A/N: The CS Hiatus Challenge Day 36 Photo prompt helped me add something to the larger story for Part 2 that makes it feel more complete. It has turned into something I hadn't expected. Enjoy!

Emma wasn't prepared for the whirlwind of excitement and activity when she and Killian came back into the Storybrooke port. Everyone was waiting at the docks because they knew what Killian's purpose in taking her away for the past twenty-four hours had been. And if one person knew then it was a matter of time before the rest of the town knew what was going on.

Emma could see her parents and Henry standing on the docks. Regina was holding Riley in her arms and Snow had Neal balanced on her hip. Killian grinned at her from the helm and guided them expertly into the Jolly's berth. Together they threw the lines to two dockworkers waiting with the crowd and secured the ship. As they were about to disembark Killian scooped her up and carried her off the ship. People shouted with excitement their congratulations on their engagement, even though they were technically married, no one else knew that. She knew that is why Killian decided to carry her off the ship bridal style.

"Killian, set me down," she demanded. "You're going to give us away."

"As you wish, my darling wife," he whispered into her ear as he gently set her down. He kissed her cheek and she shivered. She still couldn't believe they were married. After their private exchange of vows; they proceeded to make love all over the Jolly Roger until they had finally fallen asleep in each other's arms. With everything they had gone through in the last few months, she hadn't wished to waste their quiet moment and once he had asked she wanted nothing more than to marry him. It had been wonderful but now that they were back, for all anyone else would know, they were simply engaged.

A part of her, no matter how small, wanted the fairytale wedding enough to admit it; she was a princess after all even if she rarely felt like it. She wanted her mother helping her get ready, her father giving her away, smashing cake in her husband's face, tossing the bouquet to see which of her friends would be next and dancing the night away with her friends and family. The problem with wanting a traditional wedding meant that she was going to actually have to plan a traditional wedding. Now that was something she was not looking forward to doing.

Once they were on land again, her family gathered them both into hugs. The air was filled with a sense of merriment and laughter that had been missing for a long time in her family. After defeating Hades and returning from the Underworld, a celebration was in order. Emma, at the sound of laughter, looked over to where Killian was standing with Henry laughing at something she couldn't quite hear. Killian was an amazing father to their son. Henry had been calling Killian "dad" for weeks. Killian had been overwhelmed by the honor of it at first, not wanting to replace Neal in Henry's eyes. Henry himself explained that while Neal had been his father and he would always love him, Killian was the one who fulfilled the role as dad on a daily basis. Emma's private conversation with Henry revealed that this had nothing to do with her relationship to Killian but it would be nice if they made it official and got married.

Apparently Regina and Robin put together a party at their house (parties at Granny's had a tendency to end with some sort of trouble and Granny apparently preferred to be able to attend parties she didn't have to cook for) and as much as Killian wanted to whisk her home and make love to her, they had to put in an appearance at their own engagement party. It was kind of Regina considering everything she had on her plate recently. It was a lovely party, everything you'd expect from a former queen. She and Killian flowed from group to group, greeting guests and enjoying the peace they felt in happy company. If they drifted too far apart, one of them would correct the distance, brushing hip against hip, placing an arm around a shoulder or threading their fingers together.

Closer to the end of the party, Snow came up to her and Killian, "Can you hold Neal for a few minutes so I can chat with Emma?"

Killian looked supremely nervous at the prospect of holding her baby brother and ready to attempt to dissuade her mother; (she almost missed the quick glance he gave his hook before shifting his focus back to Snow) Snow ignored any protests and passed the baby to him.

"Don't worry Killian, he'll be fine. You'll be fine. You should practice anyway, you know, for when you and Emma have children," Snow laughed. Killian smiled brightly.

Killian looked like he caught himself doing something he shouldn't, stopped smiling for a moment and glanced at Emma, blue eyes dark for a brief moment before the light returned. Children. They had certainly had a lot of discussions about having a future but aside from living in their house and getting married, talk hadn't progressed beyond that. Emma never thought she'd have more children after Henry. Did she want more children? Did he want a child of his own? He was already a wonderful father to Henry, but was that all he wanted?

Killian, tucking Neal into the crook of his left arm, began singing a soft tune to the lad. The young prince latched his tiny hand around one of Killian's fingers and smiled up at the pirate. Killian finished the lullaby before gazing over at his wife. The longing in her eyes as she watched him hold her brother was overwhelming, but there was something else, sadness and perhaps guilt her eyes. One they would have to discuss.

Emma couldn't quite understand the words of the tune he sang, but it was beautiful. She hadn't heard him sing before and she was definitely missing out on that (she'd have to get him to sing for her sometime). She felt a pull at her heart at the sight of her husband holding a baby in his arms. Oh, yes, she could certainly see that Killian wanted children. He was a natural and seemed content to simply hold the child despite his initial reluctance. Emma barely registered her mother talking to her.

"So Regina figured out how to use the Apprentice's wand to make a permanent door to the Enchanted Forest and the people from Camelot are set to return soon. We can send a letter with one of them to Elsa and Anna and ask if they want to visit for the wedding. I know how much you miss Elsa. It'd be lovely if she could be here to be a bridesmaid for you," Snow smiled.

Emma was still staring at Killian holding Neal as he babbled something unintelligible to the child, who simply cooed. Fearsome pirate, indeed.

"Emma, did you hear what I said?" Snow said, tapping her on her arm. Snow turned to observe the place where Emma's attention was locked. Snow smiled softly at her daughter.

"Easy to imagine Killian with your own child in his arms, isn't it?"

Emma turned to her mother, ready to give a retort that it was too soon, that they were just getting married, that they weren't ready and hadn't even discussed it yet. Her mother could see the turmoil in Emma's eyes and brushed her hand over her daughter's cheek.

"I know, you guys just got engaged and you think it might be too soon, but you two clearly need to discuss that. You guys are giving each other weird looks, like you're afraid to say something. Don't be. If anyone deserves happiness, it's the two of you. You need to talk about whether or not that happiness includes children beyond Henry," Snow pronounced.

"Yes, mom, I guess we do," she said, "And I did hear you before, I will write a letter to send to Elsa and Anna. I really miss them so it is a wonderful idea."

"So on to something I can help you with. While you were gone, I might have done a little bit of scouting for you. Some ideas for the wedding, if you and Killian would want to come over for lunch tomorrow, we can figure everything out."

Emma nodded. Knowing her mom, she probably had things half planned, but Emma couldn't find it in her to mind very much. Snow guided them over to Killian and took Neal back into her arms. She smiled at Emma before she walked away to find David. Emma was about to suggest they leave when Regina approached them, a large envelope in her hands.

"Thank you for this party, Regina. We truly appreciate your hospitality," Killian said, wrapping his arm around Emma and pulling her closer.

"You're welcome. We just thought it'd be nice to do something that wasn't at Granny's. I actually have something for you," she handed him the envelope. "I know you both technically cast the last curse but I know a lot about this curse. Since you weren't brought here by either of the first two curses and as caster of the third, you're immune to the restrictions that keep most of the residents in Storybrooke, I thought you'd need that. The third curse actually created it and I found it in my office."

Emma really didn't like the reminder that they had cast the curse, but she wasn't sure what relevance it held since they had broken it with True Love's Kiss after Killian came back. She watched Killian walk to the nearby table and empty the contents of the envelope onto it. There was a Maine driver's license, a Social Security card, a United States passport, a United Kingdom passport, certificate of naturalization and a birth certificate. Proof Killian Jones existed in the Land without Magic. Emma locked eyes with Killian and he looked unsure what to do with the documents before him.

"So you're saying he actually created these for himself with the curse?" Emma asked incredulously.

"Yeah. Sort of a side effect of the curse is that it gives you what you need to prove you exist in this land, to reinforce the curse itself but setting one part of it in reality. I mean, a centuries old pirate without identification is likely to draw attention," Regina sniggered.

Killian snorted. "I was wondering how my birthday was listed on these documents. I don't believe I've even told Emma that date. Considering I spent years not aging in Neverland, I really haven't counted in a long time."

"Probably best these documents have information that correlates with your physical age rather than your actual age, Killian," Emma laughed, grabbing the birth certificate from him. "How old does it say you are? Born in 1981? So you're only two years older than me?"

"Physically, yes, however..." Killian smirked at her but she cut him off.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah old man. Curses, Neverland and whatnot have given you experience but you've got a still youthful glow," meeting his smirk with one of her own. Emma could feel the heat from Killian's gaze as his blue eyes swept over her body. His intention to make her pay for calling him an old man was written plainly on his face. A not-so-discreet cough from Regina brought her awkwardly back to reality.

"Perhaps the two of you should take yourselves home before you devolve and give into your primal urges. I'll keep Henry here this weekend and we'll see you for brunch tomorrow at your mother's. I will give your excuses to everyone," Regina huffed in a condescending tone.

Emma grabbed Killian's hand. She pulled him to her and threw her arms around his shoulder. Killian, not missing a beat, dipped her into a dramatic kiss and the guests let out a cheer. She immediately poofed them home to their bedroom.

"Home sweet home," Emma laughed when he finally released her lips.

Killian moved like lightening, divesting her of her clothes and with only a few light kisses and gentle caresses had her body screaming for more. Impatient for him to take his clothes off, Emma waved her hand and his clothes were suddenly across the room, folded precisely per Killian's usual neat freak habits, laid out on the chair beside his dresser.

"Impatient are we, my love?"

"Yes. Now please…" He cut off her plea with a harsh kiss. Emma felt her knees about to give way, knowing she literally couldn't stand the wait any longer.

Killian, knowing Emma was about to collapse, eased her down to their bed, nudging her legs apart he fell to his knees before her intending to worship her. Emma's legs hung off the edge of the mattress but Killian gently tapped her left leg, indicating she should wrap her legs around his neck. He bit her inner thighs lightly a few times as he kissed his way closer to where he knew she wanted him. She cursed loudly and thrust her hips forward as he touched his tongue to her core. Pressing his thumb to her clit in a circling pattern, he continued to fuck her with his tongue.

Emma could barely think, the only coherent thought she could muster was that her husband was trying to drive her mad. She desperately needed him inside her. Hell, she'd settle for his fingers at this point but she sensed he knew exactly how high he was bringing her and was deliberately denying her fall. Just when she couldn't stand it anymore, he applied the perfect amount of pressure to her clit and she finally came. He continued his ministrations through the waves of her orgasm until her body settled.

"Please, Killian… need… so… much… more," managing to form an actual sentence, Emma felt relief as he disentangled her legs from his neck and stood at the edge of the bed.

Killian prided himself on his control but as he thrust into Emma's welcoming quim, he nearly came on the spot. Every time they had sex was, well it was bloody amazing, but it was overwhelming for his senses and his emotions. He paused for a moment to let Emma adjust and to collect himself.

"Move, Killian. Now!" Emma commanded, her breathing ragged and uneven. It wouldn't take much to fall again. As they began to slowly move together, finding their rhythm, Emma's groans of frustration soon turned to moans of sheer ecstasy.

Killian couldn't hold back any longer. He began thrusting madly and when Emma arched her back off the bed to met him mid-thrust, Killian slipped his right arm underneath her to pull her closer to him.

The movement to bring her closer to him caused a change in pressure on her clit and Emma could stop the scream as her orgasm rippled through her. Killian continued thrusting for mere seconds before the force of Emma's orgasm had him groaning her name and finding his own release.

Sometime later Emma awoke and realized she found herself cleaned up and tucked under the blanket. Killian had taken off his brace and wrapped himself around her after he had taken care of her and from his breathing, Emma knew he hadn't fallen asleep yet. She turned in his arms.

"I love you," her words soft and still slurred by sleep.

"I love you too, Emma." He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Swan, you can ask anything of me." His accent was thicker as he was exhausted and half awake. She hesitated for a second, unsure if now was a good time to ask. She cupped his face and ran her thumb over the scar on his right cheek.

"Do you want children, Killian?" Emma was scared of what he would say because once it was said, it couldn't be unsaid.

Killian stared at her for a few moments. This was about the look she had given him earlier. She wanted more children but she felt guilty about it. For wanting more.

"Emma… nothing would make me happier than to have children with you but if you don't want to or we can't for some other reason, I want you to know that you are enough, Emma. You and Henry are my family and nothing is going to change that. What do youwant, Emma?"

"I never thought after I gave Henry up that I'd ever had more children. When Regina gave me memories of never giving Henry up, I thought that would be enough. Now, well… now I understand how my mom felt in the Echo Cave. I want to be able to raise a child, our child Killian, and give them everything you and I never had…" Emma could feel the tears trickling down her face, falling to the pillow below.

"You're worried about Henry. We can talk to him beforehand. He will understand and I'm sure he'll be thrilled to be a big brother." Killian wiped her tears away.

"How long have you been back? How long were we in the Underworld?"

Killian had to think for a few moments. "Five weeks in the Underworld. Three weeks back."

"And before that there were three weeks after we cast the curse that we were back in Storybrooke. Six weeks in Camelot prior to that. So seventeen weeks…" Emma couldn't manage to say the thought outloud. He was frowning at her uncertain of her point while doing the math and thinking about the last seventeen weeks until she saw the realization cross her husband's face.

"You haven't had your courses since before you became the Dark One." Killian blushed a little. During his years with Milah, he had always been able to track her monthly time. With Emma, he hadn't been able to because they had hardly been intimate before Camelot and then the chaos that followed he hadn't paid attention as he should have.

"I realized the same thing earlier. And we haven't been very careful the last few weeks. I may already be pregnant. And I don't know if I'm more worried that I am or that I'm not."

"In the morning, we will go see the doctor and then we will go from there." Killian hoped she would take his reassurances to heart. "For now, sleep Swan. I love you and I'll be here when you wake."

"I love you too." Emma curled into Killian's arms and sighed. This was her home. Killian was her home. They were alive and safe. They had a happiness that was hard won and one they would continue to fight. And if they could overcome death itself, they could get through anything. Together, Emma thought as sleep finally pulled her under.

UP NEXT...Part 3 - Emma and Killian get answers about Emma's health. Preparation begins for a royal wedding and old friends come to Storybrooke.