Author's note: Per request, this is the original ficlet that started off "Legal and Binding". It's incredibly short, but very cute, I think. Unfortunately I can't post the graphic that went along with it. Oh well.


Unintentional

She woke with a sense of unease and what had to be the worst hangover of her life.

Groggily, Maleficent sat up in bed and attempted to make sense of the fog that currently invaded her brain.

She could recall bits and pieces: she and Diaval had gone into town the night before and joined in the celebration taking place at a local pub, but other than that she didn't remember the details.

With a frustrated groan, she brought her hands up to her face…and that was when she caught sight of it.

A ring. Such a tiny, innoccuous thing comprised of faux pearls and bit of elastic. Cereal box jewelry at best. But it was all it took to have her memories of the previous night come crashing back ten-fold.

A ceremony, rose petals, Diaval's charming smile and warm kisses. And a pastor announcing them as man and wife.

Shit. She glanced down and noticed Diaval's sleeping form for the first time, and the identical ring on his finger.

Shit. Shit. SHIT. Maleficent scrambled out of bed, dragging the comforter with her to preserve whatever dignity she had left. "Wake up! Wake up NOW!"

He shot up instantly, his eyes darting around wildly until they fell upon her and he smiled lopsidedly. "Oh. Good morning."

"It is most certainly NOT a good morning."

His eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"Will you look at your left hand please?" she gestured wildly, prompting him to glance down.

He spotted the ring and inspected it briefly. "Oh. Well that's interesting." He looked back at her and saw that she wore an identical one. "Look, you've got one too."

Her voice was small as the realization hit her and she voiced the question that filled her with dread: Diaval…did we get married last night?"