One-shots based on various ways that the secret relationship between Emma and Regina would be discovered by various people. Some funny, some not so much.

If you want a follow up chapter at any point just tell me and I will see if I can whip one up.

Here we have the first One-Shot.

Double Check Your Phone

Chapter 1

Snow's P.O.V

I swear to every higher power, I love my daughter but sometimes I just want to smack her. Before she rushed out of the loft like a bat out of hell she told me that the blouse I was looking for was in her room…why it was even in there I do not know, maybe it got caught up in her laundry…there is just no telling.

But walking into her room I am faced with what I can only guess was the destruction of a tornado. Clothes were strewn all across her room mixed in with knickknacks lining her room. All things that if left I knew Emma wouldn't shed a tear, while she has settled down and stopped running, that didn't stop her lack of connection to the small, insignificant objects.

I spent well over half an hour looking for my blouse before I caved and called Emma. On the first try there was no answer…strange, Emma always answered the phone, even when it was a number she didn't have programmed into her phone. On the second try the rings were cut off halfway through but still went to voicemail…now she was silencing her phone…what the hell?

It was on the third ring that my daughter answered sounding anxious and jumpy…seemed to be the general feeling today for the blonde. "Yea?" her voice was full of laughter and it was light.

"Emma?" I asked confused.

"Yea Snow, what's up?" I heard her shush someone else on her side.

"Um… that blouse, do you perhaps know where it ended up in this disaster that you call your room?" I hear shuffling on the other end before Emma speaks.

"Yea, sorry about that, I was looking for something before I left. Anyway it should still be in the bottom drawer on the uh….right side I do believe."

I go where directed and there it was, neatly folded, sticking out like a sour thumb. "Got it, thanks, we still on for dinner tonight or are you going to spend the night with your mystery man again?" I know I am fishing for information…I knew what kind of denial I would get. Could you blame me? I merely wished to know what kind of man caught my closed off daughter's attention so raptly.

As if on cue I hear her sigh. "Mom, I told you there is no mystery man."

"Right, then where are you now Emma Swan?" I put on my best mother voice and I can almost hear her eye roll over the phone. When I received no response I had my answer. "See you cannot even deny it. So when do your father and I get to meet him?"

I hear muttering over the phone, she must have covered the mouth piece to converse with her mystery man. "Um not yet. I know you want to meet them but neither of us are ready for that," I hear what I believe to be a fridge door opening and closing and I blush thinking about what I interrupted with my phone call. "Can you respect that Snow?"

"Of course Emma. Just... Are you happy?" there is a pause before her answer, I can hear the smile in her voice.

"The happiest I have ever been." And I know that she is looking at her mystery man and smiling that ridiculously infectious grin.

"Okay sweetheart, bye. I love you."

"I love you two mom," she says, still jumping back and forth between Snow, mom and Mary-Margret.

I go to hang up when the sound of Emma's phone hitting what I can only guess to be the counter of her mystery man's place. Emma must have thought she hit the END button but you know technology today, it can be a pain in the ass and Emma was never very adept at phones, between breaking them, getting them wet and losing them.

As I go to end the call for the both of us I hear Emma's clear voice ring out, still near the phone. "We are going to have to tell them eventually sweetheart. It has been a year. It is better telling them than them figuring it out Hell it is better than them thinking you are a man." she chuckles at the last part...wait a minute...

NOT A MAN!

A YEAR!

"I know, dear. But you know that your mother and I have a very tainted past, and I don't want to you to have to choose between the family I made send you through a magical wardrobe and me. I don't want to even think what it will do to me to watch you walk away unwillingly…"

REGINA!

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!

"No, you know I would choose you Regina. I am not going anywhere, sweetheart. It is about time someone chose you and I WILL be that person. And if my parents can't accept that then I will move out and in here with you and Henry. I. Will. Always. Pick. You" Emma punctuated with what I can only decipher as kisses. There was so much conviction in my daughter's voice that I feel my heart clench at the thought that she would choose the Evil Queen over her own parents…and yet it seemed as though Regina would encourage Emma to choose Charming and I even if it would hurt the brunette…

This was so much to take in…

"Always." I hear Regina's muffled whisper. "And what of the town when they find out?"

"Then if it gets to a point where it hinders our day to day lives the three of us will leave. We are the only ones who can cross the town line with our memories intact. We can go to California, or Greece. I will take you wherever you want to go. I just want you happy Regina."

Emma really would leave, I know that. She would forgo her duties as the Savior just to make Regina happy, I could hear it in her stubborn tone…

"I am happy my dear." And she sounds like it, reminding me so much of the woman who saved me from my rouge horse. all those years ago

"I love you, so freaking much."

"Hmm, then what do you say to finishing what your mother so rudely interrupted."

"Only if you promise to visit Greece with me someday soon," and I heard it for what it was, as I am sure Regina did as well. It was a promise, not for a vacation, but a promise to stay together.

With that the voices became lower and lower till they were too far from Emma's phone. Slowly lowering my own phone I stare out Emma's window in the direction of the Mayor's mansion that was hidden from view….where my daughter was….oh my lord….

At least she wasn't lying when she said there was no 'mystery man'….

A. Grayson