This time the giggles did get the best of Emma. "Is it possible for any wedding to ever be worthy of us?" she asked. "We could be forty and still waiting for the fabulous-ness to catch-up."

"You could hate me by the time we're fifty. You could hate me by the time we're thirty."

None of this was a no.

Emma finally opened her eyes and let go of his hands to drape her arms over his shoulders. "You're serious," she checked, yet again. "No gremlin bites, no concussions?"

Though Jack might have a hard time answering verbally, as Emma had finally decided on the 'kiss him senseless right there in the front yard' route.