July 28th 2017
The past two days had been spent doing intense wedding planning. Regina had picked her dress and it was being kept safe at Zelena's. The bridesmaids had been chosen and asked and the gifts had been given. Mary Margaret had planned down to the minutest details, all of the things that the couple had given her permission to handle and they had even decided on a date, just before Henry went to camp, so they could spend their honeymoon without worrying where he was.
They had decided that with everything that they had accomplished over the past week or so, they would have an evening off, and after checking with her doctor, they had decided on a long weekend of alcohol and alone time. Henry had decided to spend a little time with his grandparents and uncle before he went away. Well. He decided to spend the weekend out of the house after Emma had bribed him with 50 dollars not to bother them until Sunday night, which had earned her an elbow to the ribs when Regina overheard them whispering about it. She had however promised him a movie night with pizza when he returned, if he asked his grandparents to deal with any non-emergencies for the next 48 hours. He had readily agreed.
They had decided on a relatively low key Friday night, and decided to have some friends over as a bachelorette party on the Saturday as that weekend would be the last they would have time off until the wedding, making sure they had enough overtime covered so they could enjoy their honeymoon without being interrupted with work.
Regina had made sure the wine was in decent supply and she purchased some little bites and snacks that paired well with the wines she had chosen. Knowing her soon to be wife, she also purchased some beers, and something that surprised Emma, a bottle of tequila. Regina had been remembering what had happened last time she'd drank tequila and was hoping that evening would remain the same way.
She was surprised when that evening, during dinner to line their stomachs, she had asked Emma what she wanted to do that evening and she had answered with chess. She must have noticed Regina's raised brow as she giggled and winked at her fiancée, changing her reply to 'strip chess'.
After dinner the pair shared dessert, with the first bottle of wine being opened. Regina decided to indulge and had purchased a decadent chocolate dessert, and had blushed when Emma had wiped the smudge of chocolate sauce from her lip with her tongue. Emma had gone to change while Regina cleared up. Emma had told her to leave it but she wanted it to be sorted so they could enjoy their weekend. Emma returned downstairs showered and dressed casually, but to Regina's surprise, not in sweats. She turned the stereo and pulled Regina away from the sink and into her arms.
"We're getting married in two weeks. We need to practice our first dance so that I don't embarrass you in front of all our friends and family." Regina smirked up at her fiancée, responding without a beat.
"You embarrass me daily, why would our wedding day be any different." Emma stuck her tongue out at the older woman before kissing her, squeezing her around the waist in response. They continued moving around the room, Regina leaning her head against Emma's chest, dancing in silence until the end of the song. When it stopped, Regina pulled away.
"Maybe you won't be such an embarrassment after all." She smirked as Emma rolled her eyes and grinned at the woman.
"Can you believe it's in two weeks? That's insane!" Regina hesitated at the comment, but she saw how excited Emma appeared and knew it wasn't a comment made out of fear. She grabbed Regina's hands as a more upbeat song began to play and span her around, jumping like a fool until they were both laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. The sound of Regina laughing caused Emma to stop dancing and stare at her fiancée in wonder. Hearing just the music in the background made Regina stop, curious as to why Emma had stopped laughing. She blushed, embarrassed at the look of adoration on the younger woman's face.
"If you weren't two weeks away from being my wife, I'd be begging you to elope with me right now." Emma spoke calmly, almost reverently, and it caused butterflies to explode in Regina's stomach. She composed herself for a moment before walking to turn the stereo off.
"Ok, we are not drunk enough to be getting this soppy. You go get some beers, I'm going to find the chessboard. We are going to make the most of this weekend my dear!"
Regina set out the chess board by the time Emma retuned with two chilled beers, another bottle of wine and glasses, as well as the chips and dips that she'd found in the cupboard. Regina set the pieces out while Emma settled on the beanbag already munching on the chips as if she hadn't just eaten a large meal. They talked of their upcoming plans for the next few weeks, Henry's birthday, their wedding and honeymoon. They had planned all of it down to a t, had already bought Henry's gifts, though they had informed him that them paying fully for camp was one of his gifts. Eventually their talk dwindled and they began focusing more on the game. Emma had never learned to play the game, it was just something she seemed to inherently know. She however, had never played with Regina, and so decided to play dumb.
"So I'm going to move this pointy one to…" Regina raised her brow at Emma.
"Emma, what's this piece called?" Emma grinned and tapped the piece on the top as if she was patting it on the head.
"I call him Dwight." Regina smirked and shook her head, making a move as Emma took a swig of her beer. She grabbed another handful of chips and crammed them into her mouth, making Regina scoff when she sprayed chip crumbs when she choked on a chip she almost inhaled.
"Emma you eat like an animal. One chip at a time please!" Emma rolled her eyes but she was smiling at the concern that coloured her tone. Regina often chastised her or made some comments that others may deem as nagging but all Emma heard when she spoke that way is that someone cared about her health and wellbeing. She responded to the nagging in the only way she knew how. Sarcasm. "Well madam mayor, maybe if we both want to fit in our dresses, we should stop with the snacking." She didn't even duck to doge the quick slap to the back of her head, beaming at her fiancée in her happiness.
