Emma was relieved to find that she could finally give Regina her happy ending. She was her mission since she believed that she was the savior. Robin reluctantly had moved into Regina's castle and the Merry Men had become their person guard on their own terms. Emma and Killian finally got the nursery done next door in the spare room, which left them with a room to themselves once more. The first night had been rough, but two weeks later and the twins had finally started sleeping through the night and that meant Emma and Killian weren't zombies throughout the day.
Emma and Killian had just gotten done putting the twins to bed and gone back to their room. Before the door was completely closed, Killian pulled Emma into a passionate kiss, both of them falling against the door and closing it the rest of the way a little too loud.
"Mmmm," Killian said against Emma's lips, "Finally, a moment alone with my fiancée."
Emma stopped, holding Killian away, "Wait, shouldn't we be getting married soon?" Emma asked, "I mean, hell, we have 2 babies already."
Killian paused, "Well, I don't see why not," Killian said, moving back against her and capturing her lips.
Emma pushed his off again, "Then maybe she should do some sort of abstinence before the wedding?"
Killian groaned as Emma walked away and climbed into their bed.
"Oh, come on." Killian said walking to his side of the bed and climbing in as well, "Like you just said, we already have 2 babies, what's the point of waiting if we already have children?"
"Well…" Emma paused, thinking "Tradition." She finally said, "I'd like to have some kind of tradition in our marriage and the fact that we have two children already throws the no-sex-before-we're-married thing out."
"Oh, I think that would have been thrown out regardless." Killian said, cocking and eyebrow.
"I meant with each other," She said, smacking his chest playfully.
"Ow," Killian said, smiling, "Fine, we shall not be doing anymore scandalous bed things until the eve of our marriage." Killian leaned over and kissed Emma softly, trying to slip his arm around her before Emma batted his arm away laughing.
"Goodnight, Killian." Emma laughed as she turned over and snuggled into the covers.
"Goodnight, love." Killian said, watching her as she fell asleep, a smile creeping along his face.
Emma woke up the next morning to the sound of her mother squealing as she jumped onto the bed, shaking Emma. She groaned as her perky morning-person mother tore off the covers, exposing Emma's skin to the cool morning air and causing her to scrunch up her body. Emma reached over to feel the bed empty on Killian's side. He always seemed to be awake and up by the time she woke up.
"Come on, Emma!" Snow said excitedly, "Get up! We need to plan your wedding!" Snow said in a sing-songy voice.
"Can't we do that later?" Emma said muffled through her scrunched up face against her pillow.
"There's not much time," Snow said, "There's so much to do! The flowers, the gown, the decorations, oooh do you want to use horses?!"
Emma laughed as he mother seemed to bounce off of the walls with excitement. Emma's eyes met with her mother's and she could see the complete joy and excitement written all over her face. Emma sat up, clutching her covers to her body to warm up.
"Oh, sorry," Snow said, scurrying across the floor and grabbing a robe for her out of her wardrobe, "I forget sometimes how cold it gets in the mornings here."
"Thanks." Emma said, grabbing the robe from her mother's hands, "So, I'm assuming Killian told you we were officially planning, then?" Emma slipped the robe on, and hugged it to her body, feeling the warms from the thick fibers spread across her body.
"He kind of hinted that you may want to start planning," Snow said, smiling as she walked to open the curtains.
"Yeah, I'm sure he did." Emma said smiling and getting up to slip on her slippers.
Snow paused as she looked over her shoulder, "Oh, If you don't want to start today you don't have to," Snow finished opening the curtains, "I was just excited to help and it will be your first ball, too."
Emma froze, she hadn't thought of her wedding being a ball, she had barely thought of it being a wedding. It did make sense though, they were in the Enchanted Forest again and she was technically a princess. Why not have her first ball as her wedding?
"Yeah," Emma said excitedly, "Let's start planning today." With those words Snow's face lit up as she rushed over to Emma, pulling her into a warm embrace.
"This is going to be the best first ball you've ever had." Snow said as she pulled away and held Emma there with her shoulders, a happy tear rolling down her cheek, "I can't wait to see you in your gown." Snow wiped her tear away and rushed out of the room, murmuring to herself about all the things they needed to do. Emma just chuckled as she walked over to her closet to think about what to wear that day.
Emma walked down to the great hall to find a flurry of activity going on. Flowers of every color were in one corner, dresses on mannequins stood next to them, and all kinds of cakes and foods lined the walls. In the center of the great hall were several different ice sculptures and just next to that lay fabrics galore.
Emma had to admit she felt a little overwhelmed. Planning a wedding in Storybrooke would have been a piece of cake, but planning a royal wedding in the Enchanted Forest seemed like such an impossible task. Her mother was standing in the center of the frenzy directing everyone on where things should go. When her gaze fell on Emma her expression went from focused to exuberant. Emma walked over to her mother as she looked around, not sure how she was going to make all of these decisions.
"What do you think?" Snow asked as Emma finally approached her.
"It's…" Emma started as she looked around.
"It's a lot, I know," Snow said, "But we'll just do one thing at a time and before you know it, we'll be done." Snow interlocked her arm with Emma's as they walked towards the far side, starting with food.
Four hours later Emma had decided on roast pig, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and for desert, aside from cake, would be cherry pie. She had chosen her flowers, white periwinkles, and her fabrics that would hang around the castle which would be white, red, and green, their crest colors. Emma sat in the chair next to her as she looked around, the ice sculptures had melted before they got to them and she was too tired to start with gowns. Emma closed her eyes and leaned her head back, a hand falling on her shoulder.
"We have time." Snow said, kissing the top of her head, "You got more in one day than I did, it took me forever to pick flowers and food." Emma looked up and smiled at her mother, grateful that one day of planning was already over.