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CHAPTER 4: FIRST DAY

The blonde groaned as she heard knocking to her door. It was far to early and she had no intentions to get up. The bed was too comfortable to leave it. She hid herself under the sheets to protect herself from the sound and the sun.

But then, Emma suddenly reminded herself where she was as she brought herself into a sitting position just as the door to the room opened and the brunette girl slowly walked in.

Her really long hair was lying lose on her shoulders and back, she wore a creamy nightgown.

"I'm sorry that I woke you," Regina said with a soft and gentle tone of voice. Emma remembered the tone, Regina had used the same tone when talking outside the Granny's that day on the welcome-home-party. "My mother's order."

"It's okay," Emma smiled and stretched herself before she yawned. "I's rather hard to get out of the bed in the morning and also hard to go to bed at night."

Regina laughed at Emma's words like she had just told a joke. After a second Emma joined her seeing how weird that looked like. Especially for Regina, how Emma could guess, knowing that Regina was an morning person.

"You are so silly"

Emma smiled widely at those words.

"Oh, no offence..."

"Don't worry," Emma assured the girl. "None taken."

After those words Emma slid out off the bed, her three-days-dress still on her. another yawn left her mouth.

"Here..." Emma heard Regina's voice again and saw the girl heading toward her with something in her hands. "I searched for some clothes, I hope they will fit you. A nightgown is also in here."

Regina handed Emma clothes and she took them with a grateful 'thank you'.

"The baths are on the end of the hall, you will find hot water there," Regina added after a second. Emma nodded at her words understanding. A happy smile on her face that she will be finally able to wash herself. "I will be going to change myself. I will meet you in the living room, okay? Then we can go eat something, I'm sure you must be starving by now. Then we will go to the stables and I will tell you everything."

"Sounds perfect to me." After those words both of them left the room and walked in two different directions.

Emma walked till she reached the end of the hall and then opened the last door. She entered one of the bathrooms and wasted no time.

In the middle of the room was a middle-sized bath already filled half full with hot water. Emma had some problems with taking off the corset, the rest of her clothing went easier. Emma slowly slinked into the bath and sat down. The hot water hugged her body and a small moan escaped Emma's throat. God, she missed this so much...

The blonde laid down, her long, now wet, hair. Emma wished she could stay like that, enjoy this and be alone with her thoughts some more, but she couldn't. Regina probably will be waiting for her in a matter of minutes. With a groan of displeasure, Emma sat up once again and began washing her body and blonde hair.

After 5 or maybe 10 minutes, what seemed for Emma to be a short moment, she was drying herself. Once that was done she hanged the towel on one of the hooks on the wall and walked to the small cabinet where she left one set of clothes Regina gave her. White trousers, quite a big shirt and a gray cloak. These weren't made of a material Emma loved but it was far better than nothing.

Emma quickly dressed herself and left before she ran downstairs. It was weird, because she got here just yesterday and she felt even more than quite comfortable.

For her whole life Emma was moving here and there, never staying in one place for too long. She saw the whole world as the place she could live in. It was quite like Pumbaa said in The Lion King, "Home is where your rump rests." Though it never was a home. No matter if it was a car, ground, bench, a motel, her own apartment or someone else's place. It never felt like home.

"Sorry it took me so long." Emma apologized to Regina as soon as she found herself next to the waiting girl. "I tried to make it quick."

"Don't worry, that's okay." Regina answered and assured Emma that she meant it with a smile. "I was waiting for you just a minute or two. Hungry?"

"Like a wolf." Emma admitted wit a smirk and Regina chuckled. "I could even eat a horse."

"Be sure," Regina started. "that I won't give you mine."

The brunette was teasing and that was the first time she did it in Emma's present. In this world, at least. Teasing was in her blood. Cora's daughter, after all.

Regina laid Emma to the big dining room, where food was already waiting for them. Emma noticed that it was set for only two people.

"Aren't your parents eating with us?" Emma asked as she took one of the seats.

"No, they've already eaten 'cause they had to go somewhere quite early." Regina explained. "They left before I woke you up."

Emma only nodded, hiding that she was happy with the fact, that Cora was not here.

Both of them enjoyed their meals in comfortable silence. Emma ate everything that was on her plate, though there was quite a lot of it.

After both of them were done with eating, they headed outside and to the stables. Emma watched as Regina walked to her horse and greeted it with sweet words and touches. After a moment Emma started to look around. Everything that was needed was in her sight.

"Have you ever taken care of a horse?"

Emma turned around to face Regina. The girl was caressing the horse's nose and looking at Emma.

"Not really." Emma admitted shyly. She was about to do something, about what she had no idea. But how hard could this be? Nothing that needed to be explained. She needed to keep the stables clean, feed, clean and brush the horse. "But I know what I have to do."

The blonde walked to Regina, and Regina nodded. Emma hadn't noticed that she took an apple from the house. She fed it to Rocinante and both of them smiled watching the horse chew.

"I wanted to take him for a ride." Regina broke the silence after a minute or two. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm not a baby, I can be left alone." Emma answered with a smirk that Regina returned as she exercised Rocinante from the box stall. "And beside that, I prefer to walk alone, so… It suits me."

Regina took a cheek piece and saddle to get the horse ready for a ride. Then she stopped, just as she was about to and looked at Emma. "Do you want me to show you how to do everything right?"

"Errrr… Sure." Emma slid her hair behind her ear and walked to stand beside Regina. It might have looked easy before for Emma, but it came to it that she was unable to do a single thing alone. Regina chuckled a few times friendly and right away showed Emma everything she was doing wrong. The brunette then took everything off the horse and let Emma try again on her own. Emma was a good student, always; that way she could always survive in her lonely life, so she was this time. "It's harder than I've thought."

"At first, yes, but once you get it, it's a piece of cake." In one second Regina was sitting on the horse. "I will be going now."

"Err, Regina?"

"Yes?"

"May I ask you something?"

Regina smiled widely and laughed softly. "Of course you can, dear. What is it?"

"This is your first horse, am I correct?" When the girl nodded her head in agreement Emma continued, "How do you know how to ride, then?"

"Well… My father always loved horses and when I was big enough he was taking me with him on a little trips. After my 7th birthday I asked him if he could teach me." Regina explained. "My mother wasn't happy, of course, but my daddy always tried his best to make my dreams come true. He even made it to get me a horse a year sooner."

Emma smiled as she listened. "Your father sounds like a noble man. I hope I will meet him soon." She really did. She was curious of the man who clearly loved his daughter very much… And she must have loved him very much, too.

"You will today. The four of us will have dinner together, remember?"

"Oh, indeed. I forgot…" It was happening far too often lately. "I won't be stopping you. Go now."

"See you later, dear!" Regina gave Emma once last big smile and after a short moment she was gone and Emma was left alone.

The sight of Regina's father couldn't just disappear from Emma's thoughts. Was it indeed true that Regina killed- will kill- whatever- her father to cast the curse? He was- will be… the one thing this innocent girl loved the most… Emma couldn't even imagine how painful that must be… Just like for her mother, Snow, to kill David in the past year… The world of magic was so cruel…

To keep herself from the thoughts about the future that for her already happened, Emma lost herself in work. There wasn't too much of it so after she was done, Emma's chosen to go to the meadow and lay down on the green ground. She found herself embraced with warm sunbeams and a tepid wind.

After what seemed like a short moment she felt poking. After a second she heard a light whisper. "Emma?" Another poking. The blonde groaned, but didn't open her eyes nor did she move. "Emma, wake up."

Slowly Emma started to return to real life. She blinked a few times before her eyes got use to the bright colors. As she fully opened her eyes she saw a beautiful face above her and she smiled. Now she wasn't sure if she was still dreaming… Her eyes were about to close again when she felt a plan against her cheek.

"I could never guess that this day on the stables would wear you out so much." A soft voice teased and this time Emma's eyes shoot wide. "Here you go, dear." Regina gently tapped Emma's cheek and moved away from her.

Emma slowly sat up, but either way everything started to move around her. She needed a second so everything could return on it's place. "Oh God, I'm really sorry…" Emma murmured and looked at the young woman.

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

"I didn't plan to fall asleep." Emma added quickly, but Regina only shook her head with a smile.

"Aren't you mad?" That was a stupid question, Emma knew.

"Why should I? It happens!" Regina got up and then reached her hand toward Emma to help her get up, too. Her smiled changed and Emma could see something playfully evil inside those deep brown eyes. "Or maybe you want me to be mad at you, huh? I can be."

"You are evil, you know that?" Emma joked and Regina laughed before she rested her forearm against Emma's shoulder. "Pure evil and such innocent on the outside…"

"No-one told you that appearances are deceptive?" Regina raised her perfect brow tilting her head on left side. A tension was in the air until both of them burst out laughing. "Come on, dear," Regina added when they finally calmed down. "My parents are back and they don't like when I'm getting late for dinner. You really don't want mess with them. With my mother, at least."

After those words Regina hooked her arm against Emma's and both of them headed toward the mansion.

"Finally…" They heard after five minutes as they walked into the dinning room. "And I've already started to think that you two would never show up." Cora's voice and so her expression was cool. "Sit down, girls."

And so they did. They took the seats in front of Regina's parents, one was still free, so Regina asked, "Where is daddy?" She seemed to be worry with him being late. But nothing bad could happen, right?

Before Cora could answer an older man entered the room saying, "I'm here, honey. How was your day?" The man walked to the girl and kissed the top of her head. "And who is this?"

Emma was watching the whole scene from the beginning, but now she looked straight into Sir Henry's eyes. They were blue-grey, filled with goodness and sympathy. A polite smile showed on his face as he looked between Emma and Regina.

"This is Emma, daddy." Regina explained. "Mother gave her work in the stables. Emma," The girl turned to the blonde. "This is my father, Henry."

"It's really nice to meet you, sir," Emma reached her hand to the man and her took it. "You daughter told me a lot about you."

"Did she?" Sir Henry touched Regina's cheek with index finger and the smiled widely. "It's nice to meet you, too, Emma. Now, please, eat." The old man walked to his place at the table and sat beside his wife.

This whole dinner was rather awkward for Emma. Mostly because she ate with Regina's parents and had no idea if she should stay quiet or try to begin the conversation. She didn't have to at the beginning. Regina was talking about her day. The room was filled mostly with the girl and her father's voice. Cora was saying something just from time to time, to remind Regina that she should eat and not talk. But Regina had no intent to listen to her mother, too much lost in conversation with her dad.

Emma watched and listened with a smile. She couldn't help but to feel happy seeing the loving relationship. This man seemed to be able do anything to make Regina happy. But then… Why he allowed to make the wedding with the king happen? Hadn't he enough power?

"From where are you from… Emma?"

Emma was shocked with the question. "Oh, I… Well…" Now she felt all three pair of eyes on her what made her feel like a scared mouse even more. "I don't know actually…" She lied after a few second. "My parents abandoned me just as I was born, so I don't know from where my family is…"

Emma looked at Regina, who studied her with intense eyes. Emma knew why. She told Regina that she found her family, and that would mean that she knew exactly from were she was. But she had to idea that wasn't something Emma could share with her parents, but she didn't mention anything and Emma was more than glad for that.

"I'm really sorry," Sir Henry started after a awkward moment of silence. "That must be hard for you."

"No! I mean, yes…" Emma bit her lip nervously and then looked down. "Yes," She repeated. "But not as hard as to when I was a child. I knew a lot of those like me. Childhood is the worst part. Children don't understand things like that."

"Father…" Regina started softly. "We shouldn't ask questions like that-"

"It's okay," Emma reached under the table to take Regina's hand in hers. They met their eyes once again. "You may ask the question if you want, but I can't promise I will be able to answer. I'm not the kind of person that talks about herself a lot." I can, but not without trust. Emma finished in her thoughts.

She felt like she was flying. She couldn't see anything, nothing but a bright light everywhere. Suddenly she met with a cold ground. She used her hands to rest herself on them and got up. She looked around and saw that she was in a big bedchamber with a king size bed and a big balcony behind a glass doors. Finally she looked down at herself and she saw she wore a white dress, but not a wedding one. She had no idea why but she felt tired and worn out. And confused. She had no idea what was going on.

After a moment she noticed the door so she walked outside. The halls were dark and quiet. Quiet until Emma finally heard low whispers and the end of the hall. She couldn't catch the words o she started to walking toward the direction where were the whispering people.

"Is it the right thing to do, Snow?" She heard her father's voice and she stopped. "We should have discuss this with Emma first…"

"You know she would never agree…" Told the other voice. Snow… "I know this is cruel, but that was what we needed to do…"

"She will never get over this…" Emma frowned and leaned against the wall right beside the door. "How would you feel, Snow? I know you and I know that you would never accept this… We should have leave the decision to her…"

"What kind of decision?" Emma finally stepped into the room and faced her parents. Snow wore a light blue-white dress and David white shirt and brown pants. "What the hell are you two talking about?"

Snow and David looked at each other with question in their eyes. Snow walked to Emma and placed her hand on Emma's shoulder. Non of them said a word. Snow lead her to the bed and both of them sat down. David walked to them, but stayed in the distance.

"We couldn't let you keep him, Emma…" Snow White started after a second and Emma frowned, still having no idea what was going on. "You mad a mistake, we know, and we also know that you don't deserve for something like that, but we had no choice. We are a royal family and…"

"And what…" Emma could feel the tears in her eyes. Tears of anger and sadness. "And what, Snow?!"

"And we couldn't let you have a illegitimate child in our family…" Snow finished and Emma's lips parted in shock, a tear rolled down her cheek. "We know you loved Bae, but if he hadn't ran away, you could marry him and keep the child-"

"You…" Emma whispered… "You handed away my baby?" Emma lips stared to shake. "You took Henry away from me?!"

"Emma, please-"

"No!" Emma screamed and jumped away from her mother. A waterfall of tears ran down her face. A sob shook her body. "No! You- you took my boy away from me! You took my Henry away from me… No… No… No… No!"

"Emma?"

"No! No! Give me Henry back!"

"Emma! Emma, wake up!"

Emma's eyes opened suddenly and she found herself in sitting position covered with sweat and tears. Her chest raised and fell heavily. After a second she felt a grip on her arm and soft touch on her face, just under her eyes.

"Shhh…" She heard a whisper and looked to her right to meet Regina's face in the dark. "It was just a bad dream…" Her fingers were wiping away the tears from Emma's face. "Shh… It's okay now…"

This dream was so real… Too real… Emma's body started to shake again, new tears showed up. She couldn't get rid of this feeling of losing her son. It was almost like the day she gave birth to Henry, but even worse. In this dream that wasn't her who made this decision. It was all taken away from her…

Emma felt arms around her waist and a body against her own. She found herself wrapping her own arms around the girl. Her sobs weren't mute anymore. Regina was rubbing Emma's back all the time. So long till Emma's body stopped to shake and silence filled the room. Yet, Regina haven't pulled away, she held Emma still.

"Who's Henry from your dream?" Regina whispered softly, breaking the silence.

Emma needed to stop herself from saying "our son." She knew she couldn't say anything like that. It would seem impossible for Regina. But she also couldn't acknowledge Regina about the future…

"My son…" Emma whispered softly after a few moments. Regina's embrace tightened. "I dreamed that they took him away from me…"

"It was just a dream…"

But it didn't seem like a just a dream for Emma. It seemed like a very feasible future… If anything will go wrong right now… Who knows if Emma won't wake up in a reality like that? Where she had a child with Neal, but lost it anyway, but this time, not because she wanted to give him his best chance, but because a princes could not have a child with a man she wasn't married with.

"I know…" Emma smiled sadly and pulled away Regina who once again dried her cheeks. "Thank you for staying with me. You didn't have to…"

"But I wanted to." Regina answered and gave Emma a thigh smile. "And I can stay some more if you would want that." She proposed and Emma was about to tell her that she shouldn't bother and just go to sleep, but she realized, that she didn't want to be left alone. "So?"

Emma only nodded her head and laid down. After a second Regina was under the covers, too. Emma turned on one side to face her. They looked at each other for a few moments before Emma felt her eyes closing. Now, she was able to fall asleep easily. What worried her was a headache that probably will get to her as soon as she wakes up.

Before she drifted away into a dreamland she could hear these three words,

"Good Night, Emma."