Title: Bid Memories Return

Spoilers: Anything up until Episode 7 is fair game.

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time and I'm certainly not making any money off this fic.

Author's Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who followed along with me from the beginning. This was a labour of love for me and I'm so overwhelmed with all the positive feedback I've received the last month and a half. Your encouraging words were what kept my story going. Enjoy this final chapter... It's ninety nine percent fluff!

The Fourteenth and Final Chapter

Two months later

It was three days before his wedding and James wasn't surprised by all the signs of bad luck that kept crossing his path the closer his wedding day got. It scared him somewhat, especially when he thought back to what happened to his first wedding... But he was determined to see it through. Mary Margaret Blanchard was going to be David Nolan's wife in three days come hell or high water!

"I don't care if the four horsemen of the apocalypse decide to descend upon earth on our wedding day. Nothing is going to stop us from getting married." James told his wife as he came into their bedroom. "Famine, war, pestilence and death will not stop me from marrying you."

Snow chuckled at her husband, "Aren't you being a little bit dramatic?"

"No." James answered.

"Honey, what exactly do you expect will go wrong?" Snow asked, as she approached him in nothing but her white, lace nightgown.

"How can you ask that? Especially after what happened at our first wedding." James said, throwing his hands up.

Despite the fact that James was in a bit of a foul mood, he couldn't help but be captivated by his beautiful wife. She had since grown her hair out again and looked almost the same as she did before they were cursed. Her dark hair gorgeously cascaded past her shoulders in loose shimmering waves. She was in his favourite nightgown that he admitted to himself left only a little for the imagination. God, how he adored her. There was always something about his wife, from the moment they met, that broke through his defenses and reached his heart.

Snow sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck. She fiddled aimlessly with the short lock of hair behind his ear. Her sweet body, pressed against his, almost made him forget what he was so upset about. Her feminine curves have always had that effect on him. "Talk to me, darling." Snow said to him.

"A black cat crossed my path today." James said, dejectedly.

"Charming, you don't honestly believe in that superstition do you?" Snow asked her husband.

"Oh, and I caught a glimpse of your wedding dress when Emma brought it home this afternoon." James said, ignoring his wife's question.

"Well, I wasn't wearing it. It's only bad luck if I was in the dress when you saw it. And you know what, even if you did it wouldn't matter because there's no such thing as good or bad luck." Snow said.

"I just... I just don't want to take the chance. I want everything to go smoothly." James said.

"So do I, but I don't believe in bad luck." Snow said, playfully touching the tip of his nose with her own.

James was determined to prove his point, "And you know what, just an hour ago I accidentally broke Emma's hand mirror."

"Oh no, the ivory one? That's her favourite! You'd better replace that before she notices." Snow told her husband.

"Darling, you're missing the point. Breaking a mirror entails seven years of bad luck!" James said, exasperated.

"Charming, after the twenty eight years that we've just been through, trust me, a broken mirror is the least of my worries." Snow answered. "And anyway, I've never known you to be superstitious. I didn't think you believed in the stuff."

"I do when it comes to our wedding!"

James couldn't believe it, but his wife had the audacity to grin at him. "You're lucky that one of us still has a good head on their shoulders."

Snow got up from her husband's lap and sent him a seductive glance. She untied the back of her nightgown then proceeded to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "We're already married, James. I'm yours now. A legal document isn't going to make me anymore yours than I already am. Our marriage is sealed and consummated and Saturday's ceremony is a mere formality."

James couldn't help but lose his train of thought. His wife was certainly doing a good job of getting his mind off his worries. It wasn't long before he realized Snow had taken his shirt off and deposited it on the floor next to their bed. The little minx then began to work on his pants. He couldn't help it but his heart was racing. He noticed the self-satisfied look on his wife's face when she saw the effect she had on him. James knew that over the years Snow had always had a subtle way of controlling him, albeit skilfully, in her own sweet, loving way. He knew some men would've resented that from their wives. But James was too charmed by his, to bring himself to care.

"I know we're already married, and you've always been my wife in my heart. But I won't find peace until Saturday's over... Until you're legally mine. God, I can't wait for our wedding day to get here." James said.

"Well, I'm rather eager for the wedding night." Snow said, "What do you say we have a bit of practice? You know, just to make sure the wedding night goes without a hitch."

"You don't have to ask me twice." He answered.

"James," Snow whispered in her husband's ear, her arms around his neck, "Love me."

"I do... I always have." James answered his wife, as he covered her body with his own.

The following morning

"So what time will the boys meet us at Granny's?" Snow asked her daughter.

"They'll meet us there at one. I told David not to spoil Henry's lunch before then." Emma answered.

Snow and Emma were doing last minute preparations for the wedding which was only two days away. James took Henry out with him to do their part for the wedding. Snow was so glad that her wedding not only gave her and Emma time to bond, but it also gave her husband and grandson time to get to know one another better. Grandson... Wow... She was still getting used to that. The image of Henry all excited to spend a few hours with James melted her heart.

"Yeah, your father does have a tendency to spoil Henry whenever he gets a chance. I think it's his way of making up for the years he should've been spoiling you." Snow said.

"He is wonderful with Henry..." Emma said, thoughtfully, "You know, I wonder a lot now about the childhood I could've had if you hadn't had to give me up. I used to always make myself believe that my birth parents were messed up druggies that would've just screwed me up even more had they tried to raise me... Now, it just makes me sad to realize I actually had amazing parents... And that we lost so many years together."

Snow embraced her daughter, "Oh, Emma... There's no sense in dwelling on the what ifs... What's done is done, we can't turn back time. But I promise you that we'll never be separated again. You found us. We're a family now, and all the stronger for it."

"I know."

"Anyway... I'm surprised Regina allowed Henry to spend some time with us." Snow said to Emma, trying to change the subject.

"She didn't. Henry told her he'd be at a classmate's house working on a school project." Emma answered.

"And she bought that?" Snow asked, incredulously.

"She wants to believe it, so she does." Emma said, chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Snow asked.

"I asked Henry the same thing a while back, and that's what he told me... Anyway..."

"Emma... Are you sure you should be encouraging Henry to lie to Regina like this? I mean, she is his... guardian." Snow said, unable to say 'mother'.

"Considering the alternative which is to not see him at all... I'll take this for now." Emma said.

Snow realizing her daughter was right just shrugged her shoulders in answer.

"By the way, I'm sorry you and David can't have a real honeymoon. The fact that you're both stuck here in Storybrooke puts a damper on your options." Emma said.

Snow smiled, wryly, "Yeah well, what can we do? Besides, your father and I had a wonderful honeymoon the first time around... That is, aside from the fact that I was always sick in the mornings and then worried sick in the evenings thinking about my stepmother's impending curse."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... whoa. You were pregnant with me during your honeymoon? You and David did it before you got married?" Emma asked, looking incredulously at her mother.

Snow blushed at her daughter's inquiry, "Well... It was only that one time. And anyway, I was a princess not a saint... Whatever, just blame your father."

Emma just laughed, "I really can't picture you as the rebel princess... Or that my father would seduce an innocent young lady."

"You assume he did the seducing... Anyway, you've just known me so long as Mary Margaret... Trust me, I wasn't nearly as docile as Princess Snow White." Snow told her daughter.

"Still..." Emma said, grinning at her mother.

"Alright, enough of that. No more teasing your mom, young lady. We've got a ton of things to finish before one o'clock and I intend to get it all done. What else do we have left to do?" Snow asked.

"We have to purchase some thank you cards for all the presents you're sure to get. We also have to get the last of the wedding favours... And oh yeah, we also have to pay for the reception hall. Other than that... We're pretty much done." Emma answered.

"Alright, then let's get going."

The wedding day

Snow woke up and stretched lazily in her bed. A small frown formed on her face when she realized she was alone. She then remembered that her husband had left her the night before so as to follow tradition and not see the bride the morning of the wedding.

My charming, superstitious prince, she thought with a sleepy smile. Her thoughts were interrupted when Emma came bursting into the room.

"Mary, what are you doing still in bed? You're getting married in two hours and you still have eye krispies!" Emma practically yelled.

Snow couldn't help it, but she burst out laughing, "Thanks, Emma. Don't I feel like a beautiful, blushing bride now."

"I'm serious! Get up!"

"Wow, I had no idea when I made you maid of honour that you'd take your job so seriously." Snow mumbled.

Emma just gave her a glare.

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up." Snow told her daughter.

"Aren't you even the least bit nervous? This is your wedding day after all." Emma said.

"I am... And I'm not. Remember, honey... Your father and I are already married. This is all just a formality. And besides, we have two and a half hours to get ready. That my dear, is plenty of time."

"No, it isn't. This isn't fairytale land where you have hundreds of servants at your beck and call. You've got me. And that's all. So hurry up!" Emma said, completely exasperated.

"Ok, I'm coming, I'm coming." Snow said, knowing it was time to leave her nice warm bed.

At the chapel, two and a half hours later

Emma stood at the front of the chapel, next to the priest awaiting her parents' arrival. Henry stood across from her, looking ever so handsome in his rented tux. She could see the pride in his face at having been chosen as best man.

She had to admit that she was surprised Regina had allowed Henry to attend his grandparents' wedding. But then again, Henry was his mother's son. He would not have accepted 'no' as an answer, especially after being told he'd be the best man. And Emma knew Regina was desperate to keep Henry's affections, and so in the end she had let him attend the wedding.

Her father had told her how the queen had crashed her parents' wedding the first time around. Because of that, she had instructed the security guards not to let anyone in that wasn't on the guest list... So far, so good.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the organist began to play the wedding processional music. She looked up and saw her parents make their way down the aisle, her mother's arm, entwined with her father's. It was a sight she would never forget.

The look of pride etched on her father's face when he looked at her mother was one she would carve in her heart and keep for the rest of her days. Her mother looked gorgeous in her white chiffon wedding dress. There was an air of regality surrounding her parents. For the first time she saw her mother and father for the prince and princess they truly were.

She chuckled inwardly realizing that she herself was actually a princess... albeit a princess belonging to a world no longer in existence. When she was a little girl she had always wanted to be a princess... Life's little ironies, she mused.

When her parents reached the altar she walked up to them and embraced them both at the same time. "I love you... mom... dad. I'm so happy for you both."

Her mother started tearing up, obviously very touched by the gesture. She looked up to see her father smiling and looking very pleased. She gave them both a wink for good luck then stepped back and let them take centre stage so to speak. Emma looked at her son who gave her one of his patented, knowing grins.

The priest began his speech and the guests sat back down allowing the ceremony to proceed.

Emma watched her parents listen intently to the priest. It amazed her how much they loved each other. In the last several months she's been living with her parents, she bore witness to their complete and utter dedication to each other. One was only half a person without the other. They had overcome seemingly impossible odds to get to this moment. It was a moment they truly deserved.

After several more minutes of vows and promises, the ceremony was almost at an end. The priest, indicating that it was almost over, said to the groom, "You may now kiss the bride."

Emma watched her father look down at her mother with absolute devotion. There was a twinkle in her father's eyes and a knowing look in her mother's. It was as if they were communicating silently... An inside joke only they understood. It was rather... charming to watch.

And she wasn't the only one enthralled by her parents' affection for one another. The intense feelings between them seemed to cast a spell over the guests. Everyone was so silent, clearly anticipating that first kiss between husband and wife. She could've heard a pin drop.

Her father gently lifted her mother's chin and lowered his lips to hers. The moment their mouths touched she felt a cold rush of air seemingly go through her. It seemed she wasn't the only one as a loud murmur could be heard in the crowd. She turned to look at her parents who seemed oblivious to everything, still lost in each other's gaze.

Her parents turned back towards the priest waiting for him to continue, but the priest looked like he just saw a ghost. "Is everything alright, father?" Emma's mother asked.

Then a man in the crowd yelled, "Prince James!" Emma looked closer and realized it was Leroy.

Emma was about to say something, when another voice spoke out, "Princessa Snow White!" She looked to the back of the chapel and saw that it was Marco, the town's mechanic.

It couldn't be, could it? All the guests looked like they were coming out of a daze. Emma looked at her parents and both looked hopeful, obviously thinking the same thing she was.

"I knew it! I knew it!" Henry ran to his mother, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Oh... my... God." Emma couldn't help but say.

The End