Prologue

The mayoral mansion

"Emmeline and Jonathan, get down here this instant!" Regina yelled from the top of her lungs up the staircase, and her strong voice ricocheted between the walls. It was supposed to be a calm Saturday; a beautiful, but quiet breakfast, a walk in the park and then home to get ready for the family dinner later that night. However, her children made that impossible. She loved them to death, but sometimes she wanted to strangle them. With love, of course. Two pair of feet could be head running down the stair in synchronization, before Regina fully reacted, the two kids skidded to a halt in front of their, now, furious mother.

"Care to explain?" Regina crossed her arms, and tapped her foot on the linoleum floor. Emmeline looked up at her with those beautiful, blue eyes that she most certainly inherited from her father. Her lip wobbled into a pout, and her little brother followed the lead.

"I don't know." The 14 year old had the audacity to tell her mother, while the quiet little rat of a 9 year old shook his head.

"So no one here knows why the den is full of mud, dirty shoes and socks all over the patio and the dirty dog is IN MY BED, ON MY EGYPTIAN COTTON?" The last few words were screeched so loudly that the children flinched and the dog tilted his head and gave a small cry.

The children stood motionless, not willing to spill anytime soon. However, Regina new better. Jonathan had a soft spot for seeing his mother sad. She hated herself for using it against him, but the lying had to stop. Therefore, she bent down to his height, and put on her sad face. Emmeline scoffed and crossed her arms like the stubborn little woman she was. Regina shot her a glare, and Emmeline softened right away and muttered a 'sorry'.

"Jonathan, is there something you would like to tell me? The woman who gave birth to you? Feeds you every day? Loves you endlessly?" Regina said, while she stroked his arms, and cupped his cheek. The kid reluctantly shook his head, looking at the floor. Poor little shit, the manipulative mastermind beside him probably brainwashed him, she thought to herself. Emmeline stood there proud as ever, and smiled smugly at her brother, who looked incredibly guilty.

Regina huffed, and carefully stood up. "Okay, but you should know, I am very disappointed." Looking Jonathan straight in the eye, knowing there was no breaking the little mafia boss. However, he broke all right.

"MAMA, I'M SO SORRY, SHE MADE ME DO IT!" Jonathan blurted so fast and loud that Regina smiled at him.

"Little snitch." Emmeline sneered at her brother. Regina gaped at that, "Where did you learn that word?"

"Auntie taught me." Emmeline said proudly, Regina pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a migraine sneaking its way into her skull. "What else did she teach you?"

"Snitches get stiches." Regina stared at her, mouth agape. "Go clean up the mud and such. After that, you're both taking a bath or a shower. Also, someone needs to clean and walk the dog."

"But mom-"

"No-no, no complaints, or I'm calling grandma!" At that, the kids stopped whining, looked at each other, and sprinted to the den as if the devil was chasing them. Pleased with the outcome, Regina waltzed back into the kitchen to finish dinner before the guests arrived.

Too busy carving up the turkey, Regina did not notice her husband coming home, nor him entering the kitchen. 'Blurred Lines' was playing in the background as he watched his wife shimmy her hips in her cute apron, yoga pants and her hair up in a messy bun. Of course, the power suits and dresses were sexy, but Regina had never looked as beautiful as she did now. Yoga pants, and most definitely his college shirt, bare footed and he could tell she was wearing her glasses too.

When Regina put her knife down, he seized the opportunity. He ran up to his wife and circled his arms around Regina's narrow waist. She jumped in surprise, but quickly recovered when she felt the hands roam over her ribs in a very familiar matter. Regina sighed, and leaned her head back on her husband's shoulder.

"Hi, David." He just hummed, and started peppering kisses down the exposed side of her neck, revelling when she gasped at the action. "Hey, baby girl."

"Do not call me th- oh." Her protest grew short when David's hands found her breast, and started massaging it through the fabric of her shirt. The combination of wet kisses and nips at her neck, and the attention to her boobs was fatal. She knew she did not have the power to say no to him, when it got too far. He kicked her legs apart and pushed his thigh between hers. Regina could not take the teasing anymore, so she turned in his arms. Their lips met in a bruising kiss. A moan of approval escaped Regina's lips when David brushed his tongue against hers. To get better access, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up on the kitchen island, and stood between his wife's legs.

Just as David's hand disappeared up Regina's shirt, a loud bang came from the door. "What the hell, guys? Keep it in your pants for like five minutes, will you? Jesus fucking Christ, there's like a shitload of kids here!" Emma yelled crassly, and stood in the entrance, but carried on as if nothing happened. David helped Regina down from the counter top, but as she slid down, David leaned over and whispered in her ear, "We'll finish this later." With a wink, and he was gone to meet Killian in the hall.

Emma yelled after David as he left the kitchen, "I know my sister is hot, but come on David!" David just laughed in return, leaving the women alone. Emma smiled at Regina, which was returned quickly, before walking up to her, and engulfing her in a big bear hug.

"Hey, little sis." Emma said to Regina, and kissed the crown of her head. Regina just scoffed, "I am your older sister, Emma." Emma took a step back, and patted her big sister's head.

With a laugh, Emma turned to Regina. "Whatever you say, little sis."

After an hour, the dinner was ready; the only thing missing was the guests. Regina and Emma were standing in the kitchen, leaning against a counter, each holding a glass of wine.

Emma took a small sip of wine, before turning to her sister. "Is mom coming?"

"Yes, she and daddy are on their way." At that Emma frowned, and shook her head. Regina noticed her reaction, and asked with a sigh, "What is it, Em?"

"You still call him daddy?" The blonde just laughed at how Regina's cheeks got redder and redder by the second.

"Well, he is."

"Regina Mills-White. You are a 42-year-old woman, who is married to a real hunk of hot meat, have two children, hardass mayor of Storybrooke, and you still call dad 'daddy'? That's wrong on so many levels." Regina just stood there, mouth open at her sister's rant, but caught herself quickly and straightened her spine.

"I need to go change, please help the guests when they arrive." Regina changed the topic quickly, not wanting to discuss it any further. "This is why I regret asking for a little sister."

"You love me, shithead." Regina just shook her head and flipped her sister the bird, before exiting the kitchen.

Upstairs, Regina stood in the mirror looking at her reflection. Had she gained weight? Just as she was mentally planning her diet, her husband walked in. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart."

"I look like a cow, David." David's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, as he walked over to his wife, "In that case, a perfect, beautiful cow." This made Regina flash him one of those smiles who could light up the entire world. It lit up his, that's for sure.

Regina smacked her husband's arm, before hugging him close, the faint smell of that same cologne he had used for as long as she could remember. It smelled safe, like home.

"What's wrong, honey?" He asked her, running his hands up and down her back in a comforting manner. She just snuggled her face closer into his chest. "Your mother is coming over."

"I know. But Cora and I will back you up the whole time. Even MM." David finished with a smile.

"You know I hate your sister, David."

"No, you don't." Regina just hugged him back. He placed a kiss on the crown of her head, before pulling out of the hug.

"Let's do this. Together, as always." Before they went out of the bedroom, Regina muttered, "Our family is batshit crazy."

"Yes, they are. So am I. Crazy over you, baby girl." That earned him another smack on the arm, after a shake of the head. He put his arm around her shoulders, before heading downstairs, where the real show had just begun. However, David wouldn't trade this for anything.

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