SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE. I'VE BEEN SUPER BUSY! SO, AS PROMISED, HERE'S THE WEDDING! JUST AS AN FYI, I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW THEY WORK SO IF SOME THINGS ARE OFF I APOLOGIZE. REVIEWS MAKE MY DAY!

DON'T OWN IT.

The first thing Graham and James noticed as they the small, local pub was the obnoxiously loud music. The next was the sheer amount of people. It seemed as if all the men in the area were there.

"Hey, guys!" Henry waved excitedly from across the room, wearing a pair of headphones. They couldn't hear him, but they could read his lips. Then he spoke into the microphone. "The King and the man of the night are here!" Naturally, James smiled and waved while the crowd bowed. Graham, however, was glued to the spot, his face turning a shade of red. Somewhere in the room a 'pop' resonated, a sure sign that the alcohol had been opened. Sexy and I Know It began flowing through the speakers. After an hour of dancing everyone was exhausted. James dragged a reluctant Graham up to the front and made a toast.

"I am proud to be making this man my son-in-law. May he and Emma have a long and happy marriage."

"Cheers!" The rest said unanimously.

Snow sat patiently on the living room couch waiting for the guests to arrive. Her daughter was another story. She went from slightly slouching to straight, all the while tapping her foot. The brunette placed a hand on her knee.

"You know these people." She said, trying to calm her.

"Red's a werewolf and I hate parties." Emma said. Someone knocked, and Snow said,

"Try to have fun." To Ella, she said, "Hey, thanks for coming!"

"How could I miss it?" The blonde replied, beaming. She handed a white package to Snow, who handed it to her daughter.

"Thanks." Emma smiled. Alexandra came in behind Ella. "Hi."

"Hi!" Lexi chirped, running over for a hug and then to Snow. "Where's Henry?"

"Well," Snow picked up the girl. "He's with your dad and James right now."

"Will he be home soon?"

"I'm sure he'll come back to say bye." Another knock sounded and Emma got up to answer it. Red bounced in, her stomach severely swollen. "Red!" Snow squealed, gently placing Lexi on the ground to embrace her friend. "Boy or girl?"

"Boy." The brunette smiled. "Only eight more weeks."

"Where's Granny?" Emma asked, accepting a red box.

"She was making some cupcakes or something and they needed a little more time. She'll be here in a couple minutes. Who else are we waiting for?"

"Belle said she'd be here, as well as Ariel and Aurora."

"Like Mo French's daughter?" The blonde looked at her mother inquisitively.

"Yes."

"And the other two… the Little Mermaid and Sleeping Beauty?"

"Ariel was a mermaid, but I think you're on the right track." Snow answered.

"You haven't met half of the people coming to your bridal shower?" Ella gasped.

"She planned." Emma pointed at Snow. On cue the rest arrived, and idle chatter began, mostly about Graham's hotness and Red's pregnancy.

"So, when are you having another baby?" Red asked, looking at Emma. The brunette was the only one of them that wasn't at least tipsy at this point, and the blonde smirked at her boldness.

"Graham and I are thinking about it. We want to be married before we get pregnant, but soon I hope."

"Phillip and I want another." Ella smiled at her daughter, who was putting together a puzzle, humming quietly.

"Then go for it!" Snow exclaimed.

"I heard that the Queen and Rumplestiltskin are running around free." Ella replied, no further need to explain. Of course she wouldn't want to bring another child into the world if there was a threat.

"They're taken care of." Snow assured her. "Regina is acting like a teenager in love and Rumplestiltskin, is, well, with you." She gestured to Belle. "He has his son back."

"He isn't that bad." Belle spoke up for the first time that night. "He's done terrible things, but he is honorable in the fact that he doesn't break deals."

"Baefire is Henry's father." Emma said lowly, pouring herself another drink.

"What!" They gasped.

"Don't tell Henry."

"You told me he's a very bad man." Snow could feel the anger building up. "Emma, what did he do?"

"It doesn't matter, just don't tell Henry. He can't know." The blonde downed the alcohol and reached for the bottle.

"Nope." Red, with better coordination, picked it up before Emma could get it. "You're gonna have a nasty hangover tomorrow, and I don't want to risk it going into the wedding day."

"Two more days." Emma smiled.

(2 DAYS LATER)

James watched as Graham nervously shifted his bowtie in the mirror, then straightened his jacket, followed by smoothing his pants. A small smile began to grace the king's lips as he recalled the butterflies that were in his stomach on his wedding day.

"You have three hours, Graham. Don't worry."

"It has to be perfect." He replied, fluffing his hair.

"My daughter doesn't care if it's perfect." James said, purposely saying my daughter to show that while the man would be taking Emma's hand in marriage, she was still his.

"If she heard you say that…" Finally Graham looked at him, his lips twitching.

"She'd freak out, I know. She'll always be my baby girl, you remember that." James turned serious.

"We're living with you, chill." At James' confused expression, he elaborated. "Chill… you know, relax."

"As Henry reminded me, I'm a grandfather." James sighed, taking a seat. He didn't feel old, but his daughter getting married made him feel ancient.

"I didn't mean that offensively." Graham said, sitting on the other end of the couch.

"I'm just giving you a hard time, Son." He said, offering the man a smile and draping an arm around his shoulder in a sort of half-hug. "I always wanted a son. I mean, I love Emma with all my heart, she's more than I have a right to ask for, but there's a difference between having a girl and a boy."

"I understand. It's like with Henry." Graham said, hoping the tears he was blinking back showed his soon to be father-in-law just how much his words meant. "Do you think you and Snow will ever have another child?"

"I don't know." James returned to his previous position. "Down the road, maybe. I'd like to, but I don't know if Snow will. I wouldn't want to hurt Emma, either."

"She wouldn't mind." Graham said, then quickly added, "I can't speak for her, but from what she's told me… if you guys decide to, I know she won't mind."

"What I've said about being glad she chose you, I mean it. I couldn't ask for a better son-in-law, and I don't even have to warn you not to hurt her. I know you won't. I can't put into words how much I'm delighted to be adding you to the family." James said and Graham turned pink.

"Thank you. I don't have parents so… you and Snow are great."

"I'm quite charming." James smiled. "So anyway, I have to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell Emma, though. Not yet. Snow and I got you guys a wedding present. This one's hers, and Snow has yours." As the grin grew wider Graham grew scared. What had the king done now? "It's a dog."

"A dog?" The brunette raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. See, I know you and Emma are talking about kids and, well, we wanted to be sure she's prepared so she won't accidently kill it."

"She already has Henry."

"He was ten when he came back into her life, and very mature." James replied.

"Wait, are you doubting my ability to raise a child?"

"No, but I want you to know what you're getting yourself into. A puppy isn't even half as hard. Not that I'd know because my daughter was 28 but still… it'll be a nice little crash course for you guys."

"I get it. This is your way of telling me not to get your daughter pregnant." A smirk crossed Graham's face.

"I'm being nice. I got you a puppy."

"When it eats her prized boots or jacket I'm blaming you." He smiled.

Snow tapped her foot impatiently, attempting to stare her daughter down.

"I want to be ready." Emma said, not backing down.

"You'll end up spilling something on it." Snow replied, referring to the dress. "Get in it last; we can do your hair first."

"I don't want to." The blonde whined and Snow sighed. She had known getting Emma to agree to a make-over for the wedding was going to be no easy task, but she had imagined a little less resistance, especially after her admission of dreaming of a big wedding.

"Emma." She said in an I'm your daughter, do what you're told tone. That shut the blonde up, putting a sheepish look on her face.

"Sorry. I should be thankful. And I am! Don't misunderstand." Emma said quickly, shame turning to panic.

"Relax." Snow placed her hands on Emma's shoulders, meeting her gaze. "Everything's okay."

"You're so natural." She smiled gratefully. The brunette gave her a questioning look, and she continued. "At being a mother."

"Oh, Emma." Snow gasped, her eyes growing damp.

"Crap." The bride muttered, looking anywhere but at Snow. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"How many times are we going to go through this?" She asked gently. "You don't need to worry about me, I'm your mother."

"That might be true but family watches out for each other. If it's something I can fix, I want to. We're all so used to being alone we don't know how to be with other people." Emma smiled. "Please."

"I'm just happy for you." She led her to a chair and began combing through her hair. Emma did her best not to fidget. After a few minutes, she said, "They don't have epidural here."

"You're already a grandmother so I don't see the point of saying that; it's not like I'm going to have my first kid and you think you're too young to be a grandmother."

"Come on." Snow nudged her. "I see the way you look at Henry."

"Mom!"

"Just saying." She put her hands up in surrender. So, I was thinking we could put your hair up… maybe a bun with a braid running along the side?"

"I don't usually do that." Emma replied, craning her neck to look at her.

"But it'll look so pretty!" Snow insisted.

"We can always try it." The blonde agreed. "If I don't like it we can take it out."

"That's why we're starting with plenty of time." Snow began twisting the hair into a bun.

"I wonder what Graham's doing…" Emma's head drifted to the door and Snow turned it straight again.

"I'm sure he's a nervous wreck."

"What if I do trip?"

"Well." Snow gave a quiet chuckle. "It certainly wouldn't be the first time, nor would it be surprising."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Emma said good naturedly.

"You're not the most graceful person." In the mirror the blonde could see her mother's smirk. "It's kind of adorable; who would've thought such a clumsy person could come from Charming and I."

"Thanks." She said sarcastically.

"I don't mean it in a bad way!" Snow exclaimed. "Like I said, it's adorable after we know you're not hurt. Some days it seems like you're a toddler, always getting lost and falling down."

"Do you and Dad ever think about having another kid?" She asked tentatively.

"We've entertained the thought." Snow replied, moving a small strand of Emma's hair to the front; that would become the braid. "But I don't know. We're happy with you. Do you want siblings?"

"I wouldn't mind, but don't get any thoughts. I don't want ten of them."

"Dear God no!" Snow laughed. "Really?"

"Yeah, but there's no pressure to have any." Emma replied. Snow put the bun up and looked around for a hair tie but to no avail.

"I'll be right back." She said, nearly running into James while exiting. He gave her a quick peck before walking over to his daughter, smiling. The smile, however, did not hide the tears that were in his eyes. Emma frowned.

"You're the second person I've made cry today." She said with a resigned sigh. "Sorry."

"I'm happy. My daughter's getting married. It seems like just yesterday I was holding you in my arms. You were so small and… look at you. You're gorgeous." He placed a kiss on her head. Emma closed her eyes, her lips forming a line across her face.

"It's bittersweet."

"At least you're not moving out." James replied, leaning against the vanity. "

"Yeah… I don't think I ever could." Emma said. Then, causally, "So, how's Graham?"

"He looks like he's about to have a panic attack any minute." He responded.

"That's so him." Emma smiled.

"How are you doing?"

"Mom said that I'm ungraceful and I'll trip." Of course Snow chose that moment to return with a hair elastic.

"I did not say it like that, Emma. I said that if you do trip no one will hold it against you; we'll just laugh."

"Yes, because that's so comforting." The blonde retorted. Snow proceeded to put her hair back in a bun on top of her head. "What color bowtie did he pick?" She almost didn't want to know the answer.

"He said you'll see." James replied with a shrug. "Even I don't know."

"And Henry's okay?"

"I'm going to check on him next." Just then a crackle was heard from the other side of the room followed by the boy in question's voice.

"Emma, are you there?" James strode over and handed the walkie-talkie to his daughter.

"Yeah, Kid."

"I know you said you didn't want anyone but Grandma and Grandpa to see you, so this is the next best thing. Good luck, and I'm giving you a hug over the walkie-talkie." Henry said. Emma immediately regretted her decision, remembering how she had snapped at everyone earlier in the morning about how she didn't want to see anybody except for her parents because they'd make her too nervous.

"Henry… I'm sorry about this morning. I…" Even though he couldn't see her, she still looked down, ashamed. "You know I don't like being scared and right now I'm about to crap my pants and having people fondling and hugging and… you're not taking it personally, are you?"

"Nope." They could hear the grin in his voice. "Over and out." Emma handed the walkie-talkie back to James, and he left it on the vanity.

"Just in case you guys need it again." James sighed. "I better go be with Henry."

"Bye, Dad." To their surprise, Emma reached her arms out for a hug, like a child reaching for her parent. She dared not get up and mess up Snow's creation.

"I'll stop back before it's time." He said, embracing her. He locked eyes with his smiling wife and pulled back, startled to see tears in Emma's eyes. "What's the matter, Sweetie?"

"Is this going to change everything?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No, Baby, it's not." He hugged her again, careful not to mess up her hair. "You and Graham have already been living together. It's simply a piece of paper officiating your love."

"But this is the last time I'll see you before I'm married." She insisted. He kneeled down to her level because she was sitting.

"Nothing's going to change." James repeated. "Just please tell me you're not taking his God-awful name, Humbert."

"No." This got a small chuckle from her. "I'm keeping mine."

"I'm relieved." He said. Emma seemed to suddenly realize how childish she was being.

"Go check on my kid." She waved him away.

"Okay." With one last squeeze of her hand, he left.

"When you have children with him, are they taking your name or his?" Snow asked as nonchalantly as possible while braiding the section to be put up and around the bun.

"Would you quit it?" Emma laughed.

"It's a perfectly reasonable question." The brunette insisted.

"We haven't gotten that far yet." She replied. "How would you like it if I kept inquiring about your sex life?"

"I'm not." Snow began to blush. "I'm just wondering if my grandchildren will have my daughter's last name."

"Well, you're about to go there."

"Fine, fine. I'm shutting up about that." Snow placed the last bobby pin in. "Don't ruin your hair, okay?"

"I won't." Emma said. "Hey, you did a really good job."

"You like it?" The brunette smiled.

"Yeah."

"Great. Now let's do your makeup." The excitement in the queen's voice was almost palpable. Emma groaned; this was going to be torture. "After I do this you can't cry anymore or you'll screw it up and I'll have to fix it."

"I'm not usually –I'm not that bad."

"If your father and I have another child, it better take after him. I don't think this castle is big enough for another one of us." Snow smiled. "Close your eyes."

"Right, because a castle is so small."

"Don't talk, or you'll bump my hand." She instructed. Emma groaned again. A good ten minutes later Snow pulled back, smiling proudly at her masterpiece. "Look!" Emma opened her eyes.

"It's kind of heavy, don't you think?" She said, holding back a gasp. She had always known she was stunning, but this was a whole new level. "It looks great, though."

"Great? Emma." Snow walked around the chair to face her daughter. "You're the fairest of them all and I mean that."

"I thought you were?"

"Is that a reference to your fairytales?" A bewildered look crossed Snow's face.

"Yeah, Disney. Never mind." Emma dismissed the topic with a wave of her hand.

"Do you have to pee?" The blonde still wasn't quite used to her mother being so direct; this was one of the times she missed Mary Margaret.

"No."

"You should try. Once you're in that dress it'll be hard to get out."

"I think I know my bladder capacity." Emma groaned. Snow gave her a stern look and she relented. After she finished she came back in.

"Dress time!" Snow gestured to the dress lying on the couch. It looked even better in this light. The sequins, which made a large paisley pattern, were clear and caught the light just right, giving a tiny shimmer. By pure luck, it had retained its perfect whiteness. This time, getting in it was easier. Snow stepped back. "It really does look beautiful. It accents everything just right, and you have a beautiful neck and… just look." Emma walked over to the full-length mirror and gasped. The back trails just enough to be majestic, but not so much that it's obnoxious. The front ends just above her feet so she won't trip. That's the plan, at least.

"It's…" She didn't quite know what to say. "I'm speechless."

"Emma," Snow pulled out two boxes from a shelf. One of them was rectangular and the other square. "When your father and I found out you were a girl, we got you these to wear on your wedding day." She opened the rectangular box to reveal a necklace. It had many layers and was full of diamonds. The bottom diamond was a teardrop, with an E etched on it. Emma's mouth fell open, and Snow took that as a cue to open the other one, which was matching earrings with E's on them, too.

"Thank you." Emma put the earrings on and turned around so Snow could latch the necklace. "It's still so surreal… I mean, I know you guys love me and wanted me more than anything, but… wow. You were really excited."

"We still want to know more about you." She said.

"Someday soon, I promise." The blonde smiled.

"I can't wait. Listen, don't put your shoes on yet. We have half an hour."

"I'm helping you get ready." Emma declared.

"You don't have to do that." Snow looked at her uncertainly.

"I know I'm not the most talented person in the world, but I can manage hair and makeup."

"Okay." Reluctantly but with a smile, Snow sat in front of Emma. "Don't get makeup on your dress. Don't do too much, either, cause I'm going to be a blubbering mess. You know what, let me do it. If you get anything on that thing I will kill you." She grabbed the makeup from her daughter. "I'll let you do my hair, I promise." A few minutes later and lots of whining from Emma, Snow motioned for her to come over. "I want it down."

"I know you love your hair." Emma said, beginning to brush through it a little too fast for Snow's liking.

"Ow! Be careful."

"Sorry. I've never done anyone's hair except for mine." She slowed considerably. "You're right, about wanting more kids. I just, I don't know how to be a mother."

"I'm sure Henry would disagree." Snow reasoned, but she knew exactly what her daughter meant.

"I don't know what to do for a scraped knee or a… I don't even know how to brush their hair."

"It'll come naturally." The brunette assured her. "Like I know exactly what to do for you." She smiled.

"Even as Mary Margaret you did." Emma agreed, pulling two small strands from the front and bringing them together in the back with a clip. "Do you like it?" She asked apprehensively.

"You catch on to this much quicker than cooking." Snow beamed. "It's beautiful, thank you."

"I love you." Emma pulled her into a hug which she gratefully returned.

"I love you, too, Emma. So much." They parted and looked at the clock. "I have to go and get Henry. Your dad will be in in a few minutes. We'll be waiting for you. Are you gonna be okay alone?"

"I'm not alone anymore." The blonde replied.

"Okay." Snow smiled, turning to the door. "Don't trip."

James knocked on the door and Emma opened it, beaming.

"No veil?" He asked.

"I need to be able to see." She explained. "You ready?"

"Yes." He took her hand. They walked down the hall in silence and he pulled her to a stop outside the double doors that lead to the garden. Emma squeezed his hand tighter.

"I'm scared."

"Just smile, and keep your eyes on Snow, Henry, or Graham." He advised. "You'll be fine." The words weren't particularly comforting, but his voice was. James opened the doors for her and she looped her arm around his. The music started, and everyone was staring at them. Emma felt a little dizzy and wobbled a bit, but her father's strong arms kept her steady. Heeding his advice, Emma found her son and mother. Snow was crying, as predicted. Henry was beaming. Finally, her eyes fell upon Graham. His mouth was hanging open slightly in shock, then he quickly closed it, smiling. They got up to the alter, and with one last comforting pat, James went to be with his wife. Graham grabbed Emma's hand and they said their vows.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." That they did. It wasn't a particularly long one, but it was filled to the brim with passion.

THIS WAS A LONG CHAPTER AND I KNOW IT TOOK A WHILE TO GET UP, BUT I HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT! THANKS FOR READING.