A/N- And here's the next part, hope you enjoy and can just pretend that this is near enough to St. Patty's day to be an appropriate post.
It's an unusually warm day in March when the student government sets up the stage outside on the grass. They have decided to hold today's annual event outside on the main Quad. It's called the New Haven Green, right across the road from Welch Hall. It has the highest visibility and it's a popular gathering spot so they're sure to have a big turn out.
On the stage they set out the chairs, there's six out this year.
Holly Humphries, the student body president is pacing up and down in front of the stage with her clipboard- this is one of the biggest events that she has to set up all year, and she is twelve steps beyond stressed by this point.
"Do we have the generators set up and ready to go yet?" She calls over to a boy with large framed glasses who is typing on a laptop next to the stage.
"Yeah, power is a go." He confirmed. There was the annual St Patrick's day concert on the green featuring student bands after the event so they had to make sure they had everything ready.
"Have we gotten confirmation from the grounds keepers that they are going to keep the sprinkler system off? We don't need a repeat of last year." She muttered the last bit quietly to herself.
A passing blonde nodded in confirmation, "Yes, I spoke to them just yesterday."
"Good." Holly nodded to herself and continued checking over her list, "Power, gardening, what am I missing?"
She felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind as a head nestled onto her shoulder, "Talking to yourself again?" A deep voice asked directly into her ear.
Holly let herself lean back into the comforting hold, "Why? You won't want to date me anymore if I have schizophrenia?"
"Hey, I promised to love you no matter what- even if you're a schizoid."
The senior turned in her boyfriend's embrace, "That's so politically incorrect."
"Whatever you say, Ms. Psych major." The tall man teased, "What can I do to help?" The brunette was lightly teasing his girlfriend's sides with his fingers.
"Well first, you can stop distracting me." She shot a glare at the boy, and stepped marginally out of the hold, "Then you can double check the roster of professors participating and make sure that we have enough chairs set out."
Seth took the list his girlfriend offered him and scanned it over, his green eyes widening on the final name, "Professor Swan is doing it again?"
"Mhm." Holly hummed in confirmation, stepping back to help direct a couple of students hanging a banner, "Some of her thesis students started a campus wide petition, they raised twelve thousand dollars."
Seth whistled long and low, "This ought to be fun. Wait, who is the 'special guest' that you've got on here?"
A smirk crept across Holly's lips, "It's a secret, but I can tell you that they're an extra special local celebrity, and they managed to raise even more money than all of the professors added together."
The next couple of hours was spent with the student government running around to complete the preparations for the celebration of St. Baldrick's day. Throughout the day, students filtered in and took spots on the grass, some of them spreading out blankets to enjoy the uncharacteristic warmth while watching the festivities.
A couple of hours later, the professors all arrived in one large group. They were talking and laughing as they made their way to the stage that had been set up.
Doctor Emerson was in the lead and he bounced happily up to Holly, "Ms. Humphries, what a lovely set up you have here this year!" His cheeks were faintly rosy and his thinning hair was puffing up in the back, "It's quite impressive what the student government manages to organize here!"
Holly smiled and thanked him, the group of teachers all smelled faintly of alcohol, and she knew it wouldn't be a big stretch of the imagination if the professors had all gone out for a couple of rounds before coming to the green.
Seth came up to give his girlfriend any last minute support she may need and also to try and get any hints about who the special guest may be. Much to his dismay, the 'special guest' chair beside Professor Swan at the edge of the stage was still empty.
Before he could even try to open his mouth to pester his girlfriend about the special guest, Holly cut him off, "Can you go and ask Doctor Emerson if he would like to say a few words before they do the cutting?"
"Sure."
Seth jogged easily up the stage, stopping just behind the head of the department and waiting a moment to find a good time to interject, "So she's really going to do it?" The man was asking Professor Swan at the other end of the row of chairs.
"Yeah, her press secretary figures it's now or never. It's not an election year, her party needs some good publicity, and it ought to soften her image."
"Why does she need softening?"
Emma smiled secretively, "You didn't hear this from me, but next presidential election may be a big year." She winked at the other professors who were now hanging off her every word.
"You don't mean..." Professor Stevens left the question open.
"I've been sworn to secrecy."
Doctor Emerson smiled, giving away his joke before he even delivered it, "I'm not sure shaving off all her hair will soften her image, it might display the horns."
Emma rolled her eyes. Over the years the head of the department had taken on a more and more fatherly role in her life, and by extension a grandfatherly role in the life of her children. Part of that role was clashing heads with her wife over politics, "Just because you're a raging member of the Green Party doesn't mean that my wife is the devil."
The professors continued fighting goodnaturedly with each other and Seth asked Doctor Emerson about speaking. With his answer, the brunette headed down to report to his girlfriend. When he did, he spotted a brunette in heels and a pencil skirt stalking quickly across the grass. She was wearing dark sunglasses and a long coat with the collar turned up, the toddler held on her hip and the young boy clutching her hand were in stark contrast to her attire. Seth couldn't be sure but he narrowed his eyes to watch the woman's progress.
"Holly, is that- it can't be..."
The student body president just got a sneaky smile, of course her Political Science major boyfriend recognized the special guest.
Seth watched the woman climb the steps and strut across the stage as if she owned it, she dropped a kiss on Professor Swan's forehead depositing the young boy in Emma's lap, and she took the final seat, shedding her coat and sunglasses, adjusting to hold the squirming toddler in her lap.
"That's not Senator Mills?!"
"It is."
"Holy shit."
On the stage, the senator was smiling and talking with the professors, though she had met all of them at the holiday parties held by various members of the department, she was always treated as a bit of a celebrity.
Not that her kids got that memo. The girl in her lap was a carbon copy of the senator, dark hair beginning to curl, lightly tanned skin, and warm chocolate eyes. Eyes which at the moment were darting around wildly taking in her surroundings. She alternated between clutching at her mother's hair and trying to leap into Professor Swan's lap instead.
"She's Professor Swan's wife?" Seth asked, incredulous.
"Mhm, I thought you knew." Holly was too busy sorting out the news crew who had just arrived to fully respond to her boyfriend's revelation.
"I knew that the senator was married to a professor, I just never realized it was Swan."
"Yeah, I think they've been married for around fifteen years now."
With the way the two were interacting, fifteen years seemed to be about right. Senator Mills seemed to have finally corralled the small girl in her lap to sit quietly, Professor Swan had one arm slung around the back of the brunette's chair and Seth could see her idly playing with the ends of the Senator's hair.
By this time, the green was getting quite filled and the news crew was all set up for the special interest piece being filmed about the Senator. Up on the stage, the hair stylist that had been brought in was just getting finished plugging in and arranging her tools.
"How was your day, Peanut?" Emma asked sweetly to the little girl in Regina's lap.
"Good." The girl smiled wide with all her teeth, and tiny dimples that so much resembled her brunette mother, "I drawed with Tina."
"Drew, dear. You drew with Tina." Regina automatically corrected.
"I drew." The girl tried it out, feeling how the word tasted in her mouth.
"And what did you do Hen?" Emma turned to the boy who was entertained by the men in the department on the stage.
"Played soccer."
"That's great." Emma smiled, running her hand through the boy's hair. It was flopping down just over his eyes, and she knew that Regina was soon going to insist on haircuts.
A few minutes later, and the festival was all set to begin. The barber began on Doctor Emerson's end of the stage, working her way down. As she went to each professor, they would announce how much money they had raised for the foundation and then they would say goodbye to their hair.
When they got to Emma, and she announced her over five thousand dollars, Regina stood to take the razor. She buzzed a large swatch of blonde off the middle of her wife's head and relinquished the razor to let the professional finish the job.
Next up was Regina. She raised over twenty five thousand dollars thanks to the generous support of her party members and the numerous feminists who supported her (soon to be) announcement of becoming the first woman running on her own for president. Emma, now bald for the second time in the past few years, grabbed the stool that was sitting on a back corner of the stage and positioned it right next to Regina's chair. She lifted their young daughter up onto the stool and held her securely around the middle.
"Alright, Peanut. Are you ready to shave Momma's hair?"
The girl nodded and Emma helped her hold the trimmers. Regina cradled their son on her lap as the girl took off a swervy patch of hair. The two women traded kids so that the older boy could have a shot at buzzing off his mother's hair.
His cut was a little more in a straight line, but still not quite perfect. When he finished, he handed over the razor and watched with a bright smile as the rest of the Senator's hair was shaved off.
When the barber was done and the stage had been cleared, the first student band got set up and began their first song, and the professors all congregated off to the side for some photos.
Regina still held the small girl on her hip and Seth (along with all the other students gathered on the grass) couldn't help but notice how perfect the little family looked together. The little girl reached up, running her hand in amazement over Regina's now bald head.
Emma followed suit, carefully tracing over her wife's head, "I knew there weren't any horns there." She smirked.
Regina gasped in mock offense, shooting a glare at Doctor Emerson, and knowing that he must have been behind any accusation of her having horns.
"Even if there were though, I would love you." The blonde smiled.
"Are you sure?" Regina confirmed.
"Absolutely positive. I would love you no matter what, even if you didn't look amazing in a power suit and even if you were old and wrinkled. Because I am so hopelessly in love with you, Regina Swan- Mills."
The brunette couldn't help but melt at her wife's words, "I love you too, baby." It wasn't often that she pulled that endearing name out in public, but when she did, Emma knew it was something special. In response, Emma reached around their girl to sneak a sweet, chaste kiss from her wife.
That exact moment (one little toddler on Regina's hip, and Henry glued to Emma's side, both women bald, liplocked, and entirely in love) was caught in a photo which graced both the mantle of the Swan- Mill's mansion and became one of the main campaign photos for Regina's run at the presidency.
It took a while, but eventually their hair grew back, Regina's barely brushed her shoulders in time for her to make the official announcement of running for the White House. By that time, Emma was tenured at Yale, Henry was in his full fledged twelve year old realm of self- righteousness, and Charlotte, their little Peanut, was just getting ready to enter the fourth grade.
A/N- I love this little world and will probably be posting more in it, so stick with me people. Hope you enjoyed this, and drop me a review to let me know what you thought/ what you want to see these four do next!