A/N: I can't believe it's been a little over a year since It Grew With a Bump was over and well, I do hope my writing has improved since then because boy, oh boy, did I reread it and cringe. Here's the long-promised sequel. It's mostly going to be based on their honeymoon, I have some of it thought of and I'll figure out the rest as I go on.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own Once Upon a Time or its characters, however, I do own the idea behind this story and MJ, that rebellious kid is mine, and every other character that is unknown to the Once fandom. And oh, my mistakes, I own those too.

Important note: There will be quite some changes in this story, starting with the name of Regina's bakery. Originally, it was called the Forbidden Fruit but by the time I was done writing IGWAB, I realized there had been another fanfic with a bakery with a similar name, I don't know how it didn't cross my mind because I've read that story and I loved it (I'm sure hundreds of others do too, and I'm sure y'all know which one I'm talking about) but it didn't quite feel right to me seeing as they'd done it before me, so I'm changing the name to Fairytale Fridays instead. So, if you notice that change somewhere along, now you know why. Now with that being said, I also wanted to point out that in the previous one, Robin and Regina weren't legally married but after giving it a thought, I realized this would work better for both parts. I think that's about it, enjoy!

Prologue

"Mom, Henry took my hat again!"

Roland shouted, probably for the fourth or fifth time this past hour alone. Regina couldn't recall the exact amount, but it's been going on and on since the morning, and it'd be a darn lie if she claimed she hated it. She loved it. Absolutely loved it.

Not their arguments or childish fights, of course not. What sane mother would enjoy her children's constant bickering? But the way their little banters made the house much more livelier. That's what she loved.

"Henry, give your brother his hat back!" She called out, dragging her words and rolling her eyes at the sound of footsteps rushing across the hallway. She continued chopping the apples before tossing them into the large bowl beside her with the rest of the cut up fruits, then drenched them in mango juice. It was her version of a fruit salad, although she was certain that there were others out there in the world who did it the same way as her, but she was yet to meet someone who shared a similar taste, someone other than her family members, that is.

It was mid-June and oddly, the weather was somewhat in between. Not cold enough for thick sweaters and cosy coats, but not too hot to strip down into nothing but underwear either. It was warm, with gentle blows of fresh breeze. Unlike her children who ran around wearing their swim trunks, Regina dressed decently in a pair of blue skinny jeans and a short-sleeved, forest green blouse — Robin's favorite — to greet their guests.

Her family, which now included Emma. Although, she'd always considered the blonde a part of her family.

Regina wouldn't call it a reunion, not everyone was attending, it was more of a small family gathering instead. Her parents decided to visit again, so she took the opportunity to invite over aunt Eva and uncle Leo, their daughter Mary Margaret and her small family too.

"Mom!"

Roland screeched, and she winced, squinting at the high-pitched sound that was drawn out of her eight-year-old. Goodness gracious.

"Catch me if you can!"

She heard Henry challenge before bursting out in a fit of giggles as he bolted past her and out of the backdoor, into the backyard and with a splash, he'd jumped straight into the swimming pool. Regina took a step back and tilted her head slightly to the side, peeking out only to find a hat floating about the surface of the water and her middle child stomping his foot in annoyance by it. It took everything in her not to laugh.

The doorbell rang and before she even had the chance to set down the fruit bowl cradled in her arms to answer it, she heard tiny footsteps padding down the wooden floor along the corridor, followed by an overly excited voice.

"I get it, I get it!"

She chuckled, shaking her head lightly. "What do we say before we open the door, MJ?" Regina reminded, but the only response she got in return was a little princess with a potty mouth, grunting and banging her small fists against the door.

"It's not bloody open!" MJ huffed.

Without a doubt, she was Robin's daughter, and speaking of the devil, she heard his laugh and then felt his lips press over her cheek.

"I'll get it," he offered, walking past her and disappearing into the hallway, and moments after, the house became twice as loud.

She loved this. A big family. Her family.

Dinner was served a couple of hours later when the rest of her guests arrived. A long table with all sorts of dishes laid across, enough to feed a village, or her boys for two meals. They had quite the appetite those Locksley's, and she loved it. Not so much having to go into town for groceries every two days or so, though.

Everyone carried their food outside and ate on the wooden, rectangular picnic table by the swimming pool while watching the kids as they ran across the backyard, playing along with each other and Remington, their rescued mutt. A crazy, but sweet, mutt. He fit into their family perfectly.

They got a breath of fresh air as they ate and talked, and the children played not far from them, and it couldn't have gotten any better than that.

"So, any desserts?" Cora asked, shifting her gaze from her grandchildren to her daughter, a proud smile plastered over her face.

Henry Sr. laughed rather loudly at his wife's question and shook his head in disbelief. "You're asking our daughter, who just so happens to own a bakery, if she made any desserts?"

"He's got a point, you know." Robin agreed, and in return, received a firm smack across the bicep from Regina. "Ouch."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Actually, I did make a few. I thought we might need a little breather before I serve them, give us some time to digest some of the food we ate."

"And give us more space for the sweet stuff." Mary Margaret stated with a grin.

"And a little extra time to catch up — tell me, how are you two doing? It's been a while." Aunt Eva inquired, flashing the pair a smile.

"Great."

"Wonderful."

Robin and Regina answered in unison, they looked over at one another, then laughed.

"As you can see, we're doing wonderfully great." Robin added reassuringly with a grin, one arm snaking around Regina's waist, pulling her closer to his side and she happily scooched further in his embrace.

They were so sickly sweet sometimes and she loved it. She loved the affection Robin presented her with, she loved the love he showered her with every day since the day they'd met. And speaking of love.

Regina cleared her throat. "Robin and I have something to tell you," she announced.

"Are you having another baby?"

"Are you pregnant?"

Her mother and aunt Eva exclaimed, and Mary Margaret squealed in excitement, that didn't quite last long, faltering the moment she shook her head.

"God, no," Regina murmured then quickly added, "I mean, Robin and I haven't discussed that, we didn't even think about it until…well, until you guys just brought it up."

Some sighed in disappointment, others were relieved, much like herself. Three were more than enough, the boys and MJ were a handful, although the thought of having another daughter did appeal to her, a daughter that wouldn't throw a tantrum over wearing dresses and pretty headbands, and rather run around in her underwear and play in mud instead.

"Then if not that, what is it, dear?" Cora asked.

"Well, Robin and I, we're getting married."

There were a few gasps, and confusion was written all over their faces. Rightfully so. To their family and most of their friends, they were already married, but to themselves, it was all just an act. Sure, there were legal documents that proved them to be a married couple, but they were just papers they signed for personal reasons and then kept it as it is to process the boys' adoption papers faster and easier. They deserved a little ceremony for themselves, at least, that's what Robin repeatedly told her.

He wanted to see her in white, walking down the aisle, given away by her father. It was every daughter's dream, he knew it was hers too, though she never said it out loud but that's how Robin was. He knew her all too well.

"Like, an actual wedding?" Aunt Eva gaped.

"Just the ceremony, a party of sort. We never had that, and I think Regina deserves her special day." Robin explained, and her heart soared with love, she gave his hand a squeeze, and he brought hers up to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

Cora beamed, clasping her hands together in joy. "I'll get to see you in a wedding dress!"

"And I'll actually walk you down the aisle." Henry Sr. said, and for a split second she was overwhelmed with guilt, but it soon disappeared, pushed out of her thoughts at the feeling of arms pulling her in for a hug and kisses pressed to the side of her head.

One minute she was tangled up in Robin's arms and the other she was tossed back and forth between her parents, all laughing in pure happiness.

A/N: Let me know what you think and I do promise, even though the updates might not be regular, the following chapters will be longer than this one. This was but a prologue.