I Prompt Regina & Emma are getting married. What happens when Emma guests arrive the mansion pre-wedding and one of them has a serious question? Will Regina answer honestly? Tune in to find out.

Emma & her Queen were hitting it hot and heavy once everyone had been tucked away in the mansion. Truthfully they should have been saving their energy to finish some of the more major details that, thanks to human incompetence, had slipped through the cracks. Recognizing her lady love was internally one more wedding-related issue from frying someone the Sheriff had leapt into action. In her not so sneaky ways she'd snuck candles up to their room, run a bath and an hour and several glasses of wine later here they were. Fallen so deep into each other the subtle knock at the door went unnoticed until it was rapt against harder the second time. As it cracked Regina threw her hand out freezing the door and intruder.

"OHMYGOD!" Emma hissed out, hurriedly trying to find some clothes. Apparently the almost being caught had been more than enough for Regina to find her release. Coming down off her high she stretched out leisurely in the spot next to her lover and smiled haughtily. Emma came in for a kiss, "And that was the smile that I found oh-so attractive since day one, Madame Mayor."

While she watched Emma struggle to get back into her over-sized concert tee-shirt and find something to put on the bottom her Queen snapped her fingers. Instantly she was in a fresh silk pajama top and bottoms. She laughed when Emma found basketball shorts but tripped getting into them, landing next to the bed. When she peered over the edge to check on her, fingers brushing those beautiful golden locks and a kiss across the cheek.

"How is your pride my dear?"

"Couldn't you have snapped some clothes on me too?"

"And miss the chance of looking down on you whilst you give me those irresistible puppy eyes? Never."

"You just called me irresistible." Emma teased, climbing back in bed as Regina waved her hand again allowing whoever it may be through the door. She hoped it wasn't Henry feeling ill again after eating too much pizza. Rather it was someone of a much smaller stature, a person whom only further served to bring out the child in Emma. Slowly the tiny girl that was Emma Swans sister approached the bed.

"I can't sleep." The four year old stated, hugging her teddy close to her.

"Would you like me to come snuggle you until you do?" Emma asked, peering over her fiancés shoulder.

"Can, we talk for a little bit? If you guys aren't tired?" Andrea asked, pushing some of her long black mane out of her chubby-cheeked face.

They made room on the bed Andrea took the spot next to Regina. She looked into those dark chocolate eyes for a long moment, lips pursed, face stern. "Regina, have you been saved?" she asked catching the other brunette and blonde off-guard.

"Pardon?" She asked after several tries. "What do you mean by…saved?"

Andrea was watching her future sister-in-law like she was under study. And seemed to be contemplating the best way to answer the question. She glanced up at her sister, their eyes meeting briefly. Her tiny hand found Regina's and she held it as she spoke, "I mean have you accepted Jesus as your savior? To save your soul."

"You are worried about my soul?" Regina asked quietly, mostly to herself. She, unlike most, was not weighed down by regret. The ends had justified the means at the time. Yet here she was with two daughters of the Snow White & Prince Charming. While it was common knowledge that Emma was the Savior, meant to break the curse, she had also been Regina's Savior. She peered into dark eyes, not unlike her own and then looked away. Clearing her throat, "No, I haven't."

"Would you like to know more?" Andrea asked appearing hopeful but trying not to push. And she was only four after all. Something about her inquisitive nature brought back memories of Henry, sleeping only a few doors down. Regina couldn't resist the stroking of the young girls hair out of her eyes again. She nodded her consent. "I want eternal life."

"That is a tall order." Regina teased her.

"But I want you to be there with me. I want everyone in my family to make it there with me. You, me, mommy, daddy, Aunt Ruby & Belle, and Henry."

"Guess I'm not important." Emma grumbled, tickling her sister into a fit of laughter.

"I was seein' if you were paying attention." Andrea teased, "But the only way to get into Heaven is to go through Jesus. He is God's son and he was sent here a long time ago to die so that we may be forgiven. And…I want to see you there Aunt Regina."

Tears Regina hadn't even known were forming fell down her face one by one. Andrea caught a few with her tiny thumb and wiped them away. She was giving Regina such a pleading; distraught for her soul kind of look it had taken her words. Sensing silence as a precursor to rejection Andrea barreled forward, "I know you did bad things but that isn't who you are. It isn't who you have to be. We all fall short of grace. You told Henry and I we couldn't have cookies they were for the wedding but we snuck two anyway. I don't want you to burn in heck for sins from another life."

"Oh sweetheart." Regina scooped her into a warm embrace, kissing her forehead and simply held her there. Her small body snuggled against her taking her back so many years to a tiny Henry when he couldn't sleep. Or when he felt ill. Andrea was to her front, Emma pressing into her back silently watching as the scene unfolded.

"And if I did… want to be saved, how would I go about that?"