Never realizing the potential of something almost unimaginable; this relationship had grown into something infinitely passionate, constantly changing and never lacking in adventure. Fingers interlocked behind her golden mane; Emma laid gazing up into the sky as the sun set over the ocean, and stars were beginning to surface. There was a slight chill in the air, although with the heat from the sun that day that left her with a slight burn, it felt colder than it was. Grabbing the sweater she knew Regina had packed earlier that day, she recalled the conversation the two had had as they left the house for the beach family day, and smiled to herself.
Regina knew that Emma was always going to refuse to put on sunscreen, stating that she never burned, just tanned. But, Regina knew her better than that. After five years of marriage, surely Emma would see reasoning, but no. And yet again, there she was wishing she had just put on the sunscreen. As she pulled on the sweater the fabric dragged across her skin and an almost inaudible hiss slipped from her lips as she heard light footsteps approaching in the sand.
"Here, let me help," Regina said as she knelt in front of her wife grabbing the garment.
"I should've listened." Emma stated sheepishly. She knew the response she was about to get from Regina before she even opened her mouth.
"Yes, dear, you should have. After all this time you still deny my ability to know when you're wrong and I am right?"
With a jutted out lip and a small smile Emma looked ridiculously juvenile. "I'm sorry, you were right. Next time, I promise," Was all the reply she gave.
"Yes, next time indeed," Regina shook her head with a small chuckle knowing that the exact same thing would happen on their next beach excursion. But, that didn't matter to her. She enjoyed taking care of her family. Knowing that she was needed in even the smallest of matters, such as being able to be perceptive to Emma's stubbornness on just about every subject, filled her heart with delight.
With Emma now covered up, Regina sat next to her and laid her head on Emma's now crisscrossed legs. Knowing exactly what Regina wanted, Emma began to run her nimble fingers through Regina's luscious locks watching their five and seven year old girls attempt to build the most marvelous sand castle the family had ever seen.