prompted by mymindismyonlyescape on tumblr: Camping in the woods outside Storybrooke
AU Graham never died… Gremma might be married a teeny bit sorry not sorry
"Are you sure we're going to be able to spend the week out here without being bothered?"
She doesn't really doubt Graham - she's just not sure a camping trip in the Storybrooke woods is the best idea for a honeymoon. True, he's stuck within the town line because of the stupid curse - but who knows what manner of stuff is out here anymore? And besides, if they're too close to town, if shit goes down, they will be interrupted.
"Yes, I'm sure," he smiles, "Your mother, Ruby, and Granny, may be excellent trackers, but I'm better. I left a false trail for them. We'll be alone. I promise."
She wraps her arms around him, placing a gentle peck on his lips. She never thought she'd have this - a True Love, a marriage, a honeymoon. Even one that was just something so simple as camping in the woods.
"Remind me why we didn't borrow some of the beans and go to another realm just so we could… You know, get away?"
"Because your father tried to borrow the hat from Jefferson for us, and was given a list of all the reasons that none of the worlds it could go to were a good choice for a honeymoon."
"Mmmm," she makes a noise of agreement, resting her head in the crook of Graham's neck.
"Your mother tried to get me to sign our future firstborn over to Gold for a way for me to cross the town line," he informs her, and she pulls back, eyes widening in shock. She's not sure which part of the sentence throws her off the most: "future firstborn" or "sign…over to Gold."
"I hope that someone has yelled at him for trying?" she manages to ask.
"I sent Belle after him. I don't think Snow knew what he'd asked for, but I made sure to read the contract," he nods, "Now, come on. Let's get the tent up, shall we?"
"Right," she smiles, leaning in and giving him another kiss before they start.
She's still not sure they won't be bothered, but a part of her thinks it won't matter - they have each other. This trip isn't what really matters. It's them, their relationship - their love.