A/N: Hey everyone, so following a prompt on the SwanQueen Fanfiction Facebook group I have put together this little fic. I hope to have a few more chapters but it won't be a long one. I hope you do enjoy this though and I have done the prompt justice :)

Romy giggled as her blonde mother, Emma who was the more playful of the two mothers she had, scooped up some of the bubble foam from a top her bath water. She knew what her mother was going to do next and she continued to giggle, watching with wide, sparkling bright eyes as her mother placed her palm to her lips. The little girls giggle was terribly infectious and heart-warming, so much so that it could warm the coldest and darkest of hearts. The blonde smiled brightly and with the same mischievous twinkle in her eyes as were in her daughter's, she giggled as she gently blew the foam from her fingertips at her daughter.

"Mommy!" the little girl squealed as she looked up and watched the roam rain down on her cutely, and fall a top the other foam still in the tub.

"Do it again! Do it again!"

Emma giggled as did Romy and reached in to scoop up more foam as Regina wandered into the bathroom holding a fresh towel. She loved to see her wife and daughter playing so happily and she hated to be the bearer of bad news; but it was bedtime.

"Romy it's time to get out now. Time for bed" she almost sang as she smiled at them both.

Emma and their daughter both turned to her with a pouty expression, and wide doe eyes pleading. Regina wished she didn't have to be so strict but it was a school night and Romy was already awake past her bedtime because her grandma had dropped by for an 'unexpected' visit.

"Just five more minutes baby?" Emma smiled cutely, hoping her wife would be swayed.

Regina smiled and shook her head gently, it certainly was a good attempt but unfortunately she was insistent it was bedtime as she crossed to the tub. Romy pouted and whined as she shakily pushed up onto her feet in the water and raised her arms for her mother to wrap her in a towel and lift her out.

"I can have a story right mommy?" the little girl asked hopefully.

Regina smiled. She should have said no, but it would be more than cruel to deny the little girl a bedtime story, even if it was later than usual. The smile on Romy's face as she waited for her mother's answer was more than hopeful. At seeing it, Regina instantly caved and nodded in response.

Whilst Regina dried their daughter off and dried her mousy brown curly hair, Emma had the wonderful task of draining and cleaning the bath. Regina helped Romy change into her nightdress and then sat her on her bed to comb her hair.

"Mommy, can I have a princess story?" the little girl turned to glance up at her mother with another hopeful smile.

"Of course you can dear"

Regina smiled at her daughter and then insisted she sit still whilst she finished combing her hair. Romy was a terribly inquisitive child though, and whilst she waited for her mother to finish brushing her hair, she had lots of questions about her big brother Henry. Of course she had already been told the answers to the questions she was asking several times, but still she asked. Regina had to suppose it was because their son, who was now in his late teens given the fact that their daughter was seven years old, was rarely at home. When he was though he loved her so much, and he spent all the time he could with her. Romy was very much in awe of him.

"Mommy does Henry like princess stories?"

"Yes dear, Henry used to love to read princess stories and he always wanted to be a prince. Do you know what though?" Regina smiled.

Romy smiled brightly and shook her head, excited that she was about to learn something that seemed as if it was a secret. She scooted closer to her mother and listened intently as Regina spoke in a low voice.

"Henry is my little prince, just as you are my little princess"

The little girls smile widened into a toothy grin.

"Now, into bed" Regina smiled as she helped Romy off of her little dressing table stool.

Regina pulled back the covers and helped her daughter crawl into her bed before tucking her back in. Romy's curls framed her face beautifully as she lay on her pillow and looked up at her mother. She smiled at her and asked sweetly which book her mother would read for her.

"Which one would you like to hear dear?" Regina asked.

She liked Romy to let Romy choose but she knew which it would be. They shared in a particular favourite, one Regina had also enjoyed reading as a child when she had been living in the enchanted forest, the tales of the little mermaid.

"The little mermaid mommy!" Romy excitedly declared.

Regina smiled and retrieved the book from the bookshelf to bring back to the bed. As she passed the door she turned off the main light and as she reached the bed popped on the bedside table lamp. The room filled with a warm orange glow and Regina sat down on the bed. Romy's princess style was cosy as they snuggled up upon it, Romy beneath the covers and Regina a top them. When her daughter was comfortably settled at her side, cuddled in tight, Regina settled back and opened up the book to begin reading.

Reading with their daughter bought back fond memories for Regina of all those years she had spent with Henry reading when he had been much younger, and before Mary Margaret had given him a book that convinced him she was truly an evil queen. She was glad though that her daughter hadn't been exposed to that truth. Things were very different now and she wasn't that same person. Their daughter thought the world of them both and Regina hoped that would never change. However she knew one day, they would have to tell Romy the truth.

Regina began at the very beginning, reading slowly and with passion just the way her daughter liked it. She told stories as a narrator would and was far from as animated as Emma was when she read to Romy, but their daughter liked each of their unique styles and Regina know that this particular story was one that Romy always chose for her to read because it was their 'special' story.

As usual Romy asked questions she knew the answers to throughout the story. It only made it all that more enjoyable though for them both. Regina smiled, answering in a gentle tone as she always did with the same response to each question.

"We will have to wait to find out won't we?"

Romy began to yawn not far into the story though. She was exhausted from her long exciting day at school and then playing with her dolls when she had gotten home with her grandmother. She began drifting just as Regina reached the part where the little mermaid had washed up on the beach and was meeting the prince properly for the first time. It was just after their favourite part with the sea witch Ursula. Regina had known Romy was fighting her tiredness just so that they could reach that part.

"I think that is enough reading for tonight my little princess. We shall continue tomorrow" Regina stated gently, cuddling her and kissing the top of Romy's head.

"But I am not tired mommy" she yawned.

It made Regina smile and she was insistent now that they had read enough. She moved the book ribbon to mark their place and closed the book. Placing it carefully down on the bedside table she turned to her daughter and made sure she was tucked up tight in her duvet again. Regina kissed the top of her head gently and bid her goodnight as the little girl yawned again.

"Sweet dreams my little princess"

Regina smiled as she slipped off of the bed and reached for the bedside lamp to turn it off, but as she was about to, a little voice perked up.

"Mommy"

"Yes dear?" Regina answered gently.

"Mommy, why don't you have a prince like all the other mommies?"

Her daughter's voice was sweet and innocent as she asked the question completely out of the blue. Regina knew though she must have deciphered such a thing from being at school with other children, who unlike her, had a mommy and a daddy. She sighed, the question was a difficult one but for Regina there was an easy answer. Perching on the side of the bed again she smiled at her daughter and reached out to brush her curls out of her face and tuck them behind her ear, before cupping her cheek gently.

"Well you see dear, I have something much more special" Regina answered.

Romy was listening intently, her wonder and interest at what her mother could have that was more special than a prince most definitely peeked. She stared at her mother with wide, waiting eyes for her to continue.

Regina smiled endearingly at the thought of what she was about to say.

"I have a saviour"