"On a scale of one to ten, how excited are you?"
"Emma Swan," she replied.
"Killian Jones," Killian countered her.
"No," Henry popped out of nowhere, "Emma Jones."
"You did not just go there," Emma groaned.
"Why?" Killian asked in a fake hurtful voice, "you pity the surname 'Jones'?"
"No- I didn't say that," Emma confessed, and a grin appeared on Killian's face, "that's not what I meant."
"So you'd prefer 'Swan'?" Killian asked teasingly.
"No, Killian," she plead, not catching his teasing tone, "I never said that."
Killian only grinned- "I don't care if you refuse to take my surname, you will always be Emma Jones in my eyes," he winked and Emma blushed. "Don't."
Killian smirked and followed Emma out the door- to wherever they were going.
"So what outfit you got for me?" she asked and Killian couldn't help but snicker.
"Something funny?"
"You never worry about clothing..."
"Oh," Emma was caught by surprise, "well- I.. just... um.." That woman had nothing to say, she was actually worrying about clothes.
"And imagine if you were actually going to wear a dress," he said to himself.
"I don't wear dresses," Emma told him and he just looked at her.
"You're not the only lie detector in the world," he said.
"I'm not lying," she told him and he wrapped his arm around her.
"Right," was all he said and they walked to the Jolly Roger in silence.
"You know," Emma said, breaking the silence, "I've never met Tinkerbell in Neverland."
"Aye, about that," Killian was caught by surprise, "let's just say she's... not the nicest fairy."
"What's she like?"
"Well, she's nice. Nice, that yes," Killian replied, "but when she gets jealous.. well, you should stay away from her."
"Jealous?" Emma asked curious, "so you didn't let me meet her because she would get jealous?"
"Pretty much," Killian said as they entered the captain's chamber.
"So?" Emma said, trying to conceal her excitement, but failed.
"Pick any," he said gesturing to the closet.
She opened it and he heard her gasp.
"Like what you see?"
"You think?" she replied in a sarcastic voice. She disappeared into the closet to find something she liked; Killian couldn't blame her, the clothes were all dresses, and she didn't like dresses. She emerged a few minutes later, with a clothes neatly stacked, it wasn't a dress, that was for sure.
"Let's see what you have," Killian said and she laid the clothes on the bed he was sitting on moments before: long sleeved black shirt, a golden vest decorated with elegant designs, a belt piece that would run across her stomach and leather pants, Milah's old clothes. Killian panicked, was she allowed to wear them?
"Killian?" Emma asked, snapping him back to reality, and he spoke, trying not to hyperventilate:
"You forgot the pendant."
"Oh, were these her old clothes?" Emma asked in a gentle voice and Killian nodded.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized, hurrying to pick up the clothes to put it back where she found it.
"Emma," he touched he arm and she froze, her gentle hazel- green eyes finally looking at him, "it's fine."
"No, it's not," she said, and she was partly right, "it was Milah's I should have asked."
He slightly flinched at the mention of her name, "you didn't know. Just let me find the pendant and try it on, okay?"
Emma nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving his, and dropped the clothes she was going to put back.
"Hey," he said in a comforting voice, putting his hand on her arm, "it's fine." Then he walked to the closet to the closet to dig out the pendant that went along with the outfit. He dug inside boxes until he found a box, just big enough for the pendant. He held up the dusty box the contained the pendant and Emma took it out of his hands and opened it carefully. It wasn't even close to the one that Milah wore, but it fit the outfit even better than the other pendant.
"It's beautiful," she gaped and stared at it; Killian couldn't disagree. It was made of pure crystal, and a small plastic swan was dangling for it. Swan, swan. Nothing was better than a swan for a Swan, soon to be Jones.
"Wasn't the original one, didn't even know I had this one here," he smirked and Emma tore her eyes from the beautiful crystal pendant and nodded.
"It's beautiful," she gaped again, and almost ran Killian over with a hug.
"Just like you," he said, and pulled her closer to him, like he did on the beanstalk, and she pushed away.
"Emma, what's wrong?"
"Killian- I.." she hesitated, and sat on the bed, staring at nothing.
"You can tell me," he said, sitting down next to her.
"I.. Don't get angry at me," Emma plead, "please." Why would he get angry at her?
"Why would I?" he asked in a confused tone. The two words that came out were unexpected:
"I'm pregnant."
Killian didn't reply, he was going to be an actual father. The thought ran over his mind, again and again, picturing himself playing with a little girl, similar to Emma.
"Killian?" she asked, snapping him back to reality, "I'm sorry."
"What for?" he laughed, and pulled her closer, "that is bloody amazing."
"You think?" she asked, a smile forming on her lips, and he nodded.
"How long?"
"Three days? Today's the third day," she replied and he smiled.
"What do you think it'll be?" Killian asked.
"Healthy, I just want it to be healthy," she smiled, an unexpected answer, but still.
"Healthy," Killian confirmed, "it will be healthy. I hope it's a girl."
"Wendy?" Emma asked, curious and Killian nodded.
"Wendy Jones," he smiled.
"Maybe a middle name?" she asked and picked up the elegant swan pendant.
"Why won't you think about that," he told her, and placed the pendant around her neck. "You look beautiful."
"As do you, handsome," she smirked. He taught her well.
"Why won't you try it on?" he asked, gesturing to the pile of clothes she just brought out, and she nodded.
One thing that he knew was that Emma would make one bloody amazing pirate, and he was right. She was tough, strong, independent, but she was also fragile. She looked brilliant. He blond curls resting on her shoulders, the belt a little big, the sleeve a little long, but that was what made it look better.
He tutted, "you look amazing."
"As do you," she complemented, he was still in the normal clothes that she bought him.
"I would look better if I'm in my pirate clothes, may I?" he asked, as if asking her to dance and she nodded.
"Still think I look better," she smiled as he finished changing.
"Doubt it," he smirked back at her and she fell on the bed: "When's the wedding? I don't wanna change outta these."
"Well," he bent down to kiss her and she gratefully returned it, "it can be whenever you want."
"Tomorrow," she said and he nodded.
"Better get the invites out."
Emma pulled out her phone and texted everyone, a few minutes later, she replied, "done," and pulled him into another deep kiss.
"So, how you feeling?" David asked, the wedding was starting in a few minutes.
"Fine," he replied, looking at his father-in-law.
"Need a place, I recon?"
"I'm not really sure about that," he said, looking down, "I think the four of us would be fine."
"Four?" David sputtered.
"You're hearing things again," Killian lied.
"No I'm not."
"Yea, you are," Killian argued.
"Something wrong?" Emma asked, hearing all the noise, with Mary Margret- his mother-in-law.
"He said 'four'," David sounded like a 5 year old tattle telling kid blaming someone on taking his toy, "he said, 'the four of us would be fine'."
"Presumably, I said, 'I think the four of us would be fine', but if you have a place to offer, it's welcomed," Killian rolled his eyes.
"OH MY GOD!" Mary Margret gasped and hugged Emma.
"What?" Ruby asked, breathing hard, like she was running, "Emma's pregnant!"
"OHMYGODEMMAWHYDIDN'TYOUTELLME!?" Ruby screamed in a single breath, and Killian had to cover his ears.
"Four days in, chills," she said and Mary Margret and Ruby started tackling Emma.
Killian turned to his father-in-law, David when he grunted, "it's all your fault."
"My, is your family expanding a bad thing?" Killian replied in a mocking tone, and ducked David's fist. "Chills."
It was the smallest wedding, just 15 people, including his in-laws and everyone else. Small, just how they liked it.
"And do you, Killian Jones, take Emma Swan as your wife and love her forever?"
"I do," Killian didn't even hesitate.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Killian pulled Emma into a deep kiss and felt some wind- true love's kiss, was it? He pulled back and she smiled.
"Emma Jones, everyone!" Killian yelled and the small crowd cheered.
"Emma Jones?" he asked.
"Emma Jones," she confirmed and there was a disturbance at the other end of the ship.
"What the bloody hell is that?" he cursed as Henry ran them over with hugs. Neal, was that what. Can't that dude just find happiness elsewhere? Away from his Emma Jones?
A/N: I may or may not be writing another chapter before the epilogue I may or may not be setting up a small Evil Fire relationship in this ff. I may or may not be... Hope you liked?