a.n.: Hi, guys. So this is chapter two and depending on the feedback I MIGHT write another chapter (I probably won't because I have write some interesting prompts I received *wink wink*). I hope you guys enjoy it, they might seem a little couply on these scenes because, I mean, IT IS SWAN QUEEN, right? Anyways, I was reading Aut Vincere Aut Mori and I am in love. All of you should read all of AVAM because it's hot, amazing and it's ancient which is TEN TIMES BETTE (yep, I love history and the rumours are true: i am a geeky lesbian). Enjoy it and review!
Oh, about the name of the Operation: I'm not an expert and I figured it would be something Henry would think so their mothers wouldn't be too suspicious about it. :)
Emma slowly started to wake up. As she opened up her eyes, she started to feel her surrounds: her throat was dry, painfully dry; a body was on top of hers, well, not just a body, Regina's body. Black hair was sprawled over her chest and the brunette's hand was resting innocently against her collarbone. The sheriff didn't remember the brunette falling asleep next to her neither Regina laying down. The last thing she remembered was the Mayor saying the pills might make her sleepy, the bowl of cereal and nothing more.
The older woman took a deep breath and frowned her brow. Emma quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, trying not to think so much about how the Mayor's breasts brushed against her side as she woke up.
On the other hand, Regina looked at Emma, trying to figure if she was awake or not, then she slowly unwrapped the arm from her waist and tip-toed upstairs. The mayor silently made her way to his son's room, she opened up the door and he had his eyes closed. She let out a sigh of relief, thanking God her son was still asleep.
Or so she thought.
As soon as the door was closed, Henry (not so) patiently waited for his mother to take her morning shower (10 minutes), change (8 minutes) and go downstairs to make their breakfast. He heard the sound of footsteps slowly disappearing into the hallway and he knew his mother was already making her way to the kitchen.
Henry slowly got out of his bed and made his best sleepy face as he went downstairs.
"'Morning, mom." He greeted as soon as he saw his mother making pancakes.
"Good morning, dear." She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. "Could you do me favor?"
"Sure, mom."
"Wake up your m-" Regina was interrupted by a blonde haired woman appeared.
"I smell pancakes." Emma said and smiled, her voice still a little bit raspy due her sleep.
"First, good morning, Emma." Regina said, turned around and placed the pancake on Henry's plate. The brunette looked up and met green eyes and a slight pout on the blonde's lips, she chuckled. "Second, you can't eat pancakes or you will probably throw up. Again."
"Drop it, woman! It was one time!" Emma groaned and sat next to her son.
"One time on my Jimmy Choo's."
Henry gasped and looked at his blonde mother. "If mom didn't have magic, you'd probably be dead now, ma."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry, your majesty."
"Apologies accepted, dear." Regina placed a bowl with cereal in front of the blonde.
"Cereal, again? Nooooooo." Emma's pout was back.
The pout made Regina shake her head and smile softly towards the sheriff and Henry's eyes caught it. He cleared his throat and his brunette mother snapped out "So, ma, where's granpa and granma?"
"Hm, they are campin' in the woods or somethin' like that." She answered mouth half full and Regina rolled her eyes.
"Oh." He nodded, understanding. "Will you stay here with us?"
"Um... Uh-I-Um" Emma looked at Regina for help, but the brunette was just as surprised as her. "I'm feeling a lot better, I mean, I appreciate your mom's help and everything, but, um, I-I guess I should go home. I mean, I don't want to bother her and-"
"Ma, you're rambling." Henry said and the blonde's face went as red as a tomato.
"Um-Sorry, I think?" She raised an eyebrow, confused.
Her son, as if he just ignored what his mother said, continued "You should stay with us, I mean, it's just mom and I, we're not doing anything and since stomach flu lasts two or three days, we could take care of you. Right, mom?" Henry looked at his brunette mother and she simply raised an eyebrow. "Please?" He sent her his best puppy eyes.
Regina chuckled and shook his head. She could never say no to her son and because she could enjoy the blonde's presence. A little. "Fine."
When the breakfast was over and Henry left upstairs the mayor tried to gather the dishes, but Emma interrupted. "No, no, no." Then she grabbed them and put them in the sink. "I will wash those." The brunette was dumbfounded and the blonde simply started washing them. "You took care of me-no, you're taking care of me and I should only repay it. I am a gentlewoman after all." She turned to the brunette and threw a playful wink.
Playful or not, the brunette blushed furiously. "You don't have t-"
"Just once, Regina. Let it go." The blonde interrupted and this hit Regina in so many different ways.
Emma was sitting on the couch with Henry by her side. The pain in her stomach was coming back and the room was getting colder.
"Ma? Are you okay? You look pale." Henry asked, concerned.
"Yeah, kid. Just a little nauseous." She gave him a small smile.
"MOM!" Henry yelled from his spot on the couch.
"Shit. Henry!" She muttered and he only shrugged his shoulders.
"Henry, I told you not to yell!" The mayor appeared, with a hand on her hips and a frown on her brow showing her disappointment.
"Ma isn't feeling so good." He said before his mother could start a lecture on how he should not yell. Again.
"I'm sure it's nothing, Regina."
Regina ignored completely what the blonde said and checked her temperature with the back of her hand. "You're feverish. I don't want to give you pills again and I doubt you could keep any of my herbal teas on your stomach." She said concerned and Emma only raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.
"Um-"
"Come upstairs with me. I might have some clothes that will fit you." The mayor motioned to the sheriff to come with her and Emma, like a puppy, followed her.
Operation True Love is by far the easiest yet the hardest one. He thought as he shook his head.
"The bathroom is down the hall. The clothes are here and there is a towel on the bathroom." Sweatpants, a shirt and underwear were perfectly folded as Regina gave them to Emma. "These are new." She pointed to the underwear with her eyes.
Well, I wouldn't bother using something that was touched by you, Madam Mayor. Wait, what?! What the fuck, Swan?! Emma shook the thoughts out of her head before muttering a 'thank you'
"Oh, by the way," The blonde turned around at the sound of the mayor's voice "Do not change the water's temperature."
"Fine." Emma rolled her eyes and headed to shower away the fever and the confused and 'delirious' thoughts towards the sun kissed woman.
On the other hand, the brunette was enjoying the presence of the sheriff. She realized they were friends somehow. Between curses, saving their son's life and more, they managed to be friends. A little voice in the back of Regina's head, that little voice that she always wanted to shut up, whispered that maybe they could manage to be more than just friends.
