A/N: I felt bad leaving you all hanging like that...
"You don't like dancing," Emma stated as they walked to the dance area.
"Not particularly. Maybe you can change my mind," Regina smiled.
"I'll lead?"
"As your Highness wishes."
Henry sat with Violet at one of the round tables that had a good view of the land floor. They had just finished putting the last of the centerpieces on the tables and were talking a load off as this was the last task Snow had assigned them. Violet was in a nice formal dress that matched her name in color. She had taken her low pumps off and put up feet up on one the chairs, hidden under the tablecloth. Her eyes caught Henry's moms walking out onto the dance floor and she studied them for a moment.
"Gosh Henry, your mom is getting big. You can really see it in that dress."
"Hmm?" he responded, distracted from admiring his date's dress and its neckline. "Oh, yea. I guess so."
"You'll be big brother before you know it. I hope you are good at changing diapers."
He scrunched his face up and stuck his tongue out. "No thank you."
"You know, everyone is wondering if its a boy or a girl. They think Emma already knows but is just playing coy."
He chuckled as he remembered a recent conversation about that very thing. "She said she needed to leave some mystery to for people to gossip about."
"So she knows? Do you know?"
"Maybe. It sounds like its valuable information."
"Tell me."
"No way."
"I won't tell anyone," she insisted. She nudged his leg with her bare foot. "Tell meeeeee."
"Nope."
She leaned over suddenly and kissed him on the cheek. "You can have another one if you tell me."
As a young man he was defenseless against such a maneuver. "A girl. It's a girl. But tell no one."
She giggled in satisfaction and leaned back against the chair and Henry marveled and how quickly he had caved.
They hadn't stepped on each others feet so Emma was declaring this dancing business a success. Some cover version of 'Can't Help Falling In Love' was playing and she glanced down at her blue sneakers for a moment and remembered as she she saw a scuff on the wood that they were in a school gymnasium. She had almost forgotten, the decorations were so transformative. She looked up at the delicate lights that hung from the dark rafters and lost herself in the moment. She could feel eyes on them as well, she had expected as much and it didn't bother her.
"At least you wore sensible shoes," Regina commented.
"You want a pair? They're great. Since when have you ever cared about sensible shoes?" She asked, quirking her eyebrow.
"True."
"I think Junior is enjoying this, too. She's all over the place right now."
Regina pressed a little closer and could feel the very faint echoes of their daughter moving around in Emma's abdomen. "Wow, I guess. Even I can feel that." She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "There's something I want to talk to you about." She had planned this, she had thought this out, she had set at her desk and written drafts of what she was going to say and now she was struck with a sudden insecurity. The words seemed wrong now, or too long or too involved. Emma was looking at her expectedly and each second that passed seemed to make her brow begin to furrow and her green eyes burn into her. Screw it, she was jumping in the deep end.
"Emma, I need…" She took a breath, almost loosing her nerve. "I need to know you're going to be there in the morning, every morning. I need to know you're going to be here this this time next year when our baby has her first Christmas. Love hasn't been easy for me, it's left its scars. It's left me fearful, I know this. And I know you are too."
They both stopped moving together and Emma stood before her now, slightly puzzled but curious.
"But…but I'm not going to let fear run my life, and I hope you won't either. So I'm asking you…Emma Swan, if you'll marry me."
Emma shook her head a little, like she hadn't heard correctly. "What?"
"Will you marry me? Do you want the knee thing? I can do the knee thing." The gown had plenty room for her to kneel, she figured, and she wasn't sure where to go next with this, so she went down on one knee. The dance floor was practically empty so she wasn't worried about space.
"No, that's ok…"
It was too late, Regina was down on her knee. "Emma," she said, her face upturned, "Will you make me the happiest woman in all the worlds and marry me?" She smiled up at blonde, a bit of mischief playing in her eyes. She knew this was probably becoming a scene at this point but she was in too deep now.
Emma took a deep breath to anchor herself. "Ok," she said. The word seemed almost involuntary, like it popped out of its own accord. She gave herself a second and then nodded, satisfied with her response. "Yea, ok. Yes…yes, now get up." She pulled Regina to her feet, who was chuckling mirthfully as Emma pulled her into a deep kiss.
Henry was staring at them with his mouth hanging open.
"I think your moms just got engaged. You're going to have two moms…together. You are gonna be so spoiled," Violet said with a roll of her eyes.
Years from now Regina would be able to tease that when she asked Emma to marry her she had replied with an 'Okay'.
Emma looked at the woman in her arms and smiled. "Do I get a ring or anything?"
"Sure, but I don't have one on me. I was actually just going to ask you if you wanted to run off to a cabin for a week. I've been planning it out with Snow, it's all set up. We can leave in the morning if you like," she smiled, pulling her closer.
"The baby moon she suggested?" she asked incredulously.
"Yea, that was the plan. I don't know what came over me."
Emma tipped her head back and laughed. "Regina Mills, you are something else."
A male voice interrupted them, shouting a question. "Did she say yes?"
Emma peered into the crowd and saw her father, lower his hands after using them to amplify his shouted inquiry.
Regina turned to address him. "Yes. She said yes."
David started clapping, then Henry stood on his chair and started clapping, and quickly it started to spread around the room followed by whistles.
"Okay Swan, let's go sit down before these people turn this into a scene."
"I think you already did that," she smiled.
Regina put her arm around her waist and led them to one of the tables.
There were rounds of drinks and congratulations given. Regina was gobsmacked by how many. She never was entirely sure where she stood with the town and usually assumed the worst. Emma could see her bewilderment and squeezed her hand encouragingly as they sat at the table. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see their son.
"Henry! I didn't see you earlier!" Emma exclaimed. "I thought you weren't here yet. Sit down."
"I came early, to help Grandma. " He pulled a chair down and sat down. "You didn't tell me you were going to propose," he said to his brunette mother who was sitting on Emma's other side. "Are you still going to the cabin tomorrow?"
Regina looked over at Emma. "Are we going to the cabin, Princess?"
"Sure. So you were in on the planning too?"
Henry nodded. "Yea. So…when are you gonna get married? Are you moving in?" His questions were hesitant, he wasn't sure how to navigate these new waters. If he was honest with himself he was a little hurt that he didn't know what his mother was planning.
Emma looked over at Regina. "Let's do it when we get back."
"Move you in?"
"Get married. Why wait?" Emma shrugged. "I'm not looking for a big wedding. Let's keep it simple."
Regina was taken aback but tried not to show it. Emma was playing with her, but she could play too.
"Ok, sure. Why wait?"
"You're up for best man, right kid?" Emma asked.
He perked up a little at the question. "Yea, sure."
"You can wear that suit," Regina said, gesturing at him with her wine glass. She gave Emma a little wink and soon they were back on the dance floor which had gotten much more crowded. Regina was finding that dancing wasn't so bad after all.
