Second Chance

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Regina Mills-

"Lily's"

"Roses"

"Lily's"

"Roses!"

The back and forth arguing of both my mother and Emma's is draining. I thought wedding planning would be a walk in the park but my mother seems not to agree with anything, I mean it is my wedding, my mother needs to stop arguing and actually consider what I want.

"I agree with Snow, I think Roses" I agree, tapping the pencil against the magazines and rubbing my temple with my thumb and index finger. "Lily's are known to be death flowers, despite their beauty I do not wish for any bad luck on our special day mother"

"Fine suit yourself, Roses it is, but I think I we should have yellow" my mother huffs.

"Red is the colour of romance"

"Yellow"

"Red"

I cannot take another second if these two so I take my multiple of magazines containing the perfect venues, dresses, themes, flowers, etc and make my way to Emma.

I open the door to see my two babies playing on their little map while Henry sits beside them, tickling their little tummies and listening to them coo.

Emma sees me stood in the door way and slams her notebook shut, placing her pen on top and sitting back. I wonder over and peck her lips before sitting on the chair across from her.

"What are you up to Miss Swan?" I taunt as I lean forward on my elbow peering down at her notebook.

"Writing my vowels, therefore you cannot see" She taunts back, leaning forward and capturing my lips yet again. This time it's deeper and my hand cups her cheek and brings her closer and closer. Our tongues dance for a short moment before Emma can sense my stress. "What's wrong baby?"

"I hate it when you call me that, makes me sound so soft" I huff.

"You are a big softie" she winks, licking her lips and instantly I find myself relaxing. "I promise not to call you it in public" she teases. "What's the matter?"

"Our mothers are stressing me out, my mother wants Lily's for our wedding" I announce and instantly Emma's nose turns up. "Exactly... Anyway we agreed on roses and our mothers are now arguing about whether or not we should have yellow or red"

"Red for sure" Emma nods, this is why I love her because there's no debating with us, we're the exact same person and despite me typically being a dark persona and Emma light, we like the same things which makes this planning so much easier.

There is this belief in the enchanted forest that we should each have two dresses, one for the venue, which will be a gorgeous wedding dress. The other is for the reception which will be a stunning gown.

I thought I'd go a little out of my comfort zone and experiment with a colour I have never before. A colour nobody would ever imagine me in. Pink. I cannot wait to see Emma's face when she sees me in something other than black, purple, or red.

"How much do we have remaining in our budget?" I question softly.

Emma immediately opens her notebook on a different page and picks up her pen, she starts scribbling loads of numbers and calculations across the page but I cannot help but lean forward and rest my head in the palm of my hand as I stare at her confused expressions as she works out the math.

The way her eyes focus hard, her eyebrows lower and her mouth twitches. It's so damn adorable.

"£27,000" she says with conviction as she finds out our final total. "So tomorrow, you can go book a venue and I'll go get my dresses sorted, you can get yours on Sunday and then finally we can decide on a reception" Emma plans out. "Then all that there is to do is decoration but our parents can handle that"

I love how Emma is so confident with this entire plan, I don't know what's best, I let the planning stress me out so at least Emma is head strong about this entire thing.

"I love you Miss Swan"

"How much longer are you going to call me Miss Swan?" Emma rolls her eyes but still leans in, flirtatiously peering down at my plump lips but her green orbs flick back to my dark ones.

"Until I make you Mrs Swan-Mills" I coo, leaning in the remainder of the way and capturing her lips. I stand up but never once peel my lips away from hers. My leg lifts as I sit upon her lap, her arms wrap securely around my waist as I deepen the kiss.

"Mama, you're going to scare the babies" Henry interrupts, instantly making Emma and I break apart our lips and chuckle.

I wrap my arms around her neck and run my fingers through her locks as we stare at our little family playing.

Their little legs kick wild on the mat as they reach their little fingers up for their toys, growing more and more frustrated that they cannot yet reach them.

"Come on mama Mills, let's feed our babies" my fiancée coos, tapping me gently, signalling for me to get up and grab myself one of the twins to bottle feed while Emma does the other. Like clockwork the alarm rings and our parents bring in two warm baby bottles ready to feed.

"I could get sued to that name" I taunt.

"We'll take henry while you set the two little royals to sleep" Snow coos, passing over the bottle and kissing both Hope and Hayden on the forehead, and slipping out the door with Henry. It's a blessing having these children and a wonderful supportive family by my side this time around. I wouldn't want it any other way.
My little SwanQueen family.