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If you could write a note to your younger self, what would you say in only two words?

Thanks! The hope and the dream is that it gets enough recognition for the chance to be published. I actually realized that voting will still continue on for another week, so if anyone loves Letters from War and would like to help me out in the Fandom contest on Inkitt, you still have time to click the link and give LFW a heart at the bottom of the page :D

I didn’t write a sequel, but I did a companion piece called Meetings and E-Cards  and I also did this when IM hit over 1000 favourites: 

It was today. Today that Emma and Regina had been waiting for for over a year.

Their wedding day.

The hall where the ceremony was held was decorated elegantly, Regina’s careful designer eye scrutinizing every detail from the picking of the white and red fabrics that draped the floor to ceiling windows to the white and red roses lining the arch at the head of the hall. The chairs were lined up, covered in white cloth as roses were scattered along the aisle where the brides would soon walk out from.

To keep up appearances as Mayor, Regina had invited almost all of Storybrooke, and the large room was filled with excited chatter at the prospect of watching their hard ass Mayor finally settle down and tie the knot.

The chatter died down as soon as the music began. Mary Margaret, dressed in a red knee length bridesmaid dress carrying a single white rose, glided down the aisle, her eyes watering in excitement for her friend. Kathryn followed soon after wearing an identical dress and a wide grin. Finally, Henry appeared at the back of the aisle dressed handsomely in his tuxedo. He looked to his right and then to his left, and right on cue, both his mothers appeared from opposite entrances, veils covering their faces, white silk gowns adorning their bodies and a red rose bouquet held firmly in their shaky grasps.

They approached their son at the same time, taking a moment to soak in the image of their soon-to-be wife.

Emma grinned through her veil, mouthing a faint ‘hi’ and was received with a wide smile from her brunette counterpart. Chancing one final glance at each other, both women weaved their arms through Henry’s as their son walked his mothers down the aisle.

Pictures were snapped, capturing the family make the short walk to the alter where a judge stood ready to officiate their marriage. When they reached the alter, Henry stood on his tippy toes giving both Emma and Regina a kiss on the cheek before he turned to sit beside David in the front row.

Emma handed her bouquet to Mary Margaret before turning to face Regina. The blonde took a step closer, and with nervous hands, she lifted the veil to reveal the woman she was moments away from spending her life with. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in Regina’s face. Gone was the dark make up that usually had grown men shaking in their boots. Instead, Regina glowed. The light gold of her eyeshadow brought out the deep chocolate of her eyes, but nothing shined brighter than the brunette’s smile.

Emma grinned, dropping her hands to allow Regina to do the same, pleased when the Mayor held a similar reaction at Emma’s perfectly made up face.

“Hi,” Regina recalled the blonde’s earlier words in a whisper.

Emma stepped forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of Regina’s mouth before taking her hand and facing the judge.

The ceremony went by in a quick blur, and only a couple of times did Emma forget the vows she was supposed to repeat causing a chuckle from the crowd and her future wife. Finally, the blonde slipped the gold band around Regina’s finger, relieved that the brunette was just as anxious as she. She grinned when Regina slipped the band on her finger, and all but tuned out the judge proclaiming them joined in matrimony when she became lost in a sea of deep brown eyes. The clap from their guests was the only signal she had that they were officially wed, and with little prompt, Emma closed the distance between them, a hand on Regina’s waist and one just under her chin as she whispered into the older woman’s mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Regina replied breathily before connecting their lips in their first kiss as wives.

Their lips touched, and like always, sparks exploded behind their eyelids as they moved together in sync. With their eyes shut, they weren’t aware of the blast of magic emitting from them and the dazed and confused looks of their guests. It was only when they broke apart and realized that the crowd was eerily quiet for a wedding did Emma begin to look around in confusion.