When Killian opened the door Emma couldn't believe her eyes, the room was filled with pink orchids, basking in the golden glow coming from the numerous lit candles dotted around the room. She slowly walked into their suite taking in the beauty surrounding her. There was a large four poster bed, an open fire crackling away with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two glass flutes on a small table next to it. All surrounded with beautiful orchids.
"Oh Killian" she whispered, "it's so beautiful!"
He gently took his jacket off her shoulders, reached into the pocket and took out the ring box and went down on one knee. When Emma turned around her hand shot up to her mouth, her eyes were wide with surprise and tears were stinging the corners threatening to fall any moment.
Killian took a deep breath and began.
"Emma, I've loved you for so long! That first rainy miserable night that I met you on set it was like I'd been living in black and white and suddenly I saw you and the world was colourful again. At the time I didn't know it was love at first sight, I was switched off to that possibility so I didn't recognise what was right there in front of me but I knew I needed to get to know you. You've helped me in more ways than I could have ever imagined; you've been my support, my comforter, my sounding board, my advisor, and my friend. You've loved my son and I, you've nourished us, cherished us, and unconditionally cared for us like it was the most natural thing for you to do. You're intelligent, strong, beautiful, and the bravest woman I've ever met. You've loved me when I needed love most, understood me when I felt nobody could begin to understand, you've stood by me through my triumphs and my mistakes. You've given me a family, another son and two daughters! Emma, you're my world!
I knew I wanted to marry you when I asked you to move in, the decision was already made in my mind, the only future I wanted was one with you! I kept quiet though, not wanting to scare you off and then when I found out you were expecting our child my heart felt like it would burst! But still I held off asking you because I didn't want there to be any doubt in your mind, I didn't want you thinking I was asking out of obligation so I waited, and god Emma, the waiting near killed me! But I can't wait any longer, Emma will you marry me?"
She blinked back the tears leaning down and taking his face in her hands and kissing him softly breathing the word "yes". He slipped the princess cut diamond ring onto her finger.
"It's stunning!" She gasped.
He smirked at her, "So are you Emma."
Before she knew what was happening he scooped her up in his arms bridal style and carried her to their bed.
They were curled up in their bed basking in each other's glow when Killian's phone began to buzz on the bedside table. He ignored it nuzzling his nose into Emma's neck and lacing his fingers through her hair. Emma giggled and once again Killian's phone began to buzz.
"Babe, maybe you should get that."
"Mmmmm?"
He was planting little kisses along her jaw and down her neck to her shoulder. For the third time his phone started buzzing. Emma pulled away.
"Killian, just answer it, it could be important!"
He groaned and reached over answering groggily.
"Hello?"
...
"Wait...what?"
...
"Are you serious?"
Killian sat bolt upright. A pit formed in Emma's stomach, what now? Her fears subsided when she saw a huge smile spread across his face.
"Ha! That's bloody fantastic! Thanks so much, love!"
Emma raised her eyebrows waiting for an explanation. Killian rubbed his face with his hand trying to come to terms with what he just heard, shaking his head and smiling in disbelief.
"I've been nominated for an Oscar!"
Emma's jaw dropped. "Babe that's amazing!" She threw her arms around his neck and they both fell into a fit of laughter.
They finally calmed down, she was lying on her back on their bed, hair fanned out around her head covering the pillow, his face grew serious and he leaned down on top of her pressing his lips against her in a slow passionate kiss. He lifted himself up slightly and said,
"I will never forget tonight, you've made me the happiest man alive!"
"Doesn't hurt that you've been nominated for an Oscar too!" She joked.
"It pales in comparison, love."
She reached up around his shoulders and pulled him back down to meet her lips.
Killian had long believed nothing could top that moment Emma agreed to marry him, winning the Oscar a few months later was arguably the greatest moment of his career and something he was very flattered and humbled by but it didn't come close. Nothing came close, that is until today. Standing there before their friends and family watching his beautiful Swan gracefully step down the aisle towards him. She was stunning, an absolute vision, and suddenly it all came back, everything they'd been through as a couple, the highs and lows, the deaths and the births, moving from location to location, the fights, the make ups, it was all worth it, because it all led to this, this moment right now.
She hadn't even reached him yet when his eyes started tearing up, his hands were shaking, and he didn't know how he was going to speak, swallowing down a lump in his throat.
When she reached him she took his hand in hers, she wasn't shaking, she was the picture of calm and peace. His rock, his anchor. She gave him a smile and he thanked God for bringing her to set that cold rainy night.
They had opted for a quiet wedding in Ireland with just close friends and family and lots of music, dancing, and rum. After hours on the dance floor Emma excused herself and walked out on to the hotel balcony looking into the ocean. The stars shone iridescent, reflecting on the water, twinkling with each gentle wave lapping on the shore. She closed her eyes and listened to the rhythmic sound of the waves mixing with the music coming from inside. The next moment she felt his presence, she didn't need to hear him or feel him to know, she just knew he was behind her. She leaned back into him, allowing his body heat to radiate through the thin lace of her dress. He breathed on her neck, kissing her softly up to her jawline.
"Mrs Jones."
"Mr Jones" she whispered then turned to face him.
He smiled, he eyes moving back and forth between her eyes and her lips.
"Would you do me the honour of joining me for our last dance."
She reached up to meet his lips with hers.
"I'd love to" she whispered millimetres away from his lips then kissed him again and allowed him to lead her inside.
