Title: Accidentally in Love
Author: Steph aka CaptainSwanLuver
Rating: PG
Pairing: Killian/Emma
Characters: Killian, Emma, Belle, David, Mary Margaret, Robin.
Category: Romance/Humor/Drama
Disclaimer: I do this out of a love for this couple. No infringement is intended.
Spoilers: Nope!
Summary: Emma Swan needs to be married by 30 in order to receive the money from her trust fund and save her failing business. Killian Jones is the thief who just tried to rob her store. The two strike a deal: Killian will pretend to marry Emma and she won't send him to jail.
Note: Thanks for your responses to the last part and for reading! The next part will be the last part. Hope you enjoy this one! -Steph
…Accidentally in Love: Part 12/13...
~I'm a fan of every part of you.~
The next month was the happiest of Emma and Killian's lives. They made up for lost time by spending every moment they could together. As they did, they started learning all of the little things about each other that you can only learn in time. She learned he loved peas. He learned she hated them. He learned she hogged the covers on the bed and she learned he had cold feet. Killian learned Emma was rather messy and she learned he was a neat freak. Everything they learned about each other made them feel closer. Somehow, they fell even more in love.
Emma's parents had invited them over for dinner that night. Friday night dinners had become an accidental tradition with them over the last month and Emma liked the routine of it.
Killian had been spending so much time at Emma's that she had cleaned out a drawer for him and made some space in the closet. She sat on the bed now, watching him get ready. For once, she was waiting for him. She smiled, as his tongue snaked out and he struggled with his tie. She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head against his back.
He grinned at her touch, his hands stilling. "Uh, love, I hate to complain, but this isn't helping matters."
Emma smiled and came around to stand in front of him, as she reached up to do his tie. "How is it that you were able to do a tie every time you went over my parents during the ruse?"
He shrugged. "I got Martha to do it."
Emma laughed and then yanked his tie so that his lips lowered to hers in a kiss. The kiss quickly grew heated and Killian had to force himself to part from her.
"We're going to be late again," he breathed, his tongue running across his lower lip, still tasting her.
Emma brought her lips to his neck and began sucking. "I think my parents have come to expect that from us. We wouldn't want to disappoint them."
Killian closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her, as he trailed his hands down her back. He shook his head and sucked in a breath, taking a step back from her.
"You are so bloody hard to resist," he whispered.
She smiled, her eyes darkening with desire for him. "Then don't."
But he knew something she didn't. Tonight was going to be a night to remember and they needed to be on time.
"Love, as much as I would like nothing more than to spend the entire evening doing this…and so much more…with you, we can't be late."
Emma eyed him suspiciously. "And why not?"
He swallowed hard. "Because it's quite rude."
Emma arched an eyebrow. "Since when are you concerned about being late to my parents? You are usually the one distracting me and causing our tardiness. Is something going on?"
Killian shook his head, but didn't meet her eyes. "Of course not. Just trying to be respectful to your parents. I wouldn't want them to dislike me after I worked so hard to win them over."
Emma brought her hand up to cup his cheek. "Who could ever dislike you?"
Killian laughed heartily. "I seem to remember that you weren't too fond of me when we first met."
Emma tilted her head. "You were trying to steal from me."
"Aye, that I was," he said with a nod. "But you tore up the information sheet that I had written about myself. I figured you had no interest in ever knowing the true me."
Emma chewed on her lower lip. "Yeah, sorry about that. I think I was just trying to protect myself. Killian, I think the moment I saw you I knew you could change my life and that scared me. So, I figured if I didn't learn about the real you then maybe that wouldn't happen."
He smiled. "It happened anyway."
She nodded. "Yes, it did. I couldn't resist you. Still can't." She paused and then added, "I have a confession to make."
His eyebrows raised in surprise. "What is it, love?"
Emma moved to her nightstand and pulled out a piece of paper. She walked back over and handed it to him.
His eyes widened in disbelief. It was the information sheet he had given her that she had torn up without ever looking at. It had been painstakingly taped back together.
"You kept this?" he asked.
She nodded. "I did."
He gestured at it with his free hand. "And you taped it back together?"
"I did."
His eyes scanned her face. "Why?"
She smiled gently at him. "After you left that day, I was ready to throw the pieces into the garbage, but then I thought about how wrong that was. To take a man's life, to take parts of him, and just throw them away like they didn't matter. So I put the pieces in a plastic bag instead, took it home, and placed it in the drawer."
"When did you put it back together?"
"After the shower when you told me about your family and Milah. I had this burning desire to know more about you."
He smiled, shaking his head at the paper. "This must have taken you hours."
Emma nodded. "It did, but I'm glad I did it. It helped me see who you really are."
His eyes narrowed for a moment. "Wait a minute. So when I took you sailing and for that pizza picnic in the park, you knew that was my idea of a perfect day?"
Emma bit at her lip worriedly. "I did. Are you mad?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "How could I be? I think that day was a turning point for us. It was the first time we spent time together, just two of us, no pretending. I think I knew deep down that I was in big trouble."
Emma smiled. "I know I did. I kept denying it, but I knew I was falling for you. To be honest, I'm pretty sure I'd already fallen and hard. I just couldn't admit it to myself yet."
Killian placed the paper on the bureau and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You know, love, this is just the tip of the iceberg. Killian Jones has a lot of layers. I'm like an onion."
Emma laughed, as he placed a kiss to her forehead. "Thankfully, you smell so much better than an onion."
He bobbed his head, "Aye, however, like an onion, I tend to make you cry."
Emma chuckled. "You do have a tendency to do that."
He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. "I will make it my duty to only produce happy tears in you from now on, Emma. How does that sound?"
Emma lifted her lips to his and said, "I like the sound of that."
He pulled back and gestured to his tie. "I do believe you were going to assist me with this."
Emma smiled as she tied it for him. She then slipped her hand in his.
"Let's go."
…
~I hope it's my job to protect your heart.~
Mary Margaret opened the door and enveloped them in hugs, just as she always did. David appeared, kissed Emma's cheek and shook Killian's hand.
Mary Margaret stepped back and shook her head at them. "I swear you two are just sweetest couple I've ever seen."
Emma placed her head on Killian's shoulder and smiled. "Thanks, Mom."
David hooked his thumb in the direction of the dining room. "Well, as usual, you two are late, so dinner is already ready."
Emma rolled her eyes. "We were five minutes late, Dad."
"You know what they say," he began. "Punctuality is the politeness of kings."
Mary Margaret swatted his arm. "Oh, leave them alone, David. They're in love."
Emma smiled up at Killian, as he offered her parents a grin and said, "They also say punctuality is the virtue of the bored."
Emma chuckled softly, her eyes focused on his. "And we are certainly not bored."
David rolled his eyes. "Give it 35 years," he muttered.
Mary Margaret gasped and slapped his arm. "David!"
He laughed and put his arm around his wife's shoulders, placing a kiss to her temple. "I was joking, dear. I could never grow bored of you."
Killian smiled at them and then looked down at Emma. "If we're half as in love as you two are in 35 years, then I will consider us very lucky."
Emma raised a brow at him. "35 years, huh? That's a long time."
"Not long enough," he said, as he placed a kiss to her lips.
Emma breathed a sigh of contentment, as they all took their seats at the dinner table.
As the appetizer was served, Mary Margaret looked at Killian. "How are your classes going?"
He nodded. "Fantastic. I'll be finished soon. I'd like to start college classes in the fall."
"Any thoughts about what you'd like to study?" David asked.
"Aye. I've been thinking about it and I've always had an interest in literature, so I thought that might be a good choice," he said.
Emma bobbed her head. "As the owner of a bookstore, I think that's a great choice."
The meal continued and soon it was time for the entrée.
Mary Margaret smiled at Killian. "I have a surprise for you, Killian. I had the staff prepare your favorite, lamb."
Emma's eyes widened as she realized she had neglected to tell her parents that Killian was really a vegetarian.
He swallowed hard, as he glanced at Emma. "Mrs. Nolan. Thank you so much. I am sure-…"
Emma placed her hand over his and shook her head. "No, Killian, no more lying."
Mary Margaret's eyebrows raised. "Did you not like the way the lamb was prepared last time?"
Emma shook her head. "It's not that, Mom. Killian is a vegetarian."
David and Mary Margaret's eyes widened. "A vegetarian?" David repeated.
Emma nodded. "Yes, I didn't know the first time I introduced you and so Killian pretended to get sick so he wouldn't have to eat the lamb. And, come to think of it, every time we've been over since the truth came out you haven't served meat so it just slipped my mind."
Mary Margaret shook her head and laughed. "Oh, well, good. I actually can't stand lamb!"
"Neither can I!" David said.
All four erupted in laughter.
When the laughter subsided, David gestured to the meal before them. "Well, what do you say to pizza for dinner instead?"
"Pizza!" Mary Margaret said. "I haven't had pizza in ages. That sounds delicious."
Emma shook her head. "But the staff went to all of this trouble. We shouldn't waste the lamb."
Mary Margaret waved her hand in dismissal. "Don't worry, dear. The staff loves lamb. They'll enjoy eating it all."
"Pizza it is then," David said, as he stood up and disappeared for a few moments.
"All set. Pizza should be here in 25 minutes."
They set about eating the rest of the meal and laughing at Killian's previous attempts to conceal he was a vegetarian. Soon, the doorbell rang and Greta went to answer it. She came back in and placed two small pizza boxes on the table.
Killian stood and opened the top box. Emma's eyes widened at what she saw. Inside the box, was a heart-shaped pizza. Spelled out in pineapple and broccoli was 'Emma, will you marry me?'
"Killian," she breathed, not realizing he had dropped to his knee in front of her and was now holding a velvet ring box up.
He took her hands in his. "Emma, the day I walked into your life was the best day of mine. You turned my world upside down and I am so grateful you did. I cannot imagine my life without you. You believe in me and see the good in me. I will make it my mission to spend the rest of my days making you happy. I love you with all of my heart. Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?" He paused and then added with a lopsided grin, "For real this time."
She vaguely heard her mother gasp behind her.
Emma felt tears begin to stream down her cheeks, as she furiously nodded her head. "Yes, Killian, I will marry you. Nothing would make me happier."
Killian released a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, as she cupped his face and kissed him. When they parted, he opened the box and she sucked in a breath at the sight of the ring, a simple one carat princess cut diamond.
He swallowed hard. "I know it's not much, but it's all I could afford at the moment. But I am saving to buy you a nicer one and-…"
She cut him off with a firm shake of her head. "Don't you dare. It's perfect."
A smile spread across his lips, as he removed the ring. Emma held out her hand and he slipped the ring onto her finger. She and Killian had both taken to wearing their rings from their faux wedding on chains around their necks as a remembrance of what brought them together, but this new ring was a symbol of their love and was not tainted by any lies.
Killian stood then and pulled her into his arms.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear.
"I love you, Emma," he replied back.
They were interrupted by the sound of clapping and separated to find her parents smiling from ear-to-ear. Mary Margaret embraced them, as David extended his hand to Killian.
"Welcome to the family, Killian," he said. "For real this time."
Killian smiled. "I am proud to be a part of your family." He paused and then added softly. "It's nice to have one again."
Emma looked up at him. "You're never going to be alone again."
He placed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm holding you to that."
Emma's brow suddenly furrowed and she looked from Killian to her parents. "Wait a minute. Were you all in on this together?"
Mary Margaret smiled devilishly. "Guilty."
Emma's mouth dropped open as she looked at her new fiancé. "You planned all of this and got my parents to help?"
Killian nodded. "Aye, love, that I did."
"So the whole lamb for dinner thing?"
Mary Margaret laughed. "Killian told us weeks ago he was a vegetarian, which is why we haven't served meat for dinner since."
"Weeks ago?"
David bobbed his head. "Yes, when he came to ask for your hand in marriage."
Emma looked up at Killian. "That must have been right after we got back together."
Killian grinned. "That it was. I knew I was never going to let you go again and I couldn't wait to make it official. I wanted you to be my bride, for real this time."
Emma arched an eyebrow, but smiled. "So you got my parents to lie for you?"
David chuckled. "Payback, sweetheart."
Emma laughed and slipped her hand in Killian's. "I guess I can forgive you all."
Mary Margaret smiled and clapped her hands together. "Good, because we have another wedding to plan. And this one is the real deal this time."
Emma smiled up at her fiancé. "Yes, it is."
"So that means I can go all out, right? Invite as many people as I want?"
Emma nodded with a smile. "Knock yourself out, Mom."
Killian's eyes swept across Emma's face. "I don't care about anything except making this incredible woman my wife. We could get married in the bar for all I care."
Mary Margaret gasped in horror. "That is not happening."
All four laughed. Emma glanced down at the pizza covered in pineapple and broccoli.
She wrinkled her nose at Killian. "I hate to complain because this was the sweetest thing ever, but I hate broccoli and how it makes everything taste like it. So-…"
He cut her off by lifting the top of the second box. This one was evenly split down the middle: broccoli on one side, pineapple on the other.
She smiled up at him. "You know me so well."
He laughed and kissed her.
…
~I have no intention of letting you down.~
Later that night, Emma and Killian were lying in bed after making love. Emma's head was resting on his chest, their hands linked. Killian brought her hand up and kissed her ring finger.
She smiled and shook her head. "I can't believe we're really engaged. It doesn't seem real," she said, looking up at him.
"Oh, it's real, love," he said, his fingertips skimming across the soft skin of her bare back.
Emma blinked back tears. "I know. I guess I'm just having a hard time believing it. There were times when we were apart that I just felt so hopeless. I felt like I would never have my parents back and never get to be with you again. And now I have everything I could ever want. I'm so happy. It just feels too good to be true. It's like I'm afraid it will all end."
Killian brought his hand up to her chin. "Hey, I understand why you feel that way after I broke your heart twice. And I can't promise that things will always be smooth sailing. Things happen in life that we have no control over. But I can promise you this, Emma. Whatever comes our way, we'll deal it with it together."
Emma smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Killian licked at his lips nervously, his voice emerging softly, "Are you, um, happy with the proposal, Emma?"
Emma's eyes widened. "Happy? More like ecstatic. Why would you even question it?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I wanted to do something that had meaning to us and so I thought of that perfect day we spent together getting to know each other. And I came up with the pizza idea. But then I remembered the proposal you had dreamed up for fake Killian and Emma. The horse drawn carriage and the dozen red roses. I began to think you would prefer something more extravagant."
Emma brought her hand up to stroke his cheek, her thumb resting on his chin. "I can't think of a better proposal. That was perfect for us. Not fake Killian and Emma. But me and you, which is a thousand times better."
Killian smiled, as he placed a kiss to her lips. "I haven't a clue what I did to deserve you, but I'm sure glad I did it."
"Same here," Emma said, as she placed her head back on his chest.
"I can't wait to marry you, Emma," he whispered, his hand stroking her hair.
Emma listened to the steady thump of his heart, knowing it beat for her.
"Neither can I," she said softly, a content smile upon her lips.
…
End of Part 12
Thanks for reading. Next part is the last part. Please let me know what you thought! ~Steph