Chapter 3

"Mmm. Don't leave." Snow moaned as the dawn light seeped into her room and her fiancé soon-to be husband tried to untangle himself from her embrace. Unsuccessfully.

He pressed delicate lips to her fore-head as her eyes remained teasingly shut but, David knew she was awake, knew how she dozed in the dandelion fields and blew wishes in his direction.

"What did you wish for?" He snuck up behind her.

She turned on her bare heels nearly tripping on the long grass until he caught her by the waist. "Careful." Snow blushed; "Thank you, Charming."

"I have a name you know."

"Yes, Charming." She giggled and then before he knew it he was chasing after her playfully.

"I will find you." "I will always find you." He found himself caught as she leant against a shaded apple tree biting its fruit slowly.

"What did you wish for Mary-Margaret?"

"It's silly." She mused, dis-guarding the apple onto the grass.

"Tell me."

She wouldn't give anything away so, he decided to take action.

"Don't you dare!"

"Charming…"

"NOOHHOOO." She squealed as he pinned her to the tree and tickled her senseless.

"Charming stop!" Snow giggled violently tears streaming from her eyes he held her close and continued his assault of her underarms and middle until she almost buckled under him.

"Please?" She begged seriously.

"Tell me what you wished for?"

"For a handsome lord." She lied.

"Be serious Princess." That was his amusing little nickname for her which seemed to make her happy if, a little wistful.

"I wished… For you."

He was so shocked by her honesty she managed to wriggle under him and run towards the farm. In the days that passed she would dismiss it assuring him she meant for him to be safe.

What a beautiful liar.

"I love you." He whispered sensually safely aware that she was lost in her dreams again but, he could not stay however much he wanted to. After all, he had a Priest to find.

"Mmm. Good morning." Snow sighed as Ruth opened the curtains and presented her with a dress, shoes and "What's this?"

Ruth chuckled as Snow sat up and kissed her on the cheek. "It's a pendant that was spelled by a gypsy. It is said to predict the sex of your first-born child."

"It works?"

"It worked with James and David. North to South it's a boy. East to West…."

"Girl." Snow surmised.

"Indulge an old woman?" Ruth posed as the pendant already began to swing in one pre-destined direction.

"Ha." Snow breathed as Ruth hugged her so tightly.

"I'm going to be a mother."

Noon. That was the time they'd agreed. He stood in a floral archway of the local carpenters making and waited with Lancelot as the woman who gave him life lead his True Love to him.

She was stunning. In a lace wedding gown that The Blue Fairy had conjured there were hand-stitched flowers on the heart-shaped neck line to the sleeves and silken body topped off with diamond studded slippers and a bouquet of wild flowers.

"Hello." Snow whispered.

"Hello." He replied as he took her hands and promised her the world before sealing their troth with water and a kiss as Ruth cheered.

As a gift, Blue hovered over them and sprinkled transporting dust over them as they kissed.

"Where are we going my darling?"

"Where would you like to go?"

"I don't care as long as I'm with my wife."

"MA!" Snow pecked his nose and began trailing kissed down his open collar. "The Summer Palace please."

"As you wish." Blue echoed distantly. "Be happy my children."

By the time her voice ended they were already at their destination their chambers.

"Wow." "Snow this is amazing." He released her to look at the beautiful marble walls, stone floors and the biggest royal bed he had ever seen. Clean satin sheets, rose petals and scented candles illuminating the darkness of the day

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? Darling, I love it." He picked her up and spun her around "I love you."

"I love my husband." She sighed as he pressed her into the mattress with such care unlacing the ribbons behind the dress and helping her peel out of it.

"I love my wife." He virtually roars as she captures his lips and virtually tears his clothes off of him. He can get new ones. He jokes.

She guides his hand to her womb. The one she is sure will be a home for their child any day now.

"Charming?"

"Yes." He beams.

"What do think about the name Emma?"

"Your Grandmother's name."

She nods. "Emma-Ruth."

"It's perfect."

"You're perfect."

"Charming, come here." She beckons tenderly, he does as she commands allowing her to adorn him with kisses from his scar to his chest and steadily down. The first time was love and lust, hurried motions and whispers in the night this, is slow and careful to the point that it was almost painful for them both.

"Snow," He begs as she starts to grind lovingly against him. She's building with him.

"Does this please you?" She teases honestly.

"Oh, yes."

"Are you happy?" She whispers as she draws him up in a searing kiss.

"Yes."

"Do you remember the day you captured me by the tree?"

"You were so ticklish!" David laughs against her as he presses sloppy kisses over her mouth and links his arms around her neck.

"I wasn't that ticklish." Snow states defiantly breathing in his scent.

"Oh yeah? Would you like to test that theory?"

"Would you like to sleep on the floor?" She returned.

"Well played."

"Thank you." Snow bowed.

A grin etches across his face. "You would still have me on the floor wouldn't you?"

"Oh Prince Charming, whatever are you suggesting?" Snow laughed loudly as he begin tickling her ferociously. "David STOP!" She choked out through fits of laughter and fondling.

"Tell me you'll love me for eternity and then I'll stop." He grinned seriously.

He expected her to refuse him or mock but, as soon as he let go of her sides she said it. "I have loved you from the first moment I saw you. An eternity is easy."

"I should have kissed you when my mother left us alone."

"You should have." Snow murmured putting her forehead up against his and rubbing ever so lightly.

"But, I can kiss you now…"

"You can."

And he did, over and over again.