Hey, it's Emma again. Apparently, I'm supposed to write in this at least once a week so here I am. Just a warning, the rating of my journal has been changed because there's some references and hotness that shouldn't be read by children's eyes. Henry, if you've been reading this, I warn you—stop, if you don't want to be scarred for life. Alright, first prompt.

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How and where did your grandparents meet?

Snow says they were betrothed when they were young at her mother's coming of age ceremony, but that's boring to talk about. What's really fascinating is how Regina and I met. You may think it was when I brought Henry home to Storybrooke, but that's actually the second time. The first meeting was so much more entertaining.

So, here I am, 21 years old in my prime, on my very first assignment. Some crummy guy was skipping out on his court date for overdue parking tickets (a stupid reason to risk going to jail for) but he couldn't resist trying to get some with an attractive blonde girl. I offered to buy him a drink after booting his car, and he accepted. I took a drink as well, not wanting to look suspicious. Little did I know; the bartender was his buddy and had slipped a little something extra into my drink.

Before he had a chance to take advantage of me in my drugged state, I revealed the real reason I had invited him out. The guy took off, but not before knocking his chair over in front of me which I then tripped over and twisted my ankle. I shook off the pain and chased after him, disoriented yet determined. I couldn't fail my first day on the job!

I watched in confusion as the guy got into his car and sped off into the night. I had booted his car—how could he have done that?!

"God damn it!" A woman cursed as she approached the car that I had mistakenly booted.

Knowing I fucked up big time and my guy already long gone, I limped over to her to explain myself. "Uh, hi," I stammered, not sure where to start. This woman was beautiful and older than me with a black spaghetti strap dress and matching 5-inch heels. Her dark, brunette locks were cut into the style of a bob, and her makeup was smoky, finished with a plum-colored lipstick that accented a little scar above her lip.

The woman glared at me, her chocolate brown eyes flashing and her teeth clenched in annoyance. "Are you the reason for this?" She demanded, motioning to the yellow boot on the front tire.

"Yeah, my name is Emma Swan. I'm a bounty hunter and I accidentally booted your car instead of my guy's. First night on the job." I began to sway on my feet as the world around me began to spin.

"Maybe this isn't the job for you," the woman coolly clipped. Concern quickly overtook her features as she studied me. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head, trying to fend off the dizziness. "I'll be fine. The guy had the bartender spike my drink is all. Twisted my ankle on the way out here." I laughed humorlessly, knowing I most likely won't have a job in the morning.

Apparently, this woman didn't think it was very funny. "You most certainly aren't fine. Who knows what was in that. Are you even old enough to drink?"

"Just turned 21," I answered, pulling my keys from my clutch. "My apartment is just around the corner. I can make it."

Before I could move, my keys were ripped out of my hand. "Absolutely not."

Anger sparked within me, and I glared at the woman. "I'll remove your boot and let you on your way. Just leave me alone."

The woman gave me a glare of her own. "So another man can take advantage of you? I don't think so. Where's your car? I'll take you to your apartment."

"How do I know you aren't looking to take advantage of me? I don't even know your name!" I snapped.

The woman sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "My name is Regina Mills. I have a 3-year-old son and I'm not from here. Unfortunately, I'm mayor of my town so my work brings me here for board meetings every 3 months."

I mulled it over in my foggy mind. My intuition tells me when someone is lying, and from what I could tell, this woman checked out. She was obviously responsible if she had a young son and held a position of power. My apartment is only a block away; better to have someone like Regina take me home than running into a gang or sex-obsessed creep.

Regina gently laid her hand on my arm and gave me a soft smile. "We better get you there before you pass out. What do you say, Miss Swan?"

I nodded and led her to my yellow Bug. With some difficulty, Regina got it started and followed my instructions to my apartment. I got out and limped over to the sidewalk, surprised when Regina grabbed the front door and held it open.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she followed me in. "Aren't you gonna call a cab?"

"I'm not leaving you to pass out in the hallway, Dear." Regina grabbed my arm and steadied me as I led the way to my apartment.

"Nice place," Regina commented as we got inside.

I threw my clutch down on the counter and stepped out of my foot-killing heels. "Thanks for bringing me home. Sorry again about booting your car."

Regina hardly heard me as she made herself at home, filling a glass of water as I made my way into the bedroom. She came in just as I was struggling with the zipper on my dress, lying face down on the bed and ready to pass out. My learned instincts told me to scream at her to get out of my apartment, but she was just so nice and no one had ever treated me like this before. Especially not someone this attractive.

"Will you allow me to help you with your zipper? They can be a bitch sometimes, I know," Regina offered.

I sighed and gave up the fight. If this woman was going to take advantage of me, so be it. My body was too exhausted to keep up. The zipper was slowly pulled down and my dress taken off. A dresser drawer was pulled open and soon a hand was helping me sit up. I aided in pulling a tank top over my head, settling for just my boy shorts as bottoms.

"There. Now you can sleep comfortably. Drink this before you go to sleep." Regina handed me the glass of water.

I stared at it suspiciously for a moment but figured there wasn't anything worse that can happen to me that hasn't already. I found I was very thirsty as I gulped it down in less than a minute. Regina helped me lay back against the pillows and began massaging my throbbing ankle. I relaxed into her touch and passed out with those gentle hands soothing me, wondering why the hell she was bothering to help me.

Side note here: Regina gives the best massages. I'm not even kidding—I threw out my back chasing after Pongo and she gave me a massage the night I came home. It was literally better the next day. That woman has the magic touch. Haha—see what I did there? ;)

I woke up the next morning still a bit groggy as the events of last night slowly pieced together in my mind. I went to get out of bed when I heard a loud clatter outside of my bedroom. I froze, trying to think of who could be in my apartment. Was it some random junkie? A burglar intent on stealing what little things I had? I decided that didn't matter. I was going to protect myself.

I limped out of the bedroom, pistol in hand and ready to shoot. A woman stood at the stove and she turned around to face me as I entered the room. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the gun. She held out her arms in front of her protectively.

"Emma, you may not remember me, but I'm Regina Mills. I brought you here last night after you booted my car. You were heavily drugged by the man you were with—I was only trying to help you."

I slowly lowered the gun as the memory of her came to my mind. I looked over toward the couch to see a pillow and throw blanket. Behind Regina, what looked like an omelet sizzled in a pan. She stayed the night? I figured she left after I passed out.

"Sorry," I apologized, setting the gun down on the counter and sitting at the counter island. "I'm not used to being around people."

Regina set down two cups of tea and two omelets and sat across from me. "I know how you feel. Other than having to deal with people for work, I keep mostly to myself. My son keeps me busy."

I forced a smile on my face, ignoring the pang of sadness in my heart at giving up my chance at motherhood. "Well thanks again."

I followed Regina to the door, feeling weirdly sorrowful to see her go. Usually I can't get away from people fast enough. "Good luck with being mayor and all."

Regina gave me a smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Maybe we'll meet again."

Boy was I surprised when I took my son home to find out Regina was his mother. Unfortunately, she didn't remember the first time we met because of the consequences that came from crossing the town line, but it's one of my favorite memories. It just goes to show that I was right—Regina wasn't fully evil deep down.

Regina just read the story of our first meeting and burst into tears again. I made her some tea with peppermint schnapps and now she's happy again. Yet another reason why I love my wife—my stories make her emotional and she agrees that alcohol goes good with everything.

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It's 3 in the morning, I can't sleep, and I don't work in the morning, so I might as well fill another prompt in this journal. Makayla's been colicky and Henry is up on the roof with his girlfriend, so it'll do me some good to stay awake. Regina looks so cute right now—her hair is tangled around her face and she's curled up in a little ball with the blankets tucked up to her chin. It's funny how self-conscious she gets in the morning. I can walk downstairs with a zombie face and polka dot underwear with a Rugrats sweatshirt on and not have a care in the world, but Regina never leaves our bedroom without looking like a model. Alright, let's get to the prompt. This one should be fun.

Top 10 time! Imagine your bedroom. List 10 objects that you remember from the room, and describe what they mean to you.

1. The photographs on our night stand. One of Regina and 10-year-old Henry with Regina wrapping him in an embrace and giving a warm smile to the camera while Henry's smile lights up the whole picture.

There's also one of Makayla Belle feeding big brother Henry a piece of cake from the adoption party we threw the week we brought her home. Pink frosting covers her hands and face as well as Henry's, and both of them are laughing mid-picture. It looks like it belongs in a family magazine.

2. Our bed—a cherry four-poster with a red silk comforter and black satin sheets. It's amazingly comfortable, and it's where most of the fun happens. ;) Also, it fits all 4 of us perfectly. In the morning, Henry and Makayla sometimes crawl into bed with us and we all fall asleep for another couple hours. The little kicks in the shin and elbows in the ribs are totally worth it.

3. My beautiful assortment of leather jackets in the closet that enhance my hotness and keep me warm on windy days. Regina may complain about how "atrocious" they are, but I see how she stares at me when I walk past her with one on. She loves 'em.

4. The TV which I begged Regina for months to let me have in here. On cold, rainy days or when one of us is sick or lazy, we curl up and watch Friends for hours. Or Spongebob Squarepants if the kids are joining us.

5. Our dresser which I find very sentimental cause I get to raid my wife's panty drawer. And there may be a couple of other fun things in there as well. Have fun imagining that. ;)

6. Regina's perfume. It smells like sandalwood and apples, and she puts it on every single day for me even though it makes her sneeze. Sometimes when we're cuddled up in bed I can smell it on my pillow and I swear it gives me sweet dreams.

7. I know this isn't an object, but it's still in our room. The coffee stain that has been there for the past year. I spent 3 hours on my hands and knees scrubbing at it to no avail, all while Regina stood teasing me with a ridiculously sexy black leather outfit and whipping me (in a good way). That night was one of the best, and every time I look at that stain it reminds me of how fun and sexy my wife is.

8. My reading nook by the window. It was a 30th Christmas gift from Regina and the kids. A little bookshelf is set up by the window wrapped in red Christmas lights with a portable hot chocolate maker on an end table next to it. Soft pillows and a cashmere blanket are splayed on the window seat, giving me a beautiful view of Storybrooke. I have a problem with insomnia and used to go take a walk around outside at night, but that always made Regina nervous, so she gave me something personal mixed with something I love that reassures her that I'll stay safe. So it's times like tonight I often curl up with a fairytale book and a cup of hot chocolate until the sun begins to rise.

9. Regina's glasses. She's going to hate me saying so, but this is a legitimate favorite thing in our room. She hides them in her nightstand and absolutely detests them, though she knows she has to have them for reading. They're thick and black and too big for her face, which makes her look absolutely adorable. When I see her wearing them I usually tease her about being old which earns me a hard smack in the arm, but then I put on my matching pair so she doesn't feel bad.

10. My record player. It's one of the first things I bought for my apartment in Boston (even before I bought a couch) and it was a steal. I found it at a thrift shop and got it super cheap along with a bunch of records. When Regina and I drink a little too much, we blast Bon Jovi or Lady Gaga and have dance parties late into the night.

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Well, this won't be the last entry of mine but I have to take a little break because my hand is cramping up. Talk to you later, nerds. Love, Emma (I still hate writing in this.)