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Chapter 21- The Wedding

Emma's eyes fluttered open, having barely slept because of nerves and two tiny humans shifting around. Like she had been since getting him back, Emma did not sleep well without Killian by her side. His warmth next to her was a comforting presence, one that kept her grounded and relaxed and reminded her how loved she was. Killian had the uncanny ability to fix any situation with a few simple words:

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Last night…

"Ruby. I'm already pregnant and we've been living together for months. I'm not spending the night away from Killian!" Emma cried exasperatedly.

"Emma…it's tradition. Besides, you won't be apart that long", Ruby insisted. "It's just the night and then part of the morning." Emma pinched the bridge of her nose and released a breath. She was about to respond when she felt Killian's arms wind around her shoulders and his chest press against her back.

"Don't fret about it love. What's a few meager hours apart compared to a lifetime together?" Emma turned in his arms and hers around his neck.

"Oh my God. Are you for real?"

"I'm afraid I don't get your meaning."

"You should write instead of act. Seriously." Killian kissed her forehead. "Your vows better be amazing tomorrow Captain."

"Oh don't worry Swan. There won't be a dry eye on this entire island after tomorrow."

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Emma was shuffling out of the en-suite bathroom in all her 30 weeks glory when there was a knock at the bedroom door.

"Come in." Mary Margaret stepped in with a big smile on her face.

"How are you feeling? Those two all good?" she asked as she placed her hand on Emma's belly.

"I'm good. Des and Molly are just as nervous and excited I am."

"They just know that today is a big day. Now, Mrs. Potts said she's going to bring your breakfast and when you're done, Tink and Ruby and I will be helping you get ready." As if summoned by magic, there was a knock at the door and Mrs. Potts came in with a tray. She placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch where Emma had sat down.

"Good morning child. Nervous?"

"A little bit. Thank you for this", Emma replied, "And everything else you've done."

"Of course. It's my pleasure you know. I best be getting back downstairs. Need to make sure everything is ready for lunch and your cake!" Mrs. Potts left and Mary Margaret sat next to Emma, who was digging into her English muffin, and pulled out a small black velvet box.

"What's that?" asked Emma. She put her muffin back on the plate and turned to her mother.

"This is your something blue", replied Mary Margaret and she opened the box. Inside were a pair of dangle drop sapphire earrings bordered by diamonds. "I wore these at my wedding and my mother wore them before me and her mother before her and so on. I hoped to give these to you to wear on your wedding day and now I am, with the hope that when the time comes, Molly will wear these."

"They're gorgeous Mom. Of course!" Emma leaned over and pulled her mother into a hug and cried into her shoulder. "I'm glad you did this now, before I had any make-up on."

"I'll make sure we get the rest of your Somethings done before that." Mary Margaret kissed Emma on the forehead and stood. "You finish here and I'm going to see if the girls need any help. I'll be right back." She left Emma alone with her thoughts.

Staring at the earrings once more, Emma felt more tears flow. A family heirloom that had been passed down so many generations was something she only dreamed about. Bouncing from family to family rid her of the dream that it would be something she'd experience and now, she was holding proof that someone out there had loved her. Her mother had held onto hope that one day she would see her daughter again. Emma cried for her mother. She cried for what her parents must have gone through when they realized their baby girl was gone. She cried for her father, never being able to scare of her high school boyfriends or teach her sports. She cried for all that she'd missed with her parents. She cried for the son who had died. But mostly she cried for herself: for the lost little girl who didn't matter, and never thought she would because in the end, she did matter and would always matter.

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Emma was sitting on the toilet in her bathroom with Ruby attacking her hair one side and her mother doing her make-up on the other.

"Ow Ruby! You poked me in the head again."

"Sorry Ems. Just want to make sure these flowers stay." Ruby put in a few more bobby pins. "Done! This has to be my best work yet." Emma stood and turned her back to the mirror and Ruby handed her a small mirror so Emma could see her hair: her long blonde locks that had been curled were hanging loose down her back to between her shoulder blades except for a small part near the middle of her head where Ruby had braided a small section and pinned a small row of Buttercups into her hair, essentially giving her a crown.

"It's perfect Ruby! I love it!" Emma cried as she turned to her friend. Ruby curtsied and laughed.

"I just need to dump a couple of gallons of hairspray on this puppy and then you, Mary Margaret, can finish your masterpiece." Ruby produced what Emma was sure was an industrial sized can of hairspray and went to town. "I would advise staying away from open flames", she said when done.

"Thanks for the advice." Emma once again took her seat so her mother could finish her make-up. Ruby took her leave so she could get ready herself.

"Done!" said Mary Margaret 20 minutes later.

"That was fast."

"I wanted to keep it simple and clean." Emma took a look in the small mirror once more.

"It's perfect. Thank you, Mom."

"It's no problem sweetheart." She kissed Emma's cheek. "Okay, I have to go get ready, but Tink should be up soon so she can put you into the dress. Your father said he was going to pop in soon too. See you in a bit!" Mary Margaret left and Emma stood in the middle of her bedroom in a large fluffy blue robe, waiting for the next wedding day thing to begin.

A knock at the door brought her out of her reverie.

"Come in!" David, dressed in a sand colored suit with no tie and first two buttons undone, entered and quickly shut the door. "Hey Dad, don't you look handsome."

"Thanks princess." He gave her a quick kiss to the temple and then reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a square black box.

"What's that?"

"This is your something old." He took the top off and inside was a diamond tennis bracelet.

"Dad, it's gorgeous! Where did you get this?"

"It was my mother's. Dad gave it to her for their anniversary the year before he died. I thought you'd like to use it for today."

"Of course!" David fastened it around her right wrist and Emma moved it around and the facets caught the sunlight coming in. "It's beautiful, thank you."

"You're welcome." David kissed her again and stood to leave. "I'm going to see if your mother needs anything. I'll see you downstairs in a bit." He left and almost immediately, there was another knock. The door opened and August shuffled in, hand over his eyes.

"What are you doing?" asked Emma. "Why are you being a doofus?"

"Just making sure I don't see what I shouldn't. Are you decent?"

"Of course I am, you weirdo." August dropped his hand and smiled. "You look beautiful little sister."

"Thanks Auggie." He pulled her into a tight hug. When he pulled away she noticed that he held a couple things in his hand. "What have you brought for me?"

"Figured me out, huh?"

"My parents have given me my something blue and borrowed already." Emma pulled her hair back to reveal the earrings and then showed him her wrist. "These earrings were Ava's and this bracelet belonged to Grandma Ruth."

"Well, I'm not bringing you heirlooms. First this." August handed her a small little pouch and Emma overturned it on her hand: inside was a simple silver necklace with a single anchor as a charm. "This is your something new and it's from Graham and me. When we shopped for something to give you, the lady at the jewelry store was telling us what different things mean and she caught my attention when she said anchors meant hope. We lost hope so many times growing up that we never had any. Your mom and I were talking about fairytales yesterday, after talking with Killian about his movie."

"Ooh. She loves fairytales. Big believer."

"Exactly. I asked what was so special about them, because to me, they're just stories. She replied with: Oh August. What exactly do think fairytales are? They are a reminder that our lives will get better if we just hold onto hope. Your happy ending may not be what you expect, but that is what will make it so special."

"She sure told you."

"She's got a point. A part of me never stopped hoping that our lives would get better, that we'd leave the foster homes and the orphanage and make something of ourselves. That we'd even find someone to love us. And look at it, we did. I mean, you're getting married today and you're having babies!"

"That's why these two are going to learn about the stories we never got when we were kids." Emma rubbed her hand over her belly.

"I have something else for you." He handed her what looked like a handkerchief and a small piece of paper. "It's your something borrowed. It's from your fiancé, so I'm going to leave you to read it on your own." August stood to leave, but Emma stopped him.

"How is he?" she asked.

"Excited. Can't wait to see you and misses you." Emma had slept in their bedroom, while Killian slept on the other side of the house, in the media room since all the rooms were taken up. Everyone who'd arrived had a movie night and at the end they left the room to Killian, who insisted he didn't mind sleeping there because he found the seats comfy. He'd spent the morning getting ready in August and Graham's room.

"Tell him I love him, will you?"

"Of course. See you down there." August kissed her cheek and left. Emma unfolded the letter the handkerchief came with and read it:

My dearest and most lovely Swan,

I've just sent you off to bed and despite what I said, I wish we didn't have to spend the night apart. The feel of our children under my hand has brought me peace at night and I fear I will have trouble falling asleep. Anyways, tradition says the groom gives his bride a gift of sorts on the wedding day. This, however, is not a gift. I am lending you my favorite kerchief. It was given to me by Liam for my very first red carpet. It is what brought me to you. If I had chosen to join the navy, I fear I would never have met you. I would have probably died along with Liam. I miss him every single day, but I regret nothing of my life because everything that happened and everything I did has put me on the path that led me to you. So carry this with you today, and remember how much I love you and that I would not change a moment of my life lest it never allow me to meet you.

I love you Emma…until the ends of the Earth or time.

K.

"Thank God for waterproof make-up!" Emma's head snapped up to see Tink and her mother come into her bedroom, dress form in tow. Mary Margaret helped Emma fix up her face.

"Well, today is Thanksgiving."

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Emma held her dress as she and her father followed Ruby out to the yard and down the path that would lead them to the stretch of beach where she and Killian would say their vows. A small arch had been set up at the gate with white and yellow cloths covering a part so the bride couldn't be seen. On the other side of the fence, all their guests stood waiting.

"You ready for this princess?" David asked.

"I was born ready." Emma placed her hand in the crook of David's elbow and picked up her bouquet of buttercups that had been tied with the handkerchief Killian had lent her. Like her father and everyone there, Emma wore no shoes. When they stepped onto the sand, she took a second to scrunch her toes into the sand as she looked at her groom where he stood close to the water, humongous smile on his face. He wore suspenders and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to the elbow.

Emma didn't think it was possible for Killian to look even more gorgeous than he already did, but the suspenders amplified it by 1000. The Wayfarer sunglasses he wore just added to his appeal and she couldn't help but give a small laugh at the fact that his white tuxedo shirt had at least three buttons undone. Like her, Killian was shoeless.

Emma had toyed with many different songs to walk down the aisle to. "Going to the Chapel", "A Thousand Years", "Canon in D"…and all the super traditional songs she found in a Pinterest search. She had no idea what she was going to do until the day before the wedding, when her iPod (on random) started playing "Make You Feel My Love" by Adele. Within moments of hearing the song, she decided. It had been the song Killian had played for her after all.

She saw Graham nod at August who hit play on a small Bose speaker and the song began playing, giving David and Emma the cue to begin their walk. There was no aisle runner and the guests weren't seated, they stood in groups and formed their own makeshift aisle that lead to where Graham stood with Killian and August to his left and Ruby to his right. As they got closer, Emma could see that Killian's jaw had dropped and his mouth hung slightly open as he watched her walk towards him.

When they reached the end, David leaned in and placed a kiss on Emma's forehead.

"I love you princess."

"I love you too Dad." David place Emma's hand in Killian's and took his spot next Mary Margaret.

"You look beautiful Emma." Killian pulled Emma's hand up and kissed her lightly on the knuckles

"You don't look so bad yourself", she retorted. They were interrupted by a throat clearing.

"You two done?" asked Graham. "May-may I begin?" Emma rolled her eyes.

"Please proceed mate."

"I know this is where I'm supposed to talk about how marriage is a sacred bond and not something that's entered into lightly. But, if I know anything about these two, it's that they understand this and I don't have to explain it to them. You two have gone through enough on your own and together. As family of the bride, I do have to repeat what I said to you a while ago Killian: this is my sister. I love her and if you do anything to hurt her, well…I'm in polite company, so I won't go into detail."

The group and even Emma and Killian couldn't help but laugh at Graham's quip.

"I promise you mate, I won't stop you."

"Good. Anyways, let's continue shall we?"

"Please do big brother", said Emma. Graham cleared his throat and pulled some note cards from his pocket.

"There is a small bit of script I've got to follow: Killian and Emma, do you, with your family and friends as your witnesses, present yourselves willingly and of your own accord to be joined in marriage?"

"We do", they both answered.

"Will you promise to care for each other in the joys and sorrows of life, come what may, and to share the responsibility for growth and enrichment of your life together?"

"We will."

"Our lovely bride and groom have chosen to write their own vows, so go ahead guys and remember, we don't have a lot of tissues, yeah?" They all laughed again. "Go ahead Killian." Killian removed his sunglasses and placed them in the pocket of his pants. He took Emma's hands in his after she handed Ruby her bouquet.

"I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But it happened…and I love you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I have ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I vow to always be yours. You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars. I vow to love you all my life, until my dying day."

Killian noticed a few tears falling down Emma's cheeks, so he reached up and wiped them away with the back of his hand.

"Emma, little sister, it's your turn", said Graham. Emma nodded and took a breath before going on.

"When we met, you smiled at me and all I could think was 'Oh shit'." Everyone took the opportunity to laugh out loud. When they calmed down, Emma continued. "Maybe I was scared because you mean more to me than any other person. I think I fell in love with you because you loved me when I couldn't love myself. I vow to love you forever. You've given me two of the greatest things that I'll ever have…even if they're not here yet. I was already halfway in before I even realized I began. I love you Killian Jones, and I always will."

"Time for the rings. August, please hand Killian the ring." August pulled the ring from his pocket and handed it to Killian. "Killian, take the ring and place it on Emma's left hand and repeat after me: I give you this ring as a reminder-"

"Swan, I give you this ring as a reminder-"

"-that I will love, honor, and cherish you."

"-that I will love, honor, and cherish you."

"In all times, in all places, and in all ways forever."

"In all times, in all places, and in all ways forever."

Killian slid the ring over Emma's finger, making sure it was snug next to her engagement ring and bent to kiss it once more.

"Emma, you're turn. Ruby, the ring." Ruby handed Emma Killian's wedding band and she held it over his ring finger.

"Repeat after me: I give you this ring as a reminder-"

"Killian, I give you this ring as a reminder-"

"-that I will love, honor, and cherish you."

"-that I will love, honor, and cherish you."

"In all times, in all places, and in all ways forever."

"In all times, in all places, and in all ways forever."

Emma slid the ring over Killian's finger and laced their fingers together. Graham switched his cards.

"Having pledged their fidelity to one another, to love, honor and cherish one another in the presence of this gathering family and friends on this day of thanks, and by the authority vested in me by internet guys, it's my honor to now pronounce you two husband and wife. Killian, you may now kiss your bride."

Before Killian had a chance to lean in to kiss her, Emma grabbed him by the suspenders and pulled him to her. His hands came to rest on the sides of her belly and her arms went around his neck to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss began to get heated and they only broke apart when they heard a throat clearing.

"Really?"

"Sorry." Emma wiped at Killian's lips to get rid of some of her lipstick that had smeared on them.

"Anyways…Family and friends, it is my absolute honor to be the first to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Killian and Emma Jones!"

The group broke out in applause and cheers, surrounding them. They were pulled apart to receive hugs and congratulations from everyone. For the first time in her life, Emma was pulled into a true family group hug.

"I'm so proud and happy for you sweetheart", cried Mary Margaret.

"I always worried that I would never have a family and now, I have more family than I know what to do with."

"Okay, we need to get some pictures of our lovely couple!" called Ruby. Robin, Regina's husband, was an amateur photographer (and incredibly skilled with a bow and arrow, i.e. deadly) and had volunteered to take pictures of the day. He'd been snapping away during the ceremony, and now it was time for the traditional after pictures.

Robin had the newlyweds pose in whichever way made them comfortable and how they want wanted. Then there were pictures with family members (David, Mary Margaret, Tink, August, and Graham) and one where Killian sunk to his knees in the sand, placed his hands on her belly, and kissed it. The way they were position in relation to the sun had cast them in shadow and made for a gorgeous picture.

"Are we done?" Emma asked Ruby. "I'm eating for three and right now, I've got two kids kicking around in here wanting their turkey."

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Thanksgiving lunch was going to be served on the patio, so they'd set up a long table to accommodate Killian, Emma, Mary Margaret, David, August, Graham, Regina, Robin, Roland, Will, Belle, Ruby, Adam, Smee, and Mrs. Potts. Emma and Tink were chatting by the cake when Killian walked up to interrupt.

"My darling wife, Tink…I'd like to introduce you to my father, rather the man who plays him. Ladies, this is Adam. Mate, you've met Emma and this is my sister Rose Bell, but she goes by Tink", said Killian.

"Lovely to see you again Miss Swan." Adam kissed Emma's hand. "I should actually be calling you Mrs. Jones now, shouldn't I?"

"While I love how Mrs. Jones sounds, you know you can call me Emma."

"Of course." He turned to face Tink, whose cheeks held a slight tinge of pink, and took her hand in his. "And Miss Bell. I'm honored to meet you." He bent slowly to kiss her hand as well, never taking his eyes off her.

"Yeah. Right. Yeah, it's nice to meet you too. Um…I think…uh…Mrs. Potts is calling me. I'll be right back." Tink rushed inside, leaving the three of them bewildered.

"Well, I hope I've not done anything to scare her off", said Adam. Emma scoffed.

"Nah, she's fine. I think she might like you."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah."

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