Disclaimer: Reluctantly I have to admit that I don't own these characters. They are property of others far luckier than myself.

A short bit to wrap the story up. Enjoy.

"All set," Henry announced to Killian as the last of the preparations were made.

"And you're sure this is the way wooing is done in this realm?" Killian tugged at the tie around his neck. He was certain Henry had tied the knot too tight and was cutting off his breath.

"Yep," Henry adjusted his own tie just a bit, "Except it's dating not wooing."

"Are you sure you don't want to join us for the meal?" Killian looked towards the romantically set table for two in Emma's apartment.

"I'm just here to serve, and then my mom is picking me up to spend the night at the manor," Henry replied, "You'll have the place all to yourself."

"That isn't necessary," Killian assured him, "You'll want to try your grandmother's meal…when did she say she was going to arrive with the food?"

"Any minute," Henry looked towards the clock. His grandmother was cutting it a bit close. Emma's shift at the station was ending in ten minutes, and it was a short commute to the apartment, even if she walked, which she rarely did.

Mary Margaret suddenly burst into her daughter's apartment, apologizing profusely for being late as she shoved the dish into the oven with instructions that it needed another half hour of cooking before it could be served. She was out the door before another word could be spoken.

Killian looked at the clock on the wall. The nerves he'd been trying to repress were beginning to flutter wildly in his stomach. He'd wooed a lady or two in his day, but he'd never prepared such a night as he'd planned for Emma. He wasn't used to the rules in this realm, and Henry had been filling his head for days. How much of it was accurate was yet to be determined.

Emma stopped short when she entered her apartment. For a moment, she thought she entered the wrong one as it had been transformed into an elegant looking restaurant.

"Hello, Love," Killian greeted her with a nervous smile and tug to his necktie.

"What are you wearing?" Emma's eyes glanced down at the finely cut suit he was wearing. It looked like something out of the pages of a fashion magazine, perhaps Armani or Tom Ford, definitely high end. Even the hook couldn't distract from how well the suit fit him.

"Do you like it?" Killian spun around so she could appreciate his suit from all angles.

"It's…ah…different," Emma sputtered.

"In a good way, right?" Henry chimed in.

"What are you wearing?" Emma turned towards her son, her eyes widening further. Henry was dressed in a white dress shirt, black pants, black vest, a thin black tie, and a crisp white apron, like something a waiter at a higher end restaurant would wear in New York City.

"Table for two?" Henry held out his arm, bent at the elbow to escort his mother to the table.

Emma hesitated. She was dressed in what she would wear for a day at the station, clearly not suitable attire for the dinner that was waiting for her.

Killian recognized her hesitation and stepped in behind her, his hand closing around her waist, sending a shiver down her spine. "There's a dress laid out for you," Killian whispered in her ear.

Emma gave him a quick hello kiss before disappearing into her bedroom, ruffling Henry's hair as she went. She gasped when she saw the dress waiting for her. Killian hadn't rifled through her closet. He'd bought her a brand new dress, green to match her eyes, and it was a perfect fit.

Killian was rendered speechless when Emma emerged twenty minutes later.

"Close your mouth, Pirate," Emma touched his chin with a mischievous grin.

Still unable to verbalize a response, the only action he had in him was to attack her lip.

"I take it you approve," she pulled away breathlessly.

"Bloody hell, yes," he groaned.

Henry cleared his throat as loudly as he could to get their attention before Killian dove in for another kiss.

"Table for two?" Henry offered his mother his arm for a second time.

"Yes, please," Emma tugged at her son's tie to straighten it, "Been working here long?"

"Long enough," Henry held her chair for her while Killian lit the candles at the table.

"No menus?" Emma frowned while Henry poured his patrons a glass of wine.

"You won't be needing them," Henry responded confidently, "Our chef has prepared a gourmet feast sure to please your palate."

"Smells delicious," Emma snickered when Henry laid her napkin in her lap. She couldn't suppress the laugh that escaped. He'd obviously been watching old movies again.

"I'll be back in a few moments with your salads," Henry stated before he disappeared.

"You roped my son into being our waiter," Emma lifted her glass to mimic Killian as he went to propose a toast.

"He volunteered," Killian laughed, "To my lovely Swan."

"What the occasion?" she inquired when she brought her glass against his. The sound rang through the apartment. "You aren't proposing, are you?"

"Tempting," he coughed out his sip of wine and set his glass down.

"You aren't, are you?" Emma's voice waffled nervously, "I do love you, Killian, but I'm not…we're not."

"Never fear, Love," Killian brought her hand to his lips, "My only intention for this evening was to do something special for the woman that has given me so much."

Emma bent forward and kissed the tips of his fingers, "I wish I could do a bit more, perhaps return this hand's twin."

"I'd trade my last limb if it meant I could see your smiling face one more time," he smiled.

"Just don't trade anything useful," she gave him a playful wink just as Henry arrived with their salads. "Eat up, Captain."

Killian and Emma remained quiet through most of the meal service until Henry announced that he was leaving for Regina's.

"I enjoy your lad's company, but I've wanted to do this since the moment you arrived," Killian rose to his feet the instant the door closed with Henry on the opposite side. He pulled Emma to her feet and devoured her lips.

Emma hummed happily as her fingers carded through the hair at the crown of his head. She could kiss him all night long and be completely content.

"Dessert is going to waste," she mumbled against his lips.

"We can't allow for that," he returned her to the chair, "I have a gift for you."

Emma beamed in reply. "You didn't have to get me anything."

"For the woman that has given me everything," he reached into the breast pocket of his coat for a jewelry box.

"How did you…" Emma looked bewildered by the jewelry box with the famed Tiffany label and color, "How could you…How?"

"I had some help," he slid the box across the table for her to open.

Emma pulled open the box to reveal a silver necklace with an anchor charm.

"People believe an anchor weighs a ship down, but they're wrong," he grasped her hand and brought it to his lips before laying it against his chest, above his beating heart, "An anchor keeps a ship in place, keeps it from floating away. An anchor works the same between two people, but in a very different way. There is no physical anchor, it's simply a feeling, a place of belonging…I didn't belong anywhere for over three hundred years, but I belong somewhere now. I belong to you. I love you, Swan. I don't love half way. I love completely and with my entire being."

Tears trail downed Emma's cheeks. He reached up to brush a few away before continuing.

"Whatever the future brings, I want to be in it with you. No pressures, no demands for a permanent commitment, just a declaration and a promise. As long as I draw breath, I will continue to love you."

"I love you too," Emma managed to reciprocate as she pulled the necklace from the box and wrapped it around her neck.

Killian's finger trailed down the necklace to the charm, lifting the delicate silver form with his fingers and tracing it lightly. She grasped his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.

"What did Henry name this operation?" she began to pull away at his clothes.

"Operation Emma Smiles," he responded, "A most successful operation at that."

"Successful indeed," she gave a coy smile as the bedroom door closed.

The End.

I know I didn't really close out all storylines, particularly the one with Will finding Anastasia, but there is always the potential for a sequel (maybe). I hope you enjoyed this story.

I'm hoping to start a sequel to my story "Frozen" next, if anyone is interested. Stay tuned.