AN - Happy Christmas Eve! You guys get the actual wedding tomorrow - for Christmas. I've written the whole rest of the story, along with a short, short little epilogue. I want to just post it all now, but I'm going to make you wait for it.

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The wedding day had arrived and Killian was getting ready at Granny's with Henry and David to keep him company.

"Hey, did you get a tux or a morning coat?" he heard David ask from the other room.

"What is a tux?"

"I'm guessing no then. They're this world's versions of formal dress. What are you wearing for the wedding then, if you didn't get a tux?"

"Why, my leather coat, of course."

"HOOK! You are not wearing that coat." David and Henry both protested simultaneously.

"Mates, calm down. I would not be wearing it if it was not what Emma specifically asked me to wear. She told me that she fell in love with the man in this coat, and she wanted to marry the man in this coat."

Both were stunned. They'd always thought Emma considered the coat ridiculous, but Killian knew Emma better than either one of them did, so they went with it.

"What did she say about the eyeliner?" Henry asked. Killian didn't dignify the question with a response, but Henry and David laughed.

Once he was ready, really it didn't take the man long, the three settled down in the sitting room at Granny's until the time they needed to leave for the beach. Killian noticed how grown up Henry looked in his suit, and was proud of the young man. He looked forward to being there for the lad as he grew up.

"Thank you both, for letting me in to your family. You're sharing your daughter and your mother with me, and I promise you both I will be worthy of her. I will make her happy."

"Thank you, Killian, but no need to say it," David added. "You already do make her happy.

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Emma awoke early the morning of her wedding, ready to start the day. She was getting dressed at the loft. Sylvia and two of her assistants, along with Mary Margaret, were working on her hair, makeup, and getting her into the massive dress. Emma had shown Sylvia the tiara she'd received from Henry, and Sylvia was quick to say it would go with her hair and veil perfectly. Secretly Sylvia was happy to have the princess wear the appropriate headpiece for her wedding. Every princess needed a tiara for her wedding.

When they finished, Sylvia and her assistants left, leaving Mary Margaret and Emma alone for a few minutes before they needed to leave for the beach. Emma was standing looking at herself in the full length mirror in Mary Margaret's room, and couldn't believe her eyes. She had never looked so beautiful, and never been so happy. Her mother came over to appraise her daughter, and could find no room for improvement.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you, Mom. Thank you for your help. I know it's not the wedding you had imagined for me, but it's exactly what I want."

"Emma, you're right. It's not the wedding I had imagined for you, but that's before I knew you. I was imagining a wedding for a baby I hadn't met. Now that I know the woman you are, all I want for you is what makes you happy."

The two women hugged, staying silent for a moment as they appreciated each other's support and company. Finally Mary Margaret broke away.

"Best not keep your husband waiting. He's been patient long enough. Are you nervous?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Not even a little," was the princess' response. "Not even a bit."