A/N: Seems like one-shot series are my thing now. And I just couldn't resist it with these two and their family. Please enjoy!

It was a choice few who knew about Snow and Charming's first wedding. Lancelot, of course, and Red and Granny. Red was a little upset about missing her friend's wedding, but she couldn't deny Snow White the utter romance of it all.

It was convenient since Granny found ways to sneak them into each other's tents most nights.("But only since you've been wed!" she'd tell them each time, mostly as a warning to Red.)

However, once they were in the castle, and before their official wedding, it was more difficult to find that alone time. Royal duties and keeping up appearances after taking back the kingdom kept them quite busy and, much of the time, separate.

Soon after, Snow pointed out a secret passage between her room and her "fiance's."

It was one of the most closely guarded secrets that the prince had ever kept, and this coming from a man who had to pose as another man to keep his mother safe.

On the eve of their wedding, Snow told Charming they would not be visiting that night.

"Snow, you can't possibly believe in that silly superstition!"

"I'm not going to take the chance," she replied. "You are not to see the bride until the wedding now!"

He chuckled at her determination, something he was already very familiar with, and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You already are my bride!"

"Not according to pretty much the entire kingdom."

"I saw you before our wedding with Lancelot."

"That was very impromptu. It couldn't be helped."

"You're changing the rules, love."

"I'm not changing them. I'm only applying them where they can be applied." She paused. "Charming, I'm only trying to protect our happiness!"

He pulled her close. "After all we've been through, you really think if I see you tonight, our marriage will be a disaster?"

"Well, no, but why tempt fate?"

"Because we've been tempting fate for quite some time now. I've enraged a king by abandoning my arranged marriage-to-be, to live with a bandit. A bandit who was on the run from her step-mother, an evil magic queen. We've made it through all of that, and now you worry about an old wives' tale?"

Snow couldn't help but blush as she played with the tassels on his shirt. "I know it's silly, but I mean it. You cannot see me tonight, or tomorrow until the wedding."

"What if I forget what you look like?" he asked with a smirk.

She looked up at him and put her arms around his neck, returning his smile. "I'll be the one in white, surrounded by a slew of dwarfs. It'll be hard to miss me."

"I find it hard to miss you anywhere. You're all I can see."

"Well, aren't you charming?"

"Someone once told me I am," he told her, rubbing the scar on his chin.

Snow glanced out the window and saw the sun beginning to set.

"It's getting late. Time for you to go," she said, giving him a little push.

He refrained from rolling his eyes, instead grabbing her tight and giving her a perfect kiss. "Something to remember me by," he said with a wink and then left before she could give him a witty retort.

She pressed her hand to her lips and smiled. How her life had flipped around again. Princess to loner bandit to bandit in love to married queen. All thanks to her Charming.

That night, she tossed and turned. It wasn't the same without her husband there. After another toss, she heard a noise. As she began to reach for the dagger by her bed, she realized where the noise was coming from - The door of the secret passage.

"Charming! What did I tell you?"

"I ... forget? Remind me again?" he said as he slowly crept into the room.

Snow sat up and pulled the blankets over her head.

"I said no seeing the bride! Back away slowly!"

"Come on! I know you weren't sleeping either. I could hear you rustling around."

"Just because neither of us can sleep, it doesn't mean we are breaking tradition. Go away!"

She could hear David sigh, but she knew he hadn't left.

"I don't want to go, Snow."

"I know you don't. But I can't do this. You can't be here."

"But technically, the tradition says that I can't see you, which I clearly can't. It says nothing about talking to you. Or, perhaps ..." he quickly walked to the bed and sat down. "... perhaps just sitting by you."

"You are pressing your luck."

"I'm quite good at it."

She knew he was smiling; she didn't have to look. "All right, fine. We can stay like this for a while. But then you have to let me try to sleep again! Do you want me to look terrible for our wedding day?"

"Not possible."

"Oh, it's possible. And if Red has to cover dark circles under my eyes, she'll have both our hides. And the full moon is in a few days," she added for effect.

David shuddered a bit. He trusted Red, mostly because Snow did, but it didn't mean that the thought of her as a wolf didn't unnerve him a bit. Especially a wolf angry with him. He decided to change the subject.

"Have you decided on where we are going for our honeymoon yet?"

Snow shook her head. "Too many places to choose from. I'm hoping our wedding will inspire me on where to go."

"There's not a lot of time to decide. We could always just stay here. I know for a fact that there are many comforts here for a young couple."

His voice alone was making her wish she never heard of that stupid old wives' tale. But, alas, she had heard of it and now she was stuck with it.

"No, we shall go somewhere. If I am finally going to be able to be free to be with you, it will be in private. No more sneaking into tents and being quiet. No more secret passages and locked doors. Wherever we end up, there will be comfort and there will be privacy."

"Well, at last we are in agreement on something!" he joked. "I missed you, you know," he added almost in a whisper.

"Of course I know. I was in here thinking the same thing. I've grown quite accustomed to you, Prince Charming."

"I believe I'm quite fond of you as well, Princess Snow White."

"Then we are in agreement on two things!"

"Perhaps. I suppose I should get back to my room." He rose from her bed, even though everything in him protested.

"Yes, I suppose you should. ... Charming?"

He stopped. "Yes, Snow?"

"I love you."

He smiled and she could feel it in her heart. "I love you too. Sleep well, my love."

And before she knew it, he was pressing a kiss to the top of her head on the blanket.

"I shall see you tomorrow. The one in white, right?" he teased as he opened the door.

"That'll be me."

"I'll be sure to find you." And with that, he left.

"As you always do," she said with a happy sigh.

For the rest of the night, Snow White slept as soundly as ever.