The last chapter.

Hey Ruby!

I'm so sorry I've taken so long to reply, been kinda crazy over here, you know?

Like you asked, I've attached our flight details to this email. Please tell Victor I really appreciate the ride! Killian has arranged for us to stay at the same apartment complex he always uses for business, until we get our new place furnished and up and running.

Everything has been so crazy since we decided to move back to Seattle- I can't believe it was only a month ago and in a few days we'll be moving. Killian has decided to look into opening a gallery somewhere around the city. I think it will be good for him; his clients here are okay but I worry, you know?

"Hey Em, you ready?"

Emma twisted to look behind her from where she was sitting with the laptop on the couch. She smiled when she saw Killian - dressed in a charcoal grey suit with his crisp, white shirt open at the neck.

"Just e-mailing Ruby."

"Okay," he nodded, shifting his hands into his pockets, "Just let me know when you're done."

"''Kay," she whispered, reaching up to take his offered kiss, feeling a warm, buzzing sensation in her stomach when their lips met.

We're going out for dinner, so I'll have to go now. I'll give you a call on Wednesday when we are at the airport.

Love,

Emma

P.S.- I know I've said this before, but I'll never forget what you did for me and Killian. You're an amazing friend.

Closing the lid of the computer, Emma stood and straightened her red silk dress.

She walked around to the kitchen. Killian stood near the countertop, his phone in one hand, a glass of water in the other. Her heart swelled a little as she watched him. He was hers, really. He wanted her, loved her-

It was still such an unfamiliar feeling.

"Hey handsome," she teased, walking over and wrapping her arms around his waist, hitching up her chin so it rested on his shoulder.

"Hey," he replied, whipping around to kiss her on the tip of her nose and pulling her close. "Wanna go?"

"Mmm hmm," she nodded, breathing in his clean, masculine smell - a mixture of subtle cologne and soap that she found so addictive.

Neither made a move.

"Are you happy?" she asked, looking up into his hypnotic blue eyes.

"Blissfully," he murmured, punctuating his reply with a soft kiss - this time on her lips - which made her feel like her body was melting.

"So you made the right decision, then?"

"Did you?" he quipped with a laugh. She laughed a little too, before his expression became serious.

"Yes, Emma, I made a lot of right decisions. Feeling lonely and deciding to get drunk at a club meant I met you. Asking you to come home with me meant I got to get to know you. Inviting you to New York allowed me see another side to Emma Swan. And following you to the other side of the country let me know you loved me too."

She flushed a little. Still overwhelmed by how much he felt for her.

"I'm glad you did all those things. I don't think I deserved it, but I'm glad-"

"Emma-" he began in a cautionary tone.

"I just mean," she clarified, "That I wasn't exactly the easiest person to be around when we met."

Raising his brows, he rolled his eyes, "Well, it's a good thing you have other charms then."

"Hey!" she cried, playfully punching his arm. He caught her fist and stared into her eyes for a second. Her breath caught as she watched his brow furrow.

A silent tension filled the air between them. Emma swallowed, searching his face, heart thudding.

Slowly, quietly, she held her breath as he released her and took hold of her hand. He seemed deep in thought. The seconds ticked by like infinite moments.

"Emma," he whispered. She watched him reach into his pocket before slowly slipping to one knee.

She gasped.

"I'd planned on doing this later. In the restaurant, or maybe we'd take a walk in the park and find somewhere romantic but-" his hand came out of his pocket, in it a small, black velvet box.

"Will you marry me?" he asked. Simple. To the point. Honest.

At first she struggled to reply. The burn of tears played at the corner of her eyes. Her breath became shaky.

"Yes," she whispered. She watched, mesmerized, as he flicked open the lid with his thumb. Inside was a ring set with a deep blue stone hugged by small diamonds.

He picked it from its velvet bed. Looking from the ring, to her, he raised his brows. She nodded, holding out her hand and letting him slide the silvery band onto her finger. It felt strange. The finger was unaccustomed to jewelry. For a second she just looked at it.

"It's beautiful," she sighed.

"Not beautiful enough,' he replied before kissing her hand and standing. "So I guess dinner has become a celebratory occasion?"

"I guess," she smiled, biting her lip. "Hey, do you think we could push back the reservation a little?"

"I don't see why not," he shrugged, "Why-"

He didn't get to finish. She launched forward, pulling him into a searing kiss, her fingers pressing through his hair. He groaned into her mouth and she felt that thrilling spark in her gut.

Breathing heavily, she stopped for a moment. "Maybe we can start the celebration here?"

The smile he gave her, caught her breath.

"Aye," he whispered, reaching down towards her mouth again, "That's a fine idea."

The End

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