Flufflet #1 for @lifeinahole27, to help reward her for writing her CSBB story!
First up, some wedding (reception) related fluff–
Emma had initially been opposed to having a redo wedding reception, but once it became clear that the whole town viewed it as the opportunity to have a really baller victory party, there was very little she could do to argue against it.
So everyone all got dressed up again, went back to the rooftop, and enjoyed the wedding reception that should have happened a week earlier. And Emma had to admit, it was kind of a blast, eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing the whole night.
Her feet were killing her as they pulled up to the house once the party ended. Snow and Regina had both objected pretty vehemently to Emma being the one to drive, but Killian was still learning how to drive stick, so what else were they supposed to do? Besides, they had to drive home; Henry had decorated the Bug with streamers and cans and a “Just Married (Last Week)” sign.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Killian said as they climbed up the front steps.
“Let’s do this properly.” He reached down and lifted her up in a bridal carry.
“Killian, we did this already.” They had; right after the final battle, he’d carried her over the threshold, insisting that this was going to be their wedding night, come hell or high water.
“Well, now we’re doing it again. Don’t argue with me.” And over the threshold they went.
“I need something to drink,” she said, before he could carry her up the stairs. “Come on, we’ll do the whole wedding night thing, I just want some time to breathe, okay?” God, how did couples go right to wedding night sex after their wedding receptions? All she wanted to do right now was sit and watch TV. Was that normal?
He set her down and wandered into the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. “Want anything?”
“Perhaps some water–with a little lemon juice in it.”
“Oh, good idea.” She grabbed and extra glass and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. Killian hated it, preferring to use real lemons all the time, but she liked the convenience.
He was smiling at her, almost like he was dazed, as she sat down beside him and handed him his glass. He took a quick gulp and then settled his left arm around her. “I had a lovely time tonight.”
“Me, too.” Mmm, yeah, the lemon had been a good idea. “I’m just glad Gold didn’t kill you on the spot when you offered to shake his hand. Did you hit your head or something?”
“Inviting him and Belle was your idea.”
“Yeah, because Belle’s one of your close friends. We had to invite Gold because we invited her.”
He snorted. “Are you truly upset that I’m trying to put the past behind me and make peace with him?”
“No, just … I’m surprised, I guess. I just thought maybe you’d settle for not murdering each other.”
“He’s a father again, and he’s trying to make things work with Belle. I suppose the best way to keep him from relapsing is to ensure he has the same safety net that I have.”
“Noble.” She sipped her water.
“I try.” She let out a long sigh without thinking. “Something wrong?”
“No, just … I’m glad we got to have our wedding. I didn’t get to really appreciate just how fantastic you look in that tux.”
He grinned. “Aye, and now I can tell you just how beautiful you are in your gown. You look like a swan.”
“No,” she said, her face hot.
“Well, perhaps more so when you wore your veil.” She’d taken it off halfway through the night, and if she was being honest, she had no idea where it went. Oops. “But I stand by my comment.”
“Swans are vicious,” she reminded him.
“And elegant.” He gave her a strange look. “Those earrings look familiar.”
She blushed. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Where have I seen them before?”
“Our first date.”
The look of wonder on his face was enough to make her want to melt. “Really?” She nodded. “Well, they’re lovely.”
“And that date was lovely,” she said. “Your own issues aside.”
“Oy, I think I’ve suffered enough for that one.”
They sat quietly for a bit as they sipped their water. When he finished his, he set it down on the coffee table (on a coaster of course), and took her free hand in his. “I can’t believe we’re married.”
“We’ve been married for a week,” she reminded him. She began to toy with his rings.
“Aye, and in a week, I’ll still wake up and think about how strange it is that we’re married.”
“I know what you mean.” She still felt almost giddy that she had a husband.
She wished little kid Emma could see this–that she’d grow up to be a literal princess who was married to the hottest man to ever walk the earth. Hell, she wished twenty-eight-year-old Emma Swan could see this; it would have been way more mind-blowing than the son she gave up for adoption showing up to tell her fairy tales were real. Or at least equally unbelievable.
Something felt different. “Whoa.”
“Well, I had to remove it to wear my wedding ring.”
“No, I know. I meant the other two.”
“What about them?”
“Aye. Swan, you’re very astute.”
“Killian,” she said firmly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, and you’ve always worn the same three rings. What gives?”
He sighed. “I’ll never entirely be free of my past,” he said quietly. “I can’t erase the harm I’ve done, the people I’ve killed, the destruction I’ve caused. But I want our future together to be a happy one. I want to spend my days building something with you, with our family. It’s why I’m trying to make peace with the Crocodile.”
“If you’re trying to make peace with him, you might want to stop calling him that,” she interjected. He glared at her. “Sorry.”
“As I was saying, my darling wife.” His irritation was fond, at least. “Those rings were always reminders of the man I was. For a long time, I assumed I would always wear them, as a way of never letting myself forget to stay on the right path. But I had to part with one of them so I could wear my wedding ring, and it made me realize …” He took a deep breath. “My ring symbolizes all that now. I look at it, and I think of you and our life together. I don’t need the other reminders anymore. And so I decided it was time to find some new rings.”
“I think that’s great.” She lifted his hand up and kissed each ring, ending on the wedding band. She loved seeing it on his hand; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “I do like the new rings a lot.”
“I’m glad. Your family helped pick them out.”
“Well, mostly your mother and Regina,” he admitted. “But your father and Henry approved the final choices.”
She looked down at his hand again. She’d grown so familiar with his old rings that the new ones had felt all wrong. But now? They weren’t wrong anymore.
God, she loved him too much. And now he was her husband.
“Let’s go have our wedding night.”