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It was just under two years since Killian Jones had proposed to Emma Swan on the flight that changed their lives. In that time they had been saving up money for the wedding as well as finding the best date so all their loved ones could attend. It turned out Emma Swan had actually hated wedding planning, however, Mary-Margaret was on hand to help out. Her dress was beautiful, that she had picked out herself, Killian had found the location. An old, well-kept castle in the English countryside. Mary-Margaret had perfected the smaller details, such as the cake, the colour scheme, which they went for a turquoise, the band had been a mixed effort between the entire friendship group.
Emma’s maid of honour was Elsa, afterall, she was the closest friend she had made. It also helped she was the wife of Killian’s brother, Liam. Elsa and Ruby had planned her hen party, which ended up being one of the wildest, albeit, best nights of her life.
“Ooooh, future Mrs Killian Jonneeees!” Screamed Ruby, who was dressed in less than appropriate attire, as she walked through her and Killian’s front door. “I am so ready for a party!”
Elsa was already there, but they still had a few more girls to arrive.
“You’re always ready for a party.” Laughed Emma, who also was wearing more revealing clothing than she was used to. Ruby stuck a cheesy L plate on her and gave her a hug. “Honestly, did this have to be the dress code?”
“I can’t say I’m complaining, love.” Smirked Killian, as he entered from the bathroom. “However, I have to say, not sure if I want other men oogling you.” He hugged her from behind a kissed her neck.
“Jones, what are you doing here?” Scolded Ruby. “You’re a man.... Or you at least try to be. Get out, we’re having pre-drinks here.”
“Calm down, wolfy. I’m leaving now, I will pack up the papers I have to mark, grab the boy, and head to Liam’s.” He chuckled, swaying Emma. “Have a good night, my love.”
“I’ll certainly try.”
“Don’t let Ruby alcohol poison you. Get her back safe to me, you hear that?” He said to Ruby sternly.
“Indeed I do, Jones.”
Killian returned home at ten o’clock, Henry in tow. The girls had left the apartment full of empty bottles and glasses. How much had they drunk? Emma, Ruby, Mary-Margaret, Elsa, Gwen, Belle, Regina, Zelena, Tink, Ariel, and Dorothy. He counted on his hands. A little excessive for only eleven women.
“Kiwian.” Called Henry. The four and a half year was sat in his little arm chair.
“What’s up, bud?” He smiled.
“Why is it so messy?” He looked around the room. “Was mummy naughty?” He giggled. Killian walked over and picked him up.
“Aye, but she’s allowed to be naughty.” He lifted him high into the air and brought him back down. “But she can only be naughty tonight.”
“You told me I should never be naughty. Why is mummy allowed?”
“Because…” He had no answer. Not one that a four year old would understand. “She’s not being that naughty. She just didn’t tidy up. Which isn’t that bad.”
“You always make me tidy up my building blocks.” He whined.
“Because they hurt if you stand on them, now, it's bed time.”
“I don't wanna go bed.”
“I don’t care. You have to.”
“You don't.”
“Because I’m older than you. Come on,” He put him down. “I’ll read you your favourite book for a bit. And… if you’re really good whilst we get ready for bed, I’ll let you have some cookies and milk whilst we read it, sound like a deal?”
“Yaay!” Henry ran to his bedroom, Killian walked close behind. “Pirates pyjamas!”
“Ooo, exciting.” Henry was in the annoyingly independent stage where he wanted to do everything himself, and refused help, even if things were going disastrously. “Henry, your shirt is on backwards.”
“I’m fine.”
“Can I help?”
“Nooo, Kiwian.” He took his shirt off and put it back on. “There.”
“It’s inside out now.”
“Kiwwwiiiiaaan. Read me the book.”
“Your shirt isn't on properly, Henry. Come on, one more try. If you won't let me.” Henry tried one more time.
“Is this right?”
“Yaaay! Well done.” He picked the boy up and hugged him. “You get tucked in bed, choose a book, and I’ll bring you milk and cookies.” He placed him down. “Okay?”
“Okay!”
“Here we go, my boy.” He handed Henry a bottle filled with milk, and placed his own glass on the side. He had a packet of Maryland cookies under his armpit. “Not too many, we don’t want you getting hyper before bed.”
“Four!”
“Two.” Said Killian sternly.
“Four and a half!”
“I don’t think you understand compromise.” The big word was lost on Henry. “Two and a half?”
“Three!”
“Okay, three. But what if you save half of one for your mummy?” He suggested.
“Okay! Will you make sure she gets it?”
“Of course I will.”
Henry had his two and a half cookies, and saved the last half for Emma. Killian had yet to drink his, as he read to Henry whilst he drunk his own.
“And then the pirate jumped into the air!” Said Killian in an exciting voice. “‘I will be back!’ the pirate shouted. ‘I will always win!’.”
“Booo.” Said Henry passionately.
“The prince and the princess had finally defeated Captain Greenbeard. They lived happily ever after. The End.”
“Again! Again!”
“Again?” Chuckled Killian. “Maybe tomorrow.” He took a drink of his own milk then turned to Henry, who suddenly burst out giggling. “What?” He pretended to look confused.
“You look funny.”
“Funny? Why?”
“You have a milk beard.” He giggled.
“I do?” He acted surprised. “Oh dear!” He wiped his top lip and smiled.
“Do it again!” Killian drunk more of his milk then turned to Henry, who burst out laughing once again.
“Alright, little man. Enough excitement.” He wiped his lip again. “Sleepy time.”
“Where’s Woger?” He asked.
“In the kitchen, asleep, like you should be.”
“I wanna hug him. Pleaaaaaaase.”
“Come on then.” Killian picked him up and took him to where Roger was snoozing by the fridge. Roger pricked up his head at Henry’s arrival. “Big hug.” Smiled Killian, as Henry wrapped his arms around Roger’s neck gently. He kissed the dog on the nose then yawned. “Alright, trouble.” Killian picked him back up and took him back to his bedroom. Whilst Henry was falling asleep clung to Killian’s shoulder, he wiped the crumbs from his bed, then placed the boy down. He pulled his blankets and covers up to him and kissed him on the forehead. “Night, night, my boy. I love you.”
“Mm, wove you too, Kiwian.”
It was four o’clock in the morning. Emma stumbled back to her home with Ruby passed out over her shoulder, not that Emma was in any fit condition herself. She fumbled with her keys, then dropped them.
“Crap.”
“Emsss, it’s coooold.” Mumbled Ruby.
“Shhh,” She rested Ruby against the wall and picked her keys up. “I’m tryna get in the damn door.” Which seemed to magically open in front of them. “Nevermind, it’s open.” Giggled Emma, standing up. “Be quiet now, Rubes. Don’t wake Henry or Killian.”
“It’s his bleeding fault we’re in this state anyway, he’s the one who proposed.”
“Excuse me, love. But you planned the hen party.” Killian was stood at the door, not that either of them noticed.
“Killian!” Smiled Emma, though he was blurry. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
“Some rowdy women were at my door.” He took Emma by the waist and guided her inside. “Stay there, wolfy. I’ll be out for you in a second.” He placed Emma on the couch, the bottles all cleared up now. Then he fetched Ruby and put her next to Emma. “Drink these.” He said, handing them both glasses of water.
“He’s bossy.” Whispered Ruby.
“Shhh, he’ll hear you.” She giggled.
“Honestly.” He disappeared to the kitchen to make them toast. “Eat this as well.”
“Mmmm, delicious.” Grinned Emma, though he was fairly sure she had no idea what she was doing. “Almost as delicious as you.” She grabbed Killian’s hand and pulled him down, she was still insanely strong whilst drunk. “Kiss me, future hubby.” He kissed her on the cheek. As much as he loved Emma, a mouth full of toast was less than appetizing. “A proper kiss!” She moaned, then suddenly went very pale.
“Emma?” He rushed for the bucket he had prepared and pulled back her hair. She threw up violently into it. “Better out than in, I guess.” He stroked her back.
“Your girl is a lightweeeight.” Grinned Ruby.
“Shush you. Finish your toast and get some sleep. The guest bedroom is ready for you, please use the bucket provided rather than on the sheets.” He tried to hide his grin. “Lass, come on. Let’s get you to bed.” However, their first stop was to the bathroom where she threw up the rest of her night. She brushed her teeth, with assistance, then Killian changed her into her favourite pyjamas. “There we go, my love. Lie down there.” She pulled the covers up to her and passed out straight away. “I love you so much, Emma Swan. I can’t wait till you’re Emma Jones.” He pulled her in close then soon fell asleep.”
As much as Killian wanted Henry as his best man, a four year old simply didn’t have the attention span, which left the job to Liam. However, like Elsa, Liam also had a stag party accomplice of the name Robin.
“Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink.” Shouted the men. Killian was forced to do a shot every time he either brought up the wedding, Emma, or Henry. It’s all he seemed to talk about lately, so the men had banned him, or there was a consequence.
“This is ridiculous. Why must I take a shot for talking about the ones I love?”
“This is your last party night as a free man, Jones! Appreciate it.”
“Maybe I see it as one of the last nights before I get to spend the rest with the love of my life.”
“Two shots just for that disgusting comment.” Shouted Will, who was by far the most drunk. “He’s whipped as fuuuuck.” Killian rolled his eyes.
“Drink, drink, drink, drink.” He obliged. He certainly didn’t want to be as bad as Emma on her night. Though it was rare that Emma let her hair down so freely.
“I’m not going home off my head to Emma.”
“Shot!” Robin called. Killian didn’t realise how wrong he was.
It was three in the morning when Emma heard a knock at the door. She’s sure it would be Killian, she waited up for him, knowing the lads wouldn’t go easy on him. She opened the door to find him leaning against the frame, trying (and failing) to look suave and sexy. She imagined he thought he would appear like James Bond, trying to be cool knocking on his lover’s door, ready to make love to her through the night. Unfortunately, he appeared nothing of the sort. His ‘smolder’ was more of a goofy grin, and his cheeks were tinged red due to the alcohol.
“Well… hello there.” His voice still had its rough edge, she would give him credit still for that. If he hadn’t have hiccuped during. “Someone call for a sexy man?”
“Sorry, no. You must have the wrong door.”
“Emmmmaa,” He hissed. “You’re meant to play along.” He whispered.
“I’m sorry. Yes, I did call for a sexy man. Are you his representative?”
He pouted, “You’re ruining it!”
“Alright, again, I’m sorry. You’re exactly what I hoped for when I called the sexy males agency.” She was barely able to contain her laugh.
“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint. May I come in?” She nodded and stepped from the doorway. His swagger was more of a stumble and his sexy lean against the couch missed the first time.
“May I offer you a drink? Water?” He nodded. “So, have you had many calls this evening?”
“Just you. I’m afraid I only have eyes for you.” She handed him his water and sat him down.
“Is that so?”
“Aye.” He placed his water on the table, then pulled her onto his knee. “Emma, it’s me. Killian. I was just pretending to be someone else.” He cradled her in his arms and started kissing her neck with sloppy, open mouthed kisses.
“Eww, gross. Roger has less saliva.” She giggled.
“You offend me, Swan.”
“Yeah, well, what can you do? Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Emma took him to the bedroom and set him down on the bed, she left to get him a glass of water for the night, as well as the sick bucket. He certainly wasn’t as messy as she was on her night. When she entered the room he was lying there stark naked, lying sideways on their bed.
“Killian!” She shrieked in shock. “What are you doing?” Then she burst out laughing, which seemed to upset him.
“Swan, I’m trying to seduce you.”
“Mmhmm. Okay. Well, I’m afraid I’m a little too tired for that tonight.”
“Come on, love. It won’t take long.” He grinned, but his eyes drooped, hinting he would probably be asleep in five minutes.. She came around to her side of the bed and got in. “Ooo, I’ve convinced you.” He rolled on top of her and started kissing her.
“Stop it.” She laughed. “You haven’t convinced me. I just want to sleep.” She pushed him off. “I’m not sleeping with you when you’re so drunk. And doing a terrible James Bond impersonation. Quite frankly, he’s got more charm.”
“Has he now? Well, why don’t you become Mrs Daniel Craig instead then?” Pulling her closer and tickling her ribs.
“I’m afraid he didn’t ask, so I had to settle for you.” She giggled into him.
“Settle?”
“Mmhmm.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Killian was sitting on the couch, bag packed, Henry on his knee.
“Where you going, Kiwian?” Henry’s eyes looked up at him, as though he was close to tears. “Why are you leaving?”
“I’ll be back tomorrow, my boy.” He promised. “When me and your mummy get married. I just can’t stay tonight.”
“That’s mean, leaving mummy on such an important day.” He frowned, pushing Killian away.
“It’s bad luck to see her.”
“But why can’t you see me?”
“I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Before I see mummy. Uncle Liam will pick you up, and you’ll get changed with the men into your posh suit.”
“Why can’t I come with you tonight?”
“Mummy might need you tonight. She’ll want to see you in the morning, to make her less nervous. Here,” Killian walked to the wall and took the clock off. “When these hands match up, that’s when you’ll see me. Okay? I’ll draw it on for you.”
“Okay,” He said rather glumly.
“Hey, I want a big smile and kiss before I go. Can I have that?” Henry nodded, and gave him a big hug and kiss. “Thank you.” He stood up, keeping Henry on his hip. “Let’s go find, mummy.”
Emma was sitting on the bed, looking nervous. When she saw them both she smiled.
“Mummy!” Killian placed Henry down and he ran over to her, she picked him up and cuddled him. “Tell Killian not to leave.”
“Hey, you said it’s okay.”
“I lied.”
“Bad form to lie, son.” Henry stuck out his tongue. “Come ‘ere you little rascal.” He kicked his legs in Emma’s arms but she let Killian get him. “Do I have to teach you a lesson?” He chuckled, Henry was lying back on the bed and Killian was tickling his sides. “No lying, you got me?” He blew a raspberry on his stomach. Henry’s laughter filled the room, and Emma was beaming at them both. “Has your son learnt his lesson yet?” He looked at Emma.
“I don’t think he has.”
“Mummy!”
“That’s it! Only one thing left to do.” Killian took his feet and scratched it on his stubble.
“No! Kiwian! I’m sorry! I won’t lie.” He giggled. “I promise.” He let the boy go, who was now a lot happier. Killian sat next to Emma, who was still looking nervous.
“Hey, my love. Everything okay?” He held her hand.
“Just nervous for tomorrow.”
“I understand, but it’ll be great. As soon as those rings are on and we’ve said ‘I do’, that’s when the fun begins and the party starts.” He kissed her cheek.
“Do you really have to go tonight? I’m on Henry’s side.”
“Yes, because I want to be excited to see you. I can’t wait till I’m standing at the altar and watching you walk down that aisle. I just know you’re going to take my breath away like you do everyday.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” He leant in and kissed her, then he felt a heavy weight slam into his back. “Oof.”
“I love you both!” Exclaimed Henry.
“We love you too.” Smiled Emma. “Now, we should let Killian go.”
Henry went sad again, “Bye, bye, Kiwian.”
“You need to be happy, I don’t want to worry about you being sad all night. If you go to bed now, then it will be no time before you see me again. Okay?”
“Okay!” Henry ran off to his room.
“Will you be able to hold down the fort?”
“I think I can manage.” Laughed Emma. “I do wish you were staying, I’m not going to sleep all night. Not without you.”
“Same rule applies, the sooner you sleep, the sooner we’ll be back together. Now, I need to go.”
“Alright,” She stood up. She put her arms around his neck and played with the hair at the back of his head. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my love. Now, get some rest. Promise?”
“Promise.”
Emma was lying in bed, Henry was with her. He refused to sleep on his own that night, stating that he must be up early for Uncle Liam, and he needed to make sure someone would wake him up.
Hope you’re sleeping well, my bride xx
Would be better if you were here xx
I know, love. How’s the little devil? Xx
Fast asleep xx
No surprise. Xx
Big day tomorrow, get some rest. Don’t be up worrying all night!!!! Xx Everything will be perfect, just knowing I get to spend the rest of my life with you xxxxx
You always know what to say x
Tomorrow I’ll be saying ‘I do’ xx
Me too xxxx