I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took me forever to figure out how I was going to do the wedding part. I hope it's not horrible. Thank you for reading and as always thank you for the reviews, follows, and favorites!

It took them a month to plan, every day they blocked out 4 hours for tireless planning, tasting, fitting, and picking of fabrics and linens. Emma walked into her room, tired but happy that the planning was finally over as Killian followed her. His arms wrapping around her told her that he was starting to get tired of waiting to take her any way and every way. Emma smiled, turning in his arms as she placed a soft kiss on his lips and pushing him away when he tried to deepen the kiss. It had been remarkably easy for Emma to keep him at bay, but Killian was really having a hard time.

Emma laid on their bed, letting out a loud sigh as her body relaxed against the down feather bed. Killian landed next to her, finding her left hand with his right. The room was almost eerily quiet as they lay there. The twins had gone down just a few minutes to sleep as the sun dipped behind the mountains on the horizon casting a pink orange hue in the room.

"Just a week," Killian said squeezing her hand and turning his head towards her, "One week and you shall be Mrs. Killian Jones."

Emma turned on her side, letting go of Killian's hand and resting a hand on his chest.

"It's insane right?" Emma said, "It feels like not long ago I was chaining you at the top of the bean stalk." Emma laughed as her hand absentmindedly caressed his chest.

"We've had many an adventure together," Killian said smirking, "Not unlike your parents."

"That we have," Emma said, standing up and walking to the balcony, watching the sun disappear. Emma stood for a few minutes before Killian was behind her wrapping his arms around her middle and resting his chin on her shoulder. Emma laid her arms on top of his, feeling the cool air that began to settle as the light from the sun dissipated. Emma had to fight the urge to drag Killian to the bed and have her way with him, but a week was nothing compared to the last month or so they had waited. Emma broke free of the pirate's embrace and grabbed his hand, leading him to their bed. Once they were under their covers, Killian did what he had done every night since Emma had suggested they wait until they got married to have sex. Emma could feel that he wanted her when he cuddled her from behind, a coy smile going across her face as she backed up just enough to tease him.

"Mmmm, Swan," Killian said into her hair, "You'll be the death of me." Emma giggled as she snuggled fully against him, pulling his arms around her as she fell asleep.

One week later

Emma stood in the room with 3 mirrors as the seamstress put the final touches on her dress. The veil that she had picked was attached to the princess crown that had been passed down to her mother from her grandmother Ava and from her mother as well. Emma stood looking at the extravagant gown her mother had insisted looked absolutely stunning on her. Emma wasn't usually one to wear dresses, but she had to admit she loved the feel of the gown as she swayed. Once the woman was done making alterations her mother came in beaming from ear to ear as she carried Johanna in her arms.

"You look-" Snow started, her voice catching as happy tears welled in her eyes, "Beautiful."

Emma turned to face her mother, her gown swaying as she walks towards her awkwardly. She had been practicing walking in gowns since they had gotten to the Enchanted Forest just in case she was invited to her first ball. Her mother had insisted, but she secretly loved it. Johanna was asleep in her mother's arms as Snow walked towards her, the beaming smile never leaving her face. Emma wrung her hands as she stood before her mother, a servant putting the crown veil on her head and splaying the veil over her face.

"Thank you." Emma mumbled to the woman.

"Yes, your majesty." The woman humbly bowed and then walked out of the room.

"I still can't get used to that." Emma said, looking at her mother.

"Well, you're going to have to," Snow said, nudging Emma with her elbow to look in the mirror, "because you are a princess." Emma smiled at her mother through her veil in the mirror. She was right. She was a real princess, she was a royal. The door opened as Henry strutted in, dressed in full prince attire, beaming as he took in the sight of his princess mother.

"It's time," Henry said, her mother rushing out to take her seat, "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Emma said, taking her son's arm and taking a deep breath.

He was much taller than she remembered, even though she was wearing heels. The move to the Enchanted Forest had brought something out in him, a manliness she wasn't prepared for. Her son guided her to the double doors that led to the room she would marry her true love. Emma turned her head to look at Henry as her father took his place on her arm and Henry took his cue to carry his parent's rings down the aisle.

Emma looked at her father, dressed similarly to Henry, their family crest on his chest. His excitement and adoration showed in his smile as he patted her hand on his arm, the doors opening to a sea of faces turning her way. Even though it seemed the entire kingdom was there, Emma could only see him.

Killian was standing at the same alter her parents had been married under, the flowers a soft shade of purple as she walked down the aisle with her father. Emma could faintly here excited whispers as she made her way towards the alter, her father squeezing her hand reassuringly as they got closer. Once they reached the end, she and her father turned towards the alter Killian was beaming from.

"Who gives this beautiful princess away?" The priest asked. David looked at Emma tears welling in his eyes.

"Her mother, Henry, and I do." David said, wiping the tear away that had tried to escape down his cheek.

David turned and kissed Emma through her veil before guiding her up the few steps onto the alter, giving Emma's hand to Killian. Killian held her hands in his; slightly stilling the shaking that was reverberating in her entire body. Killian squeezed Emma's hands, giving her a reassuring look.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…" the priest started and then the room faded away. All she could see was Killian's blue eyes, love dancing behind them.

"Emma?" Killian said.

"Huh?" Emma said bewildered.

"It's your turn to speak, love." Killian said smiling as the crowd laughed softly.

"Oh," Emma said shakily as she smiled and pulled a piece of paper out of a small pocket she had made the seamstress add to her dress. As she unfolded it she took a deep breath, "Killian, the first time I met you, it ended in me chaining you to the top of a beanstalk. Since then we've grown in so many ways, me in more ways than others." Emma laughed and the crowd followed suit, "I've imagined what my wedding day would be like since I was a little girl, a white knight rescuing me from my foster homes and taking me to his castle. I never expected to fall for a pirate; I never expected to fall so hard. I never expected a pirate to be the one to whisk me away to a castle. You're an amazing father, to our twins and to Henry. You are always there for me even if it means risking your own life. You traded the Jolly Roger… for me! I never expected you, Killian Jones, but I can't imagine my life any other way."

Killian cleared his throat, clearly fighting back tears as he looked at Emma with such deep love in his eyes.

"I didn't write anything down," Killian said, laughing nervously "I suppose I thought I would have clear enough mind to say how I feel, but now I think I should have gone first." Everyone softly laughed, "And that is what I love about you, my swan, you can leave me speechless in the most unexpected of times. The first moment I saw you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. And yes, I did try to kill you multiple times, but to be fair you did as well. That day Henry was taken, I turned around for you, even if you wanted nothing to do with me. I knew once you kissed me in that jungle that I would love you forever. That is why when your family became cursed again, I knew I had to get you back to them, to show you that I had your very best at heart. I love seeing you with our children, I love spending time with Henry, and dare I say, I love your family, however crazy and huge it may appear. I love you, every bit of you, and I am so honored that you agreed to marry me."

Emma dabbed the tears away, trying not to mess up her mascara as Henry walked up with the rings. Emma took Killian's ring and Killian took Emma's.

"Emma, you may place Killian's ring on his left ring finger." The priest said.

Emma picked up his left hand, the hand that had not been there just a few months before. She had known him longer without it that with it, but somehow she couldn't imagine him without it. Emma slid the ring as the priest began to speak.

"Do you, Emma, promise to take this man as your husband and love him for all eternity?" The priest said, his voice bouncing off of the stone walls.

"I do." She said, moving her hand to see the golden band on Killian's finder.

"Killian, you may place Emma's ring on her left ring finger." The priest said.

Killian gently picked up her hand, kissing it softly before sliding the band onto her finger next to her engagement ring.

"Do you, Killian, promise to take this woman as your wife and love her for all eternity?" The priest said as his voice once again reverberated through the room.

"I do. Always." Killian said smiling at Emma with such love.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The priest said, cheering resounding through the crowd as Killian lifted her veil, a tear running down her cheek.

"I love you." Killian said, tears rolling down his face.

"I love you, too." Emma said before Killian's mouth was on hers.

At first it was hard, but then it was soft and lovingly. Emma had to tear herself away, not wanting to have a make-out session in front of her family and friends. Ruby whistled a cat call as Killian lifted Emma into the air. A few hours later they departed, their bags already packed for their honeymoon at the summer palace that her mother had prepared.