It was around eight p.m. Emma Swan quickly got out of her car, followed closely by Henry Mills. The rain was pouring heavily, and both mother and son hurried to Regina Mills' front door and pressed the door bell. After five long minutes, Regina finally opened up the door. Regina was wearing a back, long sleeved silky dress, very fitted that showed every generous curve of her slender body. Her short dark hair were let lose as usual, and smelled of apple shampoo.

"Just look at you, Henry!" Regina scolded her son, as she saw Henry completely drenched. "Go dry yourself up, and take a shower. I would not want you getting sick and missing school!"

Henry ran inside and Regina's attention was drawn to Emma. Emma was drenched was well, water dripping from her red leather jacket and her lovely blond hair.

"Well, I should get going…" started Emma.

At that exact moment, Regina felt an unexplained urge of kissing Emma on those pink and wet lips. Before realizing what she was doing, Regina stepped towards Emma and said;

"You can come inside, if you wish to do so. I haven't got any company for months. I would not mind you come inside for a little while." Emma showed signs of hesitation, and reluctantly accepted.

She removed her red jacket and hanged it, and Regina brought her a dry towel. Emma dried her long, blond hair while Regina disappeared into the kitchen. The latter came back with two glasses of red wine, and offered one to Emma.

"As I was saying earlier, I haven't got any adult company since your mother killed mine" Regina said coldly, sipping her red wine. "Mary Margaret did not have any choice." snapped back Emma. "And remember, Cora did try to set you up for Archie's murder, so that you would be vulnerable and easy to get to." Emma added, in a sarcastic tone.

"My mother did not have her heart, and that is why I wanted to give it back to her. And your mother had me killing her instead." retorted back Regina, before placing her glass of wine carefully on the table.

Now, Emma felt really annoyed.

"Oh my god, this is going nowhere." She uttered, rolling her eyes sarcastically, "I should not have agreed to come inside. You will just spend all night insulting me or my mother."

Emma started to leave. She was walking toward the door when she suddenly realized something. Regina had not bothered to answer back. Emma turned around and saw Regina, leaning on her white chimney, and stroking a white steed placed on the top of it with, her right index following its each and every curve. There was something about that woman at that particular time. It was something that Emma had never really paid close attention to. Regina seemed so frail at that exact moment. Regina seemed lost in her thoughts, and on her face, there was nothing to be read but sadness. She looked like someone who wanted to be loved, desperately. And she looked fragile, and lonely. Emma suddenly realized something; nobody had bothered to ask Regina how she had been doing since Cora's death. No one had asked Regina how she had been dealing with her mother's death. None of the inhabitants of Storybrook had asked her how she was since she Cora had died. And maybe that was why Regina was talking about Cora. All she wanted was someone to listen to her. Emma walked back to Regina, who seemed suddenly aware of Emma's presence.

"You are not leaving, Miss Swan?" Regina asked, perplexed.

"I am sorry about your loss, Regina. I know what it feels like to be lonely."

Regina did not move. She looked like someone trying hard not to cry. However, silent tears started to flow on her rosy check. Emma held her in her arms, and instinctively, Regina tried to break free from Emma's arms. However, instead of letting go, Emma held her closer and stronger to her side and Regina finally burst into tears, and the two women felt down, still locked up in a tight embrace. Emma could smell Regina's hair now. She was holding Regina close enough to smell the delicious apple scent of her hair.

Regina stayed liked this for five minutes, unable to think of anything else but the bitter truth of her reality- She was alone, Henry had gone distant, and her mother was dead. She had nothing left. She was lonely.

"All I wanted was to win, a once…" she said, almost in a whisper.

"You can, just try to be the person Henry wants you to be." Emma answered back, carefully stroking Regina's dark, silky smooth hair. Regina raised her head, and stared back at Emma. There was something about Emma that made Regina completely calm. She felt as if that woman was totally able to understand her emotions, her feelings, her ups, and her down. Emma carefully kissed Regina on her forehead, and then, on her lips.

"I can help you become that person, all you need is love." Emma whispered softly in Regina's ear.

"What is happening between us?' asked Regina. "Is it right?"

Emma kissed her again on her lips, applying slightly more pressure this time. Regina body quivered softly as their lips slowly parted.

"Does it feel right to you, Regina Mills?" asked Emma, in a soft tone.

"Yes." murmured Regina.

Emma and Regina went to the sofa and Emma handed Regina her glass of wine, and sat on her left side. Regina slowly sipped her wine, before placing it on the table in front of her.

"Do you really want this? Do you want us to be a something?" Regina asked.

"There could be an "Us" if we really want it to happen." Replied Emma, placing her right hand slowly and gently on Regina's left thigh.

"Henry does not have to me my son or yours. He can be our son." added Emma Swan, putting emphasis on the word "Our" as she spoke up to Regina Mills.

Suddenly, all Emma had ever thought of Regina was gone. In front of her was not the woman she considered as evil, and manipulating. All that she was now saying was a frail woman, who wanted her son to love her back as much as she loved him. All she was seeing was a woman who had been though lots of ordeal. Emma was sitting in front of that woman who had a great personality, and strong will power, determined to win no matter what. And there was something also something else she was seeing. Something that she never thought she would. She saw Regina's incredible beauty, and to her surprise, she liked what she was seeing.

"What are you staring at, Emma?" Regina smooth voice brought Emma back to reality.

"You," replied Emma, "You are beautiful, Miss Mills."

To Emma's great surprise, Regina blushed.

"Emma, you are still here!" Henry shouted happily as he was coming down the stairs, his hair still damp.

"Yes." answered back Regina, "We have to learn to know each other, and at least try getting along- for your sake."

"That's good." replied Henry, his mouth widening into a smile.

"Go to bed," Regina said to Henry, "I'll come to tuck you in a little while."

Henry left the room.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Emma?" asked Regina again. "I am a very complicated woman, and there are things I did in the past."

"I know what I want, and what I want is you. You have an incredible personality, and you are an amazing woman. All I know is that I want to be here for you, and Henry. And I do want to raise him as our own." replied Emma.

Regina turned around to make sure Henry was nowhere around, and this time, she was the one who kissed Emma first.

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