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Three weeks before the wedding…
Killian felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of the embroidered waistcoat he wore as he delivered his lines. He prided himself on being an excellent actor, so he kept going as if he'd felt nothing. When the director finally yelled cut and told everyone to take a break while the next shot was set up, Killian removed his hook and cutlass, handing them over to the prop master and took a seat in his chair. He tapped the Home button on his phone and the screen lit up with a text notification from Smee:
Smee: Sir, I've just picked them up. I am on the way back to the studio for your approval. The manager said if there's anything you don't like and/or want changed, it has to be today.
Mr. Jones: Good work Smee. Get here as soon as you can.
Mr. Jones: Thank you.
Smee: Of course sir. I've also inquired as to what has to be done to obtain the license. I'll inform you when I arrive.
"What's got you so happy Jones?" asked Adam, the man playing Captain Hook's father.
"Oh, nothing much. Smee just gave me some good news is all." Killian enjoyed Adam's company and he was a great person to work with. However, he hesitated in mentioning the wedding because the less people that knew about it, the less chance of it getting out.
"Good. I shudder to think what the poor man suffers when he gives you bad news."
"I'm not that bad…am I?" Adam laughed at the worried look on Killian's face.
"No…but, you're very good at being intimidating." The two men shared a laugh as they were handed water bottles. "So, how is the wonderful Emma?"
"Doing wonderfully. Growing every day and hating getting around. She's arrived at the 'get these babies out of me' stage." Killian couldn't help but grin from ear to ear whenever he talked about his Swan. "Due in the New Year, and confident she'll make it to the end. The doctor told us it's common for twins to come early however."
"Do you know what they are?"
"A lad and a little lass."
"Congratulations Killian."
"Thank you Adam." He thought for a moment. "Do you have plans for the upcoming holiday?"
"Thanksgiving? No, I'll just be enjoying the day for myself. Possibly indulge in some pie. I love pie."
"Would you like to join us at ours for the day?"
"With Emma being American, I'm sure you'll be full with family. I wouldn't want to impose…"
"You won't be imposing mate. Please, join us."
"Of course then. Thank you Jones." They were interrupted by Smee, who was clutching a small and nondescript paper bag.
"Do you have some time sir?" he asked Killian.
"Of course." He slipped out of his chair, "Pardon me Adam. I'll be back in a bit. If they ask…"
"I'll let them know." Killian and Smee went to his trailer and once safely inside, Smee handed him two black velvet boxes from inside the bag. He opened them both, and nestled in their own respective white cushions were two platinum wedding bands. Killian lifted the thinner, smaller one (Emma's) from its box and took a look at the inscription he and Emma had agreed would go on both rings: I was hoping it'd be you, written in their handwriting (in hers on Killian's ring and in his on Emma's ring). Emma had left Killian to choose what the rings would look like, with her only stipulation being that they were platinum so that it would match her engagement ring.
"These are perfect Smee. Thank you."
"No problem sir."
"So", Killian sighed as he shut the ring boxes, "You've news on the license front?"
"Yes. You don't have to go to the courthouse to apply and it can be done online, that's the good news."
"And the bad news?"
"As soon as the application is received, I'm sure someone will notice and leak it to the press."
"Bloody hell." There was a knock at the trailer door.
"Mr. Jones! You're needed back on set!"
"On my way!" Killian handed the ring boxes back to Smee. "Walk with me William, I've an idea…"
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One and a half weeks before the wedding…
Killian had to be on set for a few days again, so Emma was sitting in the kitchen with Mrs. Potts (who'd arrived just a few days before) working on designing the wedding cake.
"So what are we thinking dear?" asked Mrs. Potts. Emma leaned back in her chair and ran her hands over her belly. There weren't going to be that many people, so something over big wasn't needed and with Mrs. Potts making Thanksgiving lunch as well, an extravagant cake was out of the question.
"Something simple, obviously." Emma sat and thought for a few minutes when her eyes landed on a framed picture Tink had taken of her and Killian on the Jolly. "Anchors! White fondant over a couple tiers with little fondant anchors stuck all over."
"Perfect Miss Emma. I'm sure the groom will love it as well", said Mrs. Potts as she drew a rough sketch on a piece of paper.
"And how about for the borders around the tiers we have rope like from the boat?"
"You read my mind." She added it to her sketch and Emma smiled big.
"Yes! Exactly."
"Have you agreed on flavors?"
"I want Strawberry on one of the layers and-" Before Emma could finish speaking, Tink strolled in.
"And Vanilla. My brother loves Vanilla."
"Tink!" Emma jumped (as best she could at her size, almost 30 weeks and counting) and waddled over to her and pulled her into a big hug. "I'm so happy to see you!" Tink pulled out of the hug and stood back, still holding Emma's hands in hers.
"Look at you! You appear about ready to pop."
"And I feel like it too. These two have been moving around a lot lately and I feel like I've got to pee every two seconds." Emma laughed and then sighed. "Speaking of which…make yourself at home and I'll be right back."
When Emma returned from the restroom, she didn't find Tink.
"Oh, I directed her to that room off the library where Killian had all her things set up for her", said Mrs. Potts.
"Thank you. Would you like to join us?"
"Not right now dear. I'm going to get to work planning this dinner, so you two go have fun."
"Alright. Just…join us if you want." Emma took her leave and found Tink in the workroom, having unfurled several different fabrics everywhere and currently setting up a dress form.
"Welcome back! Have my niece and nephew calmed down?" asked Tink.
"For now. They're probably sleeping in there."
"Good. Let's get started then, shall we?" Tink sat at an artist's desk and pulled out a pencil. "Now, tell me Emma Swan, what would you like your wedding dress to look like?"
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Four days before the wedding…
"Emma Swan! You get down here this instant! I need to do your final fittings!" Emma groaned into Killian's chest as she heard Tink's voice calling to her.
"You best get a move on love. My sister is a force to be reckoned with and if you don't get down there, she will come looking for you." Killian placed a kiss in her hair and helped her sit up. Ever since she'd gotten bigger, Emma had only felt comfortable sleeping on her side and constantly needed Killian's help to get out of bed. She padded over to the door of their bedroom and stuck her head out.
"I'll be right there!"
"You better or I will come to find you!" Emma shut the door and turned to look at her fiancé, who shrugged as if to say Told you so.
"Shut up."
"I said nothing, love."
"You thought it."
"I love you."
"I know", called Emma as she wandered into the bathroom to clean up. When she finished, she changed into a simple salmon colored maxi dress and slipping into her bunny slippers she liked to wear around the house. Emma returned to the bathroom and applied some light pink lip-gloss and put on her silver shamrock necklace Killian had given her ("To remind us of where we met darling."). She left her hair loose and when she was satisfied, Emma went back into the bedroom. Killian had got back in bed and was already asleep once more, so she kissed his forehead and went to find Tink.
Tink was chatting with Mrs. Potts in the kitchen when Emma walked in.
"Alright, I'm here. Let's get this done okay? I want to be ready to go with Killian to pick my parents up at the airport later."
"Miss Emma, you will be doing nothing before having a decent breakfast. The same goes for you Miss Rose", tutted Mrs. Potts. They both sat down at the kitchen table to French Toast with strawberries and fresh cream and glasses of orange juice.
"So, who all is arriving today?" asked Tink as she cut a piece of toast.
"My parents, August, Graham, and Ruby", replied Emma.
"When are all the others due?"
"Killian said Regina, Robin, and Roland will get here day after tomorrow and then Will and Belle will arrive the day before the wedding. And he mentioned something about a friend from the movie he invited, his name's Adam; he'll be here the day off." They continued their breakfast in relative silence and when they finished, they adjourned to what was now Tink's sewing room. The completed dress (except for final alterations) hung on the dress form and Emma couldn't help but be stunned: it was an Ivory color, with an empire waist and sweetheart neckline with ruffles to accentuate it. The dress was basically two layers: a sheer top layer and then it opened at the waist to the bottom layer. Emma loved it and she couldn't wait for Killian to see her in it in four days.
"Go behind the partition there and I'll help you into the dress", said Tink. Emma went behind the dressing curtain and shucked off her dress and slippers.
"Ready!" she called as she stood in only her underthings. Tink came around and bent down as she held the dress open. Emma steadied herself with a hand on Tink's shoulder and stepped in. Tink went behind her and pulled the dress up and zipped in one stroke.
"Okay. It looks like it fits perfectly, but go stand in front of the mirror and I'll get my pins and measuring tape." Emma obliged and took her place while Tink gathered her materials and then stood beside the mirror to get a better look at her. "How does it feel?"
"It feels perfect. If anything, maybe a bit shorter? I don't want to trip in the sand or anything."
"Good point." Tink knelt down folded up the hem of the dress three inches. "How about this? I raise it in the front but leave some length in the back for a small train?"
"That's perfect Tink!" exclaimed Emma. The small blonde finished her pinning and helped Emma out of the dress. While Tink hung the dress back on the form, Emma changed back and then joined her once more. There was a knock at the door and Mrs. Potts stuck her head in.
"If you two are quite finished, I've just made some tea."
"Thanks Mrs. Potts. Can we have it out on the patio?" asked Emma.
"Certainly. It'll be ready for you. And before you ask Miss Emma, I didn't forget your special mug."
"That's why you're the best Mrs. Potts." The older woman flushed pink and left the room.
"Shall we?" asked Tink. Emma laughed as she looped her arm through Tink's and they made their way out to the patio.
The table was all set up with the necessities and Killian was sitting at the table in jeans and a black t-shirt with a skull and crossbones, his Ray-Ban Wayfarers perched practically on the tip of his nose.
"Welcome ladies!" He cried as they walked over. He stood to give Emma a kiss on the lips and then a kiss on the cheek for Tink. "How's the dress coming?"
"It's gorgeous", said Emma as she steeped her bag of bag of Nettle Leaf tea in her TARDIS mug. "You're going to love it."
"Some of my best work, to be sure", added Tink.
"I've no doubt in your abilities, dear sister", replied Killian as he stirred his cup of Gold Blend from Barry's. "I also don't understand why you insist on drinking out of that mug for every tea Swan."
"Uh, because it's awesome?"
"She has a point you know", said Tink. She lifted her green and purple mug to her lips and sipped. "I think we're turning her into a European. Not only does she drink tea, but she drinks it out of a TARDIS."
"Enough about my mug", said Emma. "Just finish your tea in your boring mug and let's get to the airport."
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Day before the wedding…
"God, I feel like a freaking spy right now." Emma adjusted the brown sunglasses and straw hat she wore as Killian pulled into the parking lot of the courthouse. "I can't believe you got yourself a traffic ticket so that we could do this."
"I wanted to wait so people wouldn't find out and start hounding us, love. I want you to remain relaxed and calm, we've got to make sure nothing happens to the little ones."
"I hate it when you're right."
"You love it." Emma leaned over the center console of Killian's Jeep and kissed him lightly.
"Duh." Leaning back into her chair, she sighed as she ran a hand over her belly. "Okay, let's get this over with. In and out, hopefully no one will notice."
They walked casually into the courthouse and over to where traffic tickets were taken care of. When Killian was finished, the lady behind the window (who was a friend) allowed them access to the employee elevator and got them to the second floor where they sneaked into the Justice of the Peace offices, where marriage licenses were applied for and signed. After a lot of sweet talking earlier that week, Killian had convinced them to close the office to everyone while they were there.
As they signed the papers, Emma couldn't help but smile wide.
"What's got you in such a happy state darling?" Killian asked as he looked up to see her smile.
"Oh, nothing." He handed her the pen and she signed. The county clerk in charge of approval, gave the license a once over, making sure everything was good to go, and stamped her approval onto it and handed their copy over.
"Thank you", said Killian.
Once back in the car and on the way home, Emma let a few tears fall and Killian noticed.
"What's wrong?"
"We're technically married right now you know. I guess I'm just really happy, you know? This-kids and marriage to a man who loves me despite every flaw I have and everything I've done-isn't something I ever thought I'd get. Now that I have you and these two, I just can't believe someone could be this happy."
"I couldn't agree more my darling." Killian took her hand, lacing their fingers together and kissed her knuckles. "You make me happier than I ever thought I could or even deserved to be."
"I can't wait to marry you tomorrow."
"Aye, me neither love…me neither."
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The wedding is the next chapter and after that only a couple chapters left to go. Thanks for bearing with me you guys. Don't forget to leave a comment! Only a month to go!