Hola SWATH fans! Sorry for my extended hiatus, but I was thrown back into the busy life of college! I did say that I would be putting up a sequel to my other stories, expanding on Snow and Eric as parents ,and here it is ! Thank you SO much for the great support and favorites and comments, that make my face hurt with smiles:) This story is a tribute to all of you, and although it doesn't immediantely begin with their parenthood, it will gradually get warmer with the theme of summer nights. Please let me know your thoughts but pushing that lovely review button! So enough with my jibber-jabber, read on!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT MY MADE UP CHARACTERS AND IMAGINATION

"Snow! For crying out loud, will you slow down? If I bring you back with scraps on your body, I'll never hear the end of it." The huntsman called after the high-spirited dark haired beauty, who was acres ahead of him, skipped and twirled around sparkling trees happily, paying no mind to his complaints. Although she was now an inhabitant of the palace walls, she missed and wished to be a creature of the woods. Ever since it had regained its mystique and magical beauty, she longed to constantly be among the fairies that once led her to the blessing White Harp, the butterflies that happily danced in the air, the blue-breasted canaries that sang in harmony, and the sun and moon that kissed her pale skin. However, one of the perks of being the queen was not having the ability to wonder freely on her own person; the enchanted forest just wasn't the same with 6 guards behind her. She wished to spend her time there like it was so many months before, when it was only her, her dwarves, and her beloved huntsman- free to their own devices. But alone time was something of a distant memory, especially when it came to alone time with Eric. He, who had wished to skip all the tedious and (to him) unnecessary rules of appropriate royal courtship and a grand white wedding, was not pleased to appease to the demands of the royal court. She, on the other hand, was pleased to be officially courted, as that was how she was raised to be treated by a man, but was still distressed about the lack of privacy to spend time with Eric by herself before the wedding. How were they to talk about important personal matters and share romantic moments if there was always a pair of unwanted eyes watching them? This is exactly the conclusion that led her to sneak into the huntsman's bed chambers (much more modest than hers, as he refused to live in luxury) at a quarter to 11, and convinced him to take a midnight walk in the cool summer warmth, which is exactly where they were now.

"I would think that as a man of the woods you would have more stamina to keep up." She teased as she turned her head back to smirk at him, a few dark hairs flying in her face.

"You know nothing yet about my stamina milady." He said emphasizing "milady" in a mocking manner at her royal title. Snow blushed at his comment, as Eric had to smirk at her innocence.

"I don't think you are to speak to a Queen like that huntsman." She said and stopped to lean her back against a tree, a coating of fluorescent butterflies on the tree scattering around her. Eric caught up and smiled at her, taking her by the waist and strongly pulled her against his rock hard chest, catching her in a safe embrace; her dainty hands rested on his chiseled forearms.

"But in," He thought for a second, "about 16 hours, you're not going to be my Queen, but my wife. And a wife is supposed to know all about her husband's stamina." He said with coarse humor in his Scottish voice, as he buried his face into her neck, laying a few kisses on her warm skin. Snow giggled quietly, as his haired face tickled her, along with his lips. She playfully pushed him away, with innocent flirtation in her eyes. She knew their behavior was forbidden (a strict "look but don't touch" policy) and certainly not proper for a Queen, but she couldn't help but love and excite at the huntsman advances and touches.

"Don't flatter yourself." She said slowly beginning to make her way again as the huntsman caught her by her hand and gently tugged her to his side, wrapping his arm that held their entwined fingers around her waist.

"16 hours." She repeated. "It seems so far away."

"Try telling that to the hundreds of people who have been losing sleep and hair over this wedding. To them it doesn't seem like enough time." She abruptly moved out of his embrace and tossed her hands in the air in frustration.

"But I want to get married now!" She exclaimed. "All this wedding hysteria, guests I don't know, so much money being spent on this day, and a dress I can barely breathe in, it's ridiculous! I thought it's what I wanted, but now all I wish is to go to a justice of the peace and be done with it." She said disappointedly.

"Where was this attitude when I offered that suggestion 7 months ago?" Eric asked. Snow groaned and stepped toward him to lay her head on his chest.

"I just want to be your wife." She said in a small whimper that made Eric smirk as his heart grew a little bigger. He smoothed down her hair with his hand in comfort.

"Well then why don't we?"

"Why don't we what?" she asked, her voice coming out as a mumble from his chest.

"Get married. Now." She lifted her head and look at him in confusion.

"Are you serious?"

"When have I ever not been straight with you?" He said. Although it was a rhetorical question, she knew from the look in his truthful blue eyes that he was serious.

"But we need a minister and witnesses and-" She began to list but he stopped her mid-sentence.

"We don't need any of those things. We need you," he poked her chest, "me," he pointed to himself, "and…" He stopped and looked around, until he ripped off to bare vines from a tree and twisted and tied each into a circle. He presented them to Snow. "Rings." Snow laughed at his make shift bands.

"Wait a second." She said and walked over to a patch of daisies, and took one out of the ground and put it behind her ear. She walked back over to Eric and smiled.

"Every bride needs her accessories." She said and Eric took her by both her hands and held them close to his heart.

"My gorgeous and stubborn Snow White," He began as he looked intensely and lovingly into her sea green orbs, "You know I'm more of a man of action than words, but in this case, I got a lot to say about why I love you. You came to me as an unexpected gift, when all I wanted was for my life to go back to the way it was. It wasn't a great life, but it was a life I shared with my first wife Sarah." Snow White nodded in remembrance of the first woman who held Eric's love. "A life that I loved living with her, but a life that pales in comparison to the life and love I found in you." Snow felt her eyes prickle with tears. "I've grown to be a very selfish man you see. Ever since the Queen sent me to bring her your heart, I've been determined to keep it for myself." He chuckled. "I vow to always argue with you," He kissed her thumb knuckle, "to support your crazy whims," He kissed her index finger knuckle, "to never lie to you," He kissed her next knuckle, "to always protect you from harm," He kissed her ring finger knuckle, "and to love and honor you, until I take my last breath." He kissed her last knuckle. Now the tears were trickling down her cheeks, and Eric lifted a hand to wipe them away. "That I solemnly swear." He spoke softly, and slipped the informal ring onto her finger.

"My dear noble Eric," Snow started, now it being her turn to look intensely into his eyes. "I was a girl afraid of the world around me, a prisoner of my own beauty, when all I felt was ugly. Worthless. But I never truly escaped my captivity until you treated me as your equal." She had to laugh to herself. "When you ripped my dress and told me to defend myself. You treated me as you would anyone else without reservation for me as a woman, or a princess. And just as you love, protect, and honor me without reservation, so will I love, protect, honor, and cherish you without reservation. To comfort you when you're sad, rejoice when you are happy, and ground you as I know you would ground me when your head gets too big." She smiled as he smiled back, her eyes shining in the moonlight. "Shall we never lie, steal or cheat one another. But if we must lie, may we lie with each other all the nights of our lives," She stroked his cheek with her smooth palm endearingly, "If we must steal, may we steal away each other's sorrows. And if we must cheat, may we cheat death and be with each other always." She cried, as she slipped the twisted vine onto his finger.

"I now pronounce us husband and wife." Eric proclaimed and dipped her down and kissed her passionately. When they parted, Eric still had her dipped in his arms and his lips only inches from hers. He smirked.

"Now this is what I call a wedding."

Chapter one is finito!Gosh men like Eric are easy to write, why isn't it as simple for them to truly exist? :( Anyways, Like? Dislike? Want more? Let me know! the review button is there for you! chapter 2 will be on its way!

So long, farewell, alveterzane, goodbye! (till later :)

-Allure xoxo