"Gods this much for bloody flowers?" Killian whispered in Emma's ear as they wandered Game of Thorns with her mother trying to settle on a center piece.

"I know but my mom is insisting that fresh flowers are what makes the party," Emma rolled her eyes. She could feel her eyes starting to itch and her nose was feeling stuffy and she was positive it had to be something in the shop. She prayed they would be able to choose something quickly before the scent of some of the flowers gave her a full on migraine.

"Oh how about yellow lilies for the bouquet? Oh and plumerias to help fill it out" Mary Margaret suggested.

"Those are nice but what about those tulips?" Emma pointed out the bright and colorful tulip display.

Mary Margaret wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "No you don't want tulips, you deserve the best flowers available and these are beautiful."

"But these are out of season," Emma tried to reason with her mother, "and about three times the cost of the tulips, it's insane! It's just flowers that won't last long after the wedding anyway."

"Well what do you think Killian?" Snow asked Killian.

"I think I quite like the tulips my lady," Killian said.

"Okay fine then, you two can have tulips," Snow threw up her hands in defeat. Emma reached for Killian's hand and squeezed tightly, Killian sensed her frustration and wound his arm around her shoulders pulling her close to him.

"Don't worry love, we'll get out of here soon enough," he whispered in her ear.

"Hopefully," Emma whispered back, following her mother further into the shop.

"I know that you're getting overwhelmed with all this planning Emma, but it'll all be worth it once you become Mrs. Emma Jones," Snow called over her shoulder.

"Actually Mrs. Emma Swan-Jones," Emma said stopping to look at some beautiful orchids, she didn't notice Snow stopping dead in her tracks in front of her.

"What?"

"Oh we're going to hyphenate," Emma explained turning back towards her mother.

"But why? And Killian are you okay with this?" Mary Margaret questioned.

"Err yes? Why wouldn't I be? I think it's a splendid idea to blend our names together," Killian shrugged.

"Well it's just that traditionally a woman takes her husband's last name. So that she can be a part of his family."

"Mom I'm still Killian's family if we hyphenate. It's something that we both agree on so I don't see why you're making such a big deal about it, I mean you and Dad don't have the same last name," Emma tried to justify.

"Technically our real selves don't have last names so it's a nonissue for us. But you and Killian? Emma why would you even want to keep the last name 'Swan'?" Snow asked. Emma frowned at her mother and chose her words carefully.

"Why wouldn't I want the last name Swan? It's one of the few things I've been able to keep with me in this world," Emma said through gritted teeth.

Snow looked taken aback, "I just thought, since it was the last name of that family, the one that-."

"The one that what? Sent me back when they had a kid of their own? Yeah that happened, but I was still able to survive on my own and make a name for myself," Emma interrupted.

Snow looked at a loss for words, Killian shifted nervously from foot to foot, and Emma felt a lump form in her throat.

"You know what I need to get out of here, choose whatever flowers you want," Emma pulled her leather jacket around her and hurried out of the shop, leaving her mother behind. She walked quickly down the street, towards her bug when she heard approaching footsteps.

"Swan! Emma wait," Killian called, jogging to catch up with her. Emma stopped and leaned against the bug, waiting for Killian to catch up.

"I'm sorry I just- I needed to get out of there," Emma started to say.

"No need to apologize to me love," Killian laced his fingers through hers.

"I know but I just can't talk to her right now, I'll call her tomorrow," Emma said, "I just really need to unplug from all the wedding talk."

"I know, I already assured your mother you need some time to collect your thoughts and that you would call when you were ready. All right well how about we go home and maybe Netflix and chill" Killian suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows

"I'm going to ground Henry for telling you about memes," Emma chuckled as she got into the car. They drove home and Emma made a beeline to the pantry to grab the popcorn, as she got a bag out of the box and stood in front of the microwave she felt Killian's arms come around her waist.

"You know you never gave me a straight answer back there," he whispered in her ear.

"I figured you already knew my answer," Emma smirked and pressed her hips into his, delighting in the low groan Killian made.

"Well any doubt in my mind has been cleared up," he said and he spun her around so that she faced him with her back to the counter.

"Speaking of doubt," Emma placed her hands on his chest, applying pressure but not pushing him away, he looked at her tilting his head in confusion, "Are you sure you're okay with us hyphenating our last names?"

"Of course I am, we both like our names and I think it's a brilliant idea to blend them together. Besides I don't think I could ever stop calling you 'Swan' it suits you," he leaned in and kissed her on the right side of her neck. "But I do think Emma Swan-Jones has a nice ring to it as well," he smirked and kissed the other side. Emma felt a shiver run down her spine and straight to her core.

"Say it again," she whispered, pressing her body against his.

"Emma Swan-Jones," Killian whispered back before capturing her lips in a searing kiss that Emma felt all the way down to her toes. His hand and hook traveled down from her waist to her ass and lifted her onto the counter. Emma spread her legs and pulled him towards her, she could feel his already hard cock rubbing against her center though their jeans. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor, he lifted her sweater up and over her head revealing the purple bra she had worn that day. His hook eased one of the straps down her shoulder exposing her nipple, Emma moaned when she felt his tongue circling the hardened nub. His hand unhooked the bra and they let it fall, giving his hand and mouth full access to her chest. Emma frantically started unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt and pushing them down his arms.

"Seriously, too many buttons," Emma panted as the offending articles of clothing hit the floor.

"You love it," Killian growled before hoisting her off the counter, Emma reflexively threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, "Now I think I would like to see the future Emma Swan-Jones splayed out in all her glory on our bed." He walked them purposefully towards their bedroom, kicking the door shut with his heal. He deposited her on their bed, leaning over her and depositing kisses and love bites down her body. Emma moaned and writhed in pleasure as he made his way closer to where she needed him. Killian undid the button and fly of her jeans and rolled them down her long, lean legs going at an achingly slow pace.

"Killian," Emma gasped out, her voice hoarse and needy, she was already so wet and ready from their foreplay in the kitchen. She leaned up on her elbows and grabbed for his belt buckle, determined to get her satisfaction. Emma pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs, his thick cock bobbing out at her, "I need you, now," she looked up at him. He nodded, his pupils blown wide as he looked back at her and he laid down and settled himself between her thighs, pushing into her with a groan.

Emma gripped him by the biceps tightly as he slowly thrust into her, she dragged her fingernails down his back, spurring him to go faster. He picked up the pace, leaning his forehead against hers and kissing her senseless. She felt his hand slide down her side to where they were joined, his calloused fingers rubbing small circles there, his lips traveled to her neck and Emma could swear she could see stars as her orgasm began to build. She shifted her weight and rolled them over so she was on top, bracing herself on his chest, and looking down at him. She rode him forcefully, hitting the spot deep inside her that made everything more intense, his fingers still dancing over her clit.

Once she was close, so close, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "I love you, Killian Swan-Jones."

Killian groaned and thrust up into her, coming just as her walls started to flutter around him. Emma flopped down on top of him, his chest hair tickling her nipples, his hand coming up to rest on her back.

"Feeling better love?" he asked.

"Much, I think I can brave another trip to Game of Thorns soon," she said and looked at him, mischievous smile spreading across her lips "but only if we can spend the rest of the day in bed together."

"Well I think I can handle that," Killian smirked, pulling her in for another kiss.