Second Chance

92

Emma Swan-

My mother and Father are waiting in the other room, sat upon a large white leather sofa just waiting for them to see the dress they wish for me to wear.

It's a plain white satin skirt, a silk cotton waistband starting at my under boob and ending at my waist. The upper half is lace with buttons, goes up to my neck with a frill at the collar and the long sleeves show elegance.

It doesn't feel right though, it is very much me, I love the lace, the sleeves but I'm not so fond of the collar on the dress, maybe that's an adjustment that can be made. I waltz out of the bridal changing room gathering the dress in my hands as I carry the heavy fabric before setting it down in front of my parents.

"Oh Emma... you look beautiful" my mother coos, scanning me up and down but my father just remains quiet.

"What do you think Emma?" My dad questions sceptically.

"I love it, it's beautiful but it's not me" I let my mother down gently because I know how much my mother adored this dress. It's classy but I'm not much of a classic woman. "Reginas going to be gorgeous, I want to wow her just as much as she does me"

My father stands up looking through the gowns on the rail. He skips through a few and lands his fingers on one in particular.

The upper half is beaded to perfection in a stunning pattern leaving a mesh pattern in the cleavage. A smaller waistband and an elegant mesh skirt. Definitely comfortable and much more me.

"This could actually work dad, thank you" I grin, he follows me to the changing room where I pull in the train of my dress and accept the other dress from my dad before closing the curtain. The woman undos my back and allows me to step out the dress, then helps me into my new one and zips the little zip that stops only a quarter of the way up my back. I then turn around and gander in the mirror and that's when I know.

This is the dress.

I wonder out to my parents feeling so much lighter without the added weight of the skirt. It's comfortable and light, it's beautiful and perfect.

I straighten out the skirt and peer down, running my hands along my hips and finally my eyes flick to my dads. He's hiding his true emotions but I see those glossy eyes as he covers his arms over his chest like a proud father would in this very moment.

"Wow Emma, you look..." he stops mid-sentence as he wipes away his falling tear and swallows the big obstacle blocking his throat.

"Mom? What do you think?" I question softly, she stands up and walks over to me, taking in the material of the skirt through her finger tips and then cups my cheeks.

I see the passion and love in her eyes. "I love it, this is the dress for you" she coos placing a kiss to my temple before brushing past me and retrieving her old vail. She clips it into my hair and adjusts it slightly laying it down on the floor and showing the small trail it leaves as I walk. She looks at me once more and covers her mouth as her tears fall freely. "Oh Emma, this is perfect"

I cannot hold back anymore, I cannot help but cry but it's a good cry. Never did I ever think I'd be here in this moment shopping for a wedding dress while preparing to marry my best friend.

So we leave the store, buying this dress of course. I cannot wait to see how sexy Regina looks in whichever dress she picks.

Right I almost forgot to give you a little hint. My reception dress, I've gone a little out of the ordinary, normally my mother would advise me to wear a dress which shows purity, like white, or silver, or pale pink or yellow but I've gone for a colour that Regina would love. Red. I suppose you shall see it on the wedding day, but until then... you have the colour.

I head back home, and soon after Regina shows up. She waltzes in and kisses me sweetly on the lips, like always my arms snake around her waist and tug her close as her head rests upon my chest.

"How did today go?" She asks. "Did you find your dress?"

"I did" I grin widely, pecking her lips yet again. "How about you? Did you find a venue?"

"I did" she replies, pulling the phone out of her jean pocket. She unlocks the device and shows me the image she had taken.

It's truly perfect, surrounded by trees, nature, roses and sun, could it get any better. It truly is amazing and so subtle with detail but perfection.

"Regina it's beautiful" I grin. "It's perfect actually" I peck her temple again. "Just one more week until I marry you"

"I can't wait" Regina squeals all excited. "Now let's go see our babies" we walk hand in hand to see Zelena playing with all three babies, while of course Henry plays the Xbox.

Our babies are kicking wild and squeezing with joy as Robin is now sitting up and babbling.

"How was your wedding planning today, did you get a gorgeous dress?" Zelena asks, immediately I'm nodding along. "Is it sexy? Does it show cleavage? Is it long or short? Does it have detail?"

"Woah, you know I can't tell you while Regina is here" I chuckle, dismissing all her questions. "It's hella cute and that's all I'm saying until you see me wearing it down that isle in a weeks time"

She sulks and soon swoops up our baby niece, resting her on her hip. "I should probably get going, Belle and I are having date night and Granny is watching Robin"

"Agh we could of had her, it wouldn't have been a problem at all" I reply, looking to the little baby blonde with sparkling blue eyes and reaching my fingers to tickle her little tummy earning a soft giggle in return.

"I know you would have, but you and Regina need you time also" she whispers. "I heard sex goes downhill after marriage so I assumed you'd be at it every night before you wed" as she says this my mother walks in, coming to see the babies but Regina doesn't notice.

"Not to worry sis, nothing goes downhill with Emma and I, Emma's orgasms will only get more and more louder and intense" Regina giggles, turning her head and seeing my mother stood in the doorway as I just stand utterly flabbergasted without a word coming to mind. How I wish Regina wasn't so open with our entire family. "Oops..." she stutters as she sees my mother shocked but soon bursts into laughter as I blush harder. Damn.