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"Mommy! I wanna get out!" Liam cried out from the stroller he was settled in.

I glanced at Killian, who smiled at me with amusement, and let go of the stroller I was driving to approach my son. I squatted in front of him, one of my hand landing on his knee. I was blinded by the sun for a second, it was shinning so brightly in this beautiful August day and I closed my eyes to escape the light. It was reflecting everywhere, making the colors much more intense, and the clear blue sky was making Central park look like a real postcard.

"First of all, we don't say I wanna, but..." I started, raising my eyebrow at him, because Killian and I were trying to teach Liam how to be the most polite little boy he could be.

"I would like too, please." He recited, stuttering a little bit on the "would" with a little pout.

"Very good. Now, you can go and run around for a while, but only if you promise me not to go too far and not go near the lake. Understood?"

"Yeah!" He assured, wriggling on his seat.

I laughed seeing his enthusiasm, and detached the safety belt that was keeping him prisoner. Finally freed, he jumped on the floor and started running through the long grass, giggling in pleasure. I got up, looking at him to make sure he wasn't going to get in any trouble, and walked to join Killian. He immediately wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him, and I placed my head on his shoulder, letting go of a sight of pleasure when his lips brushed against my temple.

The two weeks following Zelena's defeat had been so calm I sometimes had the feeling I was living in a dream. Since the wizards had gone home and Zelena was prisoner in her cell, life had resumed its usual way in Storybrooke. I had finally been able to enjoy some quiet moment beside my family, without this danger awaiting for us out there. In this town, even being able to share a meal at Granny's without being interrupted was a big deal, and I had to admit these past few weeks had just been simply perfect.

I however had to admit things were a bit hard because of the pregnancy, sometimes. I couldn't sleep well because of the baby, who seemed to be always kicking, never getting a single minute of rest. I was sometimes wondering if I was expecting a future ninja, and the heat wave that was even stronger than ever wasn't helping. But I hadn't thought about protesting once about my lack of sleep nor the temperature which was yellowing the grass and making the birds sing in the trees. The baby was okay, I was alive, my sons were looking happier than ever, I was part of a united family, and the love I had for Killian was still growing every day. I had absolutely everything to be happy.

"You okay?" Hook suddenly asked, probably triggered by my unusual silence.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I answered with a little smile. "I was just thinking."

"You would tell me if you needed anything, right?"

"Killian!" I cried out, rolling my eyes, annoyed by his worried tone while I had just been lost in my thoughts, nothing else. "I'm great, I swear! Stop worrying for nothing, for god's sake, I'm not dying!"

"Okay! Don't get mad, it was a simple question!" He defended himself, looking outraged because of my virulent reaction.

"I'm not getting mad." I answered, shaking my head and taking his hand to drive him to the nearest bench. "I'm just making you understand everything's fine for me, and you don't have to worry. It's just the thousandth time today we're having the same conversation, it's not a big deal, I'm starting to get used to it." I scoffed with half a smile to soften my words.

He shook his head, looking quite amused by my teasing, and I drove right back into my thoughts, playing with the border of my blue tunic with a focused frown. Since what had happened with Zelena, Killian, who had made so much effort to try not to overprotect me at the beginning of the pregnancy, was falling right back into his old routines. Despite my annoyed replies, for the very first time, his behavior wasn't making me that mad, because I was getting his reactions. He had almost lost the baby and me, and it was perfectly normal he was making sure everything was fine for us. But I didn't want him to make a habit out of this, and my mockeries were there to make him understand I would have preferred him to leave me be a little bit, even if I was always staying nice because he was so sweet with me all the time.

"I can't believe the wedding is in two weeks already" He resumed, changing the subject to answer my wish, as always when I was asking him to stop worrying for nothing, and that made me smile.

"You know what I can't believe? That my parents have insisted to take everything in charge." I replied with a little pout.

"Look at the bright side." He laughed at my reaction. "At least we don't have to do anything, everything is coming to us just like that."

"Yeah, sure, that's nice, but we can say goodbye to the little wedding we were thinking about." I sighted. "My mom absolutely wants me, and I'm using her words, to have a princess' wedding."

"Come on, stop moaning about it!" He said, gently poking my shoulder with a mischievous smile, and I lost my annoyed look to giggle. "You know it's because your parents love you that they're doing this. And you're going to be even more gorgeous than usual. I'm sure your mother have insisted for you to wear a beautiful dress."

I hadn't told him about the conversation my mom and I'd had all those weeks ago, during which she had offered me to wear a replica of her wedding dress. I had decided I wanted to make him a surprise, and I was very eager to see his reaction when he would discover this idea. I then tried to hide my smile the best I could and answered, glancing at my watch :

"Yeah, I'll have to go soon, by the way. Regina is going to bitch again if I'm late."

It had indeed been decided that the fitting of the dress would take place this afternoon, in my parents' loft, with my mom and Regina. We had talked about it, and had thought that in only two weeks, my stomach was probably not going to grow that much, and the dress would still fit me for the wedding. At the worst, there would be some adjustments to make before the big day. I knew that my mom was overexcited because of this fitting, she had called me several times during the week to remind me of it, and I had to admit her joy had more of less infected me, even if I was trying to hide it.

"Are you sure I can't go with you?" Hook asked, pouting to try and coax me, and I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my smile. "I'll be very discreet, you won't even notice I'm there."

"It's not a question of knowing you're there, we've already talked about this." I said, glancing at him in a falsely annoyed way. "I want it to be a surprise. And you know it's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the big day."

"Really? Seriously, Swan, after everything we've been through, do you really think something worse could happen?" He relevantly stated, one of his eyebrow raised.

"This is not negotiable." I laughed despite my try to stay serious, unable to find a better reply because his behavior was way too funny.

He pouted again in a disappointed way, and because I didn't know if he was messing with me or not, I leaned forward to kiss his lips and erase his sad look. He regained his smile quite quickly and kissed me back, his hand making its way against my stomach. I sighted in pleasure and placed my head against his shoulder as he was wrapping his left arm around my waist. I glanced at Liam, who was still running in the grass, and I had a small smile seeing that he was looking like he was having a great time. At the exact same moment I was telling myself he was definitely adorable, I saw him tripping on his own foot, and he fell on the ground. I froze, not really knowing if I had to rush over him or not, because I was aware that my panic would make him cry even if he didn't have anything. I felt Killian stiffening as well beside me, and we waited to see our son's reaction before doing anything, both holding our breath in nervousness.

But two seconds later, our little boy started to sob anyway, and I glanced at Killian in a worried way before rushing to take my son into my arms. I quickly looked at him to make sure he was all right : he didn't seem to have any bruises, and seemed more touched in his ego than physically hurt. I lifted him up, still trying to comfort him, and sat back down on the bench next to Killian, gently stroking Liam's back :

"It's okay, baby, it's nothing."

"It hurts." He whined, his face buried into the crook of my neck.

"Where does it hurt, little mate?" Killian gently asked, pressing a kiss on the top of his head.

In a very serious way, Liam pulled away from me to show us his forefinger with a deeply painful wince. I pressed my lips together to try not to start laughing, but I found it even harder to stay serious when I looked at Killian, who seemed at the edge of bursting out laughing.

"It seems really serious indeed." Hook then stated, pretending to look at Liam's finger while trying to stay calm. "But don't worry. Mommy has magical powers, she can heal you."

"That's right." I nodded while Liam was looking at us, his eyes widened in curiosity. "Look, you'll see."

I gently grabbed his hand and kissed the finger he was showing me, the one that was so-called painful. I then turned back to him, looking perfectly serious, as if I had really used my magic on him, and he cried out in excitement :

"Wow, it's healed! You're strong, mommy!"

"Do you want to go back and play?" I asked, laughing at his reaction.

He nodded, all his joy back, and I put him back on the ground as he was running toward the nearest tree as if nothing had happened. I giggled, seeing him bouncing up and down, telling myself that we were so lucky to raise such adorable children.

"I fear the moment when comforting him will be harder." Killian said with one of his eyebrow raised.

I looked at him with a smile and opened my mouth to answer that this method wouldn't last forever indeed. But I absent-mindlessly glanced at my watch in the process, and shouted without being able to hold back a swearword :

"I have to go, I'm going to be late!"

"Wait!" He called me back, grabbing my wrist as I was jumping off the bench to try and catch up on the time I had lost.

"What?" I asked, surprised, turning back to face him.

He didn't answer to my questioning look, but gently let go of my wrist. He wrapped his left arm around my waist, and placed his hand on my stomach. Gently stroking my bump with his thumb, he leaned to press a kiss on it and whisper to the baby :

"See you later, little one."

It kicked back, as always when its dad was talking to it. Killian was speaking to my stomach so often that the baby was now recognizing his voice every time, and was moving as if it wanted to answer to what Hook was saying. Killian giggled, his face lightening up as always when he was feeling is child. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, tenderized by his look, and he pulled me even closer to him to press a quick kiss on my lips.

"Be careful on your way there, okay?"

"You know me." I replied with a wink that made him smile.

And then, after glancing at him one last time, I waved at Liam, but he didn't answer me, too focused on running after a thing he was the only one to see. A slight smile on my face, I walked quickly toward my parents' loft, wondering what was awaiting for me at this fitting my mom was so excited about.

I was climbing up the stairs the faster possible to reach my parents' loft, and knocked three times on the door before entering without waiting for an answer. The living room was enlightened by a bright light coming from the windows, all open to bring a little bit of wind into the stifling heat of the apartment. My mom and Regina were sitting on the sofa, drinking iced tea. As soon as she saw me, my friend opened her mouth, probably to start moaning about my delay, but I cut her off before she could say anything :

"Stop right now, I know I'm approximately..." I glanced at my watch to illustrate my words. "Seven minutes late, and I'm sorry about it. Can we talk about something else now that this has been said?"

My friend didn't add anything, looking a bit surprised by my statement, and I glanced at her in amusement before walking toward my mom to embrace her. I then turned back to Regina, who was staring at me, her arms crossed over her chest and looking a bit annoyed, and I tried not to start laughing because her outraged look was way too funny in my opinion :

"Well, can we start, now?"

"And what about me? Not saying hello is very rude, mom."

I startled and turned my head to look at Henry, who was standing in one of the corner of the apartment, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face as he was looking pretty proud of his surprise effect. I hadn't seen him when I had walked into the loft, as I had immediately looked at my mom without paying attention to what was around me. In addition to that, he was more or less hiding in the shadow, and he wasn't supposed to be there. I then said with a smile, approaching him to briefly hug him.

"What the hell are you doing here, kid? I didn't know you liked wedding dresses." I gently scoffed as he was throwing me a blank stare because of my comment.

"I was just curious to see you in your dress before the big day." He shrugged. "And no, I'm not interested in fashion, believe me. I have a book with me, I'll just go upstairs while you're doing whatever future brides do. I just wanna see the result."

"Well, at least it's clear." I laughed, seeing how confident he was looking.

"I'll leave you girls to it." He added, heading for the stairs. "Have fun!"

I gave him a falsely annoyed look in answer, and I heard him giggle from upstairs. Sure, I was obviously really happy to get married to the man I loved, and this prospect of the big and beautiful ceremony that was awaiting for us was rejoicing me, but fashion had never really been my strong suit. I was way better at fighting against monsters than at staying still to put on clothes, and shopping had always been a real ordeal for me. I was just hoping these fittings were not going to last for ages. I knew Henry was aware of my opinion about the subject, and he was then taking a great pleasure at kindly teasing me about it.

I looked at him disappearing upstairs, and turned back to look at my mom, who was frowning in a concerned way. I raised my eyebrows, wondering why she was looking so worried while I was sure I was going to love her dress. To ease her a little bit, I started talking in a cheerful tone :

"So, are you going to show me this dress or do I have to guess what it looks like?"

"It's behind the screen" My mom explained, gesturing to the big item she had put in a corner of the living room to allow me to have a bit of privacy. "But remember, Emma, it's not exactly the same as the one I've worn, and..."

"Relax!" I cried out, walking toward her to place my hand on her shoulder and comfort her. "I'm sure I'm going to love it. But I can't tell you this if you don't show it to me."

She nodded and weakly smiled at me before yielding so I could walk behind the screen. I glanced at her with amusement, seeing her so worried for something not that important, and stared at her for a few seconds. Because of that, I only saw the dress at the very last moment.

I stopped right away and my smile disappeared without even me thinking about it. My eyes widened as I was detailing the dress, that was worn by a mannequin so I could see what it was looking like on someone. And it wasn't what I had imagined it to be at all. The be honest, it was beyond anything I could have hoped for.

I had seen it on drawings in Henry's book, but it was a hundred times prettier in real life. With the feather hanging at the skirt, we could have thought it was the property of an angel. It was looking like it was radiating a gentle light, an aura of purity, and it was absolutely breathtaking. I would never have imagined that an outfit could actually provoke this kind of wonder. Without saying anything, staring at the dress in awe, I reached for it to touch it : it was silky smooth.

"Why are you looking like that?" My mom worried, making me startle as if I was coming out of a trance. "You don't like it? Oh god, I knew I should never have offered you this..."

"No." I said, turning to look at her and shaking my head to clear my mind up. "No, it's gorgeous."

"Seriously?" She asked, looking deeply relieved, and I smiled, still a bit unsettled. "It isn't exactly the same as it was before, we have pulled the middle up so you could be more comfortable." She added, gesturing to show me the skirt that, instead of starting at my waist, was beginning just under my breast.

"Thank you so much, mom." I whispered, as Regina was joining us, her hands on her hips.

"Don't you find it quite funny you have to wear a white dress representing the virginity while you are actually pregnant?" She said really seriously, probably to break the emotion that was crackling in the air.

"Wow." I answered, rolling my eyes. "Subtlety isn't your thing, is it?"

She raised an eyebrow has an answer, looking pretty proud of her joke. It had worked, actually, because the surprise gone, I had finally come back to reality, and my mom was looking much better. I shook my head with a smile I wasn't managing to hide, and glanced back at the dress to look at it a little bit longer.

"So, are you going to put it on?" My friend ended up saying after a few seconds of silence. "We haven't done all this work for nothing."

I nodded to thank her, knowing all too well we would both feel uncomfortable if I was starting a speech supposed to represent my gratefulness. Neither of us were really good at words, and this look was meaning everything to us. She just smiled to answer me, and dragged my mom, who seemed so happy about my reaction, behind her to give me some privacy.

"Mom!" I shouted in impatience. "You can't stop me from seeing the result for hours, you know that, right?"

"Just let me finish this." She replied, putting a clip in my hair.

"You're saying this for fifteen minutes!" I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"Be patient, for god's sake!" Regina got annoyed, shaking her head.

I didn't answer anything and looked down at the dress, smoothing the skirt with my palm. After twenty minutes spent at adjusting the dress, I was already starting to get a bit impatient, but my mom hadn't wanted me to see the result without doing my hair before. I was now sitting on the chair for half an hour while she was doing god knows what, and it was driving me crazy to be forced to stay still for so long. She had wanted to do it herself and had categorically refused Regina's offer to use her magic, as she had done with the dress' adjustments. It would have been so much faster if Regina had used her powers, and I let go of a little sight. All of this wasn't my thing at all. If I had enjoyed playing princess for the first five minutes, I hadn't stayed happy for too long. I nervously started to bite my thumb's nail, forcing myself to stay still as the baby was kicking, as if it was getting impatient as well.

"Here we go." My mom finally stated after a few minutes of silence. "I think we're good."

I jumped off my seat to stop her from changing her mind, and she made me turn, squeezing both my hands in hers. Her smile made me come around as I was about to tease her on the time she had taken to make me ready. She was looking so happy, and I didn't want to break this moment. She didn't say anything, but I could see her eyes starting to sparkle when she looked at me, and I asked a bit anxiously :

"So? What do you think?"

"Go see by yourself." Regina answered, gesturing to the big mirror hanging in my parents' room.

I obeyed, but avoided my reflection until the very last second. If I had been impatient to finally see the result a few minutes earlier, I was suddenly scared of what I was looking like : all of this, it wasn't me. I was much more comfortable in my jeans than in a fairy tale dress, and I didn't know if all of this had been a good idea. Maybe we should have gone to the town well to get married without paying attention to the tradition. But I knew deep down that my parents wouldn't have let me do such a thing. And my mom had finally found an occasion to play her mother part, to treat me as a princess for a few hours, and I couldn't take that away from her. She was looking so happy… I then took a deep breath to give me some strength, and finally turned my eyes toward the glass, telling myself the result couldn't be that bad.

I needed a few seconds to convince myself that the young woman standing in front of me wasn't a stranger. I was metamorphosed. The dress had been perfectly adjusted, and I turned on my side to realize my stomach was barely noticeable through the skirt. My hair was tied into a bun that was recalling the one I was wearing for my very first ball, which I had spent next to Killian. On top of that, a ray of sunshine had just crossed the room and had hooked on my hair, giving them an almost white color that was connecting to the purity of the dress. I was looking like…

"A princess." My mom said, answering my thoughts.

Without waiting for an answer, she walked behind my back and attached a silver necklace around my neck. I reached for the jewelry, that was shinning like a diamond, and turned back to look at her, surprised by this unexpected gift.

"It was my mom's." She explained with a little smile. "She gave it to me when I was a little girl, and I've worn it at my wedding. It's your turn, now."

"How is that possible?" I asked, wondering why the necklace wasn't in the Enchanted Forest anymore.

"It was in Gold's shop. Belle has been more than happy to give it back."

"Thanks." I whispered, looking down at the necklace, moved and feeling tears forming in my eyes. "It's beautiful."

"You're the one who's stunning, honey." My mom answered with a kind smile.

"I think we can call Henry, now, don't you think?" Regina offered, before doing so when I had nodded and had swallowed the lump that was obstructing my throat.

My son walked into the room less than a minute later, and I turned to look at him with a bit of dread. I knew he was going to give his honest opinion and, even if I was finding all of this absolutely stunning, I was still convinced it wasn't me. I looked straight into Henry's eyes to quietly ask for a sincere opinion on my outfit. He stayed silent for a minute, staring at me, and I ended up asking, impatient to finally know :

"So? Be honest."

"Wow." He simply answered, slowly nodding.

"Really?"

"You look like a princess." He said, looking up to me with a smile.

"So, is it approved, then?" Regina asked, placing her hand on Henry's shoulder.

"Yeah. And if I'm sure of one thing, it's that Killian is going to like it a lot as well."

I glanced at him in a falsely annoyed way because of his innuendo, but couldn't help but smile as well. I knew he had said that only to relax me, and his teasing had worked, because I was now feeling much better. He approached me, his mocking look disappearing from his face, and kindly confessed :

"This is going to be such a beautiful wedding. I'm so happy to be the best man, you know. Everything is going to be perfect. You deserve it."

I felt tears forming in my eyes again, touched by his words, but also by how fast he had grown up. He was a young man now, almost an adult, and he was so caring, kind, funny, he always had the right words to comfort the people he loved. He hadn't had an easy childhood, I knew he had suffered because of the fact I had given him up for adoption. But my son had had the strength not to build himself an armor, as I had done when I was his age. I was so proud of him, and Liam couldn't have dreamed of a better role model.

Guessing I didn't really know what to answer, he started talking again with half a smile on his face :

"It's crazy, you don't even look like you're pregnant."

"I know." I said, turning on my side again and placing a hand on my stomach, myself surprised by the way the skirt was hiding my bump. "Maybe in two weeks it'll be a bit noticeable. I want Peanut to be part of the party too."

I turned back to my family, and my son smiled at me in response. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace, while I was rubbing his back. As he was in my arms, I whispered in his ear :

"I'm so proud of you, kid."

He still didn't answer, but I saw at his shinning eyes my words had touched him when he pulled away from me. I then wrapped my left arm around his shoulder to keep him close to me, and looked at my mom and Regina to say with a somewhat shy smile :

"I really don't know how to thank you for all of this, so I'm just going to say I love the dress, and..."

"You don't have to say anything." Regina cut me off with a little smile. "It was a pleasure."

I smiled again and glanced one last time at my reflection in the mirror, saying to myself that, a few years earlier, I would never have thought I would find myself in this position, bride to be, pregnant for the third time. Happiness was finally attainable after all these years, and I felt a little pinch in my chest at this thought. I was finally allowed to be happy.

"Killian! I'm home!" I cried out to indicate my presence before closing the front door behind my back.

"In the living room!" he said back.

I quickly walked into the room to find Killian and Liam, sitting on the floor and sharing a game. I smiled, seeing them so close was always making me so happy, and they both turned at the same time when they heard me coming in.

"Mommy!" Liam giggled, getting on his feet to throw himself into my arms.

I squatted to take him against me as he was still laughing, his little arms wrapped around my neck. I hugged him for a few seconds before getting up, Liam still in my arms

"How are you, sweetheart? Did you have fun with daddy?"

"Yeah!" He enthusiastically said, and that made me laugh.

Hook got up as well, and approached us with a smile. He leaned forward to press a quick peck on my lips and greet me, and fluffed Liam's hair on his way. I smiled back at him and started talking as I was settling on the couch :

"You look like you've spent a pretty good afternoon."

"As always." he said, sitting down next to me on the sofa. "What about you? How did it go?"

"Good." I answered, staying purposely elusive.

"Good?" He repeated, looking outraged, and that made me giggle. "Is that all that you're going to say?"

"I've already told you, I want it to be a surprise." I replied, amused by his impatience. "And don't be too sad, you won't have to wait for much longer before seeing the result"

"That's right, it's going to go fast, now." He smiled, looking very happy "It's going to be a beautiful day, isn't it, Liam?"

"Yeah!" My son shouted once again, moving to cuddled between the both of us.

I laughed and shared a look with Killian, who seemed as happy as I was. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders to pull me closer to him, pressing a kiss on my temple, as Liam was giggling, happy to feel us so close to him. There were no more problems in Storybrooke. All was well.

Okay, in the next chapter, Snow has a little (big) surprise for our Savior! I hope you liked this chapter and see you Monday! :)