Emma POV
"Oh shit!" I sat up with a start, looking frantically at the clock beside me. Regina moaned and rolled over next to me, her arm lolling across my lap.
"What is it babe?" she asked groggily.
"We overslept. Everyone's supposed to meet at Granny's for breakfast in fifteen minutes."
"Come on Emma. It's okay if we're a little bit late. Besides, I'd much rather spend my Saturday morning with you – here." Sitting up more fully, she pulled me in for a kiss. I giggled against her lips – a sound that only Regina Mills could elicit.
"When you live with your kid, your parents and their kid, and all of them decide to make breakfast plans, late is not an option. Now get your ass out of bed."
"But it's so warm," she protested. I rolled my eyes, bending over to retrieve my jeans.
"Hey Regina, do you know where I left my shirt?"
"What shirt were you wearing?"
"The blue blouse. It was really – oh! Found it!" My smile quickly fell when I realized that my particular garment was missing all of its front buttons.
She shoved up against the wall, trailing hungry kisses down my neck. "I hope you're not too fond of this blouse," she whispered before ripping it open, buttons pattering on the hardwood floor.
"Oh," I sighed, holding the blouse up for Regina to see. She laughed.
"Right. Forgot about that. You can borrow one of mine."
"Thanks." I rifled through her closet, looking for something that resembled my old shirt. With no such luck, I pulled on a dark gray silk blouse. It was then I noticed Regina was still in bed. "Gina!" I exclaimed. "Get the hell out of bed!" I only ever used the nickname when I needed her to do something, and as usual it paid off. She slipped from between the sheets, running her fingers through her hair.
"You know I hate it when you call me that," she complained, her beautiful body on full display as she sauntered towards me.
I chuckled. "Oh come one, you love it," I said, pulling her into a hot kiss. Her fingers ran though my tangled hair as I pulled her close. "Mmm," I whispered, "Regina we have to –" I was cut off by a sharp knocking on the bedroom door. "Shit, Henry."
"Shhh." Motioning towards her bathroom Regina called, "Give me a second Henry." I kept the bathroom door open a crack to see her grab a robe before opening the door for our son.
"We have to be at Granny's in ten minutes. Better get organized," the boy said, gesturing to his mother's rather messy room. I prayed he didn't notice my jacket peeking out from under a pile of Regina's clothes.
"Of course," the brunette replied. "I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
Seemingly oblivious, Henry nodded before leaving the room. I exhaled a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.
"That was close," I said, exiting the bathroom.
"Very," she replied, grabbing a pair of jeans and her favourite purple sweater. "So here's the plan. I'm going to poof you outside. Knock on the door and take us to breakfast."
"Regina we're going to have to tell everyone about us at some point."
She moved so that we were mere inches apart. Her gaze wasn't confrontational though. It was soft and just a bit scared.
"I-I know. I just don't think I'm –" I cut her off with a kiss.
"Don't worry, I know." Smiling, I added, "Now poof me."
Regina laughed and snapped her fingers and I was standing on her front lawn. Looking up, I saw her looking out her window. I waved and could see her smile. Suddenly, a hand shot and I was promptly hit on the head with my jacket.
"You forgot this," Regina mouthed from behind the glass.
I shook my head before approaching the front door, rapping on the white wood.
"Mom!" I heard Henry call, "Emma's here for breakfast." A few seconds later, the door opened and Regina was standing in front of me, shrugging on a jacket.
"Good morning Miss Swan," she said pleasantly, but her expression said so much more. Her position shielded her face from our keen – eyed son, and we shared a brief moment of understanding. I knew the pretending was killing Regina, because it was killing me too. I wanted to be able to open the door and kiss her cheek. I wanted to be able to hold her hand and not have to lie about where I was going. She just wasn't ready yet, and I respected that.
Henry ran out the door, headed towards my bug. "Shot gun!" he called, and we laughed.
I hopped in the driver seat, Regina climbing in the back. As if of it's own accord, the radio dial changed to Regina's favourite station. I looked back to see her smirking. Magic. Should have guessed.
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"Hey guys!" Mary Margaret said, gesturing for us to come over to the booth. She and David had already ordered and my mother was in the middle of feeding Neal. Everyone sat down, thumbing through the menu we pretty much knew off by heart.
"What are you getting?" Regina asked quietly, so that only I could hear. Under the table, I felt her hand curl into mine.
"That's a start," I whispered back, our fingers intertwining.
