Ripe

"I want apple pies for dessert," Emma said, crossing her legs underneath the table at Granny's. "Do you think Regina would make them?"

"If the apples are ripe enough," Snow replied. She took a long drink from her coffee mug. The fan buzzed above them as Granny closed shop around them. Emma sighed as she checked off the final thing on her list. It felt like they had been away for hours. She glanced at the clock. Good thing Henry is at Regina's.

"Are we finally done, love?" Killian asked, his head resting against the back of the booth. After a full shift at the docks and planning the wedding, he was exhausted. Emma couldn't blame him. She wished Storybrooke didn't have crazies who liked to act up on Wednesdays.

"I think so. I just need a dress," Emma replied, rubbing her forehead.

"I told you to show me the pattern and I'll make it," Snow reminded.

"Mom, it's a $14,000 design. You can't make it!"

Snow shook her head. "I happen to be quite the seamstress."

Emma rolled her eyes. "We'll take a trip to the city this weekend and find one. It's no big deal."

"You've already found the perfect one. If you'd just let me sew it up for you-"

David chuckled as he bounced Neal on his knee. "At least our wedding wasn't this hectic."

Snow smirked. "I remember it very differently than you do, apparently."

Emma was glad for her father's distraction. She looked over at her fiancé to see him making silly faces at her brother. She squeezed Hook's hand underneath the table, hiding her smile as she stared at her list.

"I just realized something," said her father. "We're not legally married in this world."

Snow's eyes widened. "You're right! I never thought of that." She briefly covered her mouth.

Emma smirked. "I'm pretty sure it's not the worst thing to happen." She took a certain joy from her mother's surprise. It was about time someone panicked around weddings besides her.

David nodded. "I think you're right. And here I was thinking how nice it was not to worry about this sort of thing anymore."

Emma chewed on the end of her pencil as Snow started figuring out how to fix the "problem" she didn't even know existed before today.

Summer was almost over. Before Emma knew it, she would be walking down the aisle. She shook her head. Look at me, leading such a domestic life. Who would have thought? For someone whose life started a lot like Annie, the third Act "happy ending" was actually starting to become a reality.

Emma looked over at Killian again. Neal rested comfortably in the pirate's arms as his parents faced each other, apparently in the middle of an argument. David was pro-justice of the peace, Snow wanted a full wedding ceremony.

Emma waved Granny over to pay the bill. She needed to hear the sound of her head hitting the pillow more than her mother's hysterics.