I'm not a big fan of Christmas but I really liked writing this story, unfortunatly this will be the last chapter. It isn't much but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
Regina's eyes flutter open revealing a blonde mess of hair cover half her face. She doesn't have it in her to ruin such a precious moment, to ruin whatever it was between her and the other woman, by moving even the slightest bit. Even if her arm is dead after the night spent with the blondes head safely tucked within. The slightest smile twitches on her face, only a person who looked closely could see. She wraps her arm around the woman in a weak embrace, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty in her arms. Moments like these are to be cherished; she knows they don't always last long.
An enormous thunder startles both the woman, Emma almost leaping from Regina's arms. Regina's grasp on the blonde's arms keeps her from tumbling off the couch. Emma's heart thumps with the drumming, seemingly getting closer. The arm securely wrapped around her getting tighter with every boom. "MOM! MOM! It's Christmas!" The two releases the terrified breath they each held when they heard the source of the crazy racket was their eager son up early like every other ten year old would. Emma traced her hand down Regina's arm finding the woman's hand and squeezing, they both know the inevitable end of their peace is just beyond a set of stairs. The blonde lifts her body swinging her legs to the floor. Regina, instantly feeling the loss of heat, shivers from the cold morning air. Emma stands making sure to hold a hand out to the brunette to stand with her. Regina takes the hand without hesitation; Emma surprises her by pulling her flush against her body wrapping her arms around the brunette. "Hey, Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep on you last night." Emma's lips are inches away from Regina's, both hearts flutter against one another. "It's quiet alright, in fact I think I might enjoy waking up to you every morning." The confession brings both women to smile like bumbling idiots.
The thundering footsteps of their wild son bring them from their trance. Emma's grip on Regina loosens as the ten year old flies down the stairs in record time screaming incoherent somethings about Christmas and presents. "Henry you need to slow down, we don't want to rush you…" she looks at Emma and smirks "…or anyone else to the hospital today." A playful glare comes from Emma knowing exactly who she is talking about. "But Mom, It's Christmas!" A whine escapes his mouth. "Which is why we don't want to spend it in the emergency room." A huff escapes his grumpy face.
With coffee brewing, eyes staring hungrily at the presents under the tree, the inescapable question lingers. Henry's determined look finally breaks, he nearly shouts the question and one not paying attention would surly have to ask again what he said. "SocanIopenpresentsnow? Mom please? I can't wait any longer!" Emma has to do a double take the kid bouncing up and down, she can't hold it in, and her laughter escapes her lips. It takes her a minute to calm down, anxious Henry glaring at her. "MOM!" Emma decides to join the yelling "MOM!" Regina walks though the door with two coffee mugs. Henry's eyes plastered to the still wrapped presents, Emma's eyes on hers. "Sure Henry, take it away." She walks over nearly toppled by the impatient kid. "Here, Two sugars, one cream right?" Emma takes the mug brushing her fingers over Regina's, "Perfect." Regina sits close to the blonde, her first sip of coffee sends shivers down her, and Emma notices the small quiver and brings her arm around the brunette to pull her close. Wrapping paper flies in every direction, Henry hardly has a chance to even glance at what is inside before he moves on to the next. "Merry Christmas, Regina." Each gazing longingly into deep brown and blue eyes. "Merry Christmas, Emma." They turn back to watch happily as their son tears into present after present. Henry smiles, not for the material gifts he's received but for the one more precious gift anyone could ever give. Happiness.
