David takes Emma's arm and smiles at her. They begin walking down the aisle, where Hook awaits at the altar. Emma's smile turns more into a frown the closer they get to her fiancée. Regina, from the front row, notices Emma's uneasiness and decides to act on her own. She looks over at Henry, and he nods knowingly. Regina clenches her fists and boldly steps out onto the aisle in front of Emma blocking her way. "No," she says simply. (Feel free to rephrase anything you want)
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Emma’s heart thuds as she approaches the hall. Cold feet. That’s what people keep telling her, that it’s just cold feet, but she can’t help but wonder if this was her happy ending, wouldn’t those nerves and niggling doubts have faded by now?
“Ready?” David asks with a smile as he offers her his arm.
Emma slips her arm into his with a hesitant nod before plastering on a smile. This is her fairytale wedding. She should be happy. This should feel perfect…and yet…something doesn’t feel right.
As they begin walking closer she spots Regina and Henry, and for a moment her smile becomes genuine. She looks at her family and feels a spark of hope, her heart fluttering in her chest. It’s then as she turns to face her fiancee that she realises what’s wrong.
Her smile drops into a frown as her stomach churns. This is her wedding day. A day for happiness and hope…and now there’s no turning back. Her heart hammers with fear as they get closer to the altar and she wonders if it’s too late to run.
Regina frowns as she watches Emma walk up the aisle. She doesn’t even really want to be here. Every second makes her heart ache but Emma asked her to be here and so did Henry, so for them she put on a dress and threw on a smile and did her best to make peace.
She did it by telling herself that Emma would be happy but standing here watching Emma’s smile morph into fearful uneasiness, she wonders if she should have stepped up sooner, if it might have made a difference.
By instinct she turns to Henry who simply stares knowingly at her before whispering, “It’s not too late Mom.”
She sucks in a deep breath before clenching her fists and stepping out into the aisle.
“What the bloody hell…” Hook begins to ask before trailing off as he watches Emma turn her full attention to Regina.
“No,” Regina says simply to Emma.
“Regina,” Charming whispers back, “We’re trying to walk up the aisle here.”
Regina shakes her head, “No…Emma…it’s not too late.”
At this Hook marches down, “I don’t know what you think you’re doing love, but this is our wedding day and we don’t need the Evil Queen barging in.”
“She’s not barging in,” Emma says finally speaking up, “She’s saving me…Hook…I…I’m so sorry…” she turns to Regina unsure what else to say, “Are you sure it’s not too late?”
Regina offers her her hand which Emma takes with ease, before replying, “It’s never too late.” She smiles at Emma squeezing her hand softly before turning. Hand in hand, they run - as best they can in their wedding high heels - back down the aisle and out the door.
They run until they reach the pier, collapsing onto a park bench. Emma laughs…she’s not sure from exhilaration or pure panic before frowning down at her dress. She waves her hand poofing into a sweater and jeans before turning to Regina, “Thank you.”
“For what? Ruining your fairytale wedding? Your parents are probably preparing to put my head on a stick,” Regina quips.
Emma chuckles as she reaches for Regina pulling her in for a hug, “Thank you for reminding me that it wasn’t too late for me to find my happy ending.”