Emma got out of the cab with her suitcase and walked into the airport. She sat on the edge of her suitcase.
She checked her watch; it was just a few minutes before 7:00. She had told Killian to meet her at 7:00 sharp and she was going to kill him if he arrived late.
He ended up being five minutes late, strutting through the glass doors, with a smug grin on his face as his eyes met hers.
"Good morning, my beautiful fiancé," he said teasingly.
Emma scowled at him and smacked him in the chest.
"What was that for, love," he said, looking affronted.
"You're late."
"Apologies, my lady," he said with a mock bow.
Emma rolled her eyes. "You know," she said, "you never actually proposed."
"No, I didn't," said Killian.
"Well, if we're going to do this, we might as well do it right. Now I don't expect any grand romantic speeches, but it would be nice to be asked politely at the very least."
Killian blinked, looking confused.
"Get on your knees Jones, and ask me nicely to marry you."
"You know, Miss Swan, I wouldn't be averse to you telling me to get on my knees in other, more enjoyable circumstances," he said, grinning up at her, as he got on his knee. "Will you marry me?"
"Ask me like you mean it," said Emma.
Killian sighed, taking her hand in his. "Emma, beautiful, lovely Emma, will you, please, with cherries on top, marry me?"
"You know, I don't appreciate the sarcasm, but yes, I will marry you."
Killian stood up, and moved in to kiss her.
She stopped him by laying a hand on his chest. "What are you doing?"
"You said we were supposed to do this right. Kissing is quite a natural occurrence after becoming engaged."
"Sorry. I only kiss men that I actually like," said Emma.
Killian frowned. "Very well, let's just get going."
-/-
"So," said Emma, removing a thick folder form her bag. "These are the questions the INS are going to ask us during our interview next week. The sad thing is that I already know all of this about you. However, you only have a few days to learn everything about me."
"Shouldn't be too hard, love," said Killian, "You're an open book, and I work in publishing."
"Very funny," she said, handing him the folder.
Killian looked over the questions. "You know the answers to all these questions?"
"Yes, pathetic, isn't it? Then again, we've spent five years working together, and I usually am at the office more than I'm at home."
"I'm far better company than others you could be spending your time with, I can assure you."
"You just keep telling yourself that," said Emma.
"So, Emma, tell me, do I have any scars besides the one on my cheek?"
"No, but you do have a tattoo," said Emma.
"I do?"
"Yes, your dermatologist called two years ago to confirm an appointment to get it removed. You cancelled the appointment though. So what is it?"
"A compass," said Killian, "perhaps I could help you find it this weekend."
"In your dreams," said Emma.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are beginning our descent into Juneau."
Killian glanced at Emma. "I thought we were going to Sitka."
"We are," said Emma, "We have another flight."
One short, bumpy flight later, they were landing near the outskirts of the smallest town Killian had ever seen.
Emma hurried in front to him to get of the plane. Two women were waving off to the side of the runway, waiting along with a small crowd of other locals.
Emma hurried to meet her family, and Killian hung back. He was well aware that Emma's family probably thought she was crazy for bringing her boss home to meet them.
"Hi mom," said Emma brightly, embracing her mother, Mary Margaret.
"Hi Emma, it's been far too long," Mary Margaret kissed her daughter's temple.
"Gammy!" said Emma, moving over to hug Regina "Gammy" Millis.
She had taken to being called by her maiden name since losing her husband.
"Hello, sweetie," said Gammy.
"Where's dad?"
"Oh you know your father. He's always working with Leroy and the others."
"Never mind about him," said Gammy, "Where is your guy?"
Emma blinked, before she remembered, "Oh,' she said, looking over to where Killian was standing. She held out her hand and motioned for him to join them, and clasping his fingers with his when he came to her side.
"This is Killian," said Emma. "Killian, this is my mother Mary Margaret and my Gammy Regina."
"Hello Killian," said Mary Margaret kindly, moving in to hug him.
He seemed shocked at the contact.
Mary Margaret stepped away.
Gammy looked him up and down. "Now, do you prefer to be called Killian, Pirate, or El Diablo? We've heard all three before, actually we've heard many other variations."
"Gammy," hissed Emma, looking embarrassed.
"She's kidding," said Mary Margaret.
"Killian will be just fine," said Killian. "Thank you for allowing me to be part of this weekend."
"Well, we're absolutely thrilled to have you," said Gammy. "Let's get going, dears."
Emma walked away from him, putting her arms around her mother and grandmother, leaving Killian to trail behind them.
-/-
They drove through town and Killian noticed that the name Swan appeared on the signs of nearly every business in town. He laid a hand on Emma's knee. "Emma, darling, you didn't tell me about all the family businesses."
Emma just stared at him.
"She was probably just being modest, dear," said Gammy.
Killian's fingers tightened briefly on Emma's knee before she swatted his hand away. "You learn something new every day," he said softly, "Shall I start calling you princess? This is quite a kingdom you have here."
"I am not a princess," said Emma.
"You've always been a princess to me, love," he teased, and Emma resisted the urge to slap him.
The pulled up near the docks. "I thought we were checking into a hotel," said Killian, taking the luggage out of the trunk.
"We cancelled your reservation at Granny's" said Mary Margaret. "Family should be together."
"We're taking a boat to the house, Killian. I hope that's okay."
"Perfect," said Killian, removing the last suitcase from the trunk.
Emma moved to climb down the ladder, but Killian went down before her. "Allow me to assist you," he said.
Mary Margaret and Gammy grinned from their place on the boat.
Emma sighed. "I'm fine, Killian, and since when are you a gentleman?"
"I'm always a gentleman," said Killian, putting a hand on her rear to steady her.
"Hand off the ass, Killian," said Emma. "I can take care of myself."
"Apologies," said Killian, inclining his head, not looking least bit ashamed as he moved his hand to her waist. He leaned in and she felt his breath tickle her neck. "We're supposed to be a couple, darling," he reminded her.
"I know, I know," said Emma dragging her suitcase along the dock.
-/-
"Here we are," said Mary Margaret proudly as they pulled into a dock in front of an enormous and beautiful Victorian style mansion.
"This is your house? Emma, love, why did you tell me you were poor?"
Emma shrugged. "I never told you I was poor?"
"Well, why didn't you tell me you were rich?"
"I'm not rich. My parents are rich. I like to take care of myself."
"So I gather," said Killian, offering his hand as Emma stepped onto the dock.
"Emma," called Ruby, coming out of the house
"What is this, mom," asked Emma, noticing the balloons tied to the porch rail.
"Oh, just a small get together. It's only 50 of our closest friends and they are all excited to meet Killian."
Emma frowned.
"Well, love, it seems that it is time for you to show me off to you family," said Killian with a smug grin.
"Oh joy," said Emma, pushing past him and following her grandmother and mother to the house.