like it."

His hot breath sent a shiver down her spine and her lady parts were shouting at her to forgo dinner and feast on the man, but before she had time to say much, he had hustled her out the door. "Liam?" But what to say after that she wasn't sure, as asking why he didn't ravish her right there sounded off.

He didn't say anything until they were alone in the elevator and he backed her against the wall, his lips hovering above hers. "Patience, Sweet Elsa," he murmured, "I'm getting there." Then the elevator doors opened or she would have been tempted to grab his jacket lapels and close the gap between their mouths.

~~~CS~~~

From the time she opened her door, Liam knew that he had been sending her mixed signals, and bloody hell, he wanted to toss her over his shoulder and shut the world out for the weekend, but... And that was the crux of his situation...could he jump? And if he did...was she ready to catch him?

Their conversation in the cab was easy, as it wound its way through the tangled traffic that was Manhattan. They pulled up in front of Rockefeller Square and her eyes grew large as they stepped out onto the curb.

"Are we going to...?" She pointed to the top of the building in front of them, the muted lights from the windows barely distinguishable in the night sky.

"Aye." He tucked her arm through his, leading her onto the elevator. "I thought since we were celebrating your passing of the bar, you deserved someplace special...someplace we've not been to before.

"But Liam," Elsa sent him a quick glance as she watched the floor lights counting up before stopping on the 65th floor, "I've heard the Crown Jewel is quite...well...expensive."

The doors slid open as they stepped out, the city of Manhattan bowed at their feet. The lighting inside the room was muted, candles on the tables providing an atmosphere of romance, and the large windows allowed a view of the city lights below. Else's wide-eyed gaze drew him in, as she had grown up surrounded by wealth and the finer things life could offer, yet she was like a child, seeing a castle for the first time or being granted a wish they thought they might never receive.

"It's beautiful," she whispered as they followed the hostess to a table.

Liam pulled out her chair and whispered, "So are you," into her ear, feeling her body tremble as a shiver worked through her.

Once seated, they listened to the specials, and within minutes their meals were ordered and a bottle of champagne was placed close to the table. Liam lifted his champagne flute in her direction. "Congratulations, sweet Elsa. That's quite the accomplishment."

She ducked her head, seemingly embarrassed by his lavish praise, and he fell a little more under her spell. Capitvated...completely gobsmacked...that's how he felt when he was with her.

"So tell me," she took another sip and set the crystal down, "what did you do for Regina and Robin?"

His brows went up in surprise, "How did you know about that?"

"I have my ways." She leaned forward, causing the neckline of her dress to gap, giving him a view of her décolletage that had his mouth watering, his hands itching to touch and his pants fitting tighter than when they had arrived.

Tearing his eyes from her lovely body, he looked up into her eyes, twinkling with devilment, knowing exactly what she was doing. "Careful, sweetheart, you're playing with fire there," his voice was low and dark.

"Promise?" she asked breathlessly.

Liam looked down, noticing his hand had gripped the cloth napkin so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Was he going to make it through this dinner without doing or saying something he might regret? Maybe, but only if he kept his mind and the conversation someplace safe. "You want to know about Robin and Regina?"

"I do."

~~~CS~~~

Elsa watched his face as he told her how he had learned that Robin and Regina were traveling so much that they barely got to spend time with Roland. Deciding that wasn't the reputation he wanted NID to have, he had asked them to be in charge of the project in Westchester County, where the new NID headquarters would someday be located. "It keeps them both home with their family, which the older I get the more important that seems."

"That's sweet of you, Liam. Is that something you want...a family?"

His face turned red at her compliment, but when he didn't say anything about wanting a family right away, and she wondered...had she misread the signals? Were they not moving in the same direction?

Finally, he reached for her hand, gently playing with her fingers as he spoke about what had happened with his first wife. Had he reached for her hand because he just wanted to touch her...or did she touch him on a different level, just...as he did her?

"After that debacle, I put the dream of falling in love...getting married...having a family, behind me." His blue eyes staring deeply into hers mesmerized her...weaving her so tightly in their web, that she forgot to breathe, and when he continued speaking, the husky timbre of his voice melted her panties right there. "Until you. Somehow, you touched a space deep within that was cold...and barren. You brought me back to life and my dreams of the future include you. Elsa, I-"

"-Alright folks, who had the shrimp?"

Elsa wanted to scream, and when she looked at Liam, he looked shell-shocked, but she wasn't sure why that would be. Was it he was annoyed that he didn't get to finish or was it that he was terrified of what he was feeling?

After the heaviness of the last two conversational exchanges, by mutual agreement they kept the rest of dinner discussions lighter and fairly neutral. Nothing too serious...nothing too heavy, allowing both to eat and enjoy the company without the added pressure of elephant in the room...their feelings for the other.

Once dinner was complete and the champagne bottle empty, Liam once again took her hand. "There's dancing upstairs," he said softly, his fingers hypnotically soothing back and forth on hers. "Can I hold you?"

The look on his face sucked the air from her body, rendering her tongue useless, her only means of communication at that moment a nod of her head. His smile and husky "good" revved up the heat down below so high she was squirming, tempted to look down to make sure smoke wasn't rising from under her skirt.

Holy moly, she thought, what he does to me. She took his hand and followed him up the spiral staircase thinking that she would follow him wherever he wanted her to go.

~~~CS~~~

Liam cursed his timing. Why was it that every time he felt ready to tell her what was in heart, there was an obstacle? First Sister Blue and tonight...the waiter. Was it a sign he should continue to fight to keep that tiny sliver of his heart to himself?

He led them to a small table, set far back from the speakers so they could hear each other without competing with the music. But sitting across from her, his attention to the conversation waned as her eyes sparkled and her lips begged for his attention. He didn't know what was different about tonight, but the web she sent out pulled at him...reeling him closer and closer. The need to touch her grew until, unable to deny himself any longer, he took her out onto the dance floor and her body melted into his.

She fit perfectly in his arms, all soft skin and warm woman, but having her there pushed at his willpower. As one song ended and he recognized the next, he wondered if fate had stepped in...placing that song squarely in front of him...forcing him to ask the question that haunted him.

The words to REO Speedwagon's Can't Fight This Feeling flowed over his skin, sneaking into his brain…forcing him to ask himself that all important question. Do you love her?

He looked down into her beautiful face, her eyes dreamy, her skin glowing and they moved slowly to...

I said there is no reason for my fear
Cause I feel so secure when we're together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear

She gave him hope...she gave him love, and even though the words had never been said, they were there, every time they were together. In her eyes...in her touch...in the little things she did. His heart rate spiked as he urged her hips closer to his hardness, ready to take that leap as the reasons he was afraid, didn't matter any longer.

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.

"I can't do it any longer," he whispered, his voice desperate.

"Do what, Liam?" He was scaring her, as all evening there had been a push and pull thing going on between them. Yes, she knew he was scared...but if he told her he couldn't take a chance...and walked away, she would be devastated.

"I can't keep this up. It's not fair...to me...mostly...to you." He still hadn't let her go, but she tensed, worried that he was going to say something she didn't want to hear.

"Just tell me, Liam. I will understand...I might not like it, but you know that I will understand." She wanted to let him know that she would still be his friend...if he needed her.

"I will understand" was an odd statement to make in preparation to someone professing their feelings...but then he realized that he had said...nothing.

The music slowed and Lionel Richie's Truly blared through the speakers, bringing forth words that he wanted to hear...but from her.

Girl, tell me only this
That I'll, have your heart for always
And you want me by your side
Whispering the words I'll always love you

"Downstairs I said to you that you were the person who made me think about the future, and then..." He twirled her around moving them away from the crush of all the people.

Don't stop, Elsa was chanting silently, as she listened to one of the most romantic songs she had ever heard in her life. "You were interrupted, which," she squinted her eyes, as if concentrating, "seems to happen a lot."

"It does," he agreed. "And before...I let it feed my insecurities, but no longer, Elsa."

One hand moved to cup her face and in his eyes she saw everything she wanted to see...and so much more. "What changed?" she asked so softly that it could barely be heard.

He shrugged a broad shoulder, "I can't fight the feeling any longer, and jumped?"

Then, just like from the epic romance novels, Elsa got to experience that lady parts dancing, panty- scorching situation of having words of love sung directly to her. His hot breath added to the goosebumps, and if she survived, it would be a miracle.

Liam kissed her gently and then tucked her against his chest and crooned in her ear,

"Because I'm truly
Truly in love with you girl
I'm head over heels with you love
I need you, and with your love I'm free
And truly, you know you're alright with me"

Elsa's breath hitched and tears sprang to her eyes. "You love me?" she asked, a little awe in her voice.

"I do," he whispered, his lips barely touching hers. "I love you, Elsa. I'm just sorry it took me so long to say it."

"Oh, Liam," her hands cupped his jaw, before sliding over his shoulders, back around his neck, "I love you too."

And then he kissed her and every hair follicle on her body stood up and cheered. He was sexy...and tender...and so special...and he was hers.

Once the words had run free, Liam wanted to slap himself several times for waiting so long, but now...he wanted the celebration to continue somewhere quiet...more private. "Shall we go?"

Elsa's knees buckled, and only the fact that he was holding on to her kept her from sliding to the floor in a boneless mass. Maybe, maybe...her parts were yelling, "Please."

The trip home was quick, and all the way up the elevator, Liam fought to keep his hands to himself...to not presume, but hell...who was he kidding? He wanted her...now.

As they neared his apartment door, Liam wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with all the pent up need and love that he had been holding back. Fumbling for the door, he unlocked it, manipulated them inside, and then his lips were back on hers. "I don't know if I can wait much longer," he confessed. "I've wanted you so long."

"Then don't wait," Elsa jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, bring forth idea after idea.

She felt the earth move as he carried her down the stairs to his bedroom, wrenching his lips away only long enough to ask, "You said you have no plans this weekend, right?"

She loosened her legs, sliding down his body till her feet touched the floor. "None, why?"

"You do now," he moaned against her mouth, the last words that were spoken for quite some time.

NID Office
New York, NY
Wednesday, November 2016

Killian was leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk, staring out the window instead of looking over the set of drawings Liam had given him. Half of his brain was thinking about the Thanksgiving holiday in Boston with all of their family and friends while the other half was trying to come up with a way to help Liam and Elsa. They had been almost inseparable since his wedding, and while Liam had brought about asking Elsa to marry him several times, for some reason, he still hadn't asked her yet.

While Killian understood his hesitation after everything he had gone through with Lily, not only was that a long time ago, but Elsa was no Lily and Liam was not the same man. With everything that had happened to him and Emma this past summer, they had learned that life and love were precious and that it was important to grab onto what you wanted with both hands and hold it tight. And with married life being everything he had expected, and more, he wanted that for Liam.

Pulling out his phone, he sent a quick text to someone who might have a few ideas.

Killian: Busy? If not I have a problem you might be able to help me with.

It wasn't long before the ping sounded signaling an answer.

Robin: Marriage problems already? What did you do to piss her off?

Killian: Wanker! The problem is Liam.

Robin: Liam's pissed you off?

Killian: Bloody hell, Robin. No. Liam is scared to propose to Elsa. He needs a push. Any ideas?

Robin: Well, hell, Killian. Why didn't you say so? I'll be right down.

Killian shook his head and tossed the phone onto the desk, hoping that Robin had an idea that was good. Getting this situation taken care of before they left on their trip would be a plus and it might earn him bonus points with his wife, which was never a bad thing.

"Okay, I'm here," Robin breezed in and sat down in an empty chair next to his desk. "What's Liam's problem?"

Killian explained that Liam had expressed a desire to ask Elsa to marry him but that something, namely fear, was preventing from taking the next step. "I want my brother to have what Emma and I have," he told Robin. "I keep telling him he's not getting any younger."

"Oh, I'm sure that goes over well," Robin laughed. "Maybe he's afraid Elsa will say no."

"I thought of that, "Killian agreed, "but then I heard her tell Emma, she'd marry him tomorrow if he asked."

"Perhaps," Robin sent Killian a sneaky smile, "he just needs to be in a place where he is surrounded by glitter, gold and diamonds."

"Broadway?" Killian quipped.

Robin rolled his eyes. "No, you idiot, Hidden Gems."

Killian thought about it and maybe Robin had a point, but the problem was getting Liam to the shop. "So how do we get him there?"

Robin gave him a disgusted look. "Must I come up with all the ideas? We kidnap him, of course."

"Lead the way, old wise one," Killian mocked as he followed Robin down the hall toward Liam's office.

~~~CS~~~

Liam couldn't keep his mind on the task at hand, as his thoughts kept replaying his morning with Elsa and how every time they were together, he wanted to kick himself for making them both wait. However, in the past six weeks since they had become lovers, they had certainly made up for lost time, and he couldn't be happier. He loved her...and by some miracle...she loved him.

That he wanted to marry her was a given, but something had been holding him back, and just like the blooming lunatic he was, he had spilled his fear to Killian. "What was I thinking?" he muttered, as he gave up trying to work and rolled up the plans to look at again next week.

You were thinking your brother would support you in your fear, his subconscious answered primly.

"True, but he didn't and now-"

-now, he's behaving like an interfering old meddler, and won't give it a rest, he finished thoughtfully. But is it working? Haven't your thoughts changed lately?

"Oh, shut up," he snapped, his voice coming out rather loudly in the quiet of the room.

"Hey, I didn't say anything, yet," Killian breezed in the room, Robin hot on his heels.

They were up to something, but exactly what it was, he wasn't sure. "Sorry, just talking to myself."

"You know," Killian sauntered closer, "talking to oneself is one of the signs of dementia."

"Or," Robin continued, "a sign that one might be working too hard."

Liam looked at Killian on his right and then at Robin, who happened to stop on his left "Just what are you two trying to say?"

"Come with us and you'll see," Killian told him, but before he could formulate a thought and tell them he had to get to an appointment, they each took an arm and escorted him out of the building.

"Killian, this is crazy," he tried to explain, "I've got to be somewhere before they close."

"Now, now, Liam," Robin hushed him, "we're doing this for your own good."

"Exactly," Killian agreed. "Everything we do is for your own good. You love Elsa and..."

"Strangely enough she loves you," Robin added.

"And we just want you to be as happy as we are," Killian finished.

A light clicked as to where they might be taking him, and instead of fighting, he relaxed and went along for the ride. It wasn't long before the cab pulled up in front of Hidden Gems and his thoughts were confirmed. "A jewelry store? This was your destination?" He pushed open the doors, entering the quiet elegance of the showroom.

"I don't see my pop," Robin told them, as there were a few customers looking in the glass cases, but the employees helping were females. "Let me go see if I can find him," was barely out of his mouth before Marco came around the corner from the direction of his workroom.

"Robin, my boy," he quickly made his way to their side, "I didn't know that you and Killian were coming with Liam today." His smile was large, his eyes twinkling with a secret.

Robin and Killian sent Liam a look, expecting an explanation, and while Liam thought about leaving them in the dark, they did need to get to the airport. "I told you I had an appointment to get to." He turned to Marco, "Is it ready?"

"It is," Marco signaled them to follow. "You made a very good choice."

He could hear Robin and Killian sputtering behind him, but as soon as Marco handed him the ring, the only thing inside his head was imagining Elsa saying yes when he asked her to be his wife.

The Cabin
Portland, Maine
August 2018

Killian finished changing almost one-year-old Brennan's diaper, disposed of the soiled one, and barely had time to pull down his son's little shirt before the squirming started. "You have someplace to be, little lad?" He tickled his tummy before finally letting Brennan scramble onto the floor. The little boy peeked over his shoulder and giggled, then took off on his little chubby legs, causing a lump to lodge in Killian's throat. How did he get so blessed? The thought ran through his mind many times a day, but none more so than in August of every year. Not only was it the anniversary of when he had met Emma, but because everyone congregated at the beach.

A time to truly appreciate everything life had given them...all of them, except...he got a whiff of Katherine's diaper that Liam had just opened. "Bloody hell, Liam, is your daughter trying to kill us all?"

"Oh, come on," Liam wrinkled his nose, "I'm sure Brennan has some pretty ripe smelling ones." Generously using the clean smelling diaper wipes Elsa insisted on, Liam cleaned up the little girl, fastened her onesie and placed her in her stroller. "How is it we got stuck with diaper duty and our wives are out on the sand?"

Killian took the offending diaper and shoved it into the diaper genie before answering, "Because we're 21st century men?" When Liam rolled his eyes, Killian laughed, "In my case Emma said, 'I carried him for nine months, you have a lot to make up for.'"

Liam nodded, "Sounds like Elsa, except she starts talking about the delivery," he wrinkled his nose, "and I can't stand thinking about the pain she must have felt, and so..." he shrugged, "here I am."

Killian studied Liam for a second. "You love it though, don't you?"

And Liam's smile gave him the answer before the words were ever spoken, "More than life itself."

He grabbed a couple of cold bottles of water and they took Brennan and Katherine out onto the patio where they could watch over their families. Their wives were relaxing under the sun with Ruby, and out in the water he could see Robin, Victor and Sean watching over the older kids.

Henry was close to becoming a teenager and the possibility of having to explain about girls...and the birds and the bees weighed heavily on his mind. He was working on a good reason to convince Emma that she would be much better at that job than he...but the perfect wording still escaped him.

The other boys from Sister Blue's Group Home had ended up becoming parts of their family also, and while Roland and Henry were the only two that had officially been adopted with name changes, he had a feeling that wouldn't be so for long. Wyatt had taken a piece of Liam's heart and was living with him and Elsa and J.J. was living with Robin and Regina.

Interestingly enough, Victor and Ruby had shown up this summer with Alli and Maddy, but with the girls at that age where they always liked to be in the middle of conversations, he hadn't gotten the full story; however knowing his wife, she probably heard the whole thing it.

Killian glanced at Liam, who appeared to be lightly dozing. "Tired, old man?" He poked Liam on the arm.

Liam sent him a dirty look. "The baby was up several times last night. Elsa said she's teething." He leaned his head back on his hand and closed his eyes.

Killian remembered those nights. and how functioning at work the next day was a challenge. Thankfully, Brennan slept through the night and had for quite some time. "Why don't you go take a nap. I'll keep an ear out for the baby."

Liam's eyes popped open. "You mean it?" he asked hopefully.

Killian laughed, "Go. You're not getting any younger."

"Wanker," Liam stood up, "thanks, Brother."

Life was good, Killian thought as Liam disappeared into the house and his eyes were pulled back to his beautiful wife.

~~~CS~~~

Emma watched Roland run out of the waves giggling, Robin following closely behind, and the thought that it would be Brennan and Killian in a few years crossed her mind. "I wonder what the men are doing?" she asked Elsa who was sunning next to her.

"Knowing my husband, napping," Elsa laughed, "but," she yawned, "I do have to admit that sounds pretty good. Last night we were up more than not."

"I remember those days." Emma smiled at her sister-in-law, which still felt a little strange. "Why don't you go take a nap?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No, no," Emma waved toward the cabins, "I'm sure Liam and Killian are fine. We'll see you after a while."

"Thanks, Em." She grabbed her towel and Emma watched her disappear inside.

"That was nice of you, Emma." Ruby took over the chair that Elsa had vacated.

"Well, I can't take all the credit." Emma glanced toward the patio where she knew Killian was sitting and watching Brennan and a sleeping Katherine.

"What did you do?" Ruby looked back toward the cabins.

Emma laughed. "Just plotted with my husband to give the new parents a little alone time, that's all."

"Oh, that's sweet." Ruby sent a huge smile. "Speaking of new parents, where are Regina and Ashley?"

"The kitchen...maybe?" Emma shook her head, as she might have been dozing when they went inside.

Ruby took a drink from her glass. "I'm going to refresh my lemonade, want some?"

Emma handed her glass over and when Ruby left, her thoughts drifted back over how many changes they had been through since they had first laid eyes on one another in 2014, to when they had gotten married two years ago.

The time since their wedding had been busy, but productive. Once Henry had started school, Emma had decided that she wanted to continue painting full time. Fortunately, Ariel was excited to continue working with her, which made it easy to spend time with Mary Margaret and David and little Emma. And then the next time they had come to Portland, she had brought an assortment of her work to Cleo Foxx, who was happy to sell them in her gallery. It was the best of situations, as Ariel and Cleo handled the selling and all she had to do was...create.

Killian seemed to enjoy working with his brother and Robin, and within the past year Nemo had slowly turned over more of the day-to-day operations to them. He told them he and Cora were not getting any younger and wanted to travel while they were healthy. Emma thought they were somewhere in Europe, but with those two was never sure.

Brennan would be turning one in a few days and the party would grow as everyone from the Home would arrive for the day. Emma couldn't believe her baby was going to be one, as the past year seemed to just fly by, which was one reason he loved spending August at the beach. It was a time to regroup...not only as a family, but with everyone around. Taking time to enjoy life...

Enjoy life and doze in the sun, she thought, letting the peaceful sound of the waves and the happy sounds of splashing in the ocean lull her into a light sleep. Not nearly deep enough, though, that the snicker didn't alert her before Henry, J.J., Wyatt and Roland came running toward her, hands behind their backs, mischief on their minds. "Hold it right there," she stopped them cold before they got too close, "chocolate chip cookies anyone?"

All four boys, looked at each other, then back at her and nodded their heads.

"Then drop your weapons and go have some." She smiled as a few water guns and water balloons dropped to the sand before they scampered inside.

"You make this parenting thing look like a breeze," Robin laughed, as he made his way toward her taking the chair Ruby had vacated.

Emma shook her head. "Parenting is never easy...but...I saw them do the same thing to Killian yesterday, so..."

"Ah, gotcha." He stretched his legs out in front of him, tilting his chin up to the sun. "Where is Killian, by the way?"

"He's on the patio with Katherine and Brennan, I think." She smiled, anticipating his next question. "Regina was feeding Rebecca the last time I saw her."

His smile could have lit up the room, so big it was at the mention of his new daughter and wife. "Thanks, Emma. I think I'll go check on them." With one last smile, he headed toward the cabin he shared with Regina and their family.

The sun is shining on this family again, she thought, as it had been a year of highs and lows for the Locksley family. J.J. had moved in with them early in 2017, and with two growing boys, and both working in Westchester County, Robin and Regina had purchased a house and moved to Irvington, and then...Regina had discovered she was pregnant.

Sadly, she had miscarried early in the pregnancy and it had been a long road for her to reach a point where she was willing to risk her heart again. But...they had been blessed with a sweet baby girl two months ago, around the same time as Ashley's new baby. With two older brothers, doting parents, and grandparents like Cora and Nemo, the little princess was already ruling the house.

"Babies everywhere," she murmured, "except for Ruby and Victor, and she wasn't sure what was going on there. Currently, they had Maddy and Alli staying with them, giving their grandmother a few weeks rest, but once they were gone, she didn't know. However, with all the babies around this summer, she figured it would either push Ruby to want one or push her to run the other way.

"Penny for your thoughts, Swan." Killian stood over her, Brennan in his arms.

She squinted up at him, "Only a penny? Surely they're worth more than that."

"Down." Suddenly Brennan came alive. "Down."

Killian put him down and as soon as he got his balance, he took off, both hands reaching, "Ba...ba...ba,"

Emma and Killian looked at each other, before following their son, who had stopped and was pointing at the basket holding all the beach toys. "Ba...ba...ba..."

Killian dug around before pulling out a big, red ball. "Here you go, little lad. Your ball."

Brennan squealed, "Ba!" then took it from his father's arms and toddled off.

"New word." Killian put his arm around Emma, holding her close to his side as they kept an eye on the toddler. "See, Emma. I told you he was smart."

Emma silently agreed but decided that Killian's ego didn't need feeding.

"Want to take him in the water?" she asked as Brennan was staring longingly out to sea.

"If you'll come with us." Killian already had his shirt off, and before she had a chance to agree...or disagree...he had picked up the baby, and together they took off running toward the waves.

~~~CS~~~

Later that evening, Killian stood next to Robin and Liam, watching the kids roast marshmallows over the firepit. "Is this what you imagined when you thought about the future?"

"Did I?" Robin asked himself. "Once Regina and I adopted Roland, I think that was about as far as I was willing to dream...but somehow, now that I have what I have, I can't remember a time I didn't want it. Does that make sense?"

"It does to me," Liam answered. "After everything with Lily, I gave up on having a family...a future, and now...this is the very best time of my life."

"Here here, Brother." Killian clinked his bottle against Liam's and Robin's and, taking a drink, his eye caught Emma's on the other side of the fire nibbling on a S'more. "If you gents will excuse me, I think I'll see if Emma wants to take a little stroll on the beach. Will you keep an eye on Brennan?"

"Go, Killian, we've got him."

Emma wasn't hard to persuade and they strolled along the beach, quietly hand in hand...talking...listening...to each other...to nature.

"Liam said something earlier," Killian stopped walking and pulled Emma into his arms. "He said, 'this is the very best time of my life,' and he's right, Emma. I don't tell you often enough just how much having you...and Henry...and Brennan means to me. You are the very best things in the world. You give my life meaning...and make each and every day better than the one before. I love you."

"I love you too, Killian," Emma sniffed, "and we do know how you feel. Every little thing you do...every word you say...and every song you sing shows us."

He kissed her, pouring his feelings into the kiss...telling her with his lips exactly what he had just told her with his words, and when that wasn't enough, "Dance with me?"

She smiled up at him, "There's no music."

"Come now, Swan. Can't you hear it?" As they swayed on the sand, Killian sang in her ear, a song that fit exactly how he was feeling.

Because I've had the time of my life

No, I never felt this way before

Yes, I swear it's the truth

And I owe it all to you

'Cause I've had the time of my life

And I've searched through every open door

'til I found the truth

And I owe it all to you

~~~CS~~~

The fire had burned itself out and it was time to go their separate ways, but letting go of good things was always tough. "Goodnight, everyone. We'll see you tomorrow." Emma waved at her friends as they all went back to their own cabins.

Liam, Elsa, Wyatt and the baby to the cottage toward the left. Robin, Regina, Roland and baby went to theirs on the right, and Victor, Ruby, Maddy, Alli and Sean, Ashley, Alex and Shane headed up the beach to the one they had rented for the month.

"Emma?" Killian wrapped his arms around her. "What's troubling you, love? You seem," he shrugged, "I don't know, sad."

Emma tightened her hold around her husband's trim middle. "I...was just having a really good time and am sad it's over."

"It's not the end, Swan...it's just the beginning." He kissed the top of her head, making her feel safe...and secure in his arms.

Emma thought about the secret that slept under her heart and decided perhaps Killian was right. "Ready for bed?"

"With you, love...always."

She followed Killian and the boys inside, and as he turned to pick up Brennan, she slowly closed the door. "Goodnight," she whispered, flipping the switch to extinguish the lights.

And for all the days of their lives, they lived happily ever after.

~fin

Anyone catch my parallel in that last scene? I hope you enjoyed reading The Promise as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you stuck with me for the past 6 months, thank you! If you picked it up recently, thank you! If you've not stopped by and let me know what you think, please do soon. I have also put together a compilation of a few things from the story as well as The Promise playlist in the next chapter.

I'm going to miss this verse so if you have any one-shots you'd like to see, toss them my way.

In the meantime, I'm going to finish the CS baby story I started last March and haven't posted on since July as well as work on a one-shot for my Beach House verse (and if you haven't read The Beach House and enjoyed this story, you might enjoy it as well.)Thanks again.