Killian respected Snow White, she was a kind woman, a good leader, and inherently good. He was so grateful that she had seemed to accept him into her family and that he was good enough to love her daughter. But if he spent one more minute going over nearly identical wedding invitations with her he was going to flip the table over. He had no idea there were so many different shades of white (cream, eggshell, off white, pure white, etc) or so many different fancy loopy fonts to choose from. He wished Emma could be here at the loft to help pick out the invitations but she and David were at the Sheriff station and Snow had somehow wrangled him into coming to the loft to look at all the options for invitations.

"So what do you think of this option? It's nice and classic and it has a kind of nautical theme that goes with the wedding," said Snow showing him yet another invitation. Killian looked it over, it was white with a navy border around the sides and a picture of an anchor in the center.

"I actually quite like this one," he said handing the invitation back to her.

"Or what about this one? It's so elegant," she said as she trusted another invitation towards him, this one cream with black loopy script. Killian observed it, it was very fancy. Perhaps a little too elegant for his and Emma's wedding.

"I'm not to sure about this one, to be quite honest," he said scratching behind his ear.

"Why not?"

"It's just, ah, perhaps too fine for the kind of wedding Emma and I would like?" he said still scratching his ear nervously. If he was going to be completely honest, Snow White intimidated him. He knew he wasn't her first choice for a husband for her daughter.

"Oh there's no such thing as 'too fancy' when it comes to a royal wedding, even when it's on the beach," Snow White said taking back the invitation. Killian swallowed nervously, scratching the back of his ear. He knew that he should have suggested something more grand for his and Emma's wedding than the beach where he proposed to her. Emma was a princess after all, she deserved something extravagant and elegant.

"Killian are you alright? You look like there's something on your mind," asked Snow White looking at him with concern.

"Aye, I just need some water," he said as he rose from the table and strode into the kitchen, filling a glass of water from the faucet. What was he doing? Emma may love him but she was a princess, she had a title and he had nothing. He couldn't say he was a Lieutenant after he deserted the Navy to become a pirate, nor could he say he was a captain anymore since trading away the Jolly Roger for a bean. Was he even worthy of her?

"Killian, is there something bothering you?" Snow White asked him as she entered the kitchen. She looked at him with concern, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide.

"No, not at all," he said setting his glass in the sink.

"You know Emma had to get her superpower from someone right? You can tell me whatever's bothering you, you're going to be an official part of the family soon and families talk to each other."

Killian looked at her, her green eyes matching Emma's and swallowed thickly, he took a breath.

"I sometimes get the feeling that I'm not your first choice for a son in law, that you wished Emma loved someone other than an old one handed pirate with a drinking problem," he said not looking into her eyes.

Snow walked towards him and put her hand on his shoulder, "I'm so sorry you feel that way, Killian. I'll be honest 3 years ago when you it was obvious that you and Emma had a connection I was not you're biggest fan. I thought that Neal and Emma were true love and that they could be a real family with Henry," Killian winced slightly, he had not thought about Baelfire in a long time.

"However, that was not my place to tell Emma who to love, especially when I didn't know the whole story of how he abandoned her and sent her to prison. I was also so naïve, to think that just because he was her first love that they would be true love. But seeing you and Emma together, seeing the way you two look at each other, your never ending support of her, the way you both broke down each other's walls, how could you not be my first choice for a son in law?"

"But I'm not even titled, Emma's a princess, she deserves someone with a title, not a disgraced ex-pirate."

"Emma doesn't give a damn if you're titled or not, she's marrying you because she loves you," Snow reassured him. A small smile crept onto his face, she was right of course, he was being stupid. Emma was raised in this world, she wasn't some spoiled princess who would only consider marrying princes, counts, and dukes. She loved him, pirate past and all. He was caught off guard when Snow drew him in for a hug, blanking for a second before wrapping his arms around her and returning the hug.

"I'm so glad that you are marrying my daughter," she said.

"Aye? Thank you Snow, and for saying all that."

"It's the truth, now how about we get back to trying to pick out some Save the Dates for Emma to look over?" she said releasing him from the hug.

"Save the Dates? I thought these were the invitations?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh no, Save the Dates are like a pre-invitation. We still have to pick out invitations after you and Emma decide on your Save the Dates," Snow explained.

"Bloody hell," Killian whispered to himself, running his hand through his hair as he walked back to the dining room table.