Merry Christmas, Y'all - I'm in Texas for Christmas break, and that's how we say it here.
Killian was trying to wait patiently. He, Henry and David had arrived to the beach first, to see the crowds of the invited guests milling about. They had wanted a simple ceremony, and considering the fact that this was not to be a long, drawn-out affair, had decided everyone could stand. There was a simple archway they had hired Marco to put up, and Belle had decorated it with flowers from her father's shop.
When Emma finally arrived, Mary Margaret having driven her down to the beach in the bug, the entire crowd looked to see the beautiful bride. Once Killian caught sight of her, his eyes never left her for the remainder of the ceremony. He took in the gown, so reiminicent of the red ball gown he'd loved seeing her in during their trip to the Enchanted Forest. He knew that the dress was for him, for his pleasure, and that she'd wanted to marry him in a gown of his realm. Yet again his swan surprised him.
Emma walked up to Killian and placed her hand in his, holding her bouquet in the other. Emma turned toward Mary Margaret, signaling her to begin the ceremony.
"Friends, we are all gathered here today to witness the wedding of Emma and Killian. Our town may be different from others you'll find, but there is one thing that remains the same, love. These two found each other, have saved each other, and stuck by each other through all of our town's tribulations, and their love has only grown stronger with each new challenged they've faced. Emma and Killian have each prepared vows, which I now leave to them to recite. Killian."
"Emma, my swan, my love." He paused, so happy in this moment he wanted to savor every second. "I never thought I could love, could be a whole man, could have everything I've ever wanted, until I met you. You've had faith in me when I've had none in myself. You've inspired me to be a man worthy of your affections. You've welcomed me in to your family, something I have been lacking for far too long. I commit the rest of my life to making you happy, being worthy, and supporting you in all you do. I love you.
Emma's eyes were shining with tears. "Killian Jones. I've spent my life running from anyone who tried to care about me. Pushing people away, making myself unlovable, before anyone could reject me. You wouldn't be pushed away, and wouldn't let me run. The more you stood beside me, the more I saw how much I needed you, and wanted you by my side. I pledge to spend the rest of my life to making you as happy as you make me."
Mary Margaret's face was lit up with happiness for her daughter.
"Henry, the rings please." Henry came over and handed gold bands to his mother and Killian, smiling wide at the two.
Emma slipped the ring halfway on to Killian's finger, while repeating the marriage vows after her mother. "I, Emma, take thee, Killian, to be my lawfully wedded husband, for as long as we both shall live." The absolute joy on Killian's face as he listened to Emma was evident to all of the witnesses. "I, Killian, take thee, Emma, to be my lawfully wedded wife, for as long as we both shall live."
"Now, as mayor of Storybrooke, I pronounce you husband and wife." She didn't continue, purposefully. Killian stood there, still never having taken his eyes off his bride.
"Oh your highness, I do believe you've forgotten one last little thing." Mary Margaret looked over at David, who said, "Come'on Snow. Put the man out of his misery."
Mary Margaret smiled and finally added, "You may now kiss the bride."
Killian leaned in and kissed Emma, with his good hand holding her back as he dipped her down, the whole crowd cheering. While the kiss may have lasted more than was appropriate, no one in the town complained. Except maybe David.