Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor do I own anything from the show. I just have crazy ideas. So shoot me if I wanna write them down!
Side Note: Still a bit normal and domesticated, but starting to move towards some big changes. Slowly, but surely. ;) Also, thanks to sapphonest for talking with me about what to do with this chapter. :)
It was just a regular day in Storybrooke, nothing out of the ordinary happening. Regina and Emma carried out their usual morning routines, only exchanging flirty glances every now and then. The previous night of love making was definitely putting a little pep in their step. Henry sat at the table watching them, pleased to see Regina had forgiven Emma fairly quickly. However, he hated seeing them be all flirty with each other in front of him.
"Do you guys mind? I'm trying to eat breakfast here." Henry whined, sounding like a typical thirteen year old boy.
Emma chuckled as she let go of her girlfriends waist, sliding into the chair next to Henry. "Get over it, kid. You'd think you'd be used to us acting this way by now." She leaned over to ruffle his hair, but he managed to dodge it in time.
Regina watched them for a moment from her spot next to the counter, sipping on her cup of coffee. A small smile danced around her lips as her little family laughed over their morning breakfast. Regina had never once thought her happy ending would be something like this. She'd never thought of herself as the domestic housewife that watched her family get along during breakfast. Granted, some mornings didn't start out so well, but every argument between her and Emma were always resolved. Sometimes it took a day. Sometimes it took a week and once in a while it would take even more than that, but in the end they always made up.
Last night had definitely been a make up night. The smile on Regina's face grew larger as she thought about it, skin heating up just the tiniest bit as flashes of the previous night breezed through her mind. Emma seemed to notice the light blush to Regina's skin and cut off her joking around with Henry. She gave her son a smile before moving from her chair and over to Regina, palm sitting lightly against Regina's cheek. "You okay, Gina?" Emma questioned, an amused look on her face. She could read Regina so very well and already knew the answer, but she loved to tease Regina now and then. Or rather, if she was being honest with herself, a lot.
Leaning into Emma's touch, an automatic reaction for Regina now, she glared at Emma and rolled her eyes. "Not now, Emma." She scolded, not wanting to get into why she wasn't okay in front of Henry. However, he got the gist and did his own eye roll, looking just like Regina when he did it.
"Yeah, I'm going to school now. See you guys later." And before either Emma or Regina could turn to say goodbye, Henry had dashed out of the kitchen, leaving his bowl of cereal on the table.
Regina sighed and pulled away from Emma, going straight to the abandoned bowl. "I swear, the older he gets, the more of your bad habits he picks up." The brunette scolded, scooping up the bowl, the box of cereal and the milk.
Emma frowned dramatically, feigning hurt. "So what are you saying, I'm like a teenage boy?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and then wiggling them, flashing a toothy grin.
Regina pursed her lips, but then chuckled. "Yes, actually, that is exactly what I'm saying. Your table manners, the way you leave things around the house all the time. And let us not forget the mess you made yesterday morning." It was Regina's turn to raise her eyebrow now, eying Emma as she washed out the bowl and set it in the dishwasher.
Emma scowled, moving closer to Regina and leaning against the counter top. "Ah, come on, Regina. I apologized for that. Remember?" The blonde gave her infamous crooked smile and winked at the brunette. Her hand came up to place her forefinger against Regina's cheek. Slowly she moved Regina's head her way, leaning in to place a feverish kiss on those oh so kissable lips.
When their lips parted, Regina let out a ragged sigh as her body leaned towards Emma. "Mmm, true, you did apologize. And I did forgive you." Regina's tone was a wicked whisper, a playful grin working its way around the edges of her mouth. "Repeatedly." She growled, grin widening further as she nipped at Emma's bottom lip.
The blonde groaned as her girlfriend took her bottom lip in between her teeth, pulling just a little before planting a toe curling kiss to her lips. When Regina pulled away from her, Emma's head was swimming. She plastered a smile to her face before giving a contented sigh. "Have I ever told you how much of a damn good kisser you are?" She mumbled, arm moving to curl around Regina's waist.
Regina chuckled and nodded. "Oh yes, dear, many times." She threw a wink at Emma before grabbing a towel and drying her hands off. She moved back in front of Emma, using her superb sense of sexuality to lean into Emma's body and place her lips against her ear. "Now, as much as I would love to take you on the counter right here, right now…" Regina paused to nibble on Emma's earlobe, tongue snaking out to lick at the hollow of her ear before letting go. "I have to go to work." Regina pushed away then, swinging her hips as she made her way out of the kitchen. "Town to run." She threw the words over her shoulder before disappearing into the hallway.
Emma was glued to her spot for the moment, the heat between her thighs throbbing as she let out a pained groan. After taking a moment to try to steady her legs, Emma pushed herself off of the counter and went in search of Regina. She found her by the closet door, slipping on one of her many expensive jackets. Regina moved to the mirror and applied a new layer of lipstick, smacking her lips together before nodding. Just as she was flipping her hair, Emma moved behind her, hands automatically gripping at Regina's hips.
"Come on, Gina. Can't you just stay home today? We can both take a sick day. We'd have the whole house to ourselves. And there are still some places in this house I'd love make to love to you in." Emma whispered in Regina's ear before turning on her own charm as she placed her lips to Regina's neck. She could tell just by the way Regina's body responded that the idea was alluring, but she should have known rejection was closer than she wanted it to be.
Regina gave a heavy sigh and turned on Emma, a frown etched on her face. "I'm sorry, Emma. As much as I would love that, I need to go to work. The town won't run itself." She paused, seeing the dejected look on Emma's face. It broke her heart to see Emma so let down. When Emma had first shown up in Storybrooke, Regina would have done anything to see such a look on the blonde's face. However, things had changed dramatically and now she just wanted the look erased for good.
"I tell you what." Regina started, smiling lightly at Emma. "This Saturday we'll make some time for us. I'll cook something special. And then you can make love to me anywhere you want and for as long as you want. How does that sound?" She raised an eyebrow, forefinger lifting Emma's chin up so she could see those gorgeous green eyes.
"What about Henry?" Emma asked, still looking slightly sad. But Regina's proposal had perked her up just the tiniest bit.
"We'll …" Regina blew out a puff of air, thinking hard, "send him off with a friend or something. Or make him do something productive. Whatever you want." The older woman offered, raising her eyebrows in hope.
For a moment Emma was silent, eyes slipping away from Regina's. Just a few short seconds later, a breathtaking smile spread across her lips and her arms encircled Regina's waist. "Sounds like a plan." She muttered before placing a quick kiss to Regina's lips. Emma then let go of her, turning back towards the kitchen. "Have a good day at work."
Regina shook her head, rolling her eyes as she watched Emma disappear back into the kitchen. "Whatever will I do with her?" She mumbled to herself, grabbing her purse before heading out of the door. Despite the question though, Regina knew exactly what she wanted to do with her. She had plans for this Saturday, plans she hadn't discussed with anyone. Big plans that meant a big change. She just had one stop to make before Saturday rolled around. One stop that meant her decision had been made. It would, in the end, be Emma's answer that would make or break everything.
Hours later, after picking Henry up from school, Emma found herself sitting with her son and Mary Margaret in Granny's diner. As Henry and Mary Margaret spoke about something fun that had happened during school hours, Emma sat quietly sipping on her hot cocoa. She was having one of her moments. The kind of moment where she mentally took a step out of her body and took a look at her life. She had done this a few times since getting together with Regina, but today it all seemed more surreal than usual.
Emma had looked at her life plenty of times before, but it had never seemed so…happy. If anyone had told her five years ago that she'd be living in a quaint little town in Maine with her son and his adoptive mother, she would have punched them dead in the face. She hadn't ever expected to be living the domestic life with a son and a wife. Hell, she'd never even considered a husband, much less a wife. However, as crazy as it all sounded, there was no way she was giving any of it up now. She'd fight to the death to keep her girlfriend and their son. When she had first realized she'd die for them, it had been a hell of a shocker, but it was as normal as walking to think it now.
"Emma? Emma?" Mary Margaret's voice crashed into Emma's ears, breaking her from her moment.
Emma blinked, looking down at her cocoa and then up at Mary Margaret. "Yeah?" She raised her eyebrows in question, still halfway lost in thought. She felt Henry's questioning eyes on her, but she ignored him for now
"I asked if you made up with Regina." Mary Margaret said, leaning forward on the table as a look of concern made itself present on her features.
"Oh. Uh…yeah. Everything's fine now." Emma's eyes darted to Henry, afraid to say anything more extensive than that. He didn't need to know that they made up….multiple times….and in many different positions.
"That's good, Emma. That's good." Mary Margaret paused, an innocent look on her face as she smiled at her best friend. "How'd you get her to calm down?" She questioned, propping her elbow up on the table and laying her chin in her hand.
"Yeah, Emma. How in the world do you get mom to forgive you so fast?" Henry asked, eyes inquisitive and curious as he stared up at her.
Emma's tongue tripped over words, face turning a bit flush. She was so having an off day. Henry was thirteen years old now, but she didn't want to be discussing her sex life with her son. Not that he'd want to hear it. It took her forever to finally be able to get more than a few jumbled up syllables out of her mouth. "Just, ya know, puppy dog eyes and apologies. That kind of stuff." And before Henry could ask anymore questions, she jumped up from her seat and smiled down at Henry. "How about you go get some ice cream? Go talk to Ruby."
That seemed to perk Henry up quite a bit as he hopped out of the booth. "Sure! Can I have some money?" Henry asked, holding out his hand. He had become the early teenager who asked for money frequently.
Emma gave him a high five and turned him towards the counter, ignoring the look of incredulity on Henry's face. "I'm sure if you're nice enough, Ruby will give it to you for free."
Henry rolled his eyes and shook his head, giving Emma a sideways glance before walking past her and sitting at the diner counter. Emma watched him for a moment as he talked with Ruby, being a little more flirty than she would ever be comfortable with. He was growing up far too quickly and his interest in girls were increasing. A sudden clearing of the throat made Emma's head snap towards Mary Margaret, a look of apology quickly racing to her face.
"So, how'd you get Regina to forgive you?" Mary Margaret inquired again, that soft smiling adorning her features yet again.
Emma sighed and leaned back into the booth. She'd almost forgotten she had called MM about it. "I cleaned up the kitchen, made sure it was freaking spotless." She began, sighing heavily as she remembered what a hassle that had been. "I made dinner. An edible dinner, thank you very much." She grinned a little at that, knowing that most people knew she was not much of a cook. "I bought her white roses and lit candles on the dinner table, tucked Henry in and waited for her." Emma paused there, chewing on her bottom lip. "She came home late, but I apologized and she apologized as well." At Mary Margaret's raised eyebrow, Emma rolled her eyes. "Apologized in her own way. And then I took her to bed…all night. It was probably the best sex we've had in long…"
Mary Margaret quickly cut her off, waving her hands as she closed her eyes and shook her head. "You can stop there. I don't need to be about that. "It's still very weird hearing about Regina and sex." MM shivered. "I don't even like using that word and her name in the same sentence." She shivered once more before returning to her normal state of quietness. She was silent for the longest time, sipping on her own cup of cocoa. Every now and then she'd glance up at Emma.
Emma knew those looks. She knew MM like the back of her hand and the small glances she was giving told Emma she wanted to ask her something else. "Spit it out." She grunted, sinking into her seat with her cup in her hands.
The brunette was quiet for another moment before taking in a breath and then spilling all her words in one breath. "I just really want to make sure you're still happy with Regina. It had just all been a surprise to everyone when you announced your relationship."
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Emma squeezed her eyes tightly together "M&M…" She started, opening her green eyes and staring into ones very similar to her. "Look, I know you're always going to be concerned, but if Regina and I have made it this far, don't you think we'll be able to last?" Emma leaned forward, tilting her head and giving Mary Margaret the 'are you ever going to quit asking me that' face.
Mary Margaret laid her hands on the table, leaning forward as well. "I know, I know. You get tired of me asking. But Emma…" The brunette paused, fiddling with the ring on her finger. "When you first came here, you were the 'one night stands only' type of girl. That can be an easy thing to change, even in three years."
"Mary Margaret, I love Regina and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Yes, I realize that is a big change from who I was when I first came to Storybrooke, but I can do this. You just have to trust me."
A tinge of red washed over Mary Margaret's cheeks as she looked down at the table. She was embarrassed for asking, but she was only concerned Regina would hurt Emma. "I do trust you. It's Regina I don't trust."
At this, Emma sighed heavily and rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs. "Yes, I know you don't trust Regina, but that doesn't matter. I trust Regina. I'm the one in the relationship with her, not you." Emma gave the brunette a stern look, wishing like hell she'd just drop the whole thing. "It's been three years. I'm not going anywhere and neither is she."
Mary Margaret nodded, taking a hold of her cup of cocoa again and taking one sip before sitting it back down. A smile cracked over her face after a minute and she leaned into the back of the seat. "I suppose I should leave it alone. You've both become very domesticated." Her smile lit up brighter as Emma had the guts to look shocked.
"Domesticated? What? Excuse me, but I am not domesticated. I may be a one woman kind of girl now, but I still have a wild streak in me." Emma's tone sounded as if she was trying to convince even herself of this fact.
The mousy brunette started to chuckle, shaking her head at Emma. "Oh come on, Emma. You made her dinner last night, bought her flowers and then waited up for her. I would eve bet that you put Henry to bed so Regina would have to." Mary Margaret raised her eyebrow, knowing very well that it had to be true.
The blonde glared at her friend, unable to deny anything she had said. "Whatever." She mumbled, though there was a hint of a smile trying desperately to break free. It almost did before Mary Margaret asked a mind boggling question.
"Have the two of you thought of getting married?"
Emma's mouth dropped open, cleaning not having been expecting that question. "I…uh…well….I just…um…" The blonde blinked rapidly and stuttered, face going flush for yet the second time today.
Mary Margaret bit back her laugh and patted Emma's hand. "It was just a question, Emma. Calm down."
"Right, well…" Emma took in a deep breath and sucked down the rest of her drink. She slammed the cup back down onto the counter and stared at the table, eyes unblinking. "I hadn't really thought about marriage. I don't even know if Regina wants something like that. It's never been discussed. I mean, sure, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. She's the one and I can feel it in my bones, but a wedding…with cake and guests and dresses…" The thought made Emma want to jump out of her skin. "I don't do well with attention and big affection crap. You know that."
MM nodded, trying her best to placate her friend. "It's okay, Emma. It's not like it's happening tomorrow or anything." She gave Emma a reassuring grin and then glanced up at the clock. "Oh! Crap! I'm supposed to meet David in five minutes." Mary Margaret did her flustering and nearly dropped her cup of cocoa. Emma saved her though and handed MM her jacket. "Thanks." She mumbled, giving a small smile to Emma.
Emma raised her eyebrow, having thought Mary Margaret was taking a break from David. Ever since Kathryn and David's divorce, they had been on and off again. Frankly, Emma was getting tired of the whole thing. They either needed to break up or get married.
The brunette frowned down at Emma. "I know what you're thinking. We're not doing anything just…trying to work through everything."
"Sure. If that's what you wanna call it." Emma knew exactly what they were doing and the guilty look on MM's face told all.
"Oh stop. He's a good man. He just…needs to figure things out."
"It's been two and a half year, Mary Margaret." Emma scolded as she took money from her pocket and threw it on the table.
"I know it has been, but I think we're making progress. Just give it time." MM pleaded, eyes matching her tone.
Emma shook her head, but then smiled. "Sure, sure. Time. Have a good night, Mary Margaret." With that, Emma turned to retrieve Henry from flirting with Ruby. Mary Margaret quickly made her way out of the diner and practically ran towards her apartment.
It was later that night, as Mary Margaret participated in exactly what Emma knew she'd be doing, that memories began to flood into her mind. It was just as David pushed one more time with a groan that a ripple burst through her body, memories of her old life flashing through her mind. Every memory of her life before this one mixed with the life she had been living for the past twenty-eight years. In that moment something happened that would throw a kink in multiple lives. She let out a cry, but not the one she had anticipated. It was a cry of pain, loss, happiness and pleasure. David looked down at her in concern as she blinked the sweat from his eyes.
"Mary Margaret? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" David questioned in a shaky voice, clearly concerned with the cry out that she had given.
"Oh my god! I remember! I remember everything!" She shouted, wrapping her arms tightly around David as tears spilled from her eyes.
David looked confused, but held onto her just as tightly. "What are you talking about?" He asked, slowing rubbing his hands up and down Mary Margaret's back.
If only he knew that the woman he was holding onto had remembered her entire life before this world. If only he knew that Mary Margaret was in fact Snow White, his beloved wife. If only David knew. He didn't, but Mary Margaret did.