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Public Service Announcement: this is the probably the last installment of the Who We Are series. It's still Omegaverse, starring an alpha!Emma and omega!Regina. So, there is G!P, futa, or however you refer to it in this story. There's also a significant amount of sex in this story, involving G!P/futa. If any of those things aren't your thing, then this might not be the story for you.

A/N: I don't have a beta for this, so be ready for my usual flood of mistakes. If you guys want updates for this story or any of my work, come say hi to me on Facebook.

Home, Sweet Home

1: Love Brings You Home

"Shit." Emma hissed as she gripped Regina's thighs as Regina rode her for all she was worth on the couch in the mayor's office.

Emma was not sure how they got in this position, but she damn sure would not complain, not with Regina moving at the perfect pace, silky and massaging her, and looking as lovely as ever. Her skirt was hiked up above her ass, showing off her stockings and garters. Fuck. The buttons on her shirt were open as always, beckoning Emma's lips. Her body was practically glowing and she smelled like heaven. Regina was so damn sexy.

Emma kissed Regina's flushed chest and neck. There was a spiciness to her and it burned Emma's nerves in the best of ways. Breathing her in was always too much, but having any part of Regina on her tongue was always so extraordinary. Being inside Regina was as overwhelming now as the first time it happened, like she was surrounded by Regina, drowning in her. It was like Regina took over every part of her and became the only thing she could experience. Regina became the way she made sense of the world, became her universe. She would not have it any other way.

"I fucking love you. Love you so much. Love every part of you. Love how you feel, how you taste, how you sound." Emma licked the column of Regina's throat before she went back to kissing Regina's neck.

Regina whimpered and tilted her head, giving Emma access to her mating mark. Emma latched on, drawing a moan from her mate and a harsh buck that only made things better. She squeezed Regina's thighs, fingertips dancing with delight at the feel of her beloved, and Regina clenched around her. Emma yelped. Regina pulled back enough to smirk at her.

"You like that?" Regina asked, her eyes glazed over and clearly blissed out of her mind. It spoke volumes of how much Regina liked to tease her for her to be able to say something while on such a high.

Emma snarled. "Cheeky." She yanked Regina down on her to teach her a lesson.

It was Regina's turn to yelp and her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment. Emma used leverage as best she could to drive into her beloved. Regina squealed and the sound danced down Emma's nerves, adding to the flavor. Regina glared at her and she grinned.

Regina adjusted her body and held onto Emma's biceps, bracing herself. "Don't start. You know I'll finish it."

Emma growled again, even though it was such a valid threat. Her mate knew all of her buttons and pushed them at worst possible times… or best. Emma was not sure how to look at it. She would just rather make Regina orgasm a bunch of times than have Regina pull so much pleasure from her that she blacked out, which had happened on a few occasions.

Regina had such control over her muscles. It was surprising for someone who spent almost half of her life as an alpha. She rocked and gripped Emma with enough pressure to make Emma gasp. Regina ran her hands up and clutched Emma's shoulders, moving faster with more force. Emma made a noise deep in her throat, mouth falling open and panting.

Emma wanted to say something, but could not manage. Her voice hitched in her throat as delight took over every inch of her. It was beyond ecstasy. Regina was something so much more than she could quantify. Her mate was this wonderful, heavenly creature, who was definitely her universe. How many people could brag they got to fly close to the sun and lived to tell about it? That was how Emma felt every time she was with Regina, not that she told people about it.

"Are you going to behave?" Regina asked, never losing her stride.

Emma could not possibly answer. She did not have the vocabulary. That did not seem to be enough for Regina, or maybe it did. Again, it was hard to figure these things out right now. It did not help that they were doing this in Regina's office, which had been very forbidden until recently. Sure, they did some things here, like oral sex, but even that was rare. This action right now, especially on the couch, this was prohibited.

"Emma, will you behave?" Regina asked again and she squeezed Emma just right.

Emma let out a rather embarrassing squeal. Well, if it was with anyone but her mate, it would have been embarrassing. Regina cupped Emma's face, putting her thumb to Emma's lips. Emma wasted no time sucking Regina's digit into her mouth. She licked the pad of Regina's thumb and Regina bucked harder, rode her harder.

"Fuck," Emma murmured around Regina's finger. It felt like everything inside of her was about to explode outward. She would make such a mess. She needed to do something to get a little bit of control over the situation.

Emma figured she could "punish" Regina right back and she licked the pad of Regina's thumb once more. Regina made a high pitch noise and it did not help in any way. Emma pulsed and could feel the best sort of pounding in her blood. Regina's eyes flashed, like she was laughing on the inside. Emma glared at her and raked her teeth across Regina's flesh, which made Regina shiver.

"Are you ready to come, my love?" Regina asked, her voice huskier than usual. She was on the brink. Emma could see it in her eyes.

"Do your worst, baby," Emma replied. She bit down on Regina's thumb. Somehow, Regina's eyes darkened, even though they were already impossibly black.

Regina growled, which was never not sexy, and her hips picked up speed. She arched her back, pulling Emma in deeper. Regina's walls, so sweet and tight, caressed and clenched Emma in all the right ways.

Emma's breath caught in her chest and then Regina rippled around her. Deep moans from the bottom of Regina's soul escaped her and she bore down hard on Emma, trying to take Emma in impossibly deep. It was more than Emma could handle. She erupted, blown apart like the universe. A big bang. Her fingers digging into Regina's trembling thighs to the point of bruising as the world went black for a long moment.

Regina fell against Emma, breathing hard and kissing Emma's throat. Emma mewed, so content and happy. This could not be real. Not just the sex, but the relationship, their family. This was too good. How was this real?

"Fuck, I love you," Emma said, stroking one of Regina's thigh as she moved her other hand moved to the small of her back. Feeling Regina against her kept things out of this world, but down to Earth at the same time.

Regina hummed into her chin. "I love you, too, my precious mate."

Hearing the word sent shivers down Emma's spine. Paired with the phrase "I love you" and there was nothing better. It had a strange calming effect on her still excited blood, but inflated her contentment. But, there was something missing.

Emma rubbed Regina's back lightly with her fingertips. "If you really loved me, you'd have taken my knot." While the sex was awesome, she felt a little incomplete with her knot outside of her sated mate.

Regina purred and raked her teeth down Emma's chin and neck. "Believe me, I would if we had the time, but we're already well past our lunch breaks."

Emma chuckled. "No one thinks we're eating lunch when I come here." They were doing what she had wanted to do in here for a long time.

"If only you had their imagination."

"You are so mean to me when I'm inside of you."

Regina scoffed. "I can be mean now. I got what I wanted."

"Oh, so I can pull out?" Emma palmed Regina's ass, as if she were going to lift Regina. But, she was not an idiot.

Regina let loose a whine and she held tight to the lapels of Emma's jacket. "Don't you dare. It's bad enough I don't have your knot."

That deserved a lopsided, proud grin. "Oh, so now you want my knot?" Emma wiggled her eyebrows. She wanted nothing more than to give Regina her knot, keep her seed inside, and maybe even make a baby. That would be so fucking awesome.

"I want a lot of things, but we have work." Regina placed a particularly wet kiss to the hollow of Emma's throat.

"Meh. I think the town will be okay without us for a few hours." And if Regina kept kissing her like that and throbbing around her, it would have to be. She was already tempted to pick Regina up and bend her over the arm of the sofa, even though she could already hear the scolding that would bring about. It would be worth it, though. Well, now she was tempted.

Regina snorted. "You only say that because you want me to take your knot. Isn't it enough I gave into you fantasy of having sex in my office?"

Emma was not sure what she did so right to get an actual wish granted. Maybe it would be best not to ask questions. It could have just been a treat and she would take it as such. "To be fair, I wanted you on the desk."

"Well, you should've carried me there." Of course she made sure to sound smug as hell as she said it.

Emma frowned. "I was going to, but then you started sucking me off." Not that she was complaining or anything. But, when this whole thing started, before she could position Regina anywhere, her ass on the couch and her beautiful, generous, loving mate was on her knees.

Regina gave her a deadpan look. "I'm sorry, should I cease putting your penis in my mouth?"

"You do and I'll cease putting it in you ass." The lies.

Regina smirked at her and ticked up that eyebrow for a second. "I think you'd crack first in that case." That probably was not wrong. Regina moved, as if she were going to get up. Emma took her around the waist and pressed her down.

"Let's stay like this for a minute. I like being close to you." She rubbed Regina's back and gave her a kiss.

Regina purred and nuzzled her. "Mating has made us a perfect mess."

Emma laughed, but it was true. They were mushy in general, but they were worse lately, to the point they noticed. "Maybe mating and being out. It feels good to not have to hide anymore." She did not expect it to feel so freeing, but it was. It was like finally being able to be herself, not worrying about if she was hiding herself well enough, or stressing over someone finding out about her.

"And maybe knowing that I'm still in charge helps." She smirked.

"You're always in charge with me." Emma liked it that way.

Regina smiled. "As it should be. I know what makes you happy." She kissed Emma.

That was not a lie and Emma would never be ashamed to admit that. "You definitely do. But, I know what makes you happy, too."

Regina kissed the end of her nose. "You certainly do. Now, I'm going to do something that makes you very unhappy."

Emma scowled. "You're going to get up." It would suck, and not in the good way Regina had done earlier.

"We can't stay like this all day. I definitely won't stay here after not taking your knot. That's a punishment to both of us."

Emma fought down the urge to preen. Her mate liked her knot. Even more than that, Regina liked her knot. How many people could ever say that? "Okay, not taking my knot does suck, but being cuddled together like this doesn't. This is nice."

"Yes, but we're supposed to be planning our wedding. You got us off track."

Emma scowled and tried to glare, but it was damn near impossible while she was inside of the woman she loved. "We were never on track. Stop trying to blame me for stuff." She showed up with lunch and then next thing she knew she was on her back on the couch. The way Regina stuck her nose in Emma's neck made her think it might have had something to do with the way she smelled, but she did not understand what would be different that day than any other day. It was not like their sync was due. "Besides, we've got plenty of time to plan."

Regina rolled her eyes as she made the worst more imaginable. She swung her leg over Emma, getting off of Emma. Emma hissed as the office air hit her sensitive cock and she felt deprived, abandoned even. She pouted as Regina wiggled, pulling her skirt down. Regina winked at her.

"I should've pocketed your panties," Emma said.

"You didn't even bother to take them off. So impatient, just pushed them aside like a brute."

Emma curled her lip. "You say that like you didn't like it."

"Besides, you'd want to take my stockings and garters, too."

Emma scoffed. "And you say that like it's a bad thing. Actually, can I have them? All of them? I want something to remember this day by." She was dead serious.

"Later. Right now, we have to do what we were supposed to do, so if you could…" Regina made a motion to Emma.

Emma moved to fix herself, using magic to clean herself up before she wiggled back into her pants. "Were we really supposed to be planning the wedding right now?"

Regina sighed to the point her shoulders dropped. "Yes. You constantly say you don't want your mother to plan it, but sidetrack us whenever we're supposed to talk about it."

Emma could not deny the claim, even though she wanted to. It was not her fault, though! Regina knew how she felt about the idea of them getting married, being bound legally, building a life together. Apparently, stability and domesticity made her hot. So, yes, even though Regina ended up giving her head on the couch, she had started when she came in, pulling Regina close, caressing her like the precious treasure she was, and then one thing led to another.

"Hey, put it away." Regina nodded toward Emma, who was tenting in her pants.

Emma snorted. "Stop being so damn sexy." She adjusted herself, but it did not help much. She wanted to sit Regina on her desk and give her the ride of her life.

Regina ran her hand through her hair and straightened it with magic, so it looked perfect once again. "This is why we never talk about the wedding. You're going to be so sad when we get married in a church and you're in a white ball gown with a tiara on your head."

Emma groaned. "No, not the tiara!" Flashes of dozens of tiaras went through her mind as her mother's excited voice echoed in her head. They were gaudy and seemed pretentious, but her mother wanted her to wear one so bad.

"Your mom would do it. You know that."

Emma's heart jumped in her throat and she moved close to her mate. "Regina, I cannot get married in a white ball gown dress with a tiara. I am not that person. This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, after all." She pressed her hands to her chest and begged Regina with her eyes to make this better.

"Then we have to actually discuss the wedding without you giving me 'the look' or pawing at me or kissing me. If we don't, your mother will happily do all the things we hate, like get married in front of the whole town." Regina grimaced and Emma did the same thing.

That would be an absolute nightmare for both of them. "Okay. We have to seriously talk about this. After work."

Regina cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah, seriously. We'll do it while Henry is doing his homework. I won't jump you in front of our pup." It was true.

"All right." Regina waved her hand, ridding the room of the delicious sex fragrance they coated the place in. It helped calm Emma down, but she delighted in their joint musk, even the memory of it. It was so them and she loved everything about them. She hugged Regina.

"I miss your sex hair," Emma said, leaning down to inhale Regina's hair. It smelled like it always did, like a calm autumn night and sandalwood.

Regina sucked her teeth and stepped away. "Such a romantic, but little things like this is how we get off track. Go back to work. We'll talk later."

"Fine." Emma gathered Regina in her arms. She had to smile before she kissed her beautiful fiancée. "How did I get so damn freaking lucky with you?"

Regina laughed and pressed into her. "How did I get so lucky?"

Emma groaned. "We are so the worst!" They were disgusting, like if she saw them in the street, she would throw up. They were the couple everyone talked about. They were worse than her damn parents now.

Regina rubbed her nose in Emma's neck. "We really are. We have to put a cap on this around people. We have reputations to maintain."

Emma laughed, but she had to kiss Regina again. It made her giddy, loving Regina and knowing she had the same effect on Regina was almost enough to make her float away. There were stars in Regina's eyes as she pulled away and Emma grinned, more like an idiot than she usually did. Maybe love made her more of an idiot than she usually was.

"Okay, you're right. We cannot be this sappy in front of people. We definitely can't be worse than 'I'll always find you.'" Oh, but they were so much worse. It happened when they settled on a wedding time, not date. They wanted to get married soon, as soon as possible.

Regina smiled, like she knew they were far beyond that. "Okay, you have to go. We have work."

"Again, you keep acting like this was my fault."

"It was. You and your puppy eyes and damning scent. It never helps when you hug me smelling like what."

"Smelling like what?" Emma could not figure that out. She should smell the way she always did and Regina did not always hop on her like that. Was Regina in a constant battle not to hop on her like that?

"Never mind all that. Now, you have work and you're late. Time to go." Regina actually shooed her away.

"Right, right, right. You're determined to make a responsible adult out of me. Fine." Emma held her hands up and Regina stepped away again.

Emma lingered long enough to watch Regina return to her desk. Regina sashayed the whole way there, a show for Emma. That ass! She had to bite her lip as she thought about the various things she had been allowed to do to that ass. Regina smirked at her and winked.

"You're trying to make me come in my pants," Emma said. She would have an uncomfortable walk back to her office.

"Never. You know where I want you to come. Now, work." Regina pointed to the door.

Emma left with a smile on her face, so pleased with herself whenever Regina openly talked about preferring her. Everyone looked at her, smirked at her. She ignored them. A few people looked like they wanted to high five her, but they knew better. She punched the one and only idiot who had ever put his hand up to her and said "up top" after she left Regina's office.

-8-8-8-8-

Night had come and Emma was snuggled up with Regina on the couch and they each had a glass of wine. Henry was in the bed and they just got rid of Zelena. They should have been in the bed as well, but they needed to talk. With the way they were lately, no talking would happen in bed unless it was of the dirty variety.

"So, the wedding," Emma said and then she took a sip of wine.

"A small affair?" Regina asked.

Emma nodded. "Definitely. Where do you want it? I bet outdoors." She could practically feel the tomboy inside of Regina humming, begging, pleading for outside. She would not mind.

Regina smiled and there was that lovely sparkle in her eyes again. "An outdoor wedding would be nice."

"What if we did the wedding in the backyard? We know it can fit everyone we consider family in the backyard thanks to Henry's birthday."

"That sounds good. Nice and intimate. Perfect." Regina purred and hid her face in Emma's shoulder for a moment. It was so obvious she was scenting Emma, which made Emma want to puff out her chest. Her aroma was pleasing, comforting to her mate. What more could an alpha ask for?

Emma could smell the happiness coming from her mate. It was far more intoxicating than the wine. She leaned down and kissed Regina's cheek. Regina looked up and they shared another kiss.

Emma caressed Regina's side and smiled to herself. "Yeah. We don't need a big, grand wedding, even though the town might be pissed we didn't invite them."

Regina chuckled and took a drink from her wine glass. "Well, I hate them."

"Individually, yes, but as a whole you love this town and the people."

Regina made a face. "I might save this godforsaken town and govern it, but that doesn't mean I care."

Emma laughed and nuzzled her neck. "You care."

Regina pulled away, obviously wanting Emma to see her scary glare. "Keep it up and you won't be invited to the wedding."

Emma held in the urge to scoff. "What? Who are you going to marry if I don't come?"

"Oh, we'll still be married, but you won't be at the ceremony. It'll be me modeling my dress, which I promise you will be beyond amazing. I'm talking you will be drooling."

"I don't doubt you." Emma was not even sure she could imagine, but with the way Regina drove her crazy, the dress would undoubtedly make her want to rip the damn thing off in front of people.

Regina smirked at her and caressed her cheek. "Then be good, so you can see the dress."

Emma chuckled. "Okay. I'll be good. So, wedding in the backyard and reception in the house. I wish we could have a wedding on the beach, but the beach here is not impressive."

"Not to mention the cannery, so the smell wouldn't work."

Emma grimaced. "Yeah." That would probably make the definition of a terrible wedding.

Regina stared her down, intense with emotion. "But, if you have your heart set on a beach wedding, there's always magic here. I would create a grand beach for you, my love."

Emma gave Regina a squeeze. Regina was not kidding around and Emma appreciated that. Part of her wanted to let Regina spoil her, as they would both appreciate it. But, she liked the idea of a low-key wedding. A low-key affair was more them and she wanted their wedding to reflect who they truly were.

"It honestly doesn't matter to me. I don't have a dream wedding, as I never imagined being married at any point in my life. So, whatever you want to do is fine with me. I just want something that's us. My mother's definitely going to freak out," Emma said. They would not be able to avoid her mother bugging them because there was no way they would do some grand, royal wedding.

"I'm sure she had your wedding planned before she was putting your darkness in Lily, but somehow still claiming to be good."

Emma pinched her and Regina jumped against her without spilling either of their wine. "Hey, leave my mother alone. Anyway, is this what we're going with? Small wedding in the backyard. I like that." It was something she could look forward to. Something she could think about later on and smile to herself, feeling like she had made it in life. Well, you have made it in life.

Regina nodded and smiled. "Good. You want me to tell your mother?"

Emma snickered. "You just want to crush my mom's feelings about her dream wedding."

Honey eyes sparkled. "Yes, so don't steal my joy. Besides, I'm taking one for the team. You don't have to crush her hopes and dreams by telling her you don't want a flashy wedding."

"Maybe we should do it together." Snow was her mother, after all. She should at least be there for what was very likely going to be a scene. If it went far enough sideways, Regina might push Snow far enough for them to start another feud.

Regina shrugged. "If that's what you want to do. You know I don't mind telling her."

"I know, but we're a unit." And she would like to avoid any fireworks over their wedding. It was supposed to be a time of joy, after all.

Regina smiled and kissed her chin. Emma sat up a little taller and cuddled Regina closer, caressing Regina's ass. They both took a sip of wine.

"So, we'll tell her at dinner," Regina said as if it was decided.

Emma's eyes went wide and she almost choked on her drink. "What? No, babe! Zelena will laugh at her!" She could already hear the cackling. Hell, Zelena might high-five Regina across the table and then they would have to call the whole wedding off. Or worse, she would have to wear a damn tiara to make her mother feel better.

Regina squinted at her, like she was out of her mind. "I won't do it in front of Zelena. I won't do it in front of an audience."

"Zelena will eavesdrop. We have to do that away from the family."

Regina sighed as if this was some great burden to her. "Fine. We can invite her to my office for lunch. For once everyone will think we're actually just eating lunch."

"Sometimes, I am just eating."

Regina rolled her eyes and Emma laughed. She tickled Regina and earned giggles. The sound of her laughter made Emma's heart flutter. She loved this woman so much and they were going to get married. It was so awesome.

-8-8-8-8-

Regina sat at her desk as Emma entered, holding lunch. As was her habit, Emma walked around the desk, greeting Regina with a kiss. Regina smiled against Emma's sweet lips. She caressed Emma's cheek when Emma pulled away. Emma smiled at her, eyes shining. Sometimes, she swore Emma looked at like she hung the moon. It made Regina feel beyond special, beyond worthwhile. Just the way Emma looked at her made her want to be a better person. She wanted to be the type of person who was worthy of those looks.

Beyond that, Regina found trying to be a better person made her feel better in general. She was able to enjoy life, enjoy her family. These were not things the Evil Queen would have been able to imagine, let alone enjoy. She shook those thoughts away, not wanting to travel down that road at the moment.

Emma flopped down in the seat opposite Regina and unpacked their lunch. It was a ritual of theirs. Emma would get everything together while Regina finished up any last minute work, so she could focus on Emma and only Emma for the next hour. Her assistant knew better than to interrupt unless the whole town was on fire. It was definitely one of the reasons most people assumed they had sex on their lunch hour.

"Your mother called a few minutes ago. She's on her way," Regina said.

Emma nodded. "Good. Her food won't get cold." She swallowed loud enough for Regina to hear it.

Regina reached across the desk and put her hand atop Emma's. "Are you okay?"

Emma looked at her with sad eyes. "I'm fine. We have to do this. It's not her wedding."

"How would you like to do this? Should I do all the talking?" Regina asked. She wanted to spare Emma whatever pain she could in this. Yes, Emma was annoyed, but she did not want to hurt her mother's feelings. Regina had few qualms about it.

"We're in this together, babe," Emma replied with a small smile.

Regina smiled back. They were always a team. She had never had that before and reveled in the feeling for a moment. The moment was short lived as Snow White arrived and they both turned their attention to the door as Snow kicked it shut. She had her hands full of books, binders, and magazines. A low groan escaped Emma and Regina held in a sigh. Snow was going to make this difficult.

"Mom, what's all this stuff?" Emma got out of her seat to help Snow.

"Well, this is about wedding stuff, right? I had to get my wedding things," Snow answered, out of breath as Emma rescued a few things about to fall. And now the sigh escaped Regina. Snow would hijack the wedding unless they stopped her and she had a feeling they were in for a fight.

Emma's brow wrinkled as she put the magazines down on the desk. "Who said this was even about the wedding?"

Snow shook her head. "What else would this be about?" She sat down in the chair next to Emma.

"Could just be a lunch date," Emma replied as she sat down and motioned to their food containers.

Snow chuckled. "Please. You two would get married tomorrow if you could."

That was not a lie. "Yes, but on our own terms. All of this…" Regina waved her hand over the bridal magazines and wedding destinations and flower books. "This is unnecessary. We don't want a spectacle."

Snow frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Mom, we want a simple, small wedding," Emma said.

"In our backyard," Regina said.

Snow squeaked and her eyes went wide, like she was watching aliens landing. "What?"

"Yeah, with basically the same crowd that was at Henry's birthday party and Thanksgiving. Nothing big," Emma said.

Snow reached over and grabbed Emma's forearm. "No! You're both royalty and heroes. You deserve something grand! Something magnificent! Something people will talk about for the rest of their lives!"

"Been there, done that. Hated it," Regina said. Hated it with a passion really. She should take a potion to forget that, except it might drastically alter her personality.

Emma nodded, but her face was so scrunched up, like everything Snow said left a sour taste in her mouth. "Yeah. The flashy stuff isn't really our style."

Snow's mouth dropped open. "Excuse me? Have neither of you met Regina?" She turned to Regina. "You're nothing but flash! If flash was a person, it would be you!"

"Flash for the sake of drama. I don't want to be flashy just to be flashy or to show some old status that I didn't even like," Regina replied.

Snow turned back to Emma. "Sweetie, please, reconsider. I've dreamed of planning your wedding. I have so many ideas. You'll love them!" She grinned as she grabbed a book, ready to show Emma everything she would miss out on if they did the backyard wedding.

Emma did not waver, gently grabbing her mother by the wrist to stop her. "Sorry, Mom. we're going small and simple. You can help us plan still."

"But, just look at some of them! Please!" Snow clutched the scrapbook with enough force to bend the cover.

"Mom," Emma said, voice stern.

"We've made our decision," Regina said to back Emma up.

"But…" Snow whimpered.

"Mom," Emma said once more. Regina threw in her most potent glare to drive the point home.

They could see the moment Snow gave her, crumbling in her chair. Her bottom lip wobbled and her eyes were wet. "What about dresses?" Her voice cracked.

Regina glanced at Emma, who shrugged. Regina rolled her eyes. This would be a waste of time, but it would give Snow a feeling of accomplishment. It was actually brilliant. They did not have to commit to any dress and Snow would accept that on the grounds that a wedding dress had to be perfect for the brides. They might be able to enjoy lunch yet.

"Show us the dresses," Regina said with a sigh. Snow brightened and just like that all was right in her world.

-8-8-8-8-

Next time: Regina's bridal party goes to have a talk with Rumple.