"Operation Engagement!"

"Too obvious, Roland!" Henry argued with the younger boy, rolling his eyes and scoffing something that sounded a lot like 'amateur'.

"Any suggestions, little princess?" Killian cooed at the baby he was holding in his arms. He chuckled when little she waved her hands around.

"Operation Emma?" Roland suggested quietly.

"Hmm, what about Operation Swan?" Killian piped in.

"Perfect!" Henry agreed, beaming up at Killian meanwhile.

Henry pulled off the cap of the marker with his teeth and spelled out the words on the blank piece of paper laying on the coffee table. Once he had finished scribbling the title onto the paper, the boys simply stared at it in silence.

"We've got the name… Now what?" Killian asked, lightly scratching behind his ear.

"We should've called David into this meeting…" Henry suggested quietly.

"Too right, m'boy!"

A second later, Killian leapt up off the couch, handing over little Emilia to Henry, jumping over the coffee table and making his way to the door.

"I'll be back in less than an hour! Henry, you're in charge!" he added as he opened the door and darted out.

Third time's the charm. His house – no David. The station – no David. Finally, he had managed to find him in The Rabbit Hole, nursing a bottle of beer in his hand as he watched what they called 'football' on the screen hanging in the top corner of the bar.

Killian walked towards him, clapping his hand on David's shoulder before taking the empty stool next to his. He turned his head at Killian's presence and gave him a small nod of acknowledgement. Killian gestured to the bartender to get him whatever David had.

The moment he took a sip of the beer, he's spat it right back out, earning an unamused face from the bartender.

"Sorry, mate," he apologised. "Tastes like goddamn piss. Rum, please."

"How is it that you can handle rum, but not beer?" David asked genuinely, laughing slightly at the look of disgust on Killian's face.

"I'm immune to it," he smiled, before gulping down most of the rum in the glass.

"What're you doing here anyway? Weren't you supposed to look after- Where's Emilia!" he yelled, as he stood up abruptly from the stool.

"Calm down, mate. Henry's looking after her," he pulled David back onto the stool from his shoulder.

David stared at Killian for a while, only when fully convinced, he took another sip of his beer.

"Do you remember a few months back, when we were talking about Emma's wellbeing and I mentioned how I'd like to some day marry her?"

Cautiously, David nodded. He was unsure whether or not he liked where this was going.

"Aye, well, I want to marry her," Killian continued, adding, "-today," after a moment.

"Today? Are you crazy! You're not even engaged!"

"No, no! What I meant to say is, I'd like to marry her soon, and I'm thinking of asking for her hand in marriage one of these days," he corrected himself. "Back then, you told me I had your blessing when the time came. I just wanted to make sure that you hadn't changed your mind." David's expression softened slightly at his explanation.

"Jones, you've done a lot for my daughter. You still have my blessing," he assured him, a small smile appearing on his lips as he clinked his bottle to Killian's glass.

"Great!" Killian jumped. "'Cause me and the boys are stuck in a rut, and I think we may need your touch of romantics."

"Come on," David got up, pulling out some cash from his wallet and dropping it on the bar. "Let's plan your proposal."

Meet me by the docks, tonight – 7 pm.

KJ

She should be excited. She is excited, knowing that he does have a ring and is probably planning on proposing. But this was the fourth romantic gesture of the week, and on each date, it ended the same way they usually ended – the both of them going to bed together with no ring on her finger.

The first time, he'd asked her to come by Granny's after hours. When she arrived, the lights were turned off – the candles the only thing allowing her to see anything. She was sure he was going to ask tonight – completely sure. There was one point of the night where she had no doubt in her mind that he was going to ask her, but he didn't. Instead, he kissed her on the lips and told her how beautiful she was.

The next time, he left a note for her, asking her to meet him by the town-line. It was a strange request, but Emma obliged, thinking he wanted a secluded area to ask her, without any interruptions. But again, he didn't. This time, he trailed kisses softly on her jaw and told her how she was the most brilliant person he'd ever met.

The third time, she'd come home late to the loft beautifully decorated with flowers and candles. The table was set beautifully. Usually, they'd just order in – since Emma was not very domesticated, nor could Killian really cook with a hook for a hand – but this time, he'd prepared them dinner. Even though it wasn't that fancy (pesto chicken breast with crème brulee – which she was sure Mary Margaret had helped him with) she couldn't have felt more content. Emma would've been lying had she said that she wasn't expecting a ring hidden nicely in the dessert. But alas, nothing. He reached across the table and held her hand, caressing the back of it smoothly with his thumb. Then, he told her how she was the strongest person he'd ever have the privilege of loving. She tried to hide her disappointment of the lack of proposal behind her smile, as she leaned over the table and met his lips halfway.

Before this, she hadn't even spared a thought about marriage. Yes, she wanted to spend her life with Killian, but she never thought about the idea of getting married and actually being someone's wife. And then, she almost lost him – again. And she couldn't risk that. So when she found the ring, she panicked at first, but, that was what she wanted anyway. She wanted him. She loved him. And he loved her.

That was all she needed - him and Henry.

Coming out from her car, she wasn't surprised to see the pathway from the docks to his ship was lit romantically with small candles. She followed where the pathway led, and standing at the main deck stood Killian Jones. He wasn't wearing his usual pirate garb (he hadn't since his coat ripped, but he still wore those god blessed leather pants occasionally), instead, he was wearing a smart navy blue three-piece suit, that didn't help but brighten the colour of his eyes (as well as his prosthetic hand in replacement of his hook).

He strode towards her, holding out his hand and guiding her up the gangplank. With a soft smile on his lips, he procured a rose from inside the blazer and placed it in her hands, kissing her on the cheek at the same time.

"Hello," he smiled, as she pecked a kiss on his lips.

"Hey," she smiled back.

"You look beautiful, love." His hand found hers, and he stroked the back of it with his thumb. "I don't know how I'd ever come to deserve a woman like you. Of course, the road to deserving you was never smooth, but it was well worth the wait. I love you for your brilliance," – a kiss to her forehead, "for your wit," – her cheek, "for your strength," - the other check, "for your need to always challenge me," – her nose, "and lastly for your-"

"Wait, Killian," she pulled away, startling him slightly. "Stop."

"What?"

"I know! I know about the ring – and I've been ready to say 'yes' this whole damn week, but nothing!" she ranted, stepping back slightly and waved her arms around, wiping the confused look off Killian's face, replacing it with a completely amused one. "You've been romantic with me the whole week – not that that's anything new or something – but I need you to know that I'm not going to run! I want to be with you!"

Killian pinched the bridge of his nose and chuckled inwardly.

"And now you're laughing at me!"

"Love, shut up for a minute will you?" he stepped forward back into her space and placed his index finger on her lips, silencing her immediately. "If you had let me finish, I would've ended it with a 'and lastly, for your stubbornness.'" He kissed her on the lips, while his hand cradled the back of her head, deepening it.

"And then," he said, pulling away from the kiss, "I would've brought you up here," he took her hand and led her towards the forecastle deck. Candles had been lit, creating a pathway leading towards a single blanket laid out in the centre of the surface. He pulled her to the blanket and held her shoulders in place, asking her to stay put. "Then," he continued slowly, before descending down before her, planting one knee on the floor, "I'd get down on one knee, and list out all the reasons I love you – well most, there are far too many for me to list out in a single night," he smirked, making her blush slightly. "I'd then take this out." He reached into his blazer and pulled out a blue velvet box. "I hear women like it when their rings are in these boxes rather than a simple pouch in this realm," he winked. He flipped the box open with one hand expertly – almost as though he'd been practicing – procuring a ring, with a silver band and a light shade of green tinted into the jewel on it – a green amethyst ring, he called it. "It was my mother's," he reminisced. "It was to be given to Liam, but after unfortunate events, it went to me. On the way to me actually wanting to give it to the person who well deserved it, I lost it, to Blackbeard – that's why I had to go back."

He pulled out the ring from its comfortable insert and closed the box again, placing it by his knee. He clumsily moved the ring from his palm to in between his index finger and thumb, holding it out for her.

"Emma Swan, will you make me the happiest man in this realm, as well as the next, and do me the honor of being my wife?"

"I can't believe you forgot!"

"I didn't forget, I just-"

"It's our anniversary, Swan!"

"I remember our wedding anniversary! Just not the engagement!"

"Was the proposal not grand enough to your liking?" he scoffed immaturely, crossing his arms to add more effect. However hard he tried, Emma still managed to catch the (terribly) hidden smile under his pouting lips.

"I'm sorry," she said softly as she snaked her arms from behind him and hugged him. She left a trail of kisses starting from his naked shoulder blades, up to his shoulders and down the scruff of his jaw. "I'll make it up to you," she whispered in his ear, "tonight."

He couldn't contain his smile even if he tried. The moment she spoke those words, he immediately turned back to face he, grabbed her by the waist and pinned her on the bed.

"You better," he threatened her emptily. Kissing her hard on the mouth.

"So, I'm forgiven then?" she leaned up and pecked him on his lips.

"Love, I could never stay mad at you," he placed soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. "Especially not with our little miracle growing inside you," he smiled proudly, filling Emma's heart up completely. He moved down her body slowly, stopping when he reached her stomach. He laid soft butterfly kisses countlessly on the still very tiny bump.

Ever since she'd told him a week ago, he couldn't stop touching the bump. Within the week, whenever anything remotely dangerous was nearby her, she'd find his hand placed on top of her belly protectively. Her life honestly couldn't have gotten any better than this. She had Henry, their little baby, her parents, and of course him.

A year ago, when he asked what he'd done to deserve someone like her, she really could only wonder what she had done to deserve him. All she ever did was push him away, but he fought – he fought for her. Like no one had ever done for her before.

The sound of the bedroom door opening pulled Emma out of her thoughts, as well as made Killian jump under the covers. Henry stood by the entrance with a tray in his hands, accompanied with a grossed out look on his face.

"Just kissing her belly, I promise lad," Killian assured him, raising his hands (hand and stump) up in surrender.

"Yeah, yeah," Henry sighed as he walked over to the couple and placed the tray of food in front of the both of them. "I made you guys breakfast. Happy anniversary," he kissed his mom's cheek and later grinned at Killian.

"See Swan! Even our boy remembers!"

Our boy. Emma still couldn't get over how much Killian loved Henry, and how much her son accepted the pirate into the family so easily.

"Mom, you forgot? But then again, I did help plan Operation Swan, if you recall correctly," he smirked at Killian.

"I remember it very well," Killian winked.

"Okay, I don't appreciate the two of you having coded messages here!" Emma interrupted.

"It's nothing," Henry laughed it off, sitting at the foot of the bed. "It's funny – usually, it's the guys who forget all the anniversaries."

"Yeah, well he's a sap,"

"Yeah, well I'm romantic," the pair answered at the same time, causing a glare-off between the two. As per usual, he was the one to give in first, smiling and pulling her into his arms.

"You two are nauseating," Henry jokingly gagged. "Happy anniversary again," he wished the couple as he stood up.

"Thanks for the breakfast, kid," Emma smiled, earning one back from her son.

"Where you going?" Killian asked.

"I'm heading out - I'm going to go see Gr- a friend," he said walking backwards to the door.

"A friend, I'm sure," Killian teased, and Henry simply rolled his eyes, as he walked out of the room - the small smirk growing on his lips contradicting his actions.

"He's growing up so quickly," Emma mentioned moments later as they were digging in on their breakfast. "He's going to be a great older brother."

"Of course, the lad is! Look at how he takes care of Roland and Emilia," he said fondly.

"And you're going to be a great dad – you know that right?"

"At first, I was admittedly worried. But we're going to go through this together, and we're going to raise the fiercest little pirate you'll ever see." His eyes sparkled with love. "Either a fierce pirate – or a little princess," he added.

Once she'd finished her food, he lifted the tray and placed it on the nightstand. Finding a comfortable position back on the bed, he pulled her back, laying her body on his chest while his right arm draped over her shoulder. His hand found hers and he stroked it lovingly.

"You're already a great dad," she turned to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"And you're going to be a magnificent mother, not that you already aren't," he kissed the top of her head. "I love you so much you know that? I'd travel the bloody seven seas for you and this little family of ours."

"I know. And I couldn't have chosen a better person to marry, because I am, and will always be, so damn in love with you."

A/N: The end! I hope you guys enjoyed my little multi-chap, 'cause I really enjoyed writing it!

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