AN - I'm putting this up this morning because I have no idea what time I'll get home from work tonight. Only a few chapters to go. It will probably be 27 or 28 chapters by the time I'm finished with this Killian and Emma, and I'll be a little sad to see them go. I have no idea where this fluff/sappiness comes from. I had no idea I had it in me. I really appreciate you guys sticking around.

Emma and Killian got the keys to their new place the day after Christmas. Taking stock of how empty the apartment was, the realized maybe they should have put a bit more thought into buying furniture and kitchen gear before today. Emma laughed. These past few years waiting for her own place, and they'll spend the first night there sleeping on the floor. Sure, she and Killian both had slept in worse places, but it wasn't how she pictured starting their married life.

They had brought over all of their belongings, and started to make a list of everything they would need. Killian also reminded her to pack a bag for the honeymoon. Emma was dying to know where they were going, but Killian was good at keeping secrets. Especially when they drove his swan nuts.

Standing in their empty living room, Killian pulled Emma in for a kiss. As they broke apart he leaned his forehead against hers and asked, "are you ready to be Mrs. Jones, love?"

Emma had thought about changing her name, and decided she was definitely for it. While part of her wanted to recoil from the idea that a woman was supposed to take her husband's name, the other part rejoiced in the fact that she would have a name from someone who wanted to share his with her. The Swans hadn't wanted to keep her, and she had a daily reminder of that. She also knew that Killian was from a time when a woman always took her husband's name, and may not understand the feminism of this era. Someday she would have to explain to him how lucky he was that she had no affinity for Swan and that he won a fight he never even knew they had.

"I think I've been ready to be Mrs. Jones for longer than I've even realized. Are you ready to be my husband?"

Killian laughed, thinking she couldn't possibly have asked a question with a more obvious answer. "Swan, I would have married you on the beanstalk if given the chance." He kissed her again, Emma pulling him in to deepen the kiss, urging him to give her more.

It wasn't until they heard a throat being cleared nearby that they broke apart.

"Ah-hem." It was Mary Margaret. "I'm here for my daughter. It's tradition in both realms for the groom to not see the bride before the wedding. I don't know where you're sleeping tonight, Killian, but it will not be at our apartment."

Killian bowed, "Of course, your highness. I will be taking myself back to Granny's, for one last night. If you will, permit me to bid farewell to my fiancee one last time?"

Mary Margaret told Emma she would meet her outside, and left the two together for a few minutes.

Killian's arms were still around Emma's waist, and she tiptoed up to kiss him. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow, Mr. Jones."

"You have no idea, Swan. No idea."