Prior to the royal wedding, the entire kingdom was bubbling with excitement. Everyone was excited for their new king and queen to be wed and pronounced as their new rulers, more than ready to put the entire reign of the Evil Queen behind them. They were excited for the change, filled with renewed hope for a better future under their new monarchs. Prince Charming and Snow White were beautiful, intelligent, and good, a very huge contrast to their previous ruler.

Unbeknownst to them that their future king and queen were tackling a different, a bit disorienting and unexpected turn on events a week before the said wedding. The castle was busy with the preparations, the flowers and the little things that are needed to make the wedding go without a hitch. Snow and Charming were still in their bedroom in the family wing of the palace, bickering.

The future king was anxious. Everyday, he watched helplessly as Snow deposited almost all of the contents of her stomach into a bucket. It was almost like his wake-up call every morning. Snow tried to placate his worries, insisting that she felt fine afterwards. Although he was no doctor, he did have eyes, and it was quite clear to him that she was not okay at all.

"Please, Snow," Charming pleaded following his wife – fiancée in the eyes of many – back to their chambers. "I want you to rest today. It's the third day that this has happened, and I'm really getting worried. I want you in bed as I send someone to get Doc to have you checked out. Can you do that for me?"

"Charming," Snow sighed exasperatedly, turning around to face him. She was trying to look fine, but Charming knew better. "I am fine. Besides, I have so much to do before the wedding. I can't postpone it just because I'm feeling under the weather. They need my help with the musicians, and I have to go down to have my final fitting. I really can't –."

"Right now, I don't really care if you wear a sack on the day or what flowers will be used for the reception," he answered back, grabbing her hands. She was angry with him already, so he wasn't surprised when she pulled them back. "I want you to rest, Snow. That's an order." His tone was authoritative.

"Oh, so now you're ordering me around? Is that what marriage is for you?" she snapped back. Before he could say anything, she held up her hand, "You're overreacting, David." He felt surprise as she used his name, his real name. "I'm going to work today whether you like it or not."

"Snow, listen to me –."

"No, you listen to me," she interrupted, advancing towards him. "We have a kingdom to run. Right now, this is just the wedding, and I have work to do. Get used to it, Charming. It's about time that you realize that the world will not stop just because I have a little bug. They need me for the preparations."

Charming's eyes blazed in anger. "Do you think I don't know that? Snow, we've been running the kingdom for over a month now, and I have experience when I filled in for my brother for your information. But just because you're the queen doesn't mean that you're not human. They will understand if you tell them that you needed to rest."

"But I don't need rest, Charming! I'm fine!" she huffed before marching back into the bath where a chambermaid was waiting for her, trying to pretend that she didn't hear the whole thing. She gave her a tight smile as the maid helped her with her clothes and shut the door with more force than necessary to prove a point to her husband.

Charming sighed before walking out of the bedchambers. Lancelot was standing by the door with his face passive as he waited for his king's instructions. He had become a sort of right-hand man of Charming and a good friend. "Have someone by her side today," Charming said to him to which he nodded. "If anything happens, alert me at once."

Snow was furious, though if she were to be completely honest she didn't know why she was that angry. It was not like Charming was wrong now that she thought about it. Her eyes felt tired as she watched the chambermaid's reflection in the mirror, brushing her long, unruly hair gently. Admittedly, she was the one who slightly overreacted.

What she felt the last couple of days was odd to say the least. One minute she was happy as a clown, and the next she felt like crying because she had stepped over a bug. A small bug, but a bug nonetheless. She was always hungry, and there were certain smells that made her stomach turn. She was always craving odd combinations of food and, most of all, Charming's attention. But at the same time, she always found something to fight about, even the silliest, most trivial things like the window open or the blanket being too warm.

Her emotions and senses were in an all-time high. Suddenly, without even thinking about it, she pulled the brush away from the maid, startling the latter. "That's enough, you may go now." Snow's tone was so cold that the maid quickly bowed and exited the chambers, wondering what she did wrong.

The rest of the day was quite uneventful. She checked on all the preparations for the big event: the guest list, the food, the orchestra, the flowers, and, most importantly, her wedding gown. The latter was the one she looked forward to the most. Later that afternoon, she excitedly quickened her pace towards the fitting room at the end of the hall. She opened the door and gasped at what she saw.

It was beautiful. The bodice, the feathers, everything was exactly the way she imaged it would be. She walked over and ran her fingers down the soft material, smiling as she did. Then suddenly, she felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Your majesty, is it all right?" the head seamstress, Freya, asked anxiously, gauging her princess's reaction. Snow nodded happily without saying anything, much to her relief. "I'm glad, your majesty. Let's have you try it on then."

She, with the help of three others, helped Snow get into the dress. Snow looked at her reflection in the mirror before bursting into another round of tears. "I'm sorry," she gasped, trying to look at all of them at the same time. "I'm just – it's so beautiful." A maid handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears. "Thanks," she smiled lightly before dabbing her cheeks. For a moment, she looked at the dress before frowning when she remembered her fight with her husband earlier than day.

Does he still love me? Will he love this dress? It's so beautiful. It would be a shame if he doesn't love it. Snow thought, her mind racing a hundred miles an hour. What if he's having second thoughts? What if the wedding won't push through? What have I done?

The seamstress was still busy checking for any undone part of the dress, and the three maids were gushing about how beautiful Snow looked. They were all blissfully oblivious to how Snow was drowning in her thoughts. Before anyone could react, Snow gathered the skirt and ran out of the room in search of her prince.

"Oh, your majesty!" Freya called from the room in alarm, surprised at the princess's abrupt exit. "Your majesty, wait!" Her words fell on deaf ears as Snow ran from the room. She needed to find Charming. Now.

A guard suddenly stood in her way, grabbing her by the arms. "How dare you?" she gasped, struggling to get out of his grasp. "Let go of me! I am your queen!" she shouted, pulling her arms away from him.

He removed his helmet with one hand before grabbing her arm again, making sure she won't leave his sight. It was Lancelot. "Snow, what in the world is going on? What's wrong?" he asked, seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks. He looked concerned.

Snow's chest heaved as she looked behind him hysterically. "I need to find Charming. I don't want to lose him. I love him, Lancelot. I love him so much," she cried but didn't fight to pull away anymore.

"All right, all right," Lancelot said, trying to calm the princess down. "Okay. I will help you find him. Will that be okay?" he asked, trying to make eye contact to make sure she was fine. "Okay, your majesty?"

Snow looked at him before taking a deep breath. After a second she nodded, "Okay. I need to tell him… I can't lose him. I can't lose Charming." She looked down at her dress as Lancelot let her arm go. The way Snow said those words squeezed Lancelot's heart because he knew how it felt like to love someone that much, but that was a long time ago.

He cleared his throat as he noticed what she was wearing. "Is that your wedding dress?" he asked lightly.

Her expression changed in a blink of an eye, startling him but he tried not to let it show. She beamed at him, "Yes." She bit her lower lip. "Isn't it gorgeous?"

"You're quite a sight, your majesty," he complimented, making Snow smile brightly. "But are you sure you want James to see this? Before the wedding? Wouldn't that kind of ruin the surprise?"

Snow gasped, as if realizing something horrible. "Right. Right, I have to go. I – thank you, Lancelot. Thank you so much." She gathered the skirt again before running back to the fitting room, leaving the knight a little dumbfounded.

"She is quite unwell, Sir." Lancelot reported back to his king, shaking his head slightly. He was still uncertain whether what happened that afternoon was indeed what happened. "She was in her wedding dress and was hysterical. She was looking for you, saying that she had to tell you something." He cleared his throat, a little embarrassed about what he was about to say. "That she can't lose you, Sir."

Charming's heart softened. "Thank you, Lancelot. I'll take it from here." Lancelot bowed before walking away from Charming. The latter sighed before opening the door of their chambers, wanting to retire for the night. He saw that Snow was turned away from him, looking up at the night sky from her place on the balcony. He smiled a little as he closed the door behind him quietly.

After taking off some of his royal garb and leaving him in his undershirt, he walked over to her without a sound before wrapping his arms around her. She jumped at the sudden contact, not having heard him enter the room. "Oh," Snow gasped. "Charming, you scared me."

The prince gave his princess a sweet kiss on the side of her head before saying, "What are you thinking about?"

She was quiet for a moment before turning around in his arms. She placed her hands on his chest before looking up at him, "I don't like it when we fight."

"Neither do I," he said before leaning in and giving her a long kiss. She smelled of flowers and cinnamon, and he wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to bed. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she smiled beautifully. "Charming, I have to tell you something."

He pulled her closer to him as he asked. "What is it?"

"I'm sure Lancelot had told you about what happened this afternoon," Snow said sheepishly, a blush tainting her cheeks. She was sure the good knight was going to hold that over her head for quite some time. Charming chuckled at her expression and nodded, urging her to go on. "That's when I realized something was definitely wrong with me."

Charming's face grew serious. "And?"

"I spoke with Doc," she answered with a soft smile, looking at her hands on his chest. "He said something… quite expected. " She laughed a little at her words.

"Snow, you're killing me. Are you okay?" he asked with worried eyes, lifting her chin up for her to look at him.

Snow bit her lower lip to keep the tears at bay before whispering, "Charming, I'm pregnant."

It took a moment for him to realize what she meant. He blinked a couple of times before saying, "Wait, what?"

She laughed with tears rolling down her cheeks before placing her hands to cup his face. "Charming, you're going to be a father."

The pure love and joy in his face was something that Snow was going to remember forever. He let out a laugh as he lifted her up and spun her, making her giggle in surprise. "A baby!" he gasped when he placed her down. He gave her a passionate kiss before kneeling down to face her stomach where their baby was growing. "Hi, baby. I'm your daddy, and I love you so much."

Snow laughed, tears in her eyes. After he had kissed her stomach, he pushed himself up and said, "Now, I'm never going to let you work." When she gave him a warning glare, he chuckled, placing a kiss on her cheek. "I'm just teasing." Though he was sure he's definitely going to limit her responsibilities. "How did this happen? When?" he placed his hands on her hips, looking down at her still-flat stomach.

"Our wedding night?" she laughed, placing a hand on his nape. "The wedding Lancelot officiated." She leaned forward as if to tell him a great secret and whispered in his ear, "Or the nights after that?"

He laughed and cupped her face with his hands before peppering kisses over her forehead and cheeks, making her giggle. His kiss lingered at her lips before he placed his forehead on hers. "We're going to have a child."

"We're going to have a child," she confirmed, giggling happily. "Charming, we're going to be a family."

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