why do i love him?
less than a week from her wedding, emma swan drafts her wedding vows.
Why do I love him?
The words glared indignantly up at Emma from the page as if mocking her. She let a groan escape her chapped lips and her head slump onto the kitchen table. The wedding was less than a week away, but she was still ironing out her vows. She knew Killian would have no trouble with them; he’d been getting excessively philosophical over the last few days, spouting Nicholas Sparks quotes one after the other until she threw the books at him. Somehow, he always knew exactly what to say.
But with her, it was different. The way she felt when she saw him – the way her heart fluttered so delicately with each rise and fall of his chest—was impossible to put into words. At least, not into words her father wouldn’t faint at when she recited them at the altar.
She reluctantly picked up her pencil and tried to begin her list.
Because he makes me grilled cheese for breakfast.
He made practically everything for breakfast, in fact. Except pancakes. Those were her specialty.
Because he’s there for me before I even ask.
That one sounded deep. She put a star next to that one.
He’s a good kisser.
He was good at more than just kissing, she noted to herself. But her parents might not necessarily approve of an in-depth study of her husband’s many talents in bed. She moved on.