A/N: Okay so a reviewer on the last chapter, iWant9Lives2Live, suggested an epilogue. So, I got to thinking of one and this one just came to mind and I couldn't avoid writing it! This is the final chapter and I hope you enjoy :)

"No more shots for you," Killian told David, who just tossed back another shot of tequila and he was not at all envious of the hangover David would surely have the next morning.

David hiccupped and Emma froze for a moment, afraid for the incoming vomit in the middle of the crowded bar. But it never came as David smile drunkenly at his best friend. "Oh come on, Killy. It's my twenty-seventh birthday. Let loose."

Killian rolled his eyes as he put down his glass full of rum on the sticky table. "Don't call me 'Killy.'"

Emma spoke up as she rolled her eyes at the two of them, searching over the tall heads at the bar for Mary Margaret's petite frame. "I don't think Mary Margaret is gonna want to take care of her drunk husband while he pukes all over the kitchen."

"That happened one time," David slurred, hiccupping again. He nearly toppled over in his chair, but Killian placed his hand on David's back quickly enough for him to recover. "I'm fine. I'm fine."

Killian looked over at Emma with the most exasperated stare that Emma couldn't help but chuckle at. "We need to get him a cab."

"Mary Margaret will be back soon. She'll take care of him," Emma responded to her boyfriend of two years.

(Yes, boyfriend.)

And just like that, Mary Margaret popped out between two staggeringly tall men, sliding back into her chair with an annoyed sigh. "I hate going to the bathroom at a crowded bar. For a second, I thought I walked into the guys' restroom from all of the urine on the floor."

Emma and Killian snorted and cackled as Mary Margaret stroked her husband's arm. "Are you ready to head out, honey?"

David smiled at his wife and pressed a kiss to her lips, to which both Killian and Emma made over-exaggerated gagging noises. "Of course."

Mary Margaret stood from her chair and helped David out of his, sliding his light jacket over his arms. David hooked his arm over Mary Margaret's shoulder and pressed his lips to the top of her head. "I love you. So much."

Mary Margaret looked up at David with that smile that she's always had when it came to David. "I love you too. Now, let's get home. My pregnant self shouldn't be out this late."

Mary Margaret stroked her barely-there bump as she smiled at Killian and Emma. "See you guys tomorrow for breakfast?" David groaned, holding his stomach, and Mary Margaret sighed. "Make that lunch."

Emma smiled at her sister-in-law. "See ya."

(Emma didn't notice the subtle wink Mary Margaret gave to Killian.)

(Or how Killian's hands started shaking.)

Emma's heart swelled as she watched Mary Margaret help David out of the bar. It made her happy that her brother had found someone so completely perfect for him. And she sighed when she realized that she finally had someone like that for her, even after everything she had been through and believed.

"Ready to go?" Killian asked with that smirk across his face.

Emma nodded with a smile. "Yeah, let's go."

Killian helped Emma out of her chair with him taking her hand and lacing their fingers. Even after dating for two years, her heart pounded at every small touch or whispered declaration of love. Every single day, Killian would do something for her (or to her, if you catch her drift) that made her unable to believe that she had gotten so lucky. Emma hated that she had first pushed him away, so afraid of letting him in and having her heartbroken again, but just as David had said, everything had worked out.

Everything worked out perfectly and Emma had to question herself why she was so afraid in the first place.

Their hands remained weaved together as Killian led Emma out of the bar into the brisk spring night-well, early morning. They walked down the street, shoulders bumping into each other as Killian's thumb stroked the back of Emma's hand. She sighed contently, looking at the city lights and feeling the light wind whipping across her face. She pushed back her long, loose hair as Killian tugged her across the street. Emma looked up and saw the familiar sign of the diner as Killian and her walked closer and closer to it.

"Let's grab a cup of coffee, yeah?" Killian asked, raising an eyebrow at Emma.

Emma nodded a moment later and Killian smiled, tugging her along quickly enough for them to start running down the empty sidewalk. Emma laughed into the deserted streets and her heart was just so full of life and love and Emma never wanted this night to end. Just before they reached the entrance to the diner, Killian pulled Emma toward him and pressed a tender kiss to her lips, a promise of what will surely come when they get back to their apartment.

"What?" Emma asked when Killian pulled away with that wide smile, giggling at those deep blue eyes, so full of love and want.

"Bloody delightful sound, your laugh is," Killian said as he took her hand again, tightly in his.

Emma felt a blush creep onto her cheeks (God it's been nearly two years of dating and she still acts like a teenager around him) and she followed Killian into the diner, the bell above the door chiming and alerting the woman behind the diner's bar to the new customers.

"A hot chocolate with cinnamon for the lady, and a black coffee for me," Killian said to the waitress as he and Emma sat at the candy red barstools. "You know, I haven't been here since that night."

Emma's face reddened. "I come here a lot for lunch with Mary Margaret and Ruby. I guess they don't recognize me since it's during the day and I don't have you hanging off of my face."

Killian chuckled, shrugging off his leather jacket and draping it over the barstool beside him. "If I remember that night correctly, you are the one who initiated things, love." Emma's blush deepened and Killian stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers as the waitress returned with their drinks. "But, I wanted to come back here because this is where it all began."

"Our anniversary isn't for over three and a half months-"

"No, I'm talking about that night," Killian responded with that smile as he ripped open a sugar packet and poured it into his coffee. "It happened exactly two years ago tonight. If it didn't happen, then there's no doubt in my mind that we'd still be bickering at each other now."

Emma chuckled and sipped slowly on her hot chocolate (which the waitress had surprisingly remember to put in the cinnamon.) "We still bicker, Killian."

"You know what I mean, Emma," Killian replied, his tone serious and Emma wondered what was going on. "If the arrangement never happened, we more than likely would've never started dating. And even though the arrangement put us through a lot of pain"-Emma looked down to her folded hands in her lap-"we're here now, dating for almost two years, because of it."

Emma didn't like thinking about the arrangement. Sure, some of the sex caused by the arrangement was some of the best of her entire life, but Emma didn't like thinking about the pain she had caused by breaking things off with Killian. She still relived those awful three weeks in her dreams and memories and there wasn't a day that went by that Emma wanted to go back in time and fix how she reacted that day.

"Hey," Killian said, placing his hand under Emma's chin and lifting her head to meet his eyes again. "Don't feel bad about what happened, alright? It helped me realize things and I know it helped you figure things out, too."

"But I hurt you, Killian. I-"

"Emma, there's something I haven't told you, but I'm gonna say it now," Killian interrupted her, placing his hand firmly against her cheek as he stroked her face with his thumb. "Emma, I've been in love with you ever since the day you walked out."

Emma gulped and holy hell she was not prepared to hear this.

"I knew that I cared for you, but when you left, I knew that my feelings ran much deeper than what I had originally thought," Killian continued, his smile lifting slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me when we worked things out?" Emma asked, gulping back the knot in her throat.

"Because I knew that it would've bloody terrified you," Killian said truthfully and Emma had to agree. She would've in no way been prepared for that. "But it was that day that I realized that I was head-over-heels in love with you and that I would do anything to make you happy. I promised myself the day that we got back together that with this second chance, I would love you with my entire heart-my entire being."

"Why are you saying all of this, Killian?" Emma asked, fear taking ahold of her heart. Oh God, what if this is his breaking-up speech?

Emma noticed Killian's Adam's Apple bob up and down with a large gulp. His hand disappeared from the bar, into his leather jacket pocket on the opposite stool. He let out a long breath, seemingly trying to calm his nerves. His hand dropped from Emma's face as he turned back to her, his knees knocking hers, as Killian held a black, velvety box.

Ohmygod.

Killian opened the box and rested it on the bar, revealing a stunning white-gold diamond ring. God, his hands were shaking with nerves as tears pricked behind Emma's eyes, looking back to her boyfriend.

"I've been wanting to do this for a few weeks now, but tonight just felt right," Killian said, itching that spot behind his ear in that stupidly endearing way. "I wanted it to be a surprise, so-"

Emma cut off whatever Killian was going to say by pressing her lips against his insistently. Emma gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and allowed her tears to escape onto her cheeks. Killian lifted a hand to stroke back her hair as it fell over her shoulder, and then thumbed at the dent in her chin. Emma pulled away and sniffled, keeping her eyes closed to just stay in the moment.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes," Emma repeated over and over again as she smiled and giggled and she couldn't believe she had this.

Killian laughed, such a happy and joyous sound that Emma could never hear enough, and plucked the ring from the box, sliding it onto Emma's left ring finger, where it would forever remain.

"Before I was so rudely interrupted," Killian continued as he stroked Emma's cheek again, "I was going to say that since I wanted this to be a surprise, Mary Margaret helped me pick out this ring."

"I'm surprised she could keep it a secret," Emma said, her voice shaking because she couldn't believe this was happening. She looked back up at her now-fiancé and smiled so wide that it hurt her cheeks. "God, I love you."

"I love you, too, my love," Killian whispered back, his eyes crinkling with his wide smile. "And I always will."

Another note: in case you were curious, this is the ring I was imagining for Emma (because this is my perfect ring)