This is it everyone - the last chapter. I'm not sure I want to say goodbye to this version of the Jones-Charming families. I'm wondering if I might pop in every once in awhile to update on their progress of their next adventure together. Definitely not daily. Thank you so much for sticking with me and I'm glad to hear that you've enjoyed reading. You all are awesome.

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The honeymoon was the best seven days of Emma's life. She and Killian enjoyed every moment of being out on the sea, spending time with just each other. Usually the two had people around them all the time: the townspeople, her parents, her son. Being at sea let them just enjoy each other's company, no interruptions.

After the seven days were up, the couple reluctantly set sail for the Storybrooke harbor. Emma had learned a lot about sailing over the past week, and had started pulling her weight on the boat. She found she enjoyed being out on the water, with the wind in her hair and smelling the salt air.

"I think we need to find a boat for you to buy, Captain Jones."

"You've enjoyed your time on the ship, Mrs. Jones?"

Killian could not stop referring to his wife by her married name. As much as he loved calling her Swan, he loved that she was his even more.

"I have. I don't think it's going to be the same if we take Leroy's ship out. I think we should have one of our own. We can spend weekends out on the water. Henry and maybe my parents can come out for day sails. It's a good idea."

"Aye," Killian said, the sailor's affirmation returning to his lips. "We can shop for one come spring."

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Returning to Storybrooke harbor, they docked the boat and grabbed their things and walked up to their new apartment. The real world started to settle on Emma's shoulders, and the closer to home she got the more she really wished they'd spent time furnishing the new place. She briefly considered asking Killian if he would mind turning up towards Granny's, so they could at least sleep in a real bed until they found some furniture, but decided against it. No furniture in their own home was preferable to the inn.

When they got to the house, she saw Gordon the gnome sitting in the flower bed by the front door. She thought that was strange, as she hadn't noticed Killian take the time to put his present out in the yard. Killian unlocked the door, and again picked Emma up to carry her over the threshold.

"Welcome home, Love." And that's when they both were rendered speechless. Killian let Emma down to the floor, as they both stood with their mouths agape. Looking around the living room they noticed furniture. It wasn't fully decorated, but there was a sofa, a coffee table, credenza with TV and a rug. Both turned to ask the other if they'd done this.

"It wasn't me. I've been so busy with Christmas and the wedding."

"It wasn't me either."

They started exploring the rest of the place, realizing there was a minimum of furniture in all of the rooms. A bed and mattress along with a dresser in the master bedroom. A bed and dresser and desk in the smaller room that would be Henry's. A table and chairs in the dining area. As they went in to the kitchen, they opened cubords and saw that they were fully stocked with dishes and pots and pans.

Killian noticed a note on the island, and started reading.

Emma and Killian - Thank you for giving us our lives back. Now we want to give you a start on yours. Sincerely- Storybrooke

The couple was touched, especially Killian. He knew the town owed a lot to his wife, but he never expected anyone would go out of their way for him. It was just then that Henry ran in to the house, having seen the ship arrive at the docks.

"Mom, Killian!" He ran in and gave them both hugs. "Did you see what people did? I helped."

"Aye, lad. We did. We have to thank everyone."

"I can't believe they did this. It's amazing. We still have a lot to get, but now we can make this home. Are you going to sleep here tonight?" Emma asked Henry.

"Our first night at home as a family? You better believe it. Can we order dinner?"

Emma laughed to herself. Teenagers and appetites. She went and called her mom and dad to report that they were home, and thank them. Mary Margaret and David were thrilled to hear from their daughter, and wanted to know all about the trip. Rather than spend forever on the phone, she suggested they join them for dinner at the new apartment.

The Charming-Jones family sat down to the evening meal. Emma loved sitting down to the table and looking around at her family. This was what life was about and she was happy.

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That night, Killian and Emma tucked Henry in, much to his embarrassment, and turned in to bed in their own room. Emma turned out the light and snuggled up against Killian.

"So Mr. Jones, ready to be a dad?"

"What's that Swan? I can't replace Henry's dad."

"I'm not talking about Henry."

It took Killian a minute to figure out what Emma meant by that.

"Swan, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yes, Captain. We'll be having a little pirate. Ready for our next adventure?"

Killian pulled Emma in and kissed her deeply. Finally breaking apart he responded.

"Absolutely."