A/N: Here is the sequel to Christmukkah! Sorry it's so long after New Years, I had technical difficulties and then was traveling. This will be 2-3 chapters and should be finished by Saturday at the latest. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!

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Emma woke with a smile and stretched luxuriously. She could get used to this, waking up rested and comfortable, without the sounds of her squalling brother or the aches and pains from Regina's couch. Sort of her couch now, too, she supposed.

She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, her smile spreading into a grin as she thought of the last week. All but one night since Christmas Eve had been spent here with Regina and Henry, sleeping in her new bed and enjoying her new home. And tonight… Her stomach fluttered at the knowledge she would be with Regina at midnight.

They hadn't kissed since the mistletoe, and yet it seemed every moment between them had been charged with the possibility of more. Each morning as Regina made breakfast, Emma slipped into the kitchen and found an excuse for some innocent touch that sent shivers through her, each evening they cleaned the dishes side by side, and more than once at night they wound up curled half on top of each other on the sofa.

It felt more comfortable than anything Emma had known before, and there were moments when that still scared the crap out of her, but what scared her the most was that it felt so damn wonderful.

She would have to go by the apartment later to retrieve the bottle of champagne she had bought in secret two days ago, in anticipation of tonight. She had a bottle of sparkling cider for Henry, and eggnog just in case. She would stop by the apartment, maybe see her parents and brother for an hour or two, and then return home.

Home. She grinned at the thought. Home with her kid and his mom; her family. It was fast, and she was still half certain she was going to fuck it all up, but it just felt so right she couldn't bring herself to run.

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"Morning," Emma greeted with a grinned. Regina continued making coffee without responding until Emma approached and slipped an arm around her lower back. The older woman leaned slightly into the touch, and Emma's smile broadened as she caught the faint upward turn of brightly painted lips.

"Happy New Year."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Clearly I should have bought you a calendar for Christmas. I believe you'll find it's December 31st."

"Happy New Year's Eve then." Emma grabbed the mug from Regina's hands and took a small sip.

Regina crossed her arms and turned slightly to glare at the woman behind her, causing Emma's arm to drop from where it had rested against her, the blonde immediately missing the contact. "I believe you'll find, Miss Swan, you have your own mug."

"Yeah, but yours tastes better," she countered, grin never faltering.

Regina smirked. "Only because I poison yours, dear."

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"Emma!" Snow greeted her daughter happily, jumping up from the couch to sweep her into a tight embrace.

Emma briefly returned the hug before pulling back. "Hey Mom. I thought I'd hang out for a while, pick up a few things."

"You're not staying?" she asked in disappointment. "Your father and I were hoping you and Henry might spend the holiday with us. So we could start the year as a family."

Emma sighed, a hint of guilt creeping in to her previously-happy mind. "We're spending the night with Regina. They have some weird movie about a woman being alone on her birthday that they watch each year… I don't really get it, but Henry wants me there. I want me there," she added before her mother could protest.

"Emma… I understand that you miss Henry, and of course it's important for you to spend time with him, but we've barely seen you for weeks. You broke up with Killian, you spend all your time with Regina, I just worry it's not healthy-"

"Mom," Emma cut the other woman off, voice a warning. She took a deep breath, trying to contain the anger growing inside her. "I am spending time at Regina's because I want to. Yes, I want to be part of Henry's life. I also want to be part of Regina's life. You need to respect that or back off." Snow looked taken aback, but her daughter continued. "I know we've all had our issues with Regina, but you know as well as I do she's different now. She's growing, and she is trying so damn hard to be worthy. Don't you want her to be happy?"

"Oh Emma, of course I do! I have always wanted Regina to be happy, even when we were fighting each other and now more than ever. But you are my daughter, and your happiness comes first. She just lost her soul mate sweetheart, and I don't think…" Snow paused, and Emma waited, every muscle still. "I'm worried you're going to get hurt."

After a long silent moment, the blonde visibly deflated. "You don't think she feels the way I do." It was a statement more than a question.

Snow stepped forward and brought a hand up to touch her daughter's cheek. Her soft smile faltered when Emma winced, but neither woman pulled away. "I think it's soon, and you may want things she isn't ready for. That doesn't mean she'll never feel the way you do, but if she doesn't… I don't want your heart getting broken."

"Yeah…" Emma looked away, not wanting to consider how it would feel if Regina didn't want more than what they already had. She thought back to the last week. She had been the one to initiate the kiss under the mistletoe; Regina had run. They touched often now, but Emma couldn't seem to recall a single time Regina had been the one to reach out. The gifts Regina had given her were alternately intimate and mundane, but they had all led up to offering Emma space in her home; that had to mean something, didn't it?

But what if it didn't mean to Regina what it meant to her? What if anything more between them was only her wishful thinking?