"Babe, I'm cold!" Emma called out from the bedroom.
"Miss Swan," she growled. "You know how I abhor that word."
"I'm sorry," she smirked. "Babe."
"Emma," Her voice was firm, but not quite on a threatening level. Regina peaked her head into the bedroom, "I will not tolerate this."
"I'm cold, can you make me a hot chocolate?"
"Can't you make it yourself?"
"Ba-be!" Emma whined, hiding her face behind the sheets as Regina glared from the other room.
"Okay, fine. Let me finish what I'm doing and I'll make you some hot chocolate." She could hear Emma's smile, making it difficult not to run in there and snuggle her.
Regina took her time flossing and brushing; before leaving the bathroom, she made sure she looked absolutely phenomenal.
"Wow Gina, I—"
"—are you going to become enamoured every time I walk into the room?" Emma smirked as Regina scoffed. "I'll be right back."
When Regina returned, Emma was frowning.
"Yes?" Regina stared at her.
"You're forgetting something." Emma pointed to the mug.
Regina looked down. "Oh!" Quickly, the older woman returned to the kitchen, made a tower of whipped cream and sprinkled cinnamon on the top.
"I'm sorry." She muttered as she entered the bedroom.
"After ten years, I thought you would have had this down."
Regina frowned. "Am I getting old?"
"Of course not, dear." Emma took the mug from Regina, kissing her forehead as she felt the warmth spread through her hands. "You're amazing," Emma whispered.
"So are you." Regina kissed Emma, smiling before their lips had even brushed.