Hello friends! I'm not sure if this has been done before but this stupid bunny would not leave me alone. When I saw someone make a reference to this movie on another fic I just could not do it anymore and so I wrote it down (or rather I am writing it down).

This is going to be an Imagine Me and You AU with our beloved OUAT characters taking the stage. Since it's based on the movie there will be lines that you will recognise as I've taken them directly from the screen (especially now in the beginning while I'm still finding my stride). However I've still tried to keep the characters as true to themselves as possible. Hopefully that's all sweet with you guys though :) Also, there will of course be no curse, no magic, no fairytale bs, etc.

Btw, if you haven't seen this movie then you most definitely should.


Emma lay in bed wide-awake and purposefully not looking at her alarm clock. She had spent the vast majority of the night tossing and turning, nerves eating at her stomach and at three AM, after having spent roughly five hours watching the numbers turn in slow motion, she had finally gotten fed up with herself and turned the alarm to face the wall. From that moment on, she fought both the butterflies and her desire to know the hours, minutes, and seconds left until she was to start the day. Her day. At some point she had fallen into a fitful sleep and had awoken just as dawn was breaking, sheets wrapped around her legs and pillows on the floor.

The bedroom door creaked open, and Emma fought a smile while she closed her eyes and feigned sleep. Soft footsteps carefully made their way to the bed before a small body launched itself up and collided with hers.

"Mama! Time to wakey!" the small bundle yelled, excitement jiggling the mattress. The boy cocked his head to the side at his mother's lack of response. He sprung up and started jumping on the bed. "Mama! Mama! Up!"

Emma's whole body danced with the mattress as she bided her time before leaping up and tackling her son. They landed on the other side of the bed; loud giggles echoing in the room before the obnoxious shrill of the alarm announced that it was indeed time to get up.

"Are you ready?" Emma asked the boy.

He nodded, unadulterated joy shining in his eyes.

They rolled out of bed and padded over to the en suite. Side by side they brushed their teeth, smiles never leaving their faces. They spat and rinsed, Emma helping her son reach the running water. All finished, he smiled up at her so that she could check that he'd done a good job, earning a loud smacking kiss on his chubby cheek.

An insistent knock came at the front door and the boy yelled that he would get it before taking off in a sprint. Emma followed him out of the room at a more leisurely pace, already certain of who would be at the door. Her suspicions were confirmed at the loud "Henry!" exclaimed by her mother and best friend as the door swung open to reveal the small boy.

The two women entered the room after hugging the boy, and let out a piercing squeal when they caught sight of the blonde. Emma couldn't help but join them and pretty soon, all four were in hysterics, including Henry who wasn't too sure what they were laughing about but was glad to jump on the bandwagon.

Once they had quieted down, Emma sent Henry off to grab his miniature tuxedo from his closet s she led the women into her room.

"I can't believe my little girl is getting married," Mary Margaret blubbered as she saw the wedding dress hanging by the window, light hitting it just so.

Emma gave her mother a watery smile and watched as her best friend Ruby handed over a tissue. The first of many to come.

"Well, I have to say it's about time he put a ring on it. It's been five years since Henry was born and you were together a year before that. If he didn't marry you, I would've," Ruby gave her a wolfish grin.

Henry ran into the room, having gone one step further and attempted to put on his suit all by himself. Buttons lopsided and belt open, his level of adorableness skyrocketed and the women all but swooned.

Mary Margaret fussed over the boy as Ruby sat Emma down so she could get started on her makeup. Emma mulled over the idea of getting Henry to change out of the tux until later, knowing that a million and one terrible things could happen to it from now until the wedding, but decided against it once she saw his enormous grin. Her boy was absolutely ecstatic that his mother and father were going to get married. They were going to be a real and true family. Or so her mother kept telling him.

As Ruby worked, Emma thought. She thought about every thing that had led her to this moment. How, despite her meddling parents and his less-than-law abiding father, her and Neal had managed to make this work. When barely a year into their relationship Emma had discovered that she was pregnant, she had, for a split second, thought that her life was all but over. Barely out of her teens and still new to the long-term dating scene, the fleeting thought of running away crossed her mind. But once she had told Neal and his face radiated pure happiness, she let herself share in his joy. And it was the best thing she could've done.

"I have a question," Henry asked, breaking Emma out of her reverie with his high-pitched voice.

"Yes Sweetheart," Mary Margaret answered, still fixing his jacket, knowing full well she would need to do so again later.

"Why is the alphabet in that order?"

The women were stunned for a moment at such a question escaping the five-year-old's lips before they broke out in more laughter.

"Nobody knows, nobody cares," Ruby joked while pulling a face. Henry laughed, placated for the time being.

Half an hour later and he had gotten sufficiently bored, choosing to run off to his room and entertain himself while the women finished up. Every now and then a loud cheer could be heard from a few doors down as a superhero figurine won over a fun-sized villain.

An hour and a half after that, Ruby and Mary Margaret sat at the edge of the bed waiting for Emma to exit the adjoining bathroom. Ruby was dressed in her signature red, which she had somehow convinced Emma to use for the bridesmaids dresses. The dress was sparkly, short and strapless. The three magic S words.

Mary Margaret was worrying the skirt of her modest nude dress. Ruby placed her manicured hand over Mary Margaret's, stilling the wrinkling of the dress. She was especially glad Mary Margaret had opted for a draped skirt, ensuring that the nervous scrunching would not produce lasting creases.

Their breaths caught in their throats as Emma tentatively walked out. Face glowing, her luscious blonde hair was pulled away from her face in intricate plaits before landing in a large bun near the top of her head. Her body was encased in a simple white wedding dress, pulled in at the waist and showing off her thin frame. The beading on the delicate straps and around her waist made her alabaster skin shine. The grin on her face helped too.

"Wow," Ruby exhaled, just in time for Mary Margaret to burst into another round of tears. Emma bit her lip to stop her teardrops from falling at the sight of her mother's cries.

"No!" Ruby exclaimed, exasperated. "There will be no more crying! I don't have the time to fix your make up again so if you ruin it, tough. You'll just have to deal with smudged eyes and uneven blush all day. And that goes for both of you."

She gave them both a pointed look before strutting off to check that Henry was ready to go. They had a wedding to attend to.


"I want something that says 'I'm sorry he's dead, but not that sorry. He was just a dog and you shouldn't have loved him more than me.' Can you make me a bunch that says that?"

Regina stared at her customer in response. Jesus Christ, she thought as she looked at the mousy woman. Clearing her throat gently, she told the woman she knew exactly what she needed before grabbing a pre-prepared bunch of pink and yellow flowers.

The woman looked cautious as Regina rung her up, almost as if she felt like she was being made a fool of. Which, if Regina was being honest, she most definitely was.

"There you go," Regina said in a sickly sweet tone as she handed over the bouquet. "Be back soon."

Grabbing the flowers, the woman left the store with a confused look on her face. Regina's smile immediately dropped as she heard the bells of the closing door, and let out the eye roll she had been trying to contain throughout the whole transaction. People exhausted her.

Leaning up against the counter, she looked at the clock only to find that her assistant was running late. Exceptionally late. She would be sure to rip her a new one when she deigned to show her face.

It wasn't until Regina was filling the company car with reception flowers that Tink appeared.

"You're late," she remarked with a wry smile and matching glare.

"Yes I am. What's the job?" Tink asked, nodding at the car full of flowers.

"Wedding."

"Nice people?"

Regina didn't falter as she continued packing the car, but gave Tink a pointed look as she replied. "Haven't met them. Only interacted with the mother and she was a bit of an idiot. Demanding, but an idiot."

"Aren't they all?" Tink replied with a mocking grin as she helped Regina with the last of the flowers. "You coming out with me tonight?"

"Definitely."

Tink squinted her eyes in disbelief. "Fantastic, we'll go together."

"It'll be easier if I just meet you there."

"Yeah, you're not coming are you?"

"Nope," Regina popped the 'p' as she smoothed her black pencil skirt before getting into the car and driving off.