The moment she gracefully opened her crimson lips to speak was the same moment she took my breath away.

The woman before me had an annoyed look on her face as she seemed to be waiting for a response.

"Miss Swan, I've been lying here for the past five minutes waiting for your arrival!"

When she didn't use my name, I knew I screwed up. "Calm down, Madame Mayor, there's no fire."

I knew for a fact that the brunette hated waiting, but that look on her face was priceless.

"Now that you're finally here, you can help me to the restroom."

I made a face, "I don't have to help you wipe, do I?"

I earned another glare from her and helped her get up off of the couch.

This was going to be day one of helping Regina due to her broken leg.

I felt her lean on me for support and we carefully walked to the bathroom on the first floor.

Even if we looked as though we were in a three legged race, I had to admit that we were making record time to the bathroom.

I helped her open the door and made sure she wasn't going to need my help any further.

I closed the door behind her and leaned against the door frame. I heard the front door unlock and Henry walked through it.

"Hey Mom, what are you doing here?" He asked as he had one backpack strap over his shoulder.

I pointed at the door, "I'm your mom's babysitter for the next week or so since she got hurt."

"Not babysitter, you mean servant." Henry chuckled as he made his way into the kitchen and dropped his backpack onto the floor.

I heard a few sharp knocks before I opened the door to see Regina, "I heard what you said Miss Swan and need I remind you who the mayor is around here?"

I rolled my eyes and helped her back to the couch. As we awkwardly walked back, she used a sharp tone of voice to tell Henry to pick up his backpack.

"Just because Emma is here does not mean you can make a mess of this house. I know you didn't get that from me."

I sat her down on the couch, "Come on Regina, I'm not that messy! I still fill out the paperwork on time to give to you."

The brunette rolled her eyes, "That's after I showed you how to organize your desk the proper way."

"No, I was fully capable of doing all of that before you gave me that giant box that causes my ears to bleed each time the draw opens."

"That box is a filing cabinet and is very useful when you actually use it. It's not there to be used as a foot rest."

"I still think it's a better foot rest than a death trap you call a filing cabinet."

The banter between us continued a little longer until she said, "You can go now," as she pulled the blanket up over herself.

As I walked towards the kitchen, I looked at her lips for one last time. Damn, those lips.