The royal wedding is well underway, and there's a big surprise for Ariel...

Emma cringed, her face in her hands, realising the likelihood their screaming had been heard downstairs, and outside.

Regina jumped up off the bed, her face almost scarlet with embarrassment. Robin lay still, his jacket, shirt and tie a little crumpled, but still entirely naked from the waist down as he softened. Despite his state, he curled up into a foetal position, his body starting to shake as he erupted into laughter.

"It's not bloody funny, Robin!" Emma yelled at him. "Our kids are down there! What if they'd heard us as well?"

"Robin, stop laughing!" It was Regina's turn to yell. "Everybody's down there! We have to go and face them. Oh, hell, the dance! I can't. I can't possibly go down. Not after that! Hell Robin, will you stop laughing like a damn hyena? This is serious!"

The outlaw finally calmed. "Embarrassing certainly, but hardly serious?"

"Everybody we know has probably heard us screaming through orgasms! How the hell is that not serious?"

"Well…we've just got married, after all! We have children together, and everybody knows that means we probably have a love life. We've merely confirmed it. As for the children, is it so bad them finding out their parents are in love and have a healthy sex drive? As I said, embarrassing, but nothing to worry about, surely?"

"It's alright for you!" countered Emma. "Your yelling got buried in Gina's cooch! God, Henry's down there! How can I even look him in the face? My parents..."

"Okay, let's try to stay calm. I think I added another barrier as I came in. Hang on a minute…" he twirled his fingers, focusing on the door and trying to detect his own magic. "Yup…it seems to be in place. We're good."

"Well why didn't you say that in the first place? I was worried sick!"

Emma, having put on fresh underwear and straightened her dress, now dared to move closer to the window, dreading someone looking up at them.

"And if they didn't cheer us, what the hell was the noise outside then?"

~oOo~

The trio freshened up quickly, Robin dressing himself, before eventually walking together arm-in-arm-in-arm down the elegant staircase into the main bar area.

Seeing the new, larger royal family, a loud cheer and applause broke out once again. Regina, much calmer than a few minutes ago, beamed happily back at their guests. As they reached the bottom steps, Snow came forward, putting her hand on Emma's arm. "You okay, my love? Had a nice rest, all of you?" She had an odd expression on her face. Had she heard anything?

"What do you mean by that?" Emma instantly reacted, harsher than intended. Seeing the surprised look on her mother's face, the blonde instantly regretted it, realising she'd misinterpreted.

"Oh. Well…it's been a very stressful day…for all of you. I just assumed you had a lie down?"

"We did, thank you Snow," Robin distracted her. "I think nerves stopped any of us getting much sleep. What was all the screaming and cheering we heard a little while ago?"

"Oh, that was just Emma's brother, playing to the crowd as usual, and showing off with his magic! Neal did some tricks, when I went to the bathroom. I came back to find half the party guests outside floating in the air like those ruddy sheep he did it to, back at the farm! They were all screaming and laughing, but a few of the smaller children were frightened. I'm still annoyed David didn't do anything to stop him, except laugh! I tore a strip off the pair of them, after he finally put them all down. That boy just loves an audience…"

Regina chuckled at the thought. God, she loved little Neal. "His magic is surprising powerful, for someone his age. Make me wonder what you'd have been like, Emma, if you'd come into yours so early."

"Well I wouldn't have been…hang on, wait a minute. Mum, did you say people floating? Like outside the windows upstairs?"

"I guess. There were well over a hundred of them floating up there. Why?"

Emma prayed nobody had looked in their bedroom window half an hour ago. "Um…no reason, just wondering."

~oOo~

The wedding resumed with music, dancing and drinks until the early evening. Snow had hired a band? How did she know so many people? And the trio seemed to dance with everyone all afternoon and into the evening. Regina had stopped to pay particularly close attention when Elsa asked Emma to dance, knowing that the two blondes had once shared something.

The pair were chatting animatedly as they swirled around the dance floor. "That's a fantastic dress, Emma, you look great. Regina too. You know, she's never taken her eyes off you since we got up here? It must be love!" She chuckled into the Saviour's ear, as the taller woman twirled under her arm.

"Possibly, or more likely she's watching you! I told her we'd made out when you came here the first time, and she's quite territorial."

"You told her?" Elsa gasped in shock. "What - why would you even do that?"

Emma sniggered. "Don't worry. We had a truth thing going on, and she told me she'd done something similar to you and me, with Maleficent. You know, the other bridesmaid?"

"I do - that woman even made a blatant pass at me, and I'm happily married!" They turned to see Regina, now coming onto the dance floor, being led by Charming, the pair cackling with laughter about something he'd said, as they started to sway easily together., before he twirled her "You know, your dad's a really good dancer! I saw him dancing with Anna earlier. I think she knew him from years ago. They seem close."

"Yeah, I noticed that. Dad first taught Regina to dance in Camelot, and he's been teaching me too. I only know modern, not all this formal ballroom stuff!" Emma looked with pride at her father, before her eye caught Snow, dancing closely with Princess Anna, in some sort of waltz, in a little world of their own as they chatted. Remembering what she'd said in New York, and what she'd seen at her friend's wedding, she still wondered whether something more than just friendship had previously passed between her parents and Elsa's sister. "Your sister seems to know my mum, too."

As Regina and David waltzed closer to Emma and Elsa, the brunette called "Mrs. Locksley, fancy meeting you here?" to her in passing, a coy grin on her face. Emma smiled back, "and you too, Mrs. Locksley! Looking good!" However, something seemed to have instantly distracted Regina, making her stare hard across the room. Following her gaze, Emma saw what had piqued her interest. Robin, on the other side of the dance floor, was currently twirling Maleficent, both laughing as he coiled her, pulling her into his chest as a part of some sort of routine? Regina's brow raised as he appeared to whisper something in her ear, which made the former Mistress of Evil roar with laughter. Maleficent? Laughing? I've never seen that before! The dragon seemed to be positively glowing, beaming at him, flirtatiously!

The two brides shared a concerned look, as the music slowed to its conclusion, all dancers stepping back to curtsy or bow to their partners, before leaving the floor.

On the other side of the dance floor, Maleficent was now curtsying, as Robin bowed back. "Thanks Mal, I enjoyed that!" And he had. He'd learned so much about one of his wives from one of her oldest friends. "You're welcome. So, it seems I need to stop calling you 'thief' from now on? Merlin tells me you're from the nobility, after all."

"That's never stopped Regina! And I'd much prefer 'thief' to 'My Lord'. I've always hated titles. Stupid things."

"Speaking of which, her eyes haven't left you since she saw us dancing. Quite the possessive queen, that one! I see she's on her way over here, with your other bride. Don't look up! Probably making sure I'm not trying to seduce you or some such thing. Act casual…"

Sure enough, the two almost-matching brides appeared, side-by-side, a look of concern on Regina's face. "Mal?"

"Yes, kitten?" She smiled back, knowing Regina always blushed with embarrassment whenever she used that term. "Enjoying your big day?"

"Yes thank you. And you? You seemed to be enjoying dancing…with our husband?"

Robin smiled when he saw the possessive flash on his bride's face. "We were, Gina. I'm afraid I rather monopolized her just now. But I've learned quite a bit!"

"Oh?" asked Emma, "About what?"

"Well, Regina of course!" Mal replied, a face of calm, "And a bit about you too, Saviour." She turned back to Robin. "Thank you for the dance…My Lord," she smirked back at him as he frowned, the band starting to play a slower number. "Now then. Emma dear, I don't believe you and I have ever had the pleasure? Would you join me for this one? I believe Regina is quite keen to dance with your shiny new husband."

Surprised, Emma looked to her partners before nodding. "Erm…sure. Though I'm not as practised at this ballroom stuff, as Robin here-"

"No problem. I'll lead. Come…" with that she gently but firmly pulled Emma back to the centre of the dance floor, leaving Regina open-mouthed.

"She's quite the incorrigible flirt, isn't she?" whispered Robin.

"Well you'd know!" she retorted. "I saw the pair of you. Quite the cosy chat, was it?"

"It was. And mostly about you! I suspect she's still pretty much in love with you. You didn't mind her flirting with me, surely?"

Regina pinked, sighing. Robin had already known about their make out session years ago. "Not really, providing you don't encourage her too much. Until Arendelle, I'd always thought she was only into women. So, seeing her with Merlin two weeks ago, and now coming onto you, was a surprise. I don't think I've ever seen anyone make her laugh like that!"

"She wasn't really coming onto me. We were joking about having two highly-sexed wives. She'd guessed what we'd been up to earlier, and she said if I ever felt that I needed 'help', I should give her a call. I then did a Rumple impression, and made a very inappropriate comment."

"She said that? God, that woman…"

"…Used to be your best friend in difficult times. She's missed you as much as, I suspect, you've missed her. There's no need to be a stranger to her, Regina. Not because of me, or Emma."

"So, you trust her? Even though you know we were once close?"

"Yes, but it's of no importance, because I trust you." That drew a smile from the raven-haired beauty, as he leant down to capture her lips. "Now then, I've danced with Emma, but I don't believe you and I have yet had the pleasure, milady?" Taking her arm, he escorted her back onto the dance floor.

~oOo~

After working the room and catching up with everyone, Henry and Grace walked over to his grandfather's table, where Belle now sat, nursing a glass of wine. He'd already spotted Rumple on the dance floor several times, which had really thrown him! The old limp had gone completely, and in addition to Belle and Ariel, he'd also been asked to dance by Merlin's daughter Annabelle, and even Robin's sister, Maria. As he took to the floor yet again, this time with Ariel, the former Dark One's grandson stood looking in amazement.

"It's like that limp of his never existed! That operation really did the trick, didn't it?" He asked his step-grandmother.

The librarian looked up at him, nodding, a tired smile on her face. "He's like a new man, Henry. I'd never have believed it! Taking the darkness away has given him a whole new lease of life. I've danced so much, I'm exhausted!" They watched as the music, supplied by a DJ having now taken over once the band had left, played more modern tunes. A Bee Gees number, How Deep is Your Love, started playing as Rumple brought Ariel close to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder in an open display of affection. Surprising a number of people who'd noticed, still wary of the former Dark One.

"He seems happy. How are you doing, Belle? The three of you, I mean?" It was now no secret that the mermaid was living with them, and Belle knew her husband confided in the young man.

"Honestly? I've never been happier," she looked at her two lovers, huddled together, Rumple placing a kiss on the redhead's cheek, albeit in full view of the other couples. "He's got Neal back, and Gideon. I still can't believe this is all real."

"He's also got you! And I'd say after nearly three centuries, he deserves his happy ending. You all do."

Belle looked up at the young man, who seemed to still get taller by the day. "And what about you? You finally graduate next year. What are your plans?"

"Well, until a few days ago, I was planning on going to study in Oxford next year. But now dad's back, I'm not so sure. He's telling me I should still finish my postgrad there, but I've spent almost my whole life without him! I've only had him for about two months of my entire life, and don't want to lose any more time; so, I figure I'll go travelling around with him once he's back. I really wish he wasn't off to DunBroch next week, but he said he really has to go." He looked down at his step-grandmother who, although nodding, seeming to have a sad expression. "I know you said you were happy, Belle, but I can see something's bothering you by the expression on your face! Care to talk about it?"

Belle sighed loudly. "It's that obvious, huh? I guess it also has something to do with your dad coming back. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled he's back for you both! But…I know what your grandfather's like. You know how much he's missed Neal, and I'm worried Rumple's going to insist on travelling with him when he leaves. He's not going to leave Gideon behind so…" she deflated at the thought.

"Have you talked to him about it? I'm sure grandpa wouldn't take him to somewhere dangerous!"

"I…no, I haven't. Everything's been so good these last few days, what with the Dark One gone, Neal back and everything, I didn't want to upset anything."

"Would you like me to have a word with him? Or dad? I'm sure he could…" he stopped, spotting his grandfather and Ariel now returning to the table, slightly puffed from dancing.

"Henry, Grace…" said the mermaid. "I'm exhausted! Not sure where this guy gets the energy?" she thumbed behind her to Rumple, who had now joined them, wrapping an arm around Henry's shoulder. "I need a sit down. Belle, is that a new bottle of champagne? Wouldn't mind a bit more of that…" she picked up the bottle to replenish her glass. "Belle, perhaps you and Angus should dance while I rest?"

Before he could answer, Merlin appeared at their table, smiling down on the group. "Good evening again, Gold family! Sorry to see Neal decided not to come, though I quite understand, given the circumstances. Belle, your looking well? And Ariel, you-" he paused abruptly, seeing something different about the now sitting mermaid, which he'd never noticed before. "Er…Ariel, I wonder whether you would allow me the pleasure of a dance?"

"What? Well sure, though perhaps in a few minutes? I've only just sat down."

Rumple sensed something was odd, when the Sorcerer merely stepped forward to sit himself next to the redhead. "Oh well…perhaps I could join you in a glass of that, while Belle and Rumple dance? You and I haven't spoken in a while."

Rumple frowned, not sure what the Sorcerer was thinking "Aye, well…Belle, shall we dance? He took his wife's hand to encourage her to the dance floor. Henry also got the hint, leading Grace away too. Ariel looked curiously at Merlin, unsure of what had just happened. He seemed to be studying her very intensely.

"Merlin, you wanted to talk? Something wrong?"

"Hmm… Wrong isn't the word I would use. It's about something I've only just noticed, moments ago…"

~oOo~

At the other end of the room, at the long bridal table, Emma sat slumped in a chair, with her legs raised, resting on Robin's lap as he sat, massaging his bride's toes and soles with dextrous fingers. Regina sat opposite, talking with Tinker Bell, the friends catching up on gossip from the world outside Storybrooke.

"Ooh, that's lovely Rob, my feet were killing me. Give me a good jog, and I'm happy, but dancing in those bloody heels? You guys have no idea! Give me flats, any day."

"You seemed to be doing just fine on the dance floor, my love. After me, Gina and your parents, you never left the floor. August, Henry, Ruby, Mal, Lily. Considering you said last month you couldn't dance, I thought you were in your element? Mind you, that dance you did with Charlie Sage just seemed weird…and rather flirtatious! Not sure what Maria would have thought..."

Emma sniggered, "Bit too modern for you, old man? Still, you seemed to be having a fair old time yourself! I saw you back there…with the goddess!"

"Persephone is…a fascinating woman, if you can call a goddess a woman."

"I agree with Emma, she seemed quite smitten with you!" added Regina, an eyebrow arched. "I noticed. Normally, I'd fry anyone who looked at you like that. But with her powers that would be unwise."

Robin smiled, enjoying the possessiveness of his brides. "I assure you, my ladies, her interest lies not in me, but in Henry's father. Besides, what interest would I have, when I have not one, but two, goddesses of my own?"

"Nice recovery…if a little bit crawly bum-lick!" Emma retorted, earning a wry smile and wink from her wife.

"If you carry on being beastly to me, on our wedding day and all, you hardly deserve a foot massage!" he took his hands away, pushing her feet off, to collect his wine glass, glugging back the contents.

"No, I was enjoying that, keep going! I'm sorry, you know I'm kidding, right?" she again flipped her feet onto his lap. "Besides, with hands like yours, you could always give up all that boring village-management stuff and become a reflexologist?" She moaned, as he started kneading a finger between her two largest toes.

"Not exactly a fulfilling career," said Regina. Looking up at the clock, she groaned. "Robin - it's just gone nine. We really need to round up the children now, put them to bed and say our goodbyes to everyone?" They'd already planned for Honour and Margot to stay upstairs, where their little sisters now slept, with Maria, Will and Caroline minding them overnight, while the wedded trio spent the wedding night back at the mansion.

"Actually, about that," David appeared behind Emma, to place large warm hands on her shoulders, kissing the top of her head "There's been a slight change of plan."

"Oh?" glared Regina. "And who exactly changed our plan?"

"Your husband," he replied, looking at Robin. "You're going, and the children are staying, but you three aren't going home. It's all set, and your chauffeur's waiting outside. So, when you're ready?"

"Going where?" Emma and Regina replied, almost in unison, Regina's brow raised to maximum stretch.

"L'Auberge Cachée," their new husband replied. "You said you wanted to go there, after Emma and I went. There's also a little house by the lake, which Pierre is giving us for the weekend. Sort of a wedding gift. We've got the place to ourselves. As Emma knows, the food's pretty good too."

His wives looked at each other, Regina's lips slowly morphing into a briliant smile. She stood, walking around the table, bending to place a full, wet kiss on his lips, completely ignoring their guests, making Tink chuckle. "Marrying you was, without doubt, one of the best decisions I have ever made!"

He smiled up at her before warm hands turned his face to the side as Emma now kissed him just as enthusiastically. "Correction. Best decision WE have ever made!"

"Robin, wonderful surprise though it is, we need to go home to get some overnight things? Unless you hadn't noticed, Emma and I are still in wedding dresses?"

"All taken care of!" Snow now appeared beside them, arm-in-arm with Princess Anna. "There's a large case in the limousine with your clothes, undies and all the things you'll need for a couple of nights away."

Regina bristled, realising something. "Undies? So, who pray, has been allowed to enter our house and rifle through my…our clothes and underwear drawers? There was nothing in the limousine when we got out of it earlier…"

"That would be me, madam!" Said a clipped English voice from behind her. She turned to see a fully-suited Robin-doppelganger, dressed once again, as a chauffeur. "Apologies for raiding your bedroom, Your Majesty, but under the circumstances, your husband here thought it would be appropriate? I swear I didn't peek…too much! In fact, when I got to the 'interesting drawers', I kept my eyes firmly shut, just as he requested!"

That brought a loud chuckle from the rest of them, and a wry smile from the former mayor.

"I hope not!" said Emma, also laughing. "I hate to think what you've got us to wear tomorrow morning!"

"Well, my lady, that ghastly Guns N' Roses T-shirt of yours, your jogging bottoms and those multi-holed jeans you seem to favour, were left out, I'm afraid!"

As per parents, and Regina, continued laughing, that was all the reminder Emma needed that real-Robin was really in charge of him, even if it was a supposedly autonomous doppelganger! So, with a look of sheer devilment, she turned to her husband, whispering:

"Well…under the circumstances, as he's taking us there, perhaps chauffeur-Robin would also like to join us…tonight? And keep his hat on?"

Robin stared back at her, open-mouthed.

~oOo~

While they danced, holding each other tightly, Rumple and Belle continued to regularly glance over their shoulders, back at Ariel, who remained at their table, deep in conversation with Merlin.

"She looks worried. What's he saying? You can use magic to listen in, can't you? What's going on?"

"If I use magic, the Sorcerer will be able to tell instantly. But I agree, she does seem anxious. We'll just have to wait till he's finished before asking…"

Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long. When Rosie appeared at her father's side, letting him know she and Persephone were planning to leave just after the brides and groom, Merlin nodded back, before patting the mermaid's hand. "So, give it a day or so and come see Anna, or myself, at the hospital?" He stood, leaving her white-faced.

In a matter of moments, Belle appeared, dropping down to the seat beside her. "Ariel, what is it? You look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?"

The mermaid seemed out of it. "Um…Belle? Angus? Sorry, I was miles away. What did you say?"

"You've gone quite pale, dearie." Rumple, now sitting down on her opposite side. "What did he have to say, to cause such a change?"

"He said he thinks I'm pregnant!"

~oOo~