This will be a fic about how I imagine Robin and Regina's wedding. It will include a multitude of characters, as well as have touches of 'Captain Swan' and 'Snowing'. I wrote this awhile ago so I had to adjust a few things. For the purpose of this story, pretend that Robin said 'I choose you', Marian collapsed, but could not be saved in time (Sorry, Marian!). This takes place roughly a year after that. I hope I can do 'OutlawQueen' as well as the other OUAT family relations and friendships justice.
Disclaimer: This is purely for fun. I own none of these characters, they belong to creative geniuses Adam Horowitz & Eddy Kitsis, as well as ABC.
"I still can't believe you're getting married, let alone in the woods," Henry chuckled, his gaze falling over his adoptive mother's attire as she finished sticking a diamond stud earring through her lobe.
Regina slowly turned away from the full length mirror she was facing, to smile at her son. "Trust me, I can hardly believe it myself. All of this."
She closed the small gap standing between the two, hands reaching out and straightening the teenager's ivory colored tie. Her eyes were drowning beneath a swell of tears and she took a shallow breath before speaking, hands sliding from Henry's tie to his shoulders, covered by a black suit jacket, "You look very handsome, very grown up. A little too grown up."
"Mom," He groaned, rolling his eyes in exasperation.
All Regina could do was laugh, a soft giggle choked with emotion. He may think he is "too cool" for his mother's affections, that he is entering manhood and therefore no longer open to sentimental moments with the woman who raised him from infant to toddler to child to the bright, respectful adolescent he had become, but he was very much mistaken. Whether he cared to admit it, or like it even, he would always be her little prince.
For so long, the only emotion Regina had to hold on to was anger. Pain, regret, grief, they were all buried within her soul for so long, darkening her heart, poisoning her mind, fueling her hatred, the only thing that she had.
Until Henry.
When she adopted him, she felt a light illuminate within her. She still had her anger, her sadness, her bitter memories, but she also had something she hadn't truly had since Daniel died- love.
And that love had had many tumultuous moments, from minor incidents like when he was three and she scolded him for standing on the kitchen counter (trying to reach the cookie jar before dinner, no less!) to the major fallouts after he tracked down Emma and brought her to Storybrooke. But nothing, no matter how great, lessened her love for her son, her baby boy whom she may not have birthed, but who felt as deep in her soul as he had been in Emma's womb.
She never thought she'd love anyone else, or have anyone else love her. Certainly not with the kind of love that looked beyond her Evil Queen machinations. She had accepted that fact, that "True Love" was for the Charmings of the world, that love from many was something reserved for the Saviors, not the villains. She was content with her heart, not quite as dark and no longer strangled by the vice of her past, belonging completely to her son.
Until Robin (and Roland) Hood.
Like an arrow straight through her heart, the infamous thief shot into her soul, his adorable four-year-old not far behind, and once again, Regina Mills was able to believe in love.
They had not had an easy relationship, who assumed that an outlaw and a queen would, but they did have a love that accepted the darkest and lightest parts of one another, a chemistry unlike Regina had ever felt within herself and with another person, and a connection that made her feel as if she were no longer alone, no longer searching for a way to feel complete, not because she wasn't whole without him, but because Robin had restored the part of her that she had thought she buried with Daniel in her coffin- her hope, her passion, her belief in herself. Cora, Rumpelstiltskin, Leopold, Emma, anyone who had convinced her that she wasn't good enough as a woman or a queen or a sorceress or a mother, they had been deafened by Robin's encouragement, his faith in her powers, his admiration of her maternal nature, his love.
Because of her love for Daniel, she learned to be strong physically, to no longer bow to those who wanted to control her, but because of her love for Robin, Regina learned to be strong emotionally, to know she didn't need resentment or hatred for her determination, to know she was powerful with love in heart, not weak as her mother had told her in a prior life. And if Robin were to die as her first love tragically had, she would be left a hole in her soul, but that love for herself still in tact.
But, thanks be to pixie dust, her true love wasn't deceased, he was in a tent, identitical to the one she was standing in, a few yards away, getting ready for their wedding.
After lost memories, flying monkeys, wicked sisters, revived, frozen, then, once again, deceased ex-spouses, Robin and Regina were finally getting married.
She now had more love in her life then she could have ever dreamed of, but while she was gaining a husband and a step-son, no one could replace her favorite man, the young one standing before her, mockng her surge of emotions that seeing him looking mature and ready to leave her and take on the world any minute brought upon.
Regina's smile widened, one hand coming to her face to wipe a stray tear from her cheek, the other gently shaking her son's shoulder, "'Mom', that's right. Which gives me carte blanche to be utterly amazed by my son, got it?"
Henry once again rolled his eyes, yet a grin tugged at the corner of his lips, "Got it."
Her hands came up, cupping his cheeks, as she bent slightly, locking four brown eyes, "I love you, Henry Daniel MIlls."
"I love you, Regina Mills Hood," Henry teased and Regina simply laughed, reeling her child into a tight hug.
She sighed into his shaggy brown hair (a tad too long for her liking, she'd have to talk to Ms. Swan about that before she departed for her honeymoon), a hand complete with perfectly manicured nails, rubbing up and down his back, "You're okay with this, right? The wedding, the family expanding to the "Mills-Hood's'?"
"I thought it'd be the Hood-Mills family, if we're going alphabetically." The pair separated and Henry guffawed at his mother's serious expression, "Mom, I am more than okay with this. I just want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy."
"But this isn't just about me, it's about you, as well. I know you have Emma and your grandparents, but you are a crucial part of this family Robin and I-"
Henry reached his arms up, less of a distance now then just a couple years ago when he did the same action and told Regina that she wasn't a villain, she was his mom, thanks to his growth spurt, planting them on her shoulders, "Relax. I love Robin, he's awesome. Would I have told you to be happy when I knew he was still in love with you or, hell-"
"Language!" Regina quickly corrected, making another mental note to tell his biological mother to reign in the cursing around their son.
The 15-year-old ignored the reprimand and carried on with his thought, "Would I have said yes when Robin asked for my blessing to propose to you?"
That's true, Regina thought wistfully. It was such a beautiful gesture. Robin knew, probably better than anyone, of how important Henry was in her life. He had been the one to beg her not to put herself in an eternal sleep, even though, at that time, he was just an annoying thief and she a childless mother who took it out on said thief. So when he had told her, post-proposal (post several events, actually), as they laid bare, covered in nothing but one another on the bed in her vault, the entire space lit by a countless amount of candles Robin had set up, that she should thank her son for allowing it to take place, she was touched. Touched that Robin had asked and that Henry had said yes, and, as if she hadn't already been so in love with the man whose chest her head rested on, she connected their lips and showed him, once more, how deeply she appreciated him.
"It's also cool to have a brother now," Henry commented, breaking Regina from her thoughts.
Regina sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, nodding, "You always did want siblings."
Before Henry knew of adoptions or Enchanted Forests, he had been relentless in asking Regina for more family, for a brother or sister he could play with. It wasn't possible in those days, it was hard enough to procure Henry via Gold and Storybrooke was hardly advanced enough for medical ways of becoming impregnated, and even if it were, she didn't want to risk being tied to a dwarf, the cricket, or, God forbid, Charming (well that fear came back to bite her in the ass, didn't it?), for the rest of her life.
But now her son had grandparents, two mothers, a father he, albeit briefly, got to know, and more family, from David and Mary Margaret's young son to Robin, seemed to be added almost every day, and Regina was grateful that her little prince included Roland in that family.
He removed his hands from their place on her body and shrugged, eyes staring down at the floor below, "Who knows, maybe Roland and I will get even more siblings." He risked a peek at her, an impish grin undeniably covering his lips.
Regina's mouth popped up, eyebrows raised in shock at Henry's suggestion. She didn't know how to respond to that, so she allowed the first thing that came to mind, inexplicably, fall from her lips, "You're almost as bad as Robin."
She winced as soon as she said it.
Henry's eyes lit up and Regina swore she saw him bounce on the heels of his feet like a small child asking for candy, "Well, if you are outnumbered!"
The bride had not divulged she and Robin's talks, because that was all there was- talks- thus far, to anyone. For all the nosy, small town knew was that Robin and Regina had their sons and that was that. And it was true, Regina would be very happy if it stayed her and her three boys, the three people that had made her happier than she ever had been. But she couldn't deny that whenever Robin brought up the topic of adding a third child to their family, she became entranced by the possibility.
However, discussing it with her teenage son on her wedding day was not the time or place.
"How about we get through today first, alright?" She said, to which Henry nearly cut her off, his eager finger pointed toward her.
"You didn't say no!"
Regina couldn't help but laugh incredulously, "Henry!"
"Just think about it. Please?"
Regina sighed, staring at his pleading eyes, his hands clasped together in front of him. Who was she to deny her son, let alone on an occasion that centered around uniting their family. "I promise that Robin and I will discuss it. Just not today."
Not a lie, in any way. Yet, she did decide to omit the small detail that her magical birth control was no longer in tact, so it's not so much a discussion between her and groom as it is a discussion between fate and nature.
"Yes!" Henry cheered, reaching forward and hugging his mother again.
She gave him an extra squeeze than removed herself from the Truest Believer, her hands coming to the front of her dress, pressing down the material in case it had been wrinkled.
"You look really pretty, Mom. You look happy."
Regina smiled and blinked several times, in quick succession, in an attempt to keep the tears at bay again, "Thank you, Henry."
Suddenly, the flap to the tent, a large, makeshift, closed-in canopy, that Regina had summoned with her magic, containing a clean, wooden floor, several comfortable sitting options, and a vanity area for when she had gotten ready, opened, revealing Henry's other mother.
"Sorry to interrupt," Emma greeted, entering the space, looking between her son and his adoptive mother.
"Henry, perhaps you should speak to Emma and the pirate about wanting to expand the family," Regina, wielding a cunning grin, suggested, applying a falsified innocent tone to her voice.
Her son turned to his birth mother, whose eyes had gone wide, with the same excitement pouring from his pores as before.
"Wh-what?" Emma stuttered, the blonde glancing at Regina like a deer caught in headlights.
Henry laughed, shaking his head, "Nothing, Mom. It's fine."
Emma's shoulders visibly sagged with relief and she quickly wet her lips, no doubt parched from her mouth hanging open in shock, before addressing her son, "Kid, Robin wants to see you in his tent."
"Got it," Henry answered, then turned back to Regina, embracing her again, "See you out there, Mom."
He extracted himself, giving Emma side-ways hug on his way out of the tent, leaving the two alone.
After a moment of stiff silence, Emma spoke.
"Listen, Regina, I know things haven't exactly been the smoothest between us in the past, but I am really happy that you and Robin are getting married and I'm glad I can be here as a friend, not a enemy or a co-parent or, well, whatever you and Mary Margaret call yourselves."
Regina chuckled, "Thank you, Miss Swan."
Emma rolled her eyes, hands finding purchase on her hips, "Really? Even on you wedding day you can't call me 'Emma'?"
Regina shrugged, "I still call Robin 'thief' and I actually love him."
The women shared a smile and Emma shook her head, "Poor guy."
The sheriff's hands fell from her body, which was dressed in a knee-length, strapless, lavender-hued frock, and she held her hand up, "Which reminds me, another gentleman requested your attention."
The Queen's brow furrowed as Emma left the tent and returned a few seconds later, a significantly smaller individual with a mop of brunette curls, trailing in behind her.
"Regina!" Roland shouted with glee, then racing over to where she stood.
She crouched down, catching her soon-to-be son in her arms as he collided into her. She hugged him to her with an equal ferocity as his small arms squeezing her neck, breathing in the familiar smell of pine, the scent that had come to represent love to her.
"I'll give you two some privacy," Emma murmured.
Regina opened the eyes she hadn't realized she had closed during her loving embrace with Roland, catching Emma's eye before the Savior left, "Thank you, Emma."
Emma smirked at her former adversary's purposeful enunciation of her name, "You're welcome, Mrs. Hood."