Emma awoke early, you can put it that way, yes. Emma didn't really sleep, she pretended to until she felt Killian sleep; Emma racked her head for ideas on how to reattach Killian's hand. Not ideas, she knew the idea- magic- it's how.

Emma shook her head and gently pried herself from Killian's grip, careful to not wake him and she grabbed his had, and turned it over, again and again; suddenly she felt something. Like a wave of magic, filling inside her. She knew how, but she didn't know how. She knew she had to wave her arm over the hand, but she had no idea what to think about. Mr. Gold had told her once to free your mind, was she supposed to clear her mind or concentrate on what she wants most, Killian to get his hand back. It's worth a try, she thought and removed Killian's hook. She set it aside and cleared her mind; well as much as she can and waved her hand, she saw a spell being cast, the air reacting like heat waves, but his hand was still not connected. She tried again, thinking of nothing, like she usually did in her sleep after she found Henry; this time, it did something, small, little, but something. So thinking of nothing doesn't work, what if she thought about what she wanted most: Killian with his hand- both of his hands, hugging her, it weaving through her hair.

It didn't work, she thought, not looking at his hand, but when she did it surprised her. His hand was back; she had to touch it, pull on it, to make sure it was real, but when she did, Killian groaned and sat up.

"Something wrong love?" he asked, and Emma couldn't help not smiling, and tried to not look at his newly restored hand, but her gaze probably flicked in its direction and Killian looked.

"Emma," his voice was shaky, she had never seen him like this before, it was like he was going to approach something dangerous," what did you do?"

"You're acting like I did a bad thing," Emma said looking at his shiny blue eyes, "would you rather I cut it off so you're with your hook again?"

"Not a bad thing," Killian told her, awkwardly moving his new left hand, "it's just strange to have both of my hands."

"I know," Emma said, "still want to go shopping though?"

Killian laughed, "you tell me."

"Want to get used to your hand first?" Emma asked.

"Er.. sure?"

"I'm still taking you shopping, don't get your hopes up," Emma stated and Killian groaned.

"Waffles," Emma said, taking his hand and dragging him out, "i'm making you waffles."

"Feisty, you didn't even ask what I want, love," he muttered, following her out to the kitchen.

Everyone was there, well not everyone, but Mary Margret, David, and Henry. What were they doing up so early? Emma's gaze flicked to the clock 7:15, oh, she spent more time trying to reattach Killian's hand than she thought.

"Waffles?" Mary Margret asked and held out two plates, how did she know that was what I was going to make? Probably a coincidence.

"Yeah, Emma was just going to make that," Killian said, finally being able to take both plates.

"Hey," Mary Margret said excited, "you got your hand back!"

"I know," he smirked and handed Emma her plate.

"Were's your hook," Henry asked, running over Killian, "can I see your hook?"

"Yeah, lad," Killian answered, putting down his plate and walking with Henry to her bedroom.

"So," David began, looking at her. Why? "What was a he doing in your room?"

"Oh, um.." Emma was caught off guard, she thought they would ask her about her reattaching her hand. "Nothing?"

"Are you pregnant?" Mary Margret blurted out and Emma just blinked.

"What?"

"Didn't mean to say that," Mary Margret looked to the floor and Emma turned to see Killian and Henry coming back; Henry's left hand was replaced with a hook and he went around talking like a pirate.

"Seriously?" Emma asked with a raised eyebrow.

Killian shrugged, "what can I say?"

"C'mon," Emma pulled him out, "I'm taking you shopping."

"We're," Henry corrected, following her.

"I'm not taking you shopping, you're probably going to want to by everything," Emma told him.

"Who says you're paying?" Henry smirked- wait since when did he smirk? Killian...

"So you're paying?" Emma tilted her head.

"Who says i'm buying anything?" Henry scoffed, his attitude was getting worse.

"You taught him that," Emma growled to Killian in a low voice.

"Taught him what?"

"His attitude's getting worse, and it's all your fault."

"I beg to differ," he smirked as he followed Emma into the store.

"So.."

"Here," Emma said, holding him a jacket.

"What's this?" he asked, pointing to the zipper.

Emma replied with a loud sigh Why? How was she supposed to explain this?

"Zipper, just.. zip it up," Emma was really bad at explaining things.

"Zip.. It... Up.. Yeah, thanks that helps a lot," Killian replied in a sarcastic voice.

"It's not my fault you don't know the function of simplest things," Emma muttered under her breath and Killian chuckled.

"My, my," he uttered and followed Emma.

"Hate to ask since you're bad at explaining things, but what is this?" Killian asked as she measured his feet.

"This, measures your feet," Emma hissed, she was already tired.

"I know what it does," Killian replied coldly, "why are you measuring my feet?"

"To find your shoe size, maybe?" Emma asked, size twelve.

"To find you a shoe."

"Why?"

"OHMYGOD," Emma growled, and added in a gentle voice, "can you not?"

"Feisty, feisty, feisty Swan."

She grabbed him a converse shoe his size, and not to her surprise, she heard him mutter:

"Strings?! Strings?! What the bloody hell are these distracting things for."

She decided to ignore him, she didn't need to explain if he thinks she didn't hear it.

"Where else? I want to get away from these weird technology as soon as possible."

Emma smirked, she was going to take her time. She tossed him a shirt as soon as they walked into the clothes section again.

"Why are the bloody hell these things soft?"

She tossed him jeans that she thought was his size and got a complaint like all the other times:

"The bloody hell?"

Emma gave up, he's just trying to piss her off, "why don't you try them on," she said, pushing him into a dressing room, "hope they fit."

When he was in there, she scanned around for Henry-where is he? He ran off as soon as they got in the store and wasn't seen again. Killian came out and her first thought was: OH MY GOD. Was this her eyes tricking her?

"Like what you see, love?" he winked.

"No, you look... different," she lied- well, it really wasn't a lie, partly a lie...

"Whatever you say," he replied and walked back in. Emma suddenly thought of him in a suit and tie and she blushed. Don't think about it, she told herself.

"Ready to go, love?" he asked, man he changed faster than she thought.

"Want another outfit?" Emma asked, hoping he'll say yes.

"If you wanted to come in the dressing room or whatever you call it, you could have asked," Killian winked and Emma blushed.

"Of course I didn't want to come in."

"Of course you didn't," Killian repeated denying her answer, "of course you didn't."

The two checked out and were halfway home before she saw Henry chasing after them.

"You didn't have to leave me there," he told them, holing a movie.

"You didn't steal it, did you?"

"I may or may not have stolen it," Henry smiled- no smirked, why was he smirking?

"Henry," Emma warned as if something was behind him.

"I didn't steal it, gods woman, chill." What the hell was wrong with Henry?

"She would've praised you if you did," Killian smirked. Killian.

"I would not," Emma scoffed, why would she? Who would praise their child because he stole something- besides Killian, of course.

Emma sat on the couch with Henry and her so-called parents. Killian said he had to go get something and he came back wearing what she just bought for him, she would have praised him, complimented him if he wore the jacket instead of his coat he usually wore. She had to admit though, he looked amazing.

"Like what you see, love?" he asked, and Emma tore her eyes away from him.

"You look fine," it was a lie, obviously, and Killian knew it.

"You going to sit?" Emma asked and Killian blushed-wait blushed? Since when did Killian blush, it wasn't manly, he knew that.

He cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting around a pocket.

"Killian?"

"I-" Killian tilted his head and knelt down on one knee. He better not be doing what I think he is doing. He pulled out a box- oh hell no, he isn't doing this- "Emma," he opened it and inside was a gold band- ring, whatever. "Will you marry me," he asked, and Emma froze. She hyperventilated, he did not just do that..

"Emma?" he asked after she didn't reply.

"What do you think?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"Yes?" he asked in a scared, tiny voice.

"Yes," she confirmed and pulled him into a deep kiss. Her parents and Henry cheered, "yes! You are officially my dad now," Emma heard Henry shout and smiled.

He would make one hell of a father.

"You know, it's a little early for you to ask me to marry you," Emma said as her head rested on his bare chest.

"I know," he replied simply.

"Then why did you?"

"Because I can," Killian smirked.

"Why?"

"A hand for a hand," was all Killian said and they laid in comfortable silence. A hand for a hand...

A/N: Before you comment anything bad about the proposal or its too early. I know, but I planned the hand to be reconnected later, but that didn't work out or something, so I planned it now. A hand for a hand- it kinda sorta makes sense?

I think this would have 22 chapters? Give or take.

PS: I'm working on a CS AU so after I finish this ff, i'll post it x)