Author's Note: So I've decided to try and write again. The idea came to me while I was driving – and listening to music. I really believe that there is a lot of songs that could speak for Swan Queen, so, I came up with the idea of making one-shots inspired in pieces of songs. As I said before, my primary language is not English, so, bear with me and please forgive any misspell words or any other errors, since I still don't have a beta to review it. But I still hope you enjoy it! ;) It takes place after the second curse. Season 3B. Review, please, any advice will be truly appreciated.

Summary: Emma decides that she wants Regina to be happy, even if that means helping her with Robin Wood. Or at least she thinks so, when she found out that the brunette is trying to write a love letter.

"With the gentleness you feel inside

Your love can't be denied

The truth will set you free

You'll have what's meant to be

All in time you'll see"

(Celine Dion)

It was after 9 pm. The weather was rather cold, despite the fact the spring was around the corner.

Emma walked by the familiar path towards the mansion. After coming back from New York City and having her memories back, she still didn't quite get back to her previous routine, so she had lots of free time.

She didn't even have her job back, afraid that Henry might get suspicious about them already settling down - especially in this peculiar city. So she was bored. Searching for the Wicked Witch wasn't as fun as she previously has thought.

So, when she received a text from Regina, telling her that she should stop by whenever she could she didn't think twice. She needed to get out of her parents loft, where pregnancy stuff and the inquisitive look of Henry already started to make her really uncomfortable.

The former Sheriff didn't know what the Mayor was up to, but frankly, she couldn't care less. The company of Regina - and mostly being herself around her - was the most refreshing thing Emma was to experience nowadays.

And there she was, ringing the bell of the ostentatious white house.

"Emma?" Regina opened the door after a few minutes, seeming completely taken aback by the visitor.

"Hi" Was all Emma could think of after seeing that Regina didn't seem to be expecting her at all. "You texted. Said you need me to drop by..."

"Right. I just never thought you'd come right away" And the door was open for her to enter the hall.

Emma could easily notice how the brunette lacked her usually snark, but choose not to comment.

"I wanted to give Henry something. As a matter of fact, it's already his, but since he can't remember, I figured I could give it to him again." The last words were said already from the first steps of the stairs, and Emma shifted while waiting for the brunette to return. "I'll be down in a minute" was heard from the upper floor.

While waiting, Emma started to look around. She knew very well she was not welcome to wander around the house, but she was really bored, and even being scoffed by the brunette didn't seemed quite so bad. The thing is, Regina wasn't being herself at the moment - she thought. The Mayor always held her walls up high, and with quick retorts at the tip of her tongue, but tonight she appeared tired. She heard the sounds coming from Henry's former room and knows that she's safe - for now.

The door of the study is half open, and a soft light appears on the hallway. She probably was there. The blonde walked cautiously through the door until she sees something rather uncommon - the room was a mess. The desk was filled with paper haphazardly tossed, and even a few paper balls on the floor. Regina wasn't the type who just missed the trash bin; nor did she look like one who would try to toss it around like basketball. An empty bottle of wine lingered next to the fireplace, and a still half empty glass was placed at the coffee table. She's been drinking.

Emma was curious of what made Regina so sad, sad enough to drink alone at home. She knew the brunette enjoyed her liquor, especially a fine bottle of Merlot or her homemade apple cider. But a bottle is a little too much for just taking the edge of a rough day. A bottle is enough to be drunk of, and Emma starts to realize why the mayor came to light looking so odd.

It is none of my business anyway. The blonde was about to leave the room when a trash paper came to view, next to the door. She reached it in order to place it in the bin, but a familiar penmanship caught her attention. Regina's. She opened it before giving a second thought, thrilled about what it might contain. She knew it wasn't her right to do so, but she was curious. Very curious. And bored.

"I never knew how to express my feelings well, but there's something you must know. I'm falling for you, for quite a while now. I know I never expected this to happen, and since I've lost my chance at happy endings, I chose to ignore these burning feelings inside of me. But I can't take it anymore... Even if you don't feel the same for me - which I truly believe to be the case - I think you must know the truth."

It was a love letter. Well, sort of. Regina was in love for someone and didn't seem to think that the person loved her back. That was just sad. But who is this person that Regina seemed to love that much?

Emma searched her mind for some information that might lead to the chosen one. She remembered her mother - always the gossip girl - telling her that Regina had met her soul mate, thanks to Tinkerbell. Regina herself didn't comment on the fact, but the blonde never expected her to, since they're not friends. Not that close friends anyway - they just get along.

The pang on her chest was almost missed when she turned to see Regina standing at the door, her mouth gaping at her when she realized what the blonde was doing.

"Miss Swan! What on earth are you doing in my private office when I specifically said to you wait for me on the lobby?" She was pissed. Who wouldn't? Emma had crossed the line, and she was about to pay for it.

"Regina, I mean- I didn't mean, I couldn't, I shouldn't be here but-"

"Cut the crap, Miss Swan"

Oh my god. Regina never swears. She must be really upset - or angry. Or both.

"I'm sorry." Emma finally managed to say, with a painful grimace on her face. She tossed the paper back on the trash and started to leave. She really didn't want to make things worse.

The gift Regina was holding for Henry was forgotten - and in a flash of a second, the brunette was griping firmly at the blonde's upper arm. "No, you're not."

"You can't expect me to believe that you're sorry about anything, Miss Swan. How dare you? You come to my house without previous notice, you fuss into my personal stuff, and you act like you have every right to do so, and now you leave?" Her nostrils were flared and she was angry, but somehow, she was also about to cry.

"Regina, I said I'm sorry! I mean it! I wasn't trying to sneak out- I didn't even know what I was reading until I read it. And I'm truly sorry- especially because you need like you need someone to talk to, but I just don't know what to do, I thought that leaving would be better for you..."

"You don't get to say what is best for me, Miss Swan"

"I know, I know, and I've said I'm sorry. For what is worth, I think you should just tell him."

"What?!" Regina spatted. She was truly surprised.

"Yeah, I mean, I know this is none of my business, but, MM told me about soul mate thing and frankly, I didn't give much thought on it because I just figured that it was just MM gossiping as always, but now I know you feel the same for him, you should just tell him."

Regina didn't know how to respond. She was clearly mad because she thought that Emma would figure out her feelings towards her, and now that she didn't, the brunette is divided by being relieved and even more upset. She is trying to figure out a way to tell Emma how she really feels for a while now, but she never gets the chance - or the courage to do so. Last year, when the curse was approaching the town line, she almost did. But she convinced herself that it wasn't the time, since Emma was leaving for good.

The blonde was back, now, and apparently, to stay. Still, finding the right words to tell Emma - and the fear of being rejected - is currently preventing her to be honest once more. And now the idiotic blonde is giving her love advises. Just when she thought that she wouldn't need to say it out loud anymore. Her anger came back full force after the initial shock, and she was ready to flare it at the blonde.

"Miss Swan, you clearly don't know anything you're talking about-"

"Look, stop it. Right there. I'm not the one you should be talking to. I'm not the one you should be denying it to. I get it. It is hard. With Neal, I thought I would never love again and I know how hard is to open yourself one more time. But it is okay, Regina. You don't need to justify it to me. I just want you to be happy."

That was it. Regina was more than ready to laugh at the face of the ignorant blonde once more, but she heard those final words. I just want you to be happy. Emma was sincere, and had this cute soft smile on her face, encouraging her. She didn't have the will to tell her that she was completely wrong. Even if Emma never loved her back the way she wished her to, at least she had this - true friendship, caring and maybe some kind of love.

Her eyes watered from the blonde's demonstration and she cursed herself for drinking so much wine and becoming so sensitive. Emma, on the other hand, believed that she'd hit a delicate spot and was glad that Regina was showing herself truly. She boldly reached for the fallen tear that threatened to moist a perfect cheek and wiped it dry with the tip of her thumb. Regina leaned on the touch, despite herself. A second later, the moment was gone and she cleared her throat, taking a step back from the blonde.

"You really think I should be honest about this?"

"Of course! It is your right to do so."

"But if my feelings are not reciprocated?" She finally asked, on a small voice, that somehow as filled with all of her fears.

"Seriously? I mean, he is lucky to have you. Anyone would be lucky to be with you, Regina, and if you don't believe that, you probably gone mad or something." Emma finishes, chuckling of her own joke.

And then Regina smiles. A truly beautiful smile, one that could light up the entire room. In fact, it did. She was glad to hear that, even if Emma didn't really know the truth, she knew the blond was being completely honest.

"I've tried to be honest, to gather my thoughts on this matter through a letter, but nothing seems to quite fit what I'm willing to say..." Regina decided that if the blonde truly wanted to help her out, she would let her. Besides, Emma had more insight info that she would let her know.

"Maybe you don't have to write a letter. Maybe you just have to blurt it out and tell him the truth. It doesn't need to be pretty, just need to be sincere."

"You really think so?" Gosh, Regina hated just how insecure she sounded.

"Yeah, romance is highly overestimated these days. Just speak from your heart."

"Thank you, Emma." Regina smiled.

"You're welcome. I mean, I know we don't have the most common relationship, but I really consider you as a friend, Regina. You can always talk to me about anything. I'll be glad to hear it." Emma was approaching the front door, ready to leave. The truth is, she wanted to stay a little longer, but the pain on her chest was increasing by every second. She saw the way Regina looked helpless and fragile, and the thought of so many feels for this guy was giving her nausea. She just needed to get out of there, as soon as possible.

Regina opened the door, despite the fact she also wanted Emma to stay. She notices the blonde was rather uncomfortable, but she couldn't quite place why.

"So, thank you for the gift. I mean, Henry is going to love it, for sure."

Regina sighed. "You're welcome." The pain of not having Henry was still very fresh and the subject, very dark for her.

Emma grinned, and started to walk slowly to the porch, giving her a weak wave of the hand. "Thank you again, Regina, and I'm sorry I might have interrupted you." She turned and started to walk to her bug. When she was about to close the gate behind her, she heard a soft call of her name.

"Emma?"

She might as well be imagining, but when she turned, she saw Regina looking directly at her. The blonde locked gazes with the Mayor just in time to see her mouthing the exactly three words that would change her life forever. I love you.

The blonde couldn't believe what she just saw and the surprise was more than evident on her gaping face. She rubbed her eyes a few times and tried to blink, but the moment was gone and Regina was already closing the door behind her.

What was that supposed to mean? Emma couldn't place it but she also didn't care. A bunch of wild butterflies were taking her stomach on some kind of revolution and she couldn't think straight. She ran to the door and didn't even bother to press the bell, instead, she knocked hard nonstop, until she heard the doorknob turning and the door finally opening.

Regina didn't have the time to process what Emma was doing there because her lips were immediately pressing into hers. The kiss was heated, sloppy, passionate, and very arousing. By the time both gasped for air, and the thrum of their hearts was to be heard from a mile away, they finally looked at each other. Regina was in shock, but also very pleased. She never could have imagined that Emma would simply want her too, and that thought alone made her speechless. Emma, who seemed to be able to recover a little bit quicker, just smiled.

"I love you too."