Sunlight filtered through Killian's bedroom windows, waking Emma up from a deep slumber. The party the night before lasted a bit longer than they had expected, but there was no way they would've left early.

Besides, today was a new day with more excitement ahead. Emma stretched out under the arm slung over her waist, heavy and warm. Her fingers traced the new tattoo on Killian's forearm - the outline of a single swan under the one with Milah's name - and she couldn't help but smile. She had no problem with Killian keeping the old tattoo. After all, Emma met Milah and liked her. It seemed Killian had a type: strong women with stubborn minds of their own. So when he asked her if she would like him to cover up that old tattoo, Emma simply said no. If anything, she felt like she was in good company.

But she had to stop procrastinating. She had places to be and things to do. Emma pushed off the covers and started to get up, but Killian's arm tightened around her and pulled her back.

"Yur swaying hur."

"What was that, captain?"

Killian lifted his head out of his pillow and gave her a smile that radiated warmth even if he still wouldn't open his eyes. "I said, you're staying here."

"I am not," she said, deftly pulling herself out of his grasp. "And neither are you. We have to get moving."

She heard a groan from the bed in response before Killian starting throwing off his blankets. "I love my brother, I do, but why do we have to do all of this for him?"

"Because he did all of this for us." Emma walked over and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Now come on, Captain Jones. You have a wedding to preside over."

He looked up and gave her a warm smile. "Yes, Mrs. Jones," he replied, pulling her closer to kiss her gently.

"Mom! Are you going to take a shower or not?"

Emma rolled her eyes and sighed. "When did Henry become such a teenage boy?"

"Give the lad a break," Killian said. "It's a big day for him too."

"I'm so glad there are only two Jones boys. I couldn't handle Henry being a groomsman in another one after today."

Her husband just shrugged. "It probably doesn't help that Violet is going to be there."

"Don't remind me," Emma grumbled as she grabbed her robe and headed for the bathroom to stop Henry from yelling again.

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The weather was perfect for a late summer wedding, and the Jolly Roger was spectacular with strings of lights hanging from the masts and a band on the deck playing music. Tables with red flowers in silver vases stood at another end for people to drink and eat and celebrate the wedding of Liam Jones and his lovely bride, the new Ruby Jones.

A few people came up to compliment Killian on officiating the wedding, and Emma couldn't help feeling her pride swell. Killian Jones was the captain of the Jolly Roger, after all, so it was only fitting that the captain would have the honor to preside over such a beautiful ceremony on the deck of his ship, and he really had done a wonderful job.

Emma also appreciated his attire for the day. Sure, Killian was becoming a more modern man in Storybrooke, but there was something special about seeing him up there in his traditional pirate coat, black shirt and leather pants. He had paired the outfit with his red leather vest as a nod to the bride's decision to have as much red as possible at her wedding. It didn't hurt that Emma found the red vest particularly attractive on him.

"Staring again, Swan?"

Emma broke out of her thoughts to realize that she had indeed been ogling Killian from across the deck of his ship. He had already caught her three times tonight.

"I can't help it if I get distracted by dashing rapscallions."

"Then I hope there are no other pirates distracting you tonight," he said as he stepped closer.

"You're the only one here." She leaned close, her mood changing as she brushed her lips against his. "And you only belong to me."

"I can never forget it, love," he murmured.

As the band began to play another song, Killian simply smiled and grabbed Emma's hand, pulling her towards the part of the deck that had been cleared off to serve as a makeshift dance floor. There was no way she was going to object, especially after he gave her a little spin and pulled her closer.

"I don't think this is a slow song, Killian," she teased.

"It's not a fast song either, and you have a partner who knows what he's doing."

Emma swallowed the lump in her throat. "That I do, Captain."

The pair swayed to the song, Killian's body warm against Emma as the music barely filtered into her ears over her own loud heartbeat. Then the band took its cue and switched to something a little more quiet and romantic. A few people left the dance floor only to be replaced by Emma's adoring parents with Henry and Violet a bit farther in the corner.

"Now, now, Swan," Killian said quietly. "Stop scowling at the young couple over there."

"I wasn't scowling."

Killian shook his head and spun Emma around so she would have her back to Henry and his crush. "You aren't the only one who can detect when someone is lying, Emma."

"I'm not lying," she protested, eliciting a silent raised eyebrow from her dance partner. "Fine, I may have been scowling a little," Emma admitted.

Her husband simply leaned over with a smile on his face and kissed her. She wouldn't mind him calling her out if it meant she would be rewarded like this with his warm lips soft against hers. He finally pulled away from her, his eyes drifting to a spot over her shoulder, and Emma followed his line of sight to see what was distracting him.

"They're a lovely couple, aren't they?" Killian murmured.

The two of them watched Liam and Ruby as they danced together as husband and wife with big smiles on their faces. "They really are," Emma said wistfully.

"I'm so glad you brought us back, Emma. Both of us."

She turned to see the intensity in his eyes, and she knew he truly did mean what he said. "I couldn't have brought you back from the Underworld without bringing your brother as well."

Killian leaned over and kissed her again. "And I will always be thankful for you, Swan, for so many reasons."

Emma looked up and smiled mischievously at her husband. "Is anyone in the captain's quarters right now?"

"No," he replied apprehensively.

"I'll give you one more reason to be thankful for me if you would like."

An intense darkness seemed to wash over Killian's eyes as he figured out what she meant, before letting his left fingers intertwine with hers. "Oh, I would like that very much, Mrs. Jones."

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