DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely none of the wonderfulness that is Once Upon A Time and their characters or other later-mentioned characters (non-related to OUAT).

This is my first fic therefore, there is obviously no prequel but if you'd like a reference as to what I'm going to use as canon for most of Emma and Jeff's past then I'd recommend "Happily Never After" by L3ftOfCent3r. Plus, I think it's a rather brilliant fic in general so you should just read it anyways if you haven't.

This chapter is rather short compared to the rest and the next one will be as well but Chapter 6 I GUARANTEE will be very long (I may even have to split it into two chapters) so I hope you don't mind a few short ones. I really hope people are still interested this and if you are (or even if you hate it) let me know, I love any and all reviews! And without further adieu, here is Chapter 4 of "Our Wonderland", ENJOY!

A/N: This skips to dinnertime on Easter and in the time we skipped Abigail, Frederick, and their three-year old son Edgar (not from OUAT, he's my own character) arrived.

Chapter 4: Do Not Even Go There Emma

The entire group of royals, advisors, knights, and dear friends from that morning (now with the addition of Princess Abigail, Prince Frederick, and their three year-old son Edgar) were gathered around the grand dining table set for fifty. Everyone was enjoying their meals and chatting casually about anything and everything that was happening amongst the kingdoms and cooing at the adorable, small children.

"Congratulations Alex. I hear you were a wonderful egg hunter this morning." Frederick praised as he walked past Alex's high-chair that sat next to her mother as he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Alex let out a giggle as she replied with her best pronunciation of, "thank you."

It turns out Grace's generosity from the morning festivities had led to Alex winning the Easter egg hunt and she felt ever so royal as she accepted her congratulations from the many other guests. Grace flashed a proud smile at the young royal, reveling in the fact that she had helped make her so happy.

"I did good mommy!" Alex squealed, turning to face her mother who sat next to her.

"Yes, you most certainly did my darling." Ella replied with a warm smile. "You also did a wonderful job decorating the garden as well. All of you did." She added, turning to face Grace and the other kids who sat towards her end of the table.

They all replied with sporadic 'thank you's before turning back to their own conversations that were filled with excitement over the day's events.

They had spent the morning egg hunting then ate a lavish breakfast before decorating the expansive castle garden with soft-colored streamers and lanterns. They later enjoyed an outdoor lunch in the newly-decorated garden then everyone rode their horses and carriages to spend the afternoon at the beach before coming back to prepare for the extravagant dinner.

"Why aren't Pinnochio, Jiminy, and Gepetto celebrating here with us?" Abigail (who sat directly across from Emma) inquired, turning towards her and reaching across the table to grab a roll.

The mention of the not-so wooden man caused Jefferson (who sat at Emma's left) to whip his attention to his wife's conversation, subtly listening intently to their every word. It wasn't that he didn't like Pinnochio… he was a good man as well as a loyal advisor and knight in training and as much as he hated to admit it, he was a good and dear friend to Emma but that fact alone was what caused his uneasiness with the man. Behind her father, himself, and Henry, Pinnochio was the man she gave the most attention to and he knew they had a past and whenever she was with him or talked about him, he couldn't help but feel a not very slight pang of jealousy.

"Oh they just decided to spend their Easter at Aurora and Phillip's celebration." She replied coolly.

"Really?... I would have thought Pinnochio would want to spend it with Red…?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows with a sneaky smile forming on her face.

"They're too stubborn to admit anything's been going on between them." Emma said rolling her eyes, as she placed a fork full of pasta in her mouth.

"Do not even go there Emma." Abigail snapped back playfully, causing Jefferson to choke back a laugh.

Emma merely looked up shyly from where she stared at her plate with a questioning look.

"Oh don't act like you don't know what she's talking about." Ella (who was sitting to the right of Abigail) chimed in.

Emma slowly swallowed her food then sat back against her chair as she folded her arms against her chest, with that still questionable look on her face.

"You were in complete denial when you first started having feelings for Jefferson," Abigail playfully chided.

"You practically diagnosed yourself with psychosis before you actually admitted you had feelings for him." Ella added, finishing Abigail's thought.

"And it took you three months before you even said yes to his proposal," Frederick (who was sitting to the left of Abigail, with Edgar on his own left) chimed in, looking back over his shoulder as he was helping his son cut up his food.

"Whoa, okay!" Emma gave in as she uncrossed her arms and raised her hands in surrender. "So I'm not one to talk, I get it. But I still don't think it's healthy that they deny what is so obvious to everyone else."

Jefferson could not help but overdramatically roll his eyes at the irony in his wife's statement. Their history was a complicated one, to say the least, and Emma certainly had her fair share of unhealthy denial and refusal, so to hear her scold someone else's relationship denial was rather absurd.

Jefferson's display of disapproval was apparent to everyone leading them to let out a laugh except Emma whose focus now turned to her son who sat two seats down from her. Henry sat to Jefferson's left and was leaning forward, reaching down the table, across the plates of food in between him and his mother to tap on her plate in attempt to get her attention.

"Hey. Mom. Hey!" Henry semi-whispered.

Emma leaned forward slightly, turning towards her son as Jefferson leaned as far back as he could against his chair to let them talk. "What's up, Henry?" she whispered back.

"You know, I was just wondering… if you, ya know…" Henry trailed off.

"Just spit it out kid." Emma urged him.

"Well… you said you would think about whether we can go to Wonderland or not—" Henry continued but was cut off.

"Now is not the time Henry, we'll talk about it some other time." Emma replied sternly as she started to turn back to her plate.

"Half the time when you say 'we'll talk about it another time' we never end up talking about it…EVER!" Henry said coldly.

"Well maybe that's because I don't want to talk about it." Emma scoffed.

"But Grace and I really want to go so we should talk about it now." Henry pleaded.

"Not, now." Emma said, turning back to her plate.

All the while, Jefferson's head snapped between his wife and son with a frightful yet concerned look on his face as they argued, almost looking as though he was observing a tennis match.

"Please…" Henry begged as lips turned into a frown and his eyes glazed over, now glistening with sadness.

Damn. Emma could not resist when her son was upset and pleading with her. Normally he would let things go but he must really want this. Well this was just great. She had no idea what to say and now was certainly not the time or place to discuss this. Ugh. Why were so many people talking right now? She needed to think and she couldn't with all the noise buzzing around her. She noticed her husband staring at her with a questioning look as he watched the internal conflict wash over her visage. She could not take this amount of pressure. She glanced quickly over to her son's face which was still set in a permanent frown and she quickly looked back down at her hands. She couldn't think of a rational thought so she simply blurted out, "Fine! You can go."

Jefferson, Henry, Grace (who was eavesdropping on their entire conversation), and Ella (who had also been listening and actually knew what the problem was) now sat with their jaws dropped.

'What?', Emma thought to herself. She had never been good in high pressure situations and certainly never claimed to be. If they didn't want some sort of insane and abrupt answer they should not have put her in this situation. This was not her fault.

"Wait, really?" Henry questioned with a grin now forming on his face.

"Uh, yeah. I guess so…" Emma replied, nearly questioning herself. She barely knew what she had said but would not dare take it back now that she had said yes. Henry would be angry with her forever and she would never be able to live with herself if she did that to him.

"Emma…" Jefferson finally said but was unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Grace did you hear that?" Henry said, turning towards his sister, his voice filling with glee.

The two kids grew giddy as they planned with each other what they wished to do on their upcoming trip as their parents sat in an awkward stare-off.

Emma searched Jefferson's smoky, blue eyes for a sign as to what he might be thinking but saw nothing. Her mind then immediately reverted to it's old reliable insecurity mindset that she had spent years trying to push away and began to think he was going to leave. Certainly he was angry with her. How could he not be? She would be pissed if she were him and would have stomped off by now. She felt her heart drop in her chest as she imagined him walking away. She was certainly not currently in her right mind and that is when she needed someone the most. And to be perfectly honest, she didn't just need anyone, she needed him.

They stared for a moment longer until Jefferson quickly snatched up Emma's hand to give it a tight squeeze and calmly said, "It's okay. I know how hard it is to resist those puppy dog eyes." A warm smile spread across his face right before he leaned down to give her a quick kiss.

Emma sat half shocked and half relieved at his response as Ella let out a large sigh for she had been holding her breath during the entire ordeal but now she saw that all was well and she could breathe again.

"I'm so sorry." Emma breathed out, still looking up at him.

"Do not apologize Emma." He replied abruptly and turned to her once again. He stared deep into her ocean blue eyes as he continued, "There is never anything you have to apologize to me for. I will support everything you do. I have told you this before and I will stay true to that no matter how impulsive or outrageous you may act." He let his words sink in before adding with a smile, "But we will talk about this later. Just please, don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for princess."

As always, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and still like my work. I know this chapter did not have a lot of conversation within it but I thought it might be a little more interesting if we went a little deeper into everyone's thoughts and mindsets. Let me know what you think and thank you sooooooo much to those of you who have already reviewed and favorited/followed!