Author's Note: I'm really excited for Emma Approved, but I'm just waiting for this to get overrun with Emma Approved fanfiction. In the meantime I'm going to be posting some of my short Emma one-shots. Enjoy!

"Mr. Knightley, won't you play with me?" Emma asked peeking her head out from under the table.

"Emma," he began. He was going to tell her that he had to talk with her father, John, and Isabella, but he saw the look on her face and sighed, "alright, I will play with you." Her got up off his chair and knelt down beside her.

"This is Miss Jones and Mr. Fitzroy. They are to be married. We are playing their wedding." She showed him her dolls, adorned in their wedding clothes.

"Do they have Christian names or are they only Miss Jones and Mr. Fitzroy?"

"No. They shall be Miss Jones and Mr. Fitzroy until they are married," she told him in a matter of fact manner.

"Very well," he said and she handed him the Mr. Fitzroy doll. He glanced up at his brother and her sister. They were in deep conversation, unnoticed by the oblivious Mr. Woodhouse. He was going on about scarves while the two conversed quietly. He shook his head and smiled. He was certain that his brother would be proposing soon and that there would be a real wedding for Emma to attend. Surely she would take delight in helping her sister shop for wedding clothes and getting a new dress of her own.

"Here, you must place him over there. He must wait at the altar for his bride," she commanded. She pointed to a spot at the far edge of the table where she had created a makeshift altar with flowers.

"I am aware. I know how weddings work." He said as he moved the doll to the altar.

"But you are not married," she crossed her arms.

"Neither are you!"

"No matter, just get Mr. Fitzroy to the altar and keep him there. He must wait for his lovely bride to come down the aisle. He just be in awe of her and her beauty." She hummed a wedding march as she moved her doll down the aisle. "You must say something romantic Mr. Knightley, Mr. Fitzroy is terribly sentimental."

"Emma! I cannot do romantic speeches. Instead, Mr. Fitzroy will be silent at the altar, admiring his bride in silence."

"But that is terribly unromantic! How can they be married if he does not make grand declarations in front of everyone?"

"Ha! You have much to learn about love."

"So do you Mr. Knightley! I have never seen you even try to romance a woman. You will never get a wife like this. Perhaps I shall find you a wife. What sort of woman would you wish to marry?"

"Perhaps I do not wish to marry, have you thought of that? And if I did, I would not go to you for advice or for help in choosing a bride."

"All men wish to get married just as ladies do."

"Wrong again, Emma!"

"Mr. Knightley, you are so infuriating! Please return Mr. Fitzroy to me. I no longer wish to play with you. I swear I shall never play bride and groom with you again!"

"Alright," he said standing up and returning to the adults. He was certain she would ask him to play with her the very next day. She could not stay mad at him for long and he could not stay mad at her either. He sat back down and rejoined the conversation with Mr. Woodhouse about scarves and proper garments for the coming winter.

Emma finished the wedding on her own, giving her own romantic speech as Mr. Fitzroy. Mr. Knightley was no fun; she swore she would never play with him again. Mr. Knightley had no romantic qualities and she was certain he would never marry.