Killian sat on the ground and leaned against the lamp post as he waited for Henry to get out of school. He took a piece of rope from his satchel bag and mindlessly tied nautical knots with it, an old habit of his. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face thinking about last night. He and Emma- finally kissing. After that, they just held each other, talked more about their pasts, with the occasional tease thrown in. He thought about how they stretched out on the couch, her weight on top of his, cradling her in his arms. Yes, he certainly missed the way this felt. He couldn't wait until he dropped off Henry tonight. Maybe she's ask him to stay for dinner again. Maybe after Henry went to bed...

"You kissed my Mom," Henry accused, surprising him. Killian dropped the rope on the ground in surprise and looked up at the 11 year old staring down at him. His expression was more protective than angry.

"Ah, my best mate. How was school?" Killian said with a smile, completely ignoring the accusation.

"You kissed my Mom," Henry said again. "I'm eleven, but I'm not stupid. She couldn't stop smiling but looked guilty at the same time- you kissed her. What are your intentions?" Killian picked the rope off the ground and stood up. He took the backpack from Henry and threw it over his own shoulders. He put his hand on Henry's shoulders and lead him down the street in the direction of the marina.

"Hmm...a challenge of honor. Well, lad, I can tell you my intentions are honorable," Killian started. "But, if you do want my honesty, lad. I don't know where to go from here. I don't want to scare your Mom away."

"Why would you scare her?" Henry said, kicking gravel down the road as they walked.

"Well, I'm a pirate, so we're scary by nature," Killian joked. Henry stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at Killian.

"Well, let's say you weren't a pirate, you were just a normal guy from the enchanted forest, what would you do?" Killian thought a moment, playing with his hook as he thought.

"Well, being the gentleman I am, I would make my intentions known in some obvious, romantic fashion. However, I don't think that kind of thing is considered realistic in your Storybrooke. It might seem a bit..."

"Corny?"

"I'm not sure what vegetation has to do with it, but I'm going to assume that your choice of words is precise," Killian said, ruffling Henry's hair. He bent down to Henry's eye level and put his hand on his shoulder. "I also would ask for permission to pursue her from her parents, but in this case, your opinion is more important to me. May I have permission to court your Mom?" Henry smiled and gave Killian a hug. "Good form, lad." Henry broke the hug and started pulling Killian down the road by his hook.

"Come on! We've got a lot of work to do!" Henry yelled.

After the day she had, Emma was exhausted. Two break-ins, a missing child that turned out to be at a friend's house, and countless speeding tickets, not to mention continuing cleaning up the damage from Cora and Regina. It had been a long day. All she wanted to do was go home, but with the day she had, she would have a mountain of paperwork to do. As she collapsed in her chair and started to go through her desk, she was so tired that she almost didn't notice the new object on her desk. In a thin glass vase was a long stem rose, with a ribbon tied to a note. Emma smiled as she pulled the ribbon and untied the note.

Meet me at the marina.

Undoubtedly Killian. What was he up to? The thought of a warm bath at home would have to wait, although she was intrigued. This was kind of romantic- but don't get your hopes up. Maybe the time they had last night was a fluke. As she headed towards the door, she noticed a dress hanging up. How did she miss that when she first came in? It was her dress, one she barely ever wore. The last time she might have worn it was the night that she met Henry. There was another note pinned to it:

Only if you choose to wear it.

Emma sighed, decided to get changed, and got back into her bug and drove to the marina. As she turned the corner of the boathouse to the dock, there were Christmas lights all along the dock and over it leading to the plank for the Jolly Roger. Hook was standing at the top, dressed in his pirate attire, holding another rose in his hook. He smiled at her and extended his hand as a gesture for her to join him. Emma took his hand as she boarded the ship and Killian grandly handed her the 2nd rose. Emma took it with a smile. "Hey, Beautiful," was all he was able to get out at that moment. She was absolutely breathtaking.

"What's the occasion?" Emma asked as she looked around the ship. More lights strung throughout the ropes and sails of the ship, a small round table on the center deck set with a dinner for two.

"I was bored," Killian joked as he pulled one chair out with his hook and pushed it in for her as she sat down. "And might I say, you look absolutely ravishing," he whispered in her ear. Before sitting himself, he poured the two of them some wine. He raised his glass to her "May you have for every storm, a rainbow; for every tear, a smile; for every care, a promise; and a blessing in each trial." They clinked glasses and took a sip. Emma couldn't hide the smile on her face behind the glass as she drank- her eyes gave her away.

"Seriously, Killian, what is all this?" Killian shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He picked up his knife and took a couple jabs at a roll on the table. Suddenly gaining the courage, he took her hand in his. As he reached to take her other hand, for a split second he forgot he had a hook, then recoiled as he was inches from stabbing her hand. He put his hook to his forehead in embarrassment and closed his eyes. A moment later, his hook was taken from his forehead as Emma held it on the table- like he had two good hands. Killian stared at the sight for a moment, relishing in the reality of her acceptance, then looked into Emma's eyes.

"Emma...I...would humbly ask you...if you would...allow me to court you?" Killian asked. Emma knew she was blushing, but there was no stifling it. She bit her lip to try to keep her smile from getting too big. "I know it's old fashioned in this land but, well, it sounds right to me." Emma continued to look at him, her head tilted to the side. "I was...hoping for an answer," Killian said, his face completely red at this point.

"How many women have you asked that?"

"You wound me, Emma!" Hook said, putting his hook to his heart. Emma raised her eyebrows at him and he let out a small laugh. "I would be honest to say, you would be the first that I meant it with my whole heart." Emma decided not to ask any further questions on that one. She didn't want to turn this into a battle, and it was very adorable how nervous he was.

"So, what does courting mean to you? Is it like, you're my boyfriend, you intend to marry me one day or are you just trying to get into my pants?"

"If by 'boy' you mean dashingly handsome man and by 'friend' you mean the only man you kiss, then yes. Marriage..." Killian took a pause for effect. "Would be something we'd definitely look into. And as for that last one," he leaned forward and his eyes grew dark, "Was that an offer?" Emma threw a napkin at him and they both laughed. "Seriously, Emma. Would you do me the honor?" He held his hand out again, but Emma took his hook instead.

"Yes."

"Yes?" Emma nodded. Killian brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Emma blushed again as Killian looked softly into her eyes. "This is by far the happiest moment for me since I came to Storybrooke."

"Well, you were plotting revenge for the first part of it," Emma reminded.

"Let's not talk about that," Killian said as he went to grab dinner from the galley. Emma looked around the ship as Killian was gone. She couldn't believe he did all this for her. He was a gentleman after all. Killian returned with two plates of fish. "I caught them this morning, and prepared everything myself." Emma bit into the fish. It was absolutely delicious! Emma let out a moan of enjoyment. "Do you like it?"

"That is amazing. And you made this yourself?" Killian nodded.

"I was known to make dinner for the crew now and again. Just some old family recipes," Hook stated, beginning to dive in himself.

"Family recipes?"

"Sure, I had a family once," Killian said, taking a bite. Emma chuckled to herself as he ate. He may be pulling out all the stops as a gentleman, but he sure ate like a pirate. Killian froze as she stared at him eating. He set down his fork, put his napkin in his shirt, and continued to eat. Emma let out another chuckle. "What? I'm used to eating with 20 disgusting men!"

"Here, gentleman," Emma said, reaching forward and brushing some sauce away from his mouth with his own napkin. She slowed her pace as she looked into his eyes. Killian noticed and kissed her hand again.

"Thanks, beautiful," he stated. Emma recovered and focused back on her plate.

"You know, I don't get to have fish that often. Henry is allergic," Emma stated in between bites.

"Well, as much as I'd love to make this for him, I'll just make it special for us when it's just the two of us," Hook said, taking another sip of wine. "For Henry, I'll make chicken."

"He'd like that, especially if it's chicken fingers." Killian looked at her confused.

"Chickens don't have fingers, darling, they have wings," he explained in all seriousness. Emma laughed again and the two continued their conversation long into the evening. Emma thought it was sweet at how much Killian would keep mentioning Henry. He talked about him with such fondness, she felt happy that they had gotten so close. It was obvious that he wasn't just in it for the two of them, but as a family.

A family with Captain Hook- what a weird thought. Emma fell back into Killian's deep blue eyes as he continued his story about Neverland. A family with Captain Hook- that actually sounds pretty nice.