We All Will Be Together

by MackenzieW

Set in my "The Christmas Wish" verse. Santa has granted Henry and Roland's wish by making them brothers. Robin and Regina have decided to stay married. Follow them as they spend their first year as a family by seeing how they celebrate the special occasions throughout the year.

7. The Wedding

"The Wedding"

"Are you sure about this? I know we said that we wanted the full experience but we're also already married. I don't think we need to worry about this particular superstition," Robin said, standing outside the church with an overnight bag in his hand and looking hesitant to leave her.

She reached out, pressing her hand against his cheek as she smiled. "I know but I don't want to tempt fate. So can we just do this to put my mind at ease?"

Robin, though, didn't look convinced. "I know your morning sickness hasn't been as bad as it once was but what if you do get sick during the night? I don't want you to be sick by yourself."

"I'll be fine," she assured him, knowing he had been waking with her whenever she was sick to rub her back or hold her hair. It had been comforting to have him beside her during those moments. But they had lessened as she approached the end of her first trimester and the start of her second, so she was confident that she would not be sick that night.

"But what if you are?" he pressed, clearly reluctant to leave her side. For a moment, she wondered if maybe it would just be best to just let him stay and spend the night with her. She would love to fall asleep in his arms like she always did.

But she also wanted the full experience and that included the groom and bride spending the night before the wedding apart. So she squeezed his hands. "Tink is staying with me. If I get sick, she'll be there. And if it's really bad, she will call you. Promise."

He pressed his lips together but finally nodded. "Alright. Then I'll see you here tomorrow."

"Yes, you will," she assured him, pulling him closer as she rose up on her toes to give him a kiss.

He leaned into the kiss, deepening it for a few minutes before pulling away. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," he told her.

"I'm sure you can't," she teased him gently. She then gave him a little push. "Go on. Enjoy your night with John and the boys."

"I will," he replied, gently brushing some hair from her face. "And you enjoy some pampering before the wedding."

She smiled, nodding as John stepped out of the church. He clapped Robin on the back. "You ready to go, mate?"

"I am," he said, giving Regina's hand one more squeeze. "See you tomorrow."

John guided Robin down the stairs. They rounded up the boys and Regina watched as they climbed into Robin's truck. He gave her one last smile before getting the driver's seat and pulling away from the church. She followed the truck until it turned the corner and disappeared from her sight.

"Regina? Are you okay?" Archie asked, coming to stand next to her.

She nodded, looking up at him. "It's just…we haven't spent a night apart since we got married and I'm surprised that I'm nervous about sleeping alone."

He chuckled. "It is surprising how easily the right person can integrate into one's life, huh?"

"Yeah," she said, unable to imagine her life without Robin anymore. He now always seemed to be there and she loved it.

"Well, it's only for one night," Archie said. "You're a strong woman, Regina. I know you'll be fine."

Regina felt a bit buoyed by his words. "Thank you. So are you going to stop by tomorrow morning as we get ready for the wedding?"

Archie grinned but shook his head. "I think I would just get in the way so I'll just come a bit later. Tink's already promised to text me for when you're in your dress. I don't want to miss that."

"Good," Regina said, kissing his cheek. "Thank you, Archie. I couldn't ask for a better friend."

"Neither could I," he replied, hugging her. "Have a goodnight, Regina. And then tomorrow, we'll celebrate your much deserved happily ever after."

He headed down the stairs as Mary Margaret came out of the church, followed by Tink. They locked arms with Regina as Mary Margaret asked: "You ready to head home?"

"I am," Regina said. "I'm excited to see what you two have planned for me for the rest of the evening."

Tink grinned, guiding her down the stairs. "Well, we have an early night planned for you. Just a relaxing bath and then bed. Because everything we then start early tomorrow."

"Do I want to hear how packed my morning is going to be tomorrow?" she asked, amused and a little nervous that Tink and Mary Margaret would try to do too much.

"It'll be fine," Tink said. "Just trust me."

Regina sighed, nodding. "Alright. But if I think it's too much, I reserve the right to tell you to skip some things. Deal?"

"Deal," Mary Margaret replied. "Tomorrow is all about you. We're just there to make it perfect."

"Well, let's not worry about perfection. Let's just worry about having a good day," Regina told her.

Tink paused as they reached the car, looking her over with a soft smile. "Listen to that. It sounds more like Regina Locksley than Regina Mills."

"Robin certainly has rubbed off on me," Regina agreed, opening the door to the car. "I wonder how I rubbed off on him."

"He's definitely happier," Tink said, sliding into the car next to her.

Regina paused, frowning. "He always seemed happy to me before."

"And so were you," she countered, giving Regina a look. "Wouldn't you agree you're happier now that you and Henry are a family with Robin and Roland?"

"Of course I am," Regina replied. She then paused before realizing what her friend was getting at. "So naturally Robin is just as happy that Henry and I are now part of his family."

Tink nodded. "Exactly."

Mary Margaret started the car, glancing back at them. "And it's only been six months. I'm sure we'll all start to see more of your influence on Robin soon."

"Agreed," Tink said. She then leaned forward and tapped the driver's seat. "Now, let's go! We all need to get plenty of rest before tomorrow."

Laughing, Mary Margaret put the car in drive and pulled away from the church. Regina leaned back, watching it disappear behind her. The next time she saw it, she would be wearing her wedding gown and walking down the aisle to pledge to spend the rest of her life with Robin in front of their friends and family.

She couldn't wait.

---

"The boys finally asleep?" John asked, handing Robin a beer as he sat down on the couch with a weary sigh.

Robin nodded, taking a sip. "They are just so excited it was hard to get them to sleep. It's like it's Christmas Eve."

David chuckled. "Then that means they should be up early too and we won't have to pull them from bed."

"Roland, yes," Robin said, knowing his son liked to wake up early even when it wasn't a special occasion. "Henry, though, is not a morning person. We'll probably have a struggle with him."

"Wait," John replied, setting down his beer. "So Regina is a morning person but her son is not while your son is a morning person but you are not. That really works out, huh?"

Robin nodded. "It does. Henry and I get to enjoy some extra sleep while Regina and Roland get to bond in the mornings."

"That is sweet," John said. He then raised his beer to his mouth before pausing again, narrowing his eyes. "Wait, is Henry as grumpy as you if woken up and not allowed to wake up on your own?"

"I wouldn't say as grumpy but he's definitely as difficult to wake up," Robin replied. "I can wake him up in the morning, it's okay."

David shook his head. "I've woken him up before. I can do it."

"You're going to get no argument from me," John said. He then jerked his thumb toward Robin. "Especially since I have to wake this one up. It's only fair."

"Come on, I'm not that bad," Robin replied, taking a sip of his beer. "I've gotten a lot better since when I used to live with you."

John hummed, taking another sip of his beer. He studied Robin before saying: "I guess we'll have to see how tomorrow goes."

"Here's to hoping it goes well," Robin said, holding out his bottle. "And that it is a day for all of us to remember."

David and John clinked their bottles against his. John then clapped him on the back. "We'll make sure of that, mate. You and Regina deserve nothing less than perfection," he said.

"Agreed," David said. "Here's to years of happiness and love for you, Regina, Henry and Roland."

"Here, here," John replied, clinking his beer bottle against David's. He then looked at Robin, who also clinked his bottle as well. They then all took sips and Robin believed that their toast would come true.

He would have a whole lifetime of happiness with Regina and their children, including the one that grew inside her and any future children they might have.

It was going to be wonderful.

They finished their drinks before David collected them. "I'll recycle these and then I think I'm going to turn in," he said.

"Yeah," John replied, standing as well. "I think I'll turn in as well. We're going to be very busy tomorrow."

"You guys head up," Robin said, leaning back on the couch. "I just want a few minutes to myself before I go to bed."

John clapped him on the shoulder. "Understandable. Just don't stay up too late. You don't want to fall asleep on the altar, right?"

Robin chuckled. "I promise I won't be long."

"Then goodnight," David said, heading upstairs. John followed him, leaving Robin alone in what had once been his living room.

Robin pulled out his phone and opened a picture of Marian. Leaning back against the couch, he smiled at it. "I'm getting married again, Marian. Well, I'm already married but this time, we're saying our vows in front of our family and friends.

"You would like Regina," he said. "I have no doubt that you two would be friends if you were still here. She's strong and loving and kind and just…just amazing. Having her in my life has changed it for the better, just like you did."

He paused, feeling a lump form in his throat as tears filled his eyes. "She's also a great mum. She really loves Roland and considers him her son, just as I consider her son mine as well. We've really managed to bond as a family.

"And we're going to have a child of our own," he continued. "I'm going to be a father again. I really hope it's a little girl. I've always wanted to be a girl dad, you know?"

Robin swallowed past the lump in his throat. "I hope you're watching over us along with Daniel, Regina's own lost love. And I hope you both approve of us being together. I know if the situation was reversed, I would want you and Roland to be happy, so I believe you want the same. And we are, Marian. We're very happy. We love you and we miss you, that hasn't changed. But it's time for the next chapter. We need to keep living, right?"

He kissed her picture before setting it down again. Robin took a deep breath and stood, releasing the grief that had built up inside him. Tomorrow, he would marry the woman he loved, his second chance at marriage and forever. It was a joyful day and he couldn't wait to do so.

After going upstairs, he checked on both of his sons and found them sound asleep. Robin pressed kisses to their foreheads before heading to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. Though he missed having Regina lying next to him, he closed his eyes and let sleep carry him away.

Until buzzing woke him up. He opened his eyes, frowning when he saw his room was still dark. Looking over, he saw his phone vibrating as Regina's picture filled the screen. His heart jumped into his throat as Robin picked up. "Hello? What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked.

"The baby didn't like dinner," she said, moaning. "And I can't tell if they didn't like dessert or it just didn't even make it that far."

"Do you need me to come there?" he asked, pushing back the blankets as he sat up. "I can be there in fifteen minutes."

"No, no. There's no need for you to drive at this hour. I just needed to hear your voice," she told him.

He let out a sigh of relief before lying back down. "Alright, sweetheart. So what do you want me to do?"

"Can you just talk to me until I feel ready to fall back to sleep?" she asked. "Please?"

"Sure," he replied. "Do you want me to talk about something in particular or just whatever comes to mind?"

"Whatever comes to mind," she said. "Just as long as I can hear your voice. It's soothing."

He chuckled. "Maybe I missed my calling and should've done recordings people could listen to at night to fall asleep."

She hummed. "Nope. I want this all to myself. I'm very selfish like that."

"Well, then I guess we're evenly matched," he replied. "Because I want you all to myself as well."

"What about the boys?"

"Only ones I'll share with," he said. "Them and Neal. I know how much you love him too."

She chuckled in his ear. "Yes, I do. What about Poppy though?"

"Right," he replied, thinking of their niece and flower girl. "I'll share you with Poppy as well."

"You're just going to share me with all the children?" she asked.

He thought over before saying: "Pretty much. They're tiny and cute. I'm not much competition when it comes to them."

She hummed. "You're cute but not very tiny."

"Oh, we both know I am definitely not tiny," he said, wiggling his eyebrows even though she couldn't see him. Still, he knew she understood his meaning.

"That is certainly true," she agreed. "Hence why I am in this position."

He knew she was pressing her hand to her stomach and he grinned. "It takes two to tango, love."

"And why do you think I tangoed with you?" she countered.

Robin let out a laugh, rolling onto his back. "And here I thought it was my dazzling personality."

"Well, I guess that played a part," she replied. He then heard her yawn and knew she was getting sleepy. It seemed he was doing his job.

"I can't wait to marry you…again," he told her. "To tell the whole world that I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She let out a sleepy sigh. "Neither can I."

His eyes began to close as he asked: "Are you getting sleepy, sweetheart?"

"I am," she told him, her voice softer. "Can you talk to me for a few more minutes?"

"Of course," he assured her. He told her about the evening he spent with John and David after the rehearsal and how excited the boys were about the wedding.

There was a long pause and Robin smiled as he prompted: "Regina? You still awake, sweetheart?"

"Barely," she replied sleepily. "I think I should hang up now."

He chuckled. "Alright. Pleasant dreams, sweetheart. I love you and I'll see you at the altar tomorrow."

"Love you too," she told him. "See you at the altar."

They ended the call and he placed the phone down on his nightstand. Wrapping the blankets around him, he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to pull him down. As he slipped off to dreamland, he imagined Regina coming down the aisle to him in her wedding dress, looking radiant.

Certainly a pleasant dream indeed.

---

Despite her bout of morning sickness, Regina felt rested when she woke in the morning. She joined Mary Margaret and Tink for breakfast, eating a bit more than she intended but only because she remembered how little both her sisters had eaten at their weddings. Regina felt it was worth the risk just to be full for a bit longer.

After breakfast, Tink's friend TL – short for Tiger Lily – came to do their hair and makeup for the wedding. TL was a lot like Tink, though perhaps a bit more subdued, and happily set up a place in the dining room to get everyone ready. "Bride first or last?" she asked.

"Last," Regina replied. "And I think Tink should go first so she can get the dress and everything ready while Mary Margaret and I get our hair and makeup done."

Tink nodded while Mary Margaret looked relieved as she pulled out her phone. "Good. That gives me time to check in on David and Neal. I'll be back shortly."

"Can you check on Henry and Roland for me too? I'm sure they're fine with Robin but, you know…" Regina trailed off, knowing that Mary Margaret would understand her motherly need to make sure her boys were okay.

"Why don't you go relax on the couch?" Tink suggested. "You're going to have a busy day and deserve to get in as much rest as possible."

Regina nodded and headed into the living room. She curled up on the couch and closed her eyes, deciding to get in a little nap. It would help with the sleep she had lost due to morning sickness. She didn't feel it now but she didn't want to chance it affecting her later.

"David says everyone is doing well and that the boys send you their love…oh," Mary Margaret said. She then whispered: "Sorry."

"That's okay," Regina said, not yet asleep. "I'm glad to hear it."

Mary Margaret hummed. "Do you want a blanket?"

Regina shook her head. "No, I'm good. If I have a blanket, I might really fall asleep and I don't want to look too tired in my pictures."

"Alright," Mary Margaret replied, chuckling. "I'll let you rest for now."

"Thank you," Regina said, feeling herself floating between sleep and consciousness as she tried to get some more rest.

She heard Tink come in and tell Mary Margaret it was her turn for hair and makeup. Mary Margaret thanked her before someone shook Regina. Opening her eyes, she saw Tink hovering over her. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," Regina said, sitting up. "Just trying to get a little more rest before the day really, really begins for me, you know?"

Tink smiled, nodding. "I get it. Do you want to lay down again?"

Regina shook her head. "I don't think Mary Margaret is going to take long. So I should probably stay awake or else I may sleep through the wedding."

"Well, we definitely wouldn't want that," Tink said, laughing.

"I certainly don't," Regina said. She then looked over Tink, admiring how TL had created a braided crown without straightening her curls, so they created an extra layer to the crown. Baby breath was tucked into the plaits, giving Tink an ethereal look. "I love your hair."

Tink's smile widened as she reached up and patted her hair. "You do? TL is an artist when it comes to hair and makeup."

"Clearly," Regina replied. "I mean, I know if you were recommending her, she had to be good but now I see she's really good."

"She's really excited about what she's going to do for you after seeing the pictures you sent her," Tink said. "Honestly, I'm excited too."

Regina felt her excitement grow as she nodded. "I can't wait to see how it all looks – the hair, the shoes, the jewelry, the makeup, the veil, the flowers and most importantly, the dress."

Tink chuckled. "Speaking of which, I should head upstairs and get it ready. I'll see you when you're done."

"I can't wait," Regina said, leaning back as Tink left the living room. She turned on the TV, hoping it would keep her awake until it was her turn to sit in TL's chair.

After a couple of shows, Regina felt someone place their hand on her shoulder and Mary Margaret said: "It's your turn."

"Thank you," Regina said, turning off the TV. She then stood up and took in her matron of honor, gasping softly. "Oh, Mary, you look beautiful!"

For her wedding, Mary Margaret had grown out her hair so she could have an updo. But Regina and Robin had chosen to have their ceremony sooner rather than later, so she did not have as much time as she would've liked to grow out her hair. It had gone from her preferred pixie cut to a bob but she worried there wouldn't have been many styles she could wear for the wedding. She had confessed she feared she wouldn't look good for Regina's wedding. Regina had assured her that her hair didn't matter – Regina just wanted her by her side and that had comforted Mary Margaret.

"You like it?" Mary Margaret asked, looking a bit unsure of herself as she gingerly touched her hair. TL had curled Mary Margaret's hair and pinned several silk blue flowers to her hair, making it look like it was an updo even though Regina knew it wasn't. It was absolutely perfect for Mary Margaret and almost matched Tink's hair as well.

Regina nodded. "I love it. Do you?"

"I do," Mary Margaret replied, looking relieved. "But this is your wedding and so I was worried."

"There's nothing to worry about," Regina told her, hugging her. "Take a deep breath and enjoy yourself. That's all Robin and I want for everyone today."

Mary Margaret pulled back, nodding. "Well, I'm going to get changed into my dress and stop holding you up. Off you go, Miss Bride. Time for TL to work her magic on you."

Regina chuckled, squeezing Mary Margaret's hands. "I can't wait to see you in your dress and for you to see me all dolled up."

They then parted as Mary Margaret headed upstairs. Regina entered the dining room and greeted TL. She took a deep breath before saying: "Tink said you got my pictures. Do you have any questions?"

"No, I think I have a good idea about what you want," TL said, patting the chair. "So have a seat, Regina, and I'll get you ready for your wedding."

Regina nodded, sitting down in the chair. "I want to say that I love how Tink and Mary Margaret look, so I know I'm in good hands."

"Glad to hear it," TL said, starting to brush Regina's hair. "So, tell me more about your groom. How did you meet? How did he propose? You know, all the good stuff."

"Right," Regina replied, not sure how much of her story Tink had told TL. So she decided to play it safe and use the story she and Robin had come up with to use as an explanation with her family.

"We met because our sons are best friends," Regina said. "And at first we didn't really like each other but soon we started to see the good more than the bad."

TL started to pin her hair back as she chuckled. "I love a good enemies to lovers story."

Regina paused, never considering that before and chuckling. "Yes, I suppose that's what we had."

"So how did he propose?" TL asked from behind Regina now.

"It was sweet but not too elaborate," Regina replied, smiling as she tried to imagine how Robin would've proposed to her had he been given the chance to do so. "He set up a lovely dinner, just us and the boys, and they asked me together."

TL sighed. "That does sound sweet. Can I see the ring?"

"Sure," Regina replied, raising her left hand. "Robin had it specially made and it has a lot of sentimental significance."

She explained where each piece came from and why it was important to Robin. "I told him I didn't much like jewelry and preferred things with sentimental value. So he took that into consideration when making it."

"That is absolutely sweet," TL said. "But what about you? Does the ring have anything that represents you?"

"No, but I don't mind," Regina replied honestly. "It connects me to the two other important women in Robin's life."

TL reached over for a pin before saying: "Well, when you put it like that, that does make sense. And it's your ring, so if you like it, that's all that matters."

"I do love it," Regina said, fiddling with the ring. Her wedding ring was in John's safe keeping for the ceremony and she was eager to get it back on her finger to join with her engagement ring.

"Alright, almost done with the hair," TL said. "Then we can get started on your makeup."

Regina resisted the urge to nod and instead said: "Sounds good. Thank you."

"Is there anything that will be going in your hair? I mean, what's the base for your veil? I don't think Tink told me about that," TL said.

"Sorry!" Tink said, jogging into the room as she carried a white box. She was still dressed in her pajamas, which was an odd sight with her hair and makeup done. "I forgot about that."

"That's okay," TL said. "I wasn't too worried – I figured you and Regina would know what would work for your base anyway."

Tink nodded, setting the box down on the table. She opened it and grinned at Regina. "Ready?"

"Yes," Regina said, leaning forward. She was eager to see how the final product had turned out from the sketch she and Tink had made together a few months earlier. Regina knew it was going to be amazing.

"Here it is," Tink replied, pulling the base from the box and lifting it up for TL and Regina to examine. It was a comb with a big silk white flower on it surrounded by pearls and rhinestones in a starburst design.

Regina pressed her hand to her chest as she teared up. "It looks beautiful, Tink. You really outdid yourself."

"I am impressed, my friend," TL said, taking the base. "I can't wait to see the dress you designed to go with this."

"I can't wait to see how it all comes together," Tink replied. She crouched down and took Regina's hand. "You are going to be the most beautiful bride Storybrooke has ever seen. Don't tell Mary Margaret."

Regina chuckled, squeezing Tink's hand. "I won't it if you won't."

"Deal," Tink replied, releasing her hand and standing. "I'm going to get ready. See you in a bit for your dress."

"I can't believe it," Regina said, leaning back as TL started to affix the base into her hair. "It still doesn't feel real."

Tink chuckled. "Well, I'm sure that will change once we have you all done up. If not, hopefully walking down the aisle does the trick."

"I think it'll be donning the dress," Regina said. "Is the base in, TL?"

"It is," TL replied, moving around to stand in front of her. "Now we move onto the makeup."

Tink slowly backed away. "I'll see you upstairs in a bit, Regina."

"Sounds good," Regina said. She looked up at TL. "You got my makeup references as well?"

"I did," TL assured her. "I know exactly what look you are going for. So just relax and I'll have you ready in no time."

Regina nodded, closing her eyes. "Alright. I put my face in your hands."

TL chuckled and Regina felt her start to use concealer. "So how many people are coming to your wedding?"

"Not too many," Regina replied. "We tried to keep it small and intimate. Mostly friends. Robin's parents and my father are dead. And my mother is dead to us so that certainly kept things small."

She grew quiet as she thought over some of her worries about the wedding. Robin had no other blood family and so most of the problems lay on her side. They had both worried that Cora would try to crash the party. Mal mentioned it to some court officers and a few of them volunteered to work as security for her wedding, which was a relief to Regina. She and Robin shared who was not allowed in their reception and were confident there would be no party crashers, even though Mary Margaret had revealed that Leo had taken Cora on a vacation this weekend. It seemed even he knew his wife would try to pull some stunt and ruin Regina's wedding, though Regina still wasn't certain it was Leo's wedding gift to her like Mary Margaret insisted. More likely, he just didn't want his wife to cause a scandal.

Leopold hated scandals.

After some debate, Regina and Robin agreed to let Zelena come to the ceremony to see Poppy as their flower girl. But she had been given a strict warning that if she tried to object or cause a scene on Cora's behalf, she would be promptly ejected from the church. And she would not be allowed into the reception under any circumstances. Though she was clearly not pleased with their boundaries, Zelena ultimately agreed with them. Regina hoped it didn't blow up in her face.

"Regina, you've tensed up," TL told her. "I need you to relax, especially your lips."

"Sorry," Regina replied. "Just worried about something."

She opened her eyes to find TL very close to her as she applied the lipstick to her lips. TL glanced up at her. "Forgetting your vows?"

"No," Regina said. "I think I'll be able to handle that well enough. It's just a family matter. I hope they don't try to ruin it."

"Weddings," TL replied with a sigh. "Some people just lose their minds when it comes to them. They just feel so entitled, you know?"

Regina chuckled. "That does sound like my family. But I don't think it's necessarily the wedding. My mother and sister are upset with a decision I made and they are trying to make me miserable as retribution. Hasn't worked yet."

"Good," TL replied. She stepped back and picked up a mirror. "Tell me what you think."

Regina looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. Her eyes held a white shimmery look paired with a neutral-colored eyeliner. Knowing Regina preferred red lipstick, TL had gone with a softer shade of red for her, looking perfect for the wedding. It was the summery look she had wanted that still suited her perfectly. She glanced up at TL, trying not to make her mascara run already. "It's just what I wanted. Thank you."

"You're welcome," TL said. "Thank you for entrusting me with your wedding look. I hope the ceremony goes well and that you have a lot of fun at your reception. And best of luck to you, your husband and your children."

After shaking TL's hand, Regina headed upstairs to her bedroom. She knocked on her door, asked: "Can I come in yet?"

"Yes, you can!" Tink called out.

Regina opened the door and stepped into her bedroom. Mary Margaret and Tink stood in front of her, all dressed in their bridesmaid dresses. They were robin's egg blue and were Grecian style – one strap over the left shoulder while the right one was bare. With their hair and makeup done, they looked like the perfect bridal party.

"You two look beautiful," she said, pressing her hand to her heart. "Tink, you did an amazing job."

"Thank you," Tink replied. "But wait until you see your dress."

Mary Margaret nodded, checking her phone. "The photographer is almost here to get the getting ready pictures. Let me go let them in."

"Thanks, Mary Margaret," Regina said, watching her stepsister leave the room. She then turned to Tink. "So what should I do now?"

Tink reached out and took her hand. "Let's get you into what you're wearing under the dress. Then we can put the robe back on for the before pictures so that we just have to put the dress on after that."

By the time they had done that, Mary Margaret returned with the photographer. The woman smiled as she held up her camera. "Alright, let's get some pictures of the dress being taken out and prepared to be put on then I'll get out of you way so you can change."

"Tink, since you made it, I think you should do the honors," Mary Margaret said, motioning to the garment bag hanging from Regina's closet. Tink beamed and approached it, unzipping it.

The photographer stepped further into the room and took several pictures of the dress. She then lowered the camera and let out a low whistle. "You really made that?"

"Yeah," Tink replied. "I made all the dresses."

"She's very talented," Regina said, praising her friend as Tink's cheeks turned pink. "I am so lucky she made my dress."

Tink cleared her throat, eyes still locked on the photographer. "Do you have enough pictures? I need to get this dress on Regina. We have a schedule to keep."

After a few more shots, the photographer nodded. "I got it. Just give a shout once the dress is on. I won't be far."

Mary Margaret ushered her out of the room before closing the door. She clapped her hands together as she looked at Regina. "Let's get you into your dress!"

"Here we go," Tink said, carrying it over to the bed. She unzipped it and placed it down so Regina could step into the dress. After removing her robe, Regina did just that before Tink and Mary Margaret pulled it up to cover her body.

Tink zipped up a small sipper before lacing Regina's bodice. "Let me know if it's too tight," she said.

"It's fine," Regina assured her. "I should be good."

"Alright," Tink said, finishing with the laces. She stepped back and gently turned Regina toward the mirror. "What do you think?"

Regina gasped as she took in her dress in the mirror. It was a strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline. On the bodice, Tink had embroidered little flowers and used rhinestones as the center. Her skirt went down to the floor and was made of silk and lace, allowing for Regina to move easily and remain cool in the early summer heat. Regina felt like a queen in it and couldn't wait for Robin to see it.

"I love it, Tink," Regina told her. "This is the perfect wedding dress. You really outdid yourself."

Tink's chest puffed out as Mary Margaret brought over Regina's veil. "Time to complete your look."

"Wait," Regina said. "I want to put my jewelry on and then my veil. And maybe we can bring the photographer back now?"

"Good idea," Mary Margaret said, heading to the door. "You'll definitely want pictures of these moments."

She opened the door and called in the photographer as Tink helped Regina into her white heels. Regina splurged on getting a pair of Louboutin shoes to go with her wedding dress. It had been a long time since she had gotten a new pair and her wedding seemed like a very good reason to get them.

Clicking filled the air and Regina looked up to find the photographer already snapping pictures. The woman checked her screen, nodding with a smile. "These look amazing. Almost like Cinderella trying on her glass slippers," she said.

"You're getting your fairy tale, Regina," Mary Margaret told her.

Regina chuckled, heading toward her vanity. Once upon a time, she would've said something about fairy tales not being real. But after getting married by Santa Claus, Regina knew she didn't have a leg to stand on – even if she still had a more realistic view of the world. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled as she said: "Yes, I suppose I am. Robin certainly ended up being my Prince Charming."

Tink let out an exaggerated gasp. "She's talking about Prince Charming! She really has caught the wedding bug."

"Very funny," Regina said, rolling her eyes as she sat down. She pulled out her jewelry box. "Help me pick out what I should wear."

"Well, I think you should definitely wear your grandmother's earrings," Mary Margaret said, pulling out the small velvet box and set it before Regina. "That way your father can be with you too."

A lump formed in Regina's throat as she opened up the box to reveal the two beautiful pearl earrings her father had left to her. It had been one of the few things her mother had given her of her inheritance and Regina had treasured them. Whenever she wore them, she felt closer to her father. So Mary Margaret's suggestion was perfect.

"Yes, you're right," Regina said, putting on the earrings. "What about my necklace?"

Mary Margaret smiled, pulling out a box. "Consider this your something borrowed."

"What do you mean?" Regina asked, opening the box. She found a pearl necklace inside, one she recognized as the one Mary Margaret always wore. A lump formed in her throat as she looked up at her stepsister. "You're letting me wear this?"

"I would be honored for you to wear this necklace," Mary Margaret said. "We're family, right?"

Regina nodded, hugging Mary Margaret. "I know I probably didn't think it at the time, but I'm really glad you're my sister now."

"I've always been glad you're my sister," Mary Margaret said, her voice thick. Regina knew she was about to cry and if she cried, it would all be over.

Tink gently pried them apart and urged Regina to sit again. She then turned to Mary Margaret and gripped her arms. "I need you to take a few deep breaths. TL has left and so if we all start crying, we're going to have to go to the wedding with ruined makeup. And none of us want that, right?"

"Right," Mary Margaret said, taking a few deep breaths as she calmed herself down. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Tink replied before turning back to Regina. "Are you good? Or do you need a moment to collect yourself as well?"

Regina chuckled, feeling her urge to cry go down. "I'm fine. No need to worry about me."

"Good," Tink said, stepping back so Mary Margaret could put the necklace on Regina.

Once her earrings and necklace were on, Regina grinned as she studied her impression. "Okay, I'm guessing my veil counts as something new. So what's my something blue?"

"Us," Tink replied as she and Mary Margaret posed to show off their dresses. Regina laughed, nodding.

Tink then motioned to the veil laid out on Regina's bed behind them. "Actually, I used some blue in that so it's also your something blue," she said.

"So I'm all set?" Regina asked, ticking everything off in her mind.

"Yes," Mary Margaret replied. "You're going down the aisle with everything to ensure you and Robin have a long and successful marriage…from both a superstitious perspective and a practical one."

Regina nodded, feeling very confident about her future with Robin. She finally had found the person she was going to raise a family and grow old with at last. And she couldn't wait to tell the world that.

"Wait, are you the groom?" she heard the photographer ask someone. "Because if you are, I'm pretty sure you can't go in there."

"I am not the groom," Archie assured her. "I'm a friend of the bride's and in the bridal party."

Mary Margaret hurried to the door and looked out it, nodding. "He's okay to come in. But thank you."

Archie walked into the room, dressed in his tuxedo and blue cummerbund. His red hair was brushed and styled neatly in a way Regina had never seen before and decided she liked on her old friend. She stood as he approached her, his blue eyes shining behind his glasses. Holding out her arms, she asked: "Well?"

"You look beautiful," he said, hugging her. She leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes for a few moments as he continued. "I remember when you used to make me play pretend weddings and we would marry every one of your dolls."

She laughed, stilling holding onto him. "Oh my goodness, I hadn't thought about that in years! I was lucky you continued to be my friend after all of that."

"I had fun," he insisted, pulling away from her and taking her hands in his. "Besides, how many times did I make you play firefighter?"

"Oh, god!" she replied, almost raising her hand to her mouth when she thought better of it. "I'd forgotten about when you wanted to be a firefighter! You even had your birthday at the firehouse!"

She giggled as Tink tilted her head, studying Archie. "Wait, is that why you adopted a dalmatian?"

He nodded. "It is. I realized I was not meant to be a firefighter. But when I saw Pongo in the shelter, I thought it was fate that he was a dalmatian. It was some connection to my childhood dream."

"I think you ended up in the career best for you," Regina said, squeezing his arm. "And I don't say that just because I'm one of your patients and you've talked me through many, many things. I say that as your friend who is very, very proud of you."

Archie took her hands into his and gave her a soft smile. "Well, let me say as your friend, that I am also very, very proud of you and very, very, very happy for you. Your heart has been battered more than a heart should be and I know it's in good hands with Robin."

She nodded, sniffling as she tried not to cry. "I know. And I'm so glad to have you here by my side."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," he said, hugging her again. She melted a bit into her friend's embrace, considering herself one of the luckiest women on the face of the planet.

"Oh, god, I think I'm going to start crying," Mary Margaret said. "And then we're going to be in trouble."

Everyone laughed as Regina pulled away. She smoothed down her dress before looking at her friends and saying: "Alright. Let's go have a wedding!"

They all cheered and Tink handed Regina her bouquet of red roses. After posing for a few more pictures, Mary Margaret and Archie helped Regina down the stairs and to the waiting limo. With the photographer snapping pictures, Regina and her wedding party climbed into the limo and headed off to the church.

It was time to get married.

Again.

---

"I've heard from Mary Margaret," David said, entering the little room where Robin and his groomsmen were waiting for the wedding. "They are on their way."

Robin's stomach fluttered and he grinned. "It's almost time."

John nodded as he squeezed Robin's shoulder. He leaned forward as he whispered: "I know the answer but I offered this before your wedding to Marian and I offer it to you now. If you have any doubts about going through with this, I will help you get out of this church and hide you until the storm dies down."

"Thank you but my answer is the same as it was before I married Marian," Robin told his friend. "I have no doubts about spending the rest of my life with Regina and our children."

"Didn't think so," John replied, grinning. "But just had to offer."

Robin chuckled. "I appreciate it."

The door opened and Tuck, the local reverend, stuck his head in. "Alright, I think it's time for the groom and best man to go wait at the altar. The bride will be here momentarily."

"Thank you," Robin said, standing as he straightened out his jacket. "How do I look?"

"You look very handsome," David assured him, grinning. He clapped Robin's shoulder. "I'll watch the boys and we'll all see you at the altar with your beautiful bride."

Joy filled Robin as he thought of seeing Regina again. But first, he crouched and opened his arms as he addressed his son. "Care to give me a hug for good luck?" he asked.

Roland and Henry rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly. He kissed both their heads, feeling like the luckiest man on earth. After whispering that he loved them, Robin let them go and stood again. Nodding to John, he said: "Let's go."

They left the room and walked up the aisle. Robin nodded at some of his guests as he passed by them but they were all just a blur. His mind was focused on the moment when he would see Regina coming down the aisle toward him and they would profess their love before everyone gathered.

He reached the altar and stood with his back to the aisle. John patted his back. "Showtime," he said.

"Yep," Robin said, butterflies swarming in his stomach. "This part has to be the worst."

"This part?" John asked, sounding surprised. "Why?"

Robin took a deep breath before answering. "The anticipation. I'm excited to see her but it's also enough for doubts to creep into my mind. Will she come down the aisle? Or has she changed her mind?"

"I doubt Regina is changing her mind," John assured him. "I've seen how she looks at you and she's coming down that aisle no matter what."

"Yeah," Robin agreed, thinking of his wife's smile and the love in her eyes. "I know she is. But there's still part of me that assumes the worst."

John nodded as the music started. "Well, the moment is almost past. Regina will be coming down the aisle very soon."

"Do you think it's safe to look?" Robin asked.

"I'll check," John replied, looking back over his shoulder. He then turned back to Robin, nodding. "It's safe."

Robin let out the breath he had been holding before turning to look down the aisle. The doors opened and Tink walked down the aisle, clutching a bouquet of white roses as her blue skirt billowed with every step she took. She caught Robin's eye and winked, assuring him that all was well.

As she took her place on one side of the altar, David came down next. He grinned at Robin and gave him a thumb's up before taking his own place beside John. Robin took a deep breath, knowing that his first glimpse of Regina in her wedding dress was only moments away.

Mary Margaret then walked down the aisle, beaming as she fought back tears. Robin tried to look away, not wanting to cry just yet. He leaned back to ask John about tissues. John pulled a pack from his pocket and showed it to him. "Got you covered. I learned after your last wedding," he said.

"I wasn't that bad when I married Marian," Robin said. "Just some tears when she came down the aisle."

John let out a bark of laughter. "Please. You were Niagara Falls."

"You're exaggerating," he replied before standing up straighter. Poppy walked down the aisle in her white dress with little blue flowers embroidered on the skirt. She dropped red rose petals down the white runner as she approached the altar, drawing awws from the guest. Robin smiled at her as she got closer and she ran up, hugging him before going to sit with her father.

Henry and Roland walked down the aisle side-by-side in their matching tuxedoes. They walked to a few rows before the altar and stopped, turning to look at the doors. Robin took a deep breath as the organist changed to The Bridal March and the doors opened again to reveal Regina on Archie's arm.

And took Robin's breath away.

Regina's dress sparkled in the sunlight streaming in through the stained-glass windows around the church. Her skirt moved with her every step and she floated down the aisle with lace gently covering her face and resting on her bare shoulders. She clutched a bouquet of red roses in her hand and even through her veil, he knew she was smiling as she approached him.

Watching her, Robin's heart swelled with love. Joy flooded him as tears pricked his eyes. He blinked them away, not wanting to miss any part of this beautiful moment due to blurred vision. Regina absolutely glowed both from happiness and her pregnancy, looking like a summer queen in her dress. He must've done something really good for Santa to gift him the opportunity to spend the rest of his life loving and being loved by such an amazing woman.

She and Archie stopped when they reached where Henry and Roland were waiting. Regina slid her hand from Archie's arm and he raised her veil for her, kissing her cheek once it was in place. Henry then took one of her arms while Roland took the other as the two finished escorting her down the aisle to Robin.

John tapped his arm and held out a tissue. "You're crying," he whispered.

"Thank you," he said, quickly wiping his eyes before handing it back to his best man. He stepped down, ready to greet his bride and their children.

Regina stopped in front of the altar, beaming at him. She then crouched to kiss Henry's cheek and then Roland's. "Thank you, boys," she told them.

"Good job," Robin added, pulling both in for a hug. He released them and they went to stand next to their Uncle David, ready to watch their parents get married.

"Milady," Robin said, taking Regina's hand. "Are you ready?"

She nodded. "Oh, yeah. Let's do this."

He laughed as he helped her up the steps to the altar. Mary Margaret stepped forward to take the bouquet from Regina, who then smoothed her skirt before taking Robin's hand again. Tuck smiled at them before opening his book. "Friends, we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Regina and Robin…"

Tuck continued to read the opening part of the marriage ceremony. One day, Robin would probably listen to it. However, just like his first wedding, he was focused on his bride instead. He admired each curl and the way her brown eyes sparkled in the sun as it streamed in through the windows behind the altar. She looked so beautiful and he doubted he could love her even more.

But he was eager to be proven wrong.

"Please have a seat," Tuck said, motioning for everyone to sit. "And I'm going to invite the bride's best friend Archie to do a reading."

Robin watched as Regina tucked her skirt under her as she sat down before sitting down himself. Archie read something from the Bible and Robin dimly recognized it but he still wasn't paying attention. His focus was on how his fingers were interlocked with Regina's, how their hands fit together.

Just as if they were made for each other.

"We will next have a reading from Robin's friend and best man, John," Tuck announced. John stood and clapped Robin on the shoulder before stepping up to the lectern to read the famous letter from Saint Paul to Corinthians.

Love is patient, love is kind.

Love never fails.

John returned to his seat as Tuck invited everyone to stand, reading something himself before giving a sermon about marriage. He told Robin and Regina to hold onto each other and to rely on each other. Robin caught Regina's eye and she smiled, squeezing his hand. It was them against the world.

The world didn't stand a chance.

"And now for the part you've all been waiting for," Tuck announced. "It's time to exchange vows. I'm going to as Robin and Regina as well as the matron of honor and best man to stand."

Robin stood and helped Regina up as Tuck came to stand in front of them. He smiled as he opened his book again. "Robin and Regina, is it your intention to enter into matrimony?"

"It is," they said together.

"Good," Tuck replied. "If anyone here has any reason why these two should not be joined in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

Robin held his breath, certain no one would object. David had assured him that Leopold had taken Cora out of town for the weekend so it was unlikely Regina's mother would crash their wedding. However, they had agreed to let Zelena come see Poppy be their flower girl. While it had been on the condition that she not make a scene, he also knew she was her mother's puppet and could object in her mother's stead.

Thankfully, silence dominated the church and Tuck nodded. "Then we shall continue. Robin and Regina, please face each other and take each other's hands."

Regina turned toward Robin and he took his other hand in his. She gave him a soft smile and he returned it, ready to profess his vows once more – but this time in front of all their friends and family.

"Regina, you will go first," Tuck told her. "Just repeat after me. I, Regina…"

"I, Regina, take you, Robin, to be my husband," she said, her voice strong and even as she repeated after Tuck. "I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer all the days of my life."

Swallowing past a lump in his throat, prepared for his own vows. "I, Robin, take you, Regina, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer all the days of my life."

"Robin and Regina have made their vows to each other," Tuck continued. "As a physical representation of these vows, they will now exchange rings. May I please have them?"

John stepped forward, placing the rings in Tuck's palm. The minister thanked him before holding his hand to Regina. "You're first again."

"Alright," she replied, picking up Robin's ring. She placed it on Robin's finger, sliding it to the knuckle as she repeated what Tuck said. "Robin, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity now and forever."

Robin slid the ring the rest of the way before taking Regina's, placing it on her finger. He then repeated the same words. "Regina, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity now and forever."

"With the exchanging of the rings, your vows are complete. What God has joined, man must not divide," Tuck said. "By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife."

Excitement coursed through Robin and he felt like his body was vibrating as he waited for those fateful words. Tuck seemed to be drawing out the moment before declaring: "Robin, you may kiss your bride."

"Finally," Regina said, drawing laughter from those who could hear her.

Robin laughed as well, pulling Regina toward him. He wrapped his arm around her and grinned. "I've been wanting to do this for hours."

He kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Robin dipped her as applause rang out through the church. Someone let out a loud whistle though he wasn't sure who exactly it was.

At that moment, he didn't really care.

Keeping in mind that they were in a church, he righted his wife and broke the kiss. They held onto each other as they smiled, happiness radiating from Regina's eyes. He hoped his did the same.

Tuck recited a few more blessings before closing his book. "At this time, I would like to ask Roland and Henry to join their parents."

Robin raised an eyebrow, not recalling this part of the rehearsal. Henry stood next to his mother and Roland came to stand next to him, looking as confused as Robin felt. Wrapping his arm around his son, he held him close as Regina did the same with Henry. They waited to see what would happen next.

"I know I'm going off script here, but I am not just joining two people in matrimony but I'm uniting two families," Tuck said. "So I feel it's only right to have the entire family together for this part."

He cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to be the first to present the Locksley-Mills family."

Everyone stood as they cheered for the family. Robin hugged Roland and Regina closer to him, reaching around his wife to cup his stepson's head. They had been a family for months now but that didn't make this moment any less special. It all felt official now.

The organist started up the wedding march and Robin realized the ceremony was over. Regina took her bouquet back from Mary Margaret before he led her down the aisle with their sons in tow. Their wedding party followed behind them as they walked to the back of the church, their guests still clapping and cheering for them.

Robin raised their hands and kissed their laced fingers. "You're really stuck with me for eternity now," he told her.

"I know," she replied. "But you're stuck with me."

"I think I can live with that," he said, knowing he was grinning like a madman. But he would not contain his happiness and joy this day.

Henry hugged him as Roland hugged Regina. Looking up at Robin, Henry grinned as he said: "Are we officially official as a family now?"

Laughing, Robin nodded. He cupped the back of Henry's head as he said: "We absolutely are."

"Good," Roland said as Regina ran her fingers through his hair. "I love our family."

She bent down and kissed the top of his head. "I do too."

Tuck motioned to the doors. "Do you want to receive your guests outside or in here?"

"Your call, milady," Robin told Regina. "I'm fine either way."

"It's beautiful outside. Let's do it there," she said, still holding onto Roland. "We can all enjoy the warmth and get some fresh air."

Robin grinned. "I can never say no to those two things."

"Then let me open the doors and you can line up outside," Tuck replied, opening the doors. A warm breeze blew past them as they stepped outside and Tuck positioned them to one side so people could file past them.

He nodded. "Alright, I'll go let everyone know they can find you out here."

"What are we doing?" Roland asked, looking up at them confused. "Why are we standing like this?"

Robin placed his hands on his son's shoulders. "Our guests will walk past us now and congratulate us as well as wish us luck and happiness as we become an official family," he said.

"Oh," Roland said, leaning against him. "Okay."

Looking up, Robin met Regina's eyes as she held Henry close to her. She winked at him before turning to greet the first guests as they left the church. It was Mr. French and Judge Midas, the men who oversaw her father's estate. Both hugged her before shaking Robin's hand. "Take good care of her, lad," Mr. French said.

"I will," Robin replied.

"Good," Judge Midas said, shaking Robin's hand next. "We know she and Henry are in good hands. Her father would've been so happy."

A lump formed in Robin's throat, knowing how important the first Henry Mills had been to Regina. "Thank you. That means a lot," he said.

"You're welcome," Judge Midas replied. "Now, we'll move on so we don't hold up the line."

He and Moe French moved on as Hades was the next one to step up, hugging Regina. "Congratulations. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you," she said. "I'm so glad you're here to support us."

Robin nodded as he shook Hades' hand. "I agree."

"You're welcome," he replied. "And welcome to the family."

"Congratulations, Aunt Regina," Poppy said, hugging her. "You're the prettiest bride ever!"

Regina chuckled, hugging her back. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're the prettiest flower girl ever."

Poppy giggled, looking up at Robin. "Am I, Uncle Robin?"

"You are," he agreed, hugging the girl now. "I hope you save me a dance at the reception."

"I will," she promised, taking her father's hand as he led her down the stairs so others could greet the couple.

Granny embraced Regina. "Congratulations. It's about time you finally got some happiness in your life."

"Thank you, Granny," Regina said, hugging her tightly. "And thank you for all your support over the years."

"You're welcome, dear," Granny replied, holding her close. "And I'll continue to support you until I am no longer here."

She released Regina and turned to Robin, motioning for him to come hug her. "Now you."

"Yes, Granny," he said, hugging her. "Thank you for being here."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she replied. "You keep loving her and supporting her, got it?"

He nodded. "I will."

"Good." She released him and let Ruby hug him before they went to join the growing number of guests mingling at the bottom of the church's steps.

Other guests filed past them and Robin barely recognized them as he shook hand after hand, accepting all their best wishes. Pain spread throughout his cheeks and chin as he continued to smile, wishing he could take a break for a few moments so his face muscles could relax. It was in that moment that he believed it took more muscles to smile rather than frown and not the other way around as everyone kept saying.

He was about to turn away to massage his cheeks for a moment when a familiar blonde approached him. Robin leaned toward Regina and whispered: "That's Anastasia Scarlet. She's my solicitor in London and that's her husband Will. He's a mate of mine."

"Thank you," Regina whispered, reaching out to shake Anastasia's hand. "And thank you for coming all the way to Maine for our wedding!"

Anastasia beamed. "We wouldn't have missed Robin's wedding for the world. And it's so nice to meet you, Regina."

"It's nice to meet you too," Regina said. "Robin always speaks so highly of you."

"We have a very good working relationship," Anastasia agreed, grinning.

Robin nodded. "That's because I pretty much do what she says."

"That's true," Ana said, laughing. "Easiest client ever."

"Well, we should talk more soon," Regina said, watching Robin hugged Ana. "I'd love to hear more."

Will chuckled, taking his wife's arm. "Oh, we have plenty of stories to tell."

Robin pretended to glare at them. "I'm pretty sure attorney-client privilege is a thing."

"Maybe between my wife and you," Will said, winking. "But not between you and me."

He walked off as Robin groaned, knowing Will had some embarrassing stories to share. Regina raised an eyebrow. "I'm now even more intrigued. We are definitely having them over for dinner at least once."

"Oh great," he groaned good-naturedly. She just patted his arm before turning back to their guests.

Soon the stream from the church slowed to a trickle before Tuck came out, shaking his head. "That should be everyone," he said. "Do you want some pictures before you head out for your reception?"

"We would," Regina said, turning to Mary Margaret. "Can you get the photographer for us, please?"

"She's already set up inside," Tuck assured her. "You just have to head in."

Mary Margaret, though, moved toward the stairs. "I'll go get Poppy. You'll need your flower girl, right?"

"Right," Regina confirmed, grinning. "We can't forget her."

She then took Robin's hand, lacing her fingers with his. "Shall we?"

"One second," he said, an overwhelming desire washing over him. "There's something I want to do first."

He pulled her against him and kissed his wife yet again. She smiled against his lips before kissing him back, wrapping her other arm around his neck. The roses in her bouquet tickled his ear but he didn't care. It was a perfect moment and even if their photographer wasn't capturing it, several of their family and friends no doubt were.

Regina broke the kiss and gently kissed the tip of his nose. "Sap."

"Your sap," he reminded her, holding up his hand so she could see his wedding ring.

"My sap," she agreed, smiling fondly. She tugged his other hand again. "Come on. There's still plenty of celebrating to do."

He grinned, nodding as she led him into the church. "Yes, dear."

It was almost time to party the night away.

---

"Okay, I'm just going to take a few more pictures with the bride and groom," the photographer said. "The rest of you are free to go enjoy the cocktail hour."

"Can you take care of the boys?" Robin asked Tink and Mary Margaret. They nodded, taking Henry and Roland with them as they headed up to the catering hall for the cocktail hour.

He then took Regina's hand before turning to the photographer. "Where do you want us?"

"Follow me," she said, picking up her equipment and walking toward the lake in the middle of the park. Regina tightened her hold on Robin's hand as she picked up her dress, hoping it didn't get dirty while they were taking the last few pictures.

Robin helped her down the slight decline until they got to the lake. The photographer finished setting up her equipment and motioned for them to stand by the water. "The sun is perfect for some amazing shots here."

"How do you want us to pose?" Regina asked, hoping they didn't get too close to the water. The last thing she needed was to fall in the lake.

"Robin, why don't you put your arm around Regina's waist? And Regina, you can lean against him?" the photographer suggested.

They did as she suggested and Regina placed her hand on Robin's chest. She looked up at her husband and smiled, her stomach fluttering in a way she knew she couldn't credit to the baby. It was the love she felt for Robin.

She was the luckiest woman in the world.

"Perfect," the photographer said as Regina heard her shutter go off several times. "Hold that pose a bit longer."

"No problem," Robin said, smiling softly as he gazed lovingly at her.

The photographer snapped a few more pictures before saying: "Okay, let's try something else. How do you feel about lying down?"

"No," Regina said, looking at the grass.

"We do still have a party to go do," Robin reminded her. "We don't want to show up with grass stains."

The photographer nodded. "Okay. Why don't we just walk around and I'll snap some candid moments?"

"We can do that," Regina said, picking up her skirt as she looked at Robin. "Coming?"

He nodded, grinning. "Yes, dear."

"Music to my ears," she teased him as he placed his hand on her back. They moved down the path, looking for spots to pause for some good pictures.

"You know, I think we're almost at the spot where we shared our first kiss," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist now.

Regina looked around, frowning. Everything looked so different in the summer than in the winter. "You do?"

He nodded, motioning to the lake. "The ice skating rink is around here. So we shared that kiss just about here, except on the lake."

"Wow," she replied, impressed. "I was a bit too distracted with your possible concussion to realize."

"Of course," he said, nodding. "But it was around here. I'm certain of it."

She grinned, leaning closer to him. "Then maybe we should commemorate it appropriately?"

"Happy to," he replied, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to hers. She held onto his suit jacket, eagerly kissing him back as she recalled their first kiss in the middle of the ice skating rink as the town cheered around them.

It had been perfect.

Clicking reminded Regina that they were not alone and they broke the kiss, turning to the photographer. She checked her camera screen, smiling. "Great shots, you two. Let's get a few more and then you can head up for cocktail hour."

"Sounds good," Robin said, taking Regina's hand again. "Lead the way, milady."

They wandered around until they found another good spot for a few more poses. Once the photographer was done, she lowered the camera and nodded. "I'll see you at the reception," she told them.

"Yes, you will," Regina agreed. "Thank you."

Robin led her back up to the catering hall, his fingers laced with hers. "Are you hungry?" he asked her.

"Yes," she replied. "And thirsty."

He nodded. "Then we'll get you some food and something to drink."

"That sounds great," she said. "I heard many brides and grooms don't really get a chance to eat."

"Well, that's not going to happen with you. No matter what, you are definitely going to eat," he said, pausing while they were still far enough way from the building to ensure they were out of sight. He pressed his hand to her stomach, smiling softly.

She nodded, covering his hand. "We did switch out the champagne, right?"

"Yes," he said. "I can confirm that we will be drinking sparkling grape juice rather than champagne."

"That makes me feel better," she replied, hugging him. "Thank you."

He kissed the side of her head. "I'm doing my best to take care of both of you."

"You are," she assured him. "Baby and I are in very good hands."

"Speaking of Baby, when do you want to tell our family and friends about them?" he asked, tilting his head.

She bit her lip, knowing that was a question she had been debating since reaching their twelve-week scan. Regina glanced at the catering hall before deciding against announcing it that night. "Let's wait until after the honeymoon," she said.

He nodded. "Alright then."

"We can also find out the gender then as well," she replied. She poked him in the chest. "Remember, nothing crazy."

"Nothing crazy," he repeated, holding up his right hand. "I promise."

She lowered her finger, assured that Robin would respect her wishes. "Good."

He leaned forward, kissing her forehead again. "Come on. Let's go see if we can swipe some food from the cocktail hour before the main reception."

"Sounds good," she said, lacing her fingers with his. They started up the hill and Regina glanced at him, her heart fluttering as the sun created an ethereal glow around him. She still couldn't believe that he was her husband and she considered herself so very, very lucky.

And hopefully, they would continue to be very, very lucky for a very, very long time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present Robin and Regina Wakefield Locksley Mills!" Alan declared, his voice booming throughout the garden.

Regina glanced at Robin. "We have a really long name."

He nodded. "I know. But what are you going to do?"

"Nothing, I guess," she said, taking his hand. "Except run out and accept it."

"Robin and Regina Wakefield Locksley Mills," Alan said. "Paging the bride and groom. You are wanted on the dance floor."

Laughing, Robin took Regina's hand as they ran out onto the dance floor. Their guests cheered around them and they were greeted by their sons, who hugged them as they reached the middle of the dance floor. John shook his head. "Pushing it there," he said. "We thought you two decided to start the honeymoon early."

"We considered it," Robin replied. "But we really want cake more."

"We spent a lot of time picking it out," Regina added, playing along with him. "I think it's only fair we get to eat it."

Everyone laughed as Alan said: "We'll get to the cake in good time. Now, though, it's time for your first dance."

"Ahh," Robin replied, smiling at Regina. "I've been looking forward to this as well."

She chuckled, leaning against him as excitement coursed through her. "Me too."

He led her to the middle of the dance floor as Alan announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Wakefield Locksley Mills will now share their first dance to Only You."

"Your choice – foxtrot or just regular dancing?" Robin asked her, gently swinging her to face him.

"As tempting as the foxtrot is, I think I'll just stick to the regular dancing," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "If you don't mind?"

He shook his head, placing his hand on her waist. "I was hoping you would choose that. My foxtrot is a bit rusty."

"Maybe we should both brush up on it," she said, swaying with him as the song played. "I wouldn't mind dancing a few ballroom dances with you for fun. Besides, you never know when Lord Locksley might get invited to a ball or even the royal palace."

"I highly doubt the Queen is going to be inviting a minor nobleman with no real title who runs a sports shop in Maine to the palace," he said, chuckling.

She shrugged. "I once said the same about marrying you and here we are. So never say never."

He chuckled, nodding. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Maybe we should have our own fundraiser dinner to rival my mother's," she said, grinning. "Without any of the stupid rules. People can come and have a good time and raise money for worthy charities."

"That sounds like a great idea," he said, thinking of something more lowkey in the summer. "We can have some dancing but it doesn't have to be too formal. Maybe we can have it outside. Dancing under the stars like we're doing now."

She glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "There are no stars yet. The sun is just starting to set."

"Fine," he replied, pretending to be annoyed. "Like we're going to do."

"I think that sounds great," she said. "Maybe next year. We'll see what happens once Baby Locksley Mills shows up."

He nodded. "We have plenty of time to plan it."

The song came to an end as he dipped her, drawing applause from the audience. She chuckled. "Show off."

"Maybe," he replied, grinning as he righted her. "But you love it."

She chuckled, nodding. "I do."

"Alright," Alan said, interrupting their conversation. "We're going to keep the special dances going. We're going to do something different for the parents' dance. At this time, I'm going to invite Henry and Roland up to the dance floor."

The boys bounded onto the dance floor and Regina took both their hands. "Boys, may your father and I have this dance?" she asked them.

"Yes," Henry said as Roland nodded. They reached out and Robin took their hands as well as they danced together in the middle of the dance floor, drawing a bunch of awws from their guests as they watched.

As the song progressed, they ended up in a family hug in the middle of the dance floor with the boys almost smushed between them. Robin never wanted the moment to end, just standing there with his family in his arms and the four of them happier than they had been in a long time. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Regina's as he closed his eyes. "This is perfect," he whispered.

"Agreed," she replied and he felt her tighten her hold on their boys. "I never want to let go."

"But then we won't be able to have cake," Roland said, looking up at her with a sly grin.

Robin grinned at Regina. "He does have a point."

She chuckled. "We did agree that we wanted to eat some of that cake."

"We did," she replied. "Okay, we eat the cake and then I hold all of you and never let you go again. Deal?"

"Deal," they all said, laughing as the song ended. Regina and Robin kissed their boys before they all stepped back.

Everyone clapped before Alan took the microphone again. "Well, after that, we're going to serve the main course. So please have a seat and enjoy the meal."

"Do you think that includes us?" Regina asked, taking Robin's hand as she looked up hopefully at him.

He nodded, certain that at least she would eat. "Come on. Let's go enjoy the meal we picked out."

"Are we having the same thing as you?" Henry asked, taking Robin's other hand while Roland took Regina's.

"No," Robin said, thinking of the children's menu they had put together. "You and Roland are going to have some chicken nuggets with string beans and macaroni and cheese."

Henry's eyes went wide. "Really?"

Chuckling, Robin nodded. "Really. We figured you two would prefer that to what we're having."

"What are you having?" Roland asked.

"Salmon," Robin replied. "With some grilled vegetables and potato au gratin."

Roland wrinkled his nose. "I think I prefer the chicken nuggets."

Henry nodded. "Me too."

"And that shows you how well your mother and I know you two," he told them. "We knew what you would want to eat."

They arrived at a small table at the front of the room. Robin and Regina decided their wedding dais would just be them and their sons while their wedding party sat at another table close by. It felt right for this moment to just be their family as they sat down for dinner – two plates of salmon mixed with two plates of chicken nuggets.

Robin helped the boys into their chairs before pulling one back for Regina. He held out his hand to her. "Milady?"

"Thank you," she said, taking his hand and letting him help her sit down. He then pushed in her chair and kissed her cheek before taking his own chair.

A server appeared at the table as soon as he sat down. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.

"Four seltzers?" Robin asked Regina.

"You can have a beer if you want," she told him. "You're allowed to drink at your own wedding."

He chuckled. "I know. I can drink later. For now, I think some seltzer will be fine."

She nodded. "Well, I'll have seltzer. If you three want soda…"

"Soda?" Both boys looked up, gaping at her. Henry asked: "Really?"

"It's a special occasion," she told them. "So, yes, you can have a glass of soda with your dinner."

Robin nodded. "Do you want one?"

"Yes!" Both boys bounced in their seat until one look from Regina stilled them. She then raised an eyebrow, causing both to say: "Please."

Chuckling, Robin turned to the very patient server. "Sorry. We'll take three regular Cokes and a seltzer for the bride, please."

"Actually, I think I'll take same iced tea," Regina said, surprising Robin. She looked up at the server. "You have some, right?"

The server nodded. "We do. Sweet or unsweetened?"

"I'm going to be a little naughty today and say sweet tea, please," she replied, her eyes sparkling as she crinkled her nose a bit. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the server said. "You four enjoy your dinner and I'll be right back with your drinks."

Robin chuckled before leaning closer to his sons. "Do you two need any help cutting up anything?"

They shook their heads, picking up the chicken nuggets easily and dunking them into the little cups of ketchup provided. Regina frowned before holding up her hands. "Wait. Don't eat them just yet," she said.

"Why?" Henry asked, frowning.

Robin realized why as he saw the ketchup drip off the nugget onto Roland's plate. He glanced over at his son's white shirt and knew that it was likely going to end up with red stains if they didn't do something to mitigate that possibility. Both he and Regina stood, grabbing the napkins next to their boys. "We need to tuck your napkin into your shirt," he said.

"Like in the cartoons?" Roland asked as Robin tucked the napkin there.

"Yes," he replied. "You don't want to get anything on your new suit, right?"

Roland shook his head. "Thank you, Papa."

"You're welcome," he said, straightening up and looking over at Henry. His napkin was also tucked into his shirt and Robin met Regina's eyes. "Good?"

She nodded. "Good."

They settled back into their seats and turned back to their salmon. Robin took a bite and savored the flavors, leaning back. "This is delicious," he said.

"It is," she agreed, taking another bite. "I might want seconds."

"Have as much as you want," he replied. "I don't think anyone will judge. Not on our wedding day."

Regina chuckled as the server returned with their drinks. "I hope so."

"Here we go," the server said, handing her a glass of tea. "One sweet tea and three sodas. I hope you enjoy."

He placed one glass in front of Robin before setting down two smaller plastic cups in front of Roland and Henry. Producing two silly straws, he placed them in the cups with a smile. "A gift from the kitchens," he said.

"Cool," they said. Henry looked up at the server. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the server said. "Enjoy."

He walked away as the boys both took sips of their soda, watching the dark liquid go around the three loops in the straw before reaching their mouths. They released the straws, giggling as they swallowed their beverages. "Looks like you two are having fun," Regina said fondly.

"We are," Henry said, nodding.

"Are all weddings this much fun?" Roland asked, dipping another nugget into the ketchup and taking a bite of it.

Robin chuckled. "Depends. For children? Probably not. But Mom and I couldn't imagine celebrating without you so we made sure you two would have fun tonight."

"Like what?" Henry asked, intrigued. "Are we going to play games?"

"We may," Regina said. "Alan has promised to have some fun thing for children to do as well."

Both boys gasped as their eyes lit up. "Like what?" Roland asked.

Robin shrugged. "We don't know. We're going to be just as surprised as you two," he said.

"But only if you finish your dinner," Regina said, still in mom mode. "Got it?"

They nodded, turning back to their plates. She then turned to Robin and gave him a pointed look. "You too."

He turned back to his plate. "Yes, dear."

She just rolled her eyes but ate her own food with a smile. Under the table, Robin nudged her foot with his and grinned at her. He knew he was the luckiest man on the face of the earth and was glad to have this day to celebrate having such an amazing woman in his life.

It was perfect.

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"I think it's time for Henry and Roland to go home," Tink said, coming up to them later that night. "They look ready to keel over."

Regina turned to the table where Tink was pointing. Her sons sat there, holding each other up as their eyes glazed over. It had been a long day for all of them and she knew it was time for them to go to bed.

"Let's go say goodnight and then Granny said she would take them to Mary Margaret and David's until they were ready to head home," Robin said. "I think she's relieving their babysitter."

"That sounds good," she replied, knowing that it clear that the boys would just go straight to bed. Granny was more than capable of doing that and then would just sit there for another hour or so before the Nolans got home.

Taking Robin's hand, they approached their sons. Robin smiled. "You two ready to go to bed?"

Henry nodded as Roland rubbed his eyes. "Bed sounds really, really good right now," Roland agreed.

"Granny is going to take you to Uncle David's and Aunt Mary Margaret's," Regina told them, releasing Robin's hand to hold both of hers out to their sons. "You two be good for her and then for your uncle and aunt, okay?"

"Okay," they said, taking her hands and letting her help them up.

She pulled them in for a hug, kissing each of their heads. "I love you and I'll see you soon."

Robin then stepped forward and they hugged him. He told them he loved them as well and wished them all a goodnight. "Pleasant dreams, my boys, and we'll see you tomorrow before we head off on our honeymoon," he said.

"Goodnight," Roland mumbled as Henry just nodded this time. They were fading faster and faster.

"Oh boy, these two look ready to fall asleep standing up," Granny said, smiling softly. She leaned down to address the boys. "Do you two think you can make it the car?"

They nodded and she chuckled. "Alright, then. Let me quickly say goodnight to your parents and then we can go."

She straightened up and hugged Regina. "Congratulations again. I hope you and Robin have a long and happy marriage. You both deserve it."

"Thank you," Regina said, hugging Granny back. "We both appreciate all the support and love you've given us."

"I agree," Robin replied, hugging Granny next. "You'll always be family."

She released them before taking Henry and Roland by the hands. "Come on, you two. Let's get you to bed."

"Bye," the boys said, waving as they followed Granny out of the room.

Robin then turned to Regina, taking her hand. "How are you feeling? Getting ready to head out too?"

"Not just yet," she said, though she was starting to feel her energy drain. But there was one thing she wanted to do before they left and she cupped his face with her hands. "Dance with me one more time?"

He nodded, stepping away from her. "Give me one second. I think I know the perfect song," he said.

"Okay," she replied. "Meet me on the dance floor."

Robin gave her a thumb's up as he walked toward the DJ booth. She lifted her skirts as she walked toward the center of the dance floor, passing by a few guests who were heading out for the night. They congratulated her again and she thanked them for coming before they all continued on their way.

Hades then approached her, a sleepy Poppy in his arms. "We've come to say goodnight. It's way past someone's bedtime," he said.

"Oh, I know," she replied. "I just sent her cousins off to bed as well."

Regina then leaned closer to her niece. "Good night, sweetheart. Thank you for being the best flower girl ever," she said.

"Thank you, Aunt Regina," Poppy said. "You're the best bride ever."

"Yes, she is," Robin agreed, wrapping his arm around Regina's waist. "And I hope our flower girl has pleasant dreams tonight."

Poppy nodded. "I will, Uncle Robin."

"Good," he said, shaking Hades' hand. "Thanks for coming."

"You're welcome," Hades replied. "I'm glad we were able to celebrate with you two. And that Zelena didn't do anything to ruin it."

Regina nodded in agreement. She had seen her sister in the back of the church but Zelena had disappeared before she and Robin had left. While she wasn't sure where Zelena had gone, Regina was just glad she hadn't made a scene.

"Well, wouldn't have blamed you if she had," Robin assured Hades. "And who knows? Maybe she realized what she's missing and might be rethinking some things."

"I hope so," Hades said, glancing down at Poppy. "For her sake."

Regina's heart hurt as she thought of her niece, who needed a mother who would love her and put her first rather than kowtow to her own mother's whims and moods. She placed her hand on Hades' arm. "If you need anything, you can always call us."

"Thanks," Hades replied. "I appreciate that."

He walked away as Regina stepped back, leaning against Robin. She sighed as her husband kissed her head. "Thank you for saving me from my mother," she told him.

"You did most of the hard work," he said, leading her to the center of the dance floor. "I just helped you with the last step."

"It was a very big step," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "And I couldn't have done it without you."

He smiled as he raised his hand, giving some sort of signal. The music lowered as Alan spoke into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, as we wind down our celebrations, our groom has a special request. So this is dedicated to our bride, Regina. According to Robin, it'll always be only you."

The music started and Regina's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the first song they danced to after renewing their vows on New Year's. She took Robin's hand as he pulled her toward him, placing his other hand on her hip. "Our song," he said.

"Yes," she replied, leaning closer to him. "You remembered."

"Of course I did," he said, kissing her forehead. "I remember everything about that night. It was magical."

She nodded, remembering their vow exchange in front of Santa Claus as snow fell around the conservatory. "It was perfect."

"Agreed," he replied. "Best night of my life."

They swayed together in time to the song. Regina rested her head on his shoulder and he placed his cheek on her head. Closing her eyes, she sighed with contentment. As their reception drew to a close, this was the perfect way to end the night.

She couldn't wait to get home and climb into bed, hoping Robin didn't mind if all they did was sleep.

After all, in twenty-four hours they would be in the honeymoon suite in paradise. They would have almost an entire week to themselves to enjoy the more physical aspects of married life without worrying about the boys. So they could get their rest tonight.

Regina would be happy just sleeping in her husband's arms.

She had never slept better since Santa married them.

The song ended as Robin dipped her, drawing applause from their guests. She laughed as he righted her again, giving her a quick kiss. "Are you happy, my bride?" he asked.

"Very," she replied, amused. "And you, my groom?"

"I've never been happier," he replied, his smile so bright she doubted they would notice if the lights suddenly went out around them.

Mary Margaret approached them. "The limo is here to take you home. We're getting ready to farewell you."

"Thank you," Regina replied. She turned to Robin. "Ready to be pelted?"

He sighed. "Not really but I guess we have no choice."

"It's flower petals," Mary Margaret assured them. "Shouldn't hurt much."

"Well, that's not completely reassuring," Robin noted, tilting his head as Regina tried not to laugh.

Mary Margaret shrugged. "I can't guarantee that people won't be a little too enthusiastic when tossing the petals."

"I understand," he said, wincing. "Thanks for the warning."

"My advice is to go as fast as possible," she replied. "Might spare you some of it. Good luck."

She gave them a thumb's up before walking away as Alan announced it was time to farewell the bride and groom. Robin took Regina's hand, giving her a grin. "Here we go."

"You heard Mary Margaret," she replied as they walked toward the door. "Go fast."

Their remaining friends and family created two lines, making it look like they had to run the gauntlet to get to the town car waiting for them. Regina took a deep breath before lifting her skirt as she and Robin ran between them. Petals rained down on them and they seemed to avoid the worst of the pelting as they reached the town car. Before getting in, they turned around and gave everyone a wave as they all cheered.

And then they were in the car as it pulled away from the curb.

Regina let out a sigh of relief, resting her head on Robin's shoulders. "That wasn't too painful."

"True," he said, brushing some pink and red petals from his shoulder. "I think Mary Margaret's advice helped."

"It did," she agreed. She laced her fingers with his as she sighed. "And now we can go home and rest."

He kissed the top of her head. "Yes, we can."

She hummed, closing her eyes. "You know you're now stuck with me for the rest of your life, right?"

"I know," he replied. "And I look forward to it."

"Good. I look forward to being stuck with you for the rest of my life too," she told him, feeling giddy at the prospect.

The limo came to a stop and Regina opened her eyes as the driver lowered the partition, smiling at them. "Alright, lovebirds, you're home. Just sit tight and I'll come open the door."

She turned to Robin, tilting her head. "Are you going to carry me across the threshold again?"

"Of course," he said, scoffing at her doubt. "It's tradition."

"And one you've observed a few times now," she reminded him as the door opened. "I think we're good."

The driver helped them out of the limo before tipping his hat. "Have a good night and congratulations, you two."

"Thank you," Robin said, wrapping his arm around Regina's waist. "We hope you have a good night too."

As the driver walked back to the driver's seat, Robin escorted her up to their front door. He unlocked it before grinning at her. "Ready?"

She sighed. "Will it make you happy?"

"Very much," he replied.

"Then okay," she said, resigned to her fate and secretly relieved since her feet were starting to hurt. "You may carry me over the threshold."

His smile brightened as he opened the door before scooping her into his arms. Robin kissed her cheek. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Once they were inside the house, he set her down and locked the door. Robin then turned and leaned against it, grinning at her again. "Now what?"

"I have many ideas but the only one my body agrees with is sleep," she told him, feeling her eyelids grow heavy. "I think once I lie down, I will be out."

He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Do you want me to carry you to our bedroom?"

"That's a tempting offer," she admitted, leaning against him. "But I think I'll walk."

"Alright," he said, taking her hand. "Let's go."

They made it up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom. Regina collapsed onto their bed, groaning. "I think I could fall asleep just like this."

"Okay," he said. "But you're going to be mad at yourself when you get makeup on your pillows."

"Fuck," she replied, pushing herself up to look at his amused expression. "I hate it when you're right."

He chuckled before holding out his hand. "Let me help you get you ready. Then we can pass out together."

"Sounds like a plan," she replied, letting him help her to her feet. She turned around as he unzipped her dress, letting the gown slip off her body and to the floor so she could step out of it.

They both changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed. Robin turned out the lights as Regina curled against him. She sighed as she closed her eyes, her head spinning from how tired she was. "Goodnight, Robin," she said.

"Goodnight, Regina," he replied. "Sweet dreams."

Sleep continued to pull her down as she rested her head on his chest rather than her pillow. It certainly wasn't the way most brides expected to spend their wedding night but she had technically already had a wedding night – and it had been perfect. And so she didn't mind not having one that night.

They had a whole honeymoon for that.

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A/N: Robin and Regina have their "official" wedding ceremony! These two are really married now!

Next time, a furry friend appears on the scene.

And next week, a Halloween treat!

-Mac