So, here we are at the end of yet another fic. Thank you again for your support, and I hope you join me in a couple of weeks when I start posting the one I'm developing now. It's going to be a no magic AU called "Stay With Me"; I got the idea from "Me Before You" by Jojo Moyes, so if you've already read that book don't panic because Killian isn't Will and SWM will have a happy ending... There's going to be a lot of angst before that, but I guess you're used to it by now. Anway, enjoy these two beautiful idiots and keep shipping them no matter what because they are timeless. P.S. You can find the playlist for this fic at my tumblr (link in my profile) under the tag fanmix.


Killian Jones finally marries Emma Swan nine years after he had first laid eyes on her in the Enchanted Forest. He still remembers every detail of that day, and even though it was supposed to be a ruse to find out about Storybrooke for Cora, he can't help thinking that she had saved him that day, in all the ways that matter.

Charming leads his daughter down the aisle and Killian wonders how is it possible that she seems to get more beautiful every day, wishing for the millionth time that he could've found a way to get to her quicker than he did and spared her all the pain she went through without him.

Emma reaches him and grasps his hand, their fingers tangling together in a perfectly synchronized move they never practiced but still always perform without hesitation. He barely listens to the priest droning on, unable to take his eyes off his bride because she seems to be glowing from the inside, and he realizes that he doesn't care if the baby she's carrying is a boy or a girl as long as he gets to be here for every day of his or hers life.

As if reading his thoughts, Emma glances over her shoulder and he follows her gaze to the first row of the pews where their family sits, Snow leaning against Charming, holding Ethan and trying to make Kaitlin stay where she is with her free hand, Lily catching Killian's eye and winking, and Henry trying to remain cool, but still unable to keep a wide grin from stretching his lips.

Other used-to-be residents of Storybrooke fill the rest of the little church, and the only ones missing are Gold and Belle, but Killian is glad for that because no matter how much time passes, if they were in the same room, he'd still feel that primal need to skin his crocodile. He can't quite believe that Cora has left Storybrooke and momentarily sacrificed her magic just to attend the wedding even though nobody had invited her; Regina sits next to her in a pew behind Henry, looking utterly embarrassed because Cora is wiping away tears with a handkerchief, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

In a way, Cora's the one that brought him and Emma together, and when Emma's eyes meet his they share a look of understanding before they turn back to face the altar, Emma's head resting against his shoulder.

"The rings, please", the priest says and Grumpy and Red make haste to offer them, and Emma slides his ring on his right hand and he slides hers on her left, both of them unconsciously leaning toward each other even before the priest announces that they can kiss.

They exit the church under a shower of rice that catches in the waves of Emma's hair and he helps her gather her dress and get into the passenger seat of their Pontiac before going around and getting behind the wheel. Emma leans out the window and throws her bouquet toward the crowd, and it lands right into Regina's hands, making Killian chuckle because it seems that Cora might be crying again.

"Let's go, sailor", Emma says and bites his earlobe playfully, raising the hem of her dress until he can see her blue garter.

It's all the incentive he needs to start the car and they head toward the ocean, where the Jolly Roger awaits to take them on their honeymoon and beyond that, to a lifetime of making love.


Emma wakes up early, for a horrible second thinking that last year has been nothing but a beautiful dream, and it's only when she sees Killian's sleeping form that she feels she can breathe again.

Slowly, she turns on her side and just watches him sleep for a while, still marveling at how happy life can be when you have the one you love by your side and don't have to worry about anything taking him from you. She's certain that they've had their share of hurt, and that from now on, it's only going to be smooth sailing.

Emma presses her lips against the scar on his cheek and slides out from under his arm, padding silently to the kitchen. She starts the coffee and opens the window to let the sunlight in, and just like clockwork, Liam starts crying.

The nursery is painted pale blue with miniature constellations of stars covering the ceiling, each one lovingly drawn by Killian's hand, and every time she sees it, Emma feels her heart do a somersault in her chest. She crosses to the crib, her toes sinking into the thick carpet along the way, and as soon as she picks up her little boy he stops crying and looks at her like he's surprised that she's already there.

"Morning, love", Killian says from behind her and she turns, smiling at the way his hair sticks up on one side of his head, feeling like she's never going to get tired of looking at him and hearing his voice and loving him with every ounce of her being.

"Morning. Can you say "good morning", Liam? Can you?" Emma coos to the baby and Killian chuckles, coming closer and looking at their son over her shoulder, his cheek resting against hers.

"I think it's too early for that", he says, and they both laugh like it's the funniest joke in the world. "Feel free to prove me wrong, laddie", he adds and tickles Liam who giggles loudly, grasping Killian's finger with his tiny hand.

Emma turns around and kisses her husband, their son still giggling between them, and when they finally come up for air Killian's looking at her with such love and devotion that she can hardly believe life can be this good, that just being near with him can make her feel so complete. Her eyes are getting misty so she kisses him again to distract herself, sighing with content when his arm wraps around her waist and pulls her closer, their hips firmly pressed together.

"I want pancakes- that's gross", Kaitlin says from the door and makes gagging noises as she crosses the room and then pulls at Killian's hand until he lets go of Emma. As she watches Kaitlin dragging him to the kitchen, Lily joining them outside Liam's room, Emma can't help but marvel at how alike the three of them are, and how easily Killian fit into their life after they were without him for such a long time.

Liam pulls at her hair and she shakes herself out of her reverie and goes to sit down in the rocking chair, breastfeeding him and listening to the sounds drifting from the kitchen, to Lily laughing and Kaitlin saying "not like that" and Killian telling them one of his pirate stories yet again.

She thinks about her youth and how she had never imagined this life, still a little surprised that she feels so right living it, and even though reaching happiness may have taken a long time, now that she's got everything she'd ever need, she thinks that all the pain was definitely worth it.


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