"You're hiding something, kid," Emma said as she took a bite of cereal.

"What makes you think I'm hiding something?" Henry asked, almost too innocently.

"You've been quiet almost all morning, and you have that look in your eye." She looked him up and down from across the table. "Did you fail a test or something?"

"Don't you think Grams would let you know if I failed a test?" He was giving her that smirk he had when he felt right.

"No, she'd ask you to do the right thing. And if you didn't, she'd still beat around the bush and make me ask before she told on you." She took another bite of her cereal before pointing her spoon at him. "I'll find out what you're hiding. You know that, right?"

Henry got up from the table, making his way to the sink to deposit his dishes. "No you won't. Because I'm not hiding anything, Mom." He turned back after he was finished. "I know we were going to stay in today, but can we go to the park?"

Emma stood up and put her bowl in the sink as well. "Sure. Just let me take a shower."

Henry watched as she walked up to her room, listening intently until he heard the sound of her shower turning on. Henry bounded up the stairs to his room, grabbing his walkie talkie and pressing the button. "The eagle is in the nest I repeat, the eagle is in the nest."

Emma noted the unnatural quiet as she stepped out of her room after drying her hair. Normally Henry would watch something on TV while he waited for her to get ready, but she didn't hear anything coming from the direction of the living room. She walked slowly down the hallway, mindful of the amount of noise she made, until she came upon the living room, stopping in her tracks.

Standing in the middle of the living area was Killian, dressed in his best pirate attire. He stood tall, looking amazing in the light of the candles that now lined the room, accompanied by random flowers. Emma could see Henry at the bottom of the stairs behind him, beaming at the handiwork.

"What is this?"

"Lass, I thought long and hard about this before I even asked your father and Henry for their blessing. I thought about where I might do it or how I might do it. I thought of extravagant ways to ask for your hand, but I thought better of it, because extravagant isn't us. While our love may be leaps and bounds bigger than others, at the core, we are simply Emma and Killian. So," he turned toward Henry and extended his hand to him. Emma was still floored by what was going on to really pay attention to the exchange. Suddenly, Killian was right in front of her, taking her than, and dropping to his knee. "I simply ask you, Emma Swan, to be with me to the end of days and beyond that. Be my wife."

Emma looked up at Henry, who was still grinning like an idiot, and she was sure she was, too. Her gaze dropped back to Killian, and she opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her. So, she dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled him into a searing kiss, letting him know that nothing but him could make her happier.

When he pulled back, he looked happily into her eyes. "I'm going to take that as a yes, correct?"

"Yes. It's a yes," she laughed. She felt him pull her hand to him again as he slid a ring onto her finger. A very familiar ring. "Is that?"

"This is the ring your father gave to your mother, when he intended to marry her, and they were very insistent that I use it, saying that love always followed it wherever it went. I thought it was a good idea. I'm horrid at picking out jewelry," he said, smirking.

She scoffed. "Says the guy who wears more of it than I do," she said, leaning in to kiss him again, but was interrupted when Henry coughed. She looked over Killian's shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I don't mean to break up the happy stuff here, but you were in the shower for longer than we thought, and the candles are starting to drip wax onto the floor."