"Excuse me, can I cut in?"

Emma and Killian turn to Snow. "I would like to dance with my daughter," she says, smiling at the two of them.

"Of course," Killian says, stepping aside.

Emma smiles at Killian and then glances her mother. "So, you told Red..."

Snow shrugs. "I'm sorry; I should have let you know first that I told Red about your vision but what's done is done," she reasons. "Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad," she reassures her, "I told Killian about my vision,"

"You will have to obviously tell your father about it too,"

"I know," Emma muses.

"I would not keep it from him for very long," Snow advises, "I only told Red in confidence,"

"I do plan on telling him very soon but not now; maybe after the wedding," Emma promises, glancing back at her father and then to her mom, sighing and wanting to change the subject. "You've been so wonderful about everything these past couple of weeks. Thank you mom,"

Snow takes a moment and hugs her. "I told Killian before that things do work out; he just needs to have faith," she says.

Emma smiles at her hopefully, "I do have faith," she says.

"You have these visions for a reason Emma; if not to change the future, then why have them at all?"

"I thought it would be such a burden to know the future but it doesn't have to be that way. I have you, Red and Killian – and eventually, daddy too,"

Snow touches her cheek fondly. "You don't have to be scared of your father, Emma. He loves you so much and only wants your happiness. If he knew you were in trouble, he would not hesitate to help you," she reasons. "You can wait until after the wedding to tell him but I would not recommend keeping this from him for very long,"

"Thank you, I know mother,"

Snow kisses her cheek, curtsies and joins Charming as Killian rejoins Emma once again. "Darling, is everything all right?"

Emma glances back at her parents and then to Killian. She beckons him closer and wraps her arms around him, swaying slowly. "We have to tell my father the truth about my vision after the wedding," she says and Killian looks at her uneasily. "I would rather he hear the truth from me than from someone else,"

Killian hesitates and Emma looks at him curiously.

"Killian, what is it?"

"Your mom, godmother and I aren't the only ones who know about your vision. I told Starkey and Smee last night," he confesses.

Emma doesn't know what to say.

"I know I probably shouldn't have said anything but I trust them both with my life. They've always been loyal to me," he continues, "In any event, we came up with a brilliant plan to save you and our baby,"

"What plan is this?" she asks wearily.

Killian leans in closer and whispers it into her ear; Emma pulls away suddenly, looking at him. "To Neverland?" she questions, "but I was here when it happened,"

"You'll be protected Emma; you and the baby will be safe from this evil and that is my only concern. At least think about it love, for me?" he pleads.

Emma smiles at him. "I'll think about it, I promise,"

Emma wishes she could party all night; she and Killian will have a big day tomorrow and she does desperately needs her sleep. Her parents certainly do, ducking out early but not before saying goodnight.

"Don't stay up too late," Snow advises, "You have to look beautiful for your fiancé tomorrow,"

Snow looks at Killian and then to Emma again. "My little girl is getting married. I've thought about this for so long, dreamed about it..." she cries.

Emma rolls her eyes and looks to her father. "Please stop her daddy; she's getting all sentimental," she says flatly, "I'll still have a room in the castle,"

Charming pats her shoulder. "Come on, honey," he says, pulling her away.

He glances at Emma and Killian. "Good night both of you and have a good time (but remember to behave)," he says.

Killian smiles proudly. "I have every intention of behaving properly tonight," he assures him, "and I promise not to keep her up too late,"

Charming hugs Emma, nods to Killian and leaves with Snow. Emma turns to Killian and buries her head in his chest. "We can stay up a little longer but actually, I am starting to get tired now," she says.

Killian wraps his arms around her, smiling warmly at her. "I can't wait until I can hold you in my arms all night, love," he whispers.

"Tomorrow isn't that far away,"

He kisses her forehead then cheek. "I know, love," her whispers again, "if I could join you tonight in bed, I wouldn't hesitate to,"

"This is really happening, isn't it? It didn't seem likely that long ago that we would be celebrating our engagement; much less preparing for a wedding but here we are," she reflects.

"Here we are," he agrees, "if you're still too tired, would you mind if I escorted you back to your room?"

"I wouldn't mind that at all,"

"I'm very proud of you," Snow notes removing her jewelry and changing out of her gown. Charming looks at her curiously. "Just that you actually took my advice to heart,"

"And what advice would that be?" he wonders.

Snow smiles. "The one about letting Emma have her happiness," she reminds him, "I know this union has not been easy for you to accept,"

"All that matters is Emma's happiness and I refuse to continue standing in the way of that. And he loves her, really loves her. Did you see the way he doted on her tonight? It's like you and I, and everyone else didn't even matter," he reasons.

Snow finally undresses and puts on her nightgown and walks out to him. "I'm glad you see it finally," she says, "I don't want to be estranged from our daughter, David,"

"I know. I don't want that either." he muses, look at her. "Even though she marries tomorrow, she'll always be our Emma,"

"Of course she will,"

Emma's in high spirits when Killian escorts her back to her room. She had been so preoccupied as of late worrying about her visions but she really does feel better knowing that she's not alone worrying about them. She turns to Killian, kissing him suddenly and smiling dreamily.

"What was that?" he wonders.

"I'm just happy," Emma muses, "This is the happiest I've been in a long time and tomorrow, I will be marrying the man I love. He's roguish with the most amazing blue eyes, dark hair and just being near him makes me excited,"

Killian grins. "This roguish man – your fiancé – being around him makes you excited, huh?" he teases.

"Very,"

He kisses her again, savoring every moment, gliding his lips across hers. "Tell me something darling, how excited do I make you?" he whispers, cupping her cheeks.

Emma feels a heat envelop her lower body and her cheeks turn a shade of scarlett. "You have very," she struggles, "powerful seductive powers, Killian Jones. I thought you knew that by now?"

He smiles at her. "I'll have to thank the heavens for that but I have a confession Emma: you seduced me a long time ago on the Roger. It was actually your first night there, when you laid in my bed,"

She looks at him curiously. "If I recall correctly, you kicked me out after that incident,"

"...which I still don't regret because you weren't ready for that kind of sexual intimacy but things definitely started to change after that night. They did for me at least. I couldn't get you out of my head and it makes me hot, remembering what happened next,"

Emma feels her cheeks flush again, staring at him. She never talked to him about what happened after he kicked her out of his cabin. She couldn't then obviously because they were just getting to know each other.

Now, it appears their experiences that night were not that different from each other.

"Emma?"

"Uh huh?"

Killian stares at her and she looks away from him, almost embarrassed to admit it aloud. He leans down, kissing her forehead and then her cheek. "Good night love," he whispers, "I'll see you tomorrow at the alter,"

"Good night," she whispers.

Emma's still restless after changing out of her gown and into her night clothes. Her mind continues to linger on the memory of that first night on board the Roger. She never considered the reason why Killian turned her away was because he was attracted to her then. But if he also had vivid sexual dreams that night, it would explain why he behaved strangely the following morning.

Emma shakes her head, brushing her hair to one side and then slips into bed. She's still restless but it's not from the memory.

Tomorrow, in addition to her wedding day, will also be her wedding night.

"Oh Emma," she cries to herself, covering her face under the covers.

tbc