AN: I made this for my awesome friemp magicmumu as an ask fic :P Hope you guys like! I might continue it
" 'Gina?" Emma called out, pushing open the door to Regina's old study. She found the older woman sitting on a box and glancing around the empty room, her eyes watching outside the window. "Regina?" Emma asked again, walking over to her wife and crouching down to her level. It seemed to startle Regina out of her daze as she looked down into Emma's eyes, her lips falling into a small smile.
"Hi." She said tentatively and Emma could hear something different in her voice.
The queen had calmed immensely, especially after the first year of her marriage, with the knowledge that Emma wasn't going anywhere, but she still got scared, and still found herself falling into a little cage of her own making. But Emma always got her out.
"What's wrong 'Gina?" The blonde asked softly, reaching up and brushing away the black hair from her lover's eyes. Regina signed softly, straightening her back lightly. "Nothing dear." She took Emma's hands and rubbed her thumbs over the back of Emma's hands. She was scared that this move would change things, that her power as well as her resolve would crumble, and she didn't feel as in control as she had in this office, having lived for so long here, with all the power she could hope for. But it also had positive consequences, like a new home, a place without bad memories. A crib and a nursery, she thought, as her hand trailed to her stomach, bringing Emma's hand with her, as the blonde watched her contemplate and think too much.
"Hey." Emma whispered. "We'll be okay." She pulled Regina up and slipped her arms around her wife, having been used to physical contact with Regina for so long, it was natural now and she didn't think about it. And she didn't think about anything but how beautiful her wife looked as she leaned in and softly kissed her, rubbing softly circles on her back. "C'mon, Henry's waiting." She said, fixing Regina's shirt for her.
Regina looked back as Emma picked up the last box and took her hand, thinking and believing, that just maybe, she didn't need power at all. And maybe all the magic she needed was her wife's kiss, and her son's smile, and the baby slowly forming in her stomach to love her as much as she already loved it. And she didn't have any doubts, because Emma had given her faith. So it was almost easy to leave the mansion behind, because her heart hadn't pained her for 4 years, the curse was no more, and all was well for the first time. She didn't say anything about Henry's iPod blaring on the speakers, or the candy wrappers on the dashboard, just sat back and watched the trees retreat as she finally left Storybrooke, for another chapter in her own fairytale.