CHAPTER EIGHT
Yesterday there had been the first message.
Which was one thing really. Just Emma being Emma and letting her know that she was thinking of her, of what had happened. It was pretty much Emma putting the ball entirely in her court. Which Regina hadn't known what to do about; she'd just let the message be, gone to dinner at her sister's and then occasionally, probably more than considered healthy, touched the screen to look at the words.
But that had been it. She hadn't answered, because she didn't know what to say. The same rules still applied, the same thoughts still ruminated in her mind, the same doubts still spooked her.
But then this morning there had been the second message.
Which had been entirely different and not at all what Regina had expected. Perhaps that was one of the things she liked about Emma Swan – that she managed to catch her off guard, surprise her – but it still didn't help her thoughts. Emma seemed to firmly believe that everything was up to Regina, that she held all the cards so to speak, despite the fact that Emma really hadn't needed to give her that kind of space, because she probably did not deserve it. Yet it had been handed to her, and it had been nice after all, to be given the opportunity to think things over. If she'd just been able to actually do that. Think things over.
But the message had been about Henry. About sweet, wonderful, innocent little Henry. And he wanted to see her. Her. What had she done to deserve such faith from a little boy, a kid who barely even knew her, yet had decided that apparently she was worth knowing.
Regina had not known what to do with that second message either; it had ticked in this morning, and since then she'd been conflicted, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, pacing the floor and foolishly – just foolishly – accepting a date with Tamara at this cozy Vietnamese place. It was mostly because her mother had kept poking her last night, asking whether or not she'd gone out with the CEO-woman, and then Tamara had asked for that redo after their failed attempt at drinks, and Regina had acquiesced.
Which was why she was now sitting at the bar, waiting for Tamara to meet her, so they could get started with their date. Which was all well and good, except for the fact that Regina could not stop thinking about Emma Swan and her pink lips. And her blonde hair. Her green eyes, and those delicious biceps. Mostly though, she couldn't stop remembering that playful smile she'd offered Regina after their kiss. She, too, couldn't stop remembering the way she had looked at her, called her out, told her to please talk to her.
And Regina really couldn't forget the way her entire body buzzed whenever Emma was near her; how her lips still seemed to tingle even just thinking about their kiss, even though it was three days ago. She kept remembering Emma's words, the hitch in her breath, her fingers combing through Regina's hair.
And yet there she was. Waiting for her date. With Tamara, the CEO-woman. Who was decidedly not Emma Swan.
She was staring at the messages as she waited, finger hovering over the keyboard. The words were just sitting there, taunting her. Daring her to do something, perhaps maybe even answer them. They were words on a digital screen, and for all sense and purposes they should not have that affect and power over her. Yet she kept staring at the two messages, brown eyes trailing over the words, trying to determine whether or not Emma seemed mad at her, disappointed maybe. But she couldn't figure it out, because mostly Emma's words just seemed sincere.
It was very confusing to her.
Glancing at her watch, Regina sipped her glass of white wine and tried to kill time by people watching. She was quite early, as she liked to be for dates, because that gave her the opportunity to indulge in a glass alone to settle her nerves. Not that she was really nervous about being on a date with Tamara, because she was hardly interested in her. She'd do her best though, be the perfect date like Mother had taught her, and if she was lucky she'd get a nice meal and be able to forget everything about Emma Swan and her tantalising kisses.
As her phone vibrated, signalling an incoming message, Regina half expected it to be another one from Emma, and she had to bite back a disappointed gasp when she saw Kathryn's name on her screen. She swept the text open, eyes scanning Kathryn's words.
Still don't know why you're even on this date, you stubborn fool. You should be asking Emma out, sharing more of those sweet lady kisses, but alas, I wish you the best of luck with your CEO-woman. Mwah!
Darkening the screen, Regina slipped the phone into her purse and turned back to her wine. She'd taken a cab there, thus allowing herself to indulge in the alcohol, hoping that it might make time go by a bit faster.
What were Emma and Henry up to this evening, she wondered. Perhaps relaxing on the couch as it was a school night and Henry had preschool in the morning? They probably were. Regina couldn't help but imagine what it might be like to be part of such a domestic routine; tucking in a kid, going to bed and making love, before getting up to make breakfast and get everyone ready for work and school. Making Henry lunches, dropping him off at school before going to the firm. Exchanging sweet, foolish messages with Emma throughout the day…
Pausing, Regina realised that she'd just gone from plain domesticity to domesticity with Emma and Henry. Oh, what foolish thoughts. She sat up straighter and told herself to forget about it. This was exactly the reason why she could not get involved with Emma. These things never ended well for her, and eventually Emma would take Henry's tiny hand in hers and leave her brokenhearted. There'd be no more lovemaking, Sundays on the couch. Not more lunches or sweet messages. There'd just be Regina, left behind once more.
She glanced at the clock again. Ten minutes until Tamara was supposed to be there, and Regina did not take kindly to being stood up twice, so she had better show up.
Just as she was about to order another glass of the merlot, Regina's eyes landed on someone entering the restaurant through the double doors, directly in Regina's line of sight, across the bar. And it wasn't Tamara, the CEO-woman. It was Emma. Emma Swan. The woman she had kissed just last Thursday.
Em-ma.
And gone was the trademark leather jacket and skintight black jeans with boots. Gone was the messy mop of blonde uncombed hair and the pale make up-less face that Regina had come to appreciate so much.
This woman across from her was so vastly different that at first Regina didn't even recognise her. But it was definitely Emma, there was no doubt about that. However, instead of her usual attire, she was wearing a pink strappy dress, that clung to her every curve and left nothing to the imagination; not the long legs that Regina had pictured wrapped around herself, not the full butt and the curvy hips, not even the ample cleavage with breasts Regina bad thought of tasting more than a few dozen times.
And oh God, she was wearing heels too. And her make up was done simply, but with shimmering lips and darker eyes. Her hair was falling in big princess curls around her face, and she was holding a black clutch – a far cry from the woman who stuffed her cell phone, wallet and keys into whatever pocket was big enough.
She looked so beautiful, Regina could not tare her eyes away. Of course Emmas had always been beautiful, there had been no doubt in Regina's mind about that from the moment she laid eyes on the blonde at Gallium & Yttrium, but this… this was something else entirely. And it was not unpleasant. Not at all unpleasant, Regina thought to herself, as she let her eyes travel from the high heels, up toned legs, over the pink dress and cleavage, before settling on green eyes. Which were looking directly at her.
Emma's mouth had formed a perfect, delicate 'o', and before Regina could do anything but gape at her, the blonde had rounded the bar and was standing right next to her with a determined, yet insecure, look in her eyes.
"Regina," she breathed, her green eyes sweeping not so discreetly over the brunette's form. She was wearing a dress too; a black one, and her lips were painted a dark red. "What are you doing here?"
Regina was not going to lie to herself and pretend that she wasn't affected by the mere presence of Emma Swan's body next to hers, she, however, was going to pretend that she was not there on a date, because for some reason she did not want Emma to know that. She cleared her throat, "I have a… business meeting," she lied easily, her eyes once more sweeping appreciatively over Emma's form. She couldn't help but think though, that perhaps Emma was actually on a date, considering the dress she was wearing.
Why that made her insides burn hot with something akin to jealousy was a matter she'd have to sort out tomorrow. Right now she had Emma to deal with, and that was much more of a challenge.
Green eyes swept over her face, pink lips forming a tentative smile. "No you're not," Emma confidently said, placing her clutch on the bar next to her. "You're here on a date." Her eyes shimmered in some kind of amusement, and Regina wasn't really sure what to make of that.
"And you're not?" She retorted, vaguely motioning towards that damn dress and the way it showed off all of Emma's assets.
Leaning in closer, Emma's lips almost brushed against her cheek as she spoke. "I'm on the job," she revealed, and Regina felt her breath hitch at the way Emma's warm breath caressed her skin, "It's somehow easier to catch a perp when he thinks he has a chance to get into my pants… at least with this guy it is."
Regina narrowed her eyes, "Clever."
Emma leaned back then, a teasing smile playing across her lips. "Just using my best attributes, nothing wrong with that."
Eyes once more trailing to the enticing swell of Emma's breasts, Regina took a good ten seconds before she answered, "Nothing wrong with that indeed," she murmured, and she was pretty sure that they both knew that she was referring to the attributes themselves and not Emma's use for them in this particular instance. Regina was pretty sure that she could come up with far more interesting ways for Emma to make use of those attributes actually.
Emma tugged a stray curl behind her ear and said, "So I'm pretty sure I should be offended that you're here on a date when you're not even answering my texts."
Regina wasn't sure if she should be, because those two things were not related at all. Being on a date with Tamara did in no way effect what she thought of that kiss she shared with Emma three days ago, nor the messages that Emma had shared with her. "Never confirmed I am on a date, Miss Swan," she replied with a smirk.
Emma raised an eyebrow. "That's fine, I can read between the lines," she replied, reaching for her clutch and tucking it beneath her armpit.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Regina heard herself question before she had time to think about whether or not she really wanted an answer to that inquiry. It didn't matter, because Emma was probably not going to give her one.
The blonde smirked, "Oh nothing," she innocently replied as she stepped pass Regina, "I should probably go find my table now. Have a good date," she finished, and she underlined the last word with a stroke of her finger down Regina's back, which sent a pleasant tingle all the way between her legs.
Before she had time to answer, Emma was gone, high heels clicking inside the restaurant, and as Regina turned back around on her stool, she saw Tamara come through the double doors, offering Regina a tentative smile. She hated to admit this to herself, but her eyes did not sweep over Tamara's form the way they had just swept over Emma's.
—
So their date was absolutely horrific and disastrous, this much was clear to Regina already by the start of the main dish. Tamara was not her type at all, and she wondered how it was possible for her mother to know her so little. The other woman was too hard-ass, brazen, and a little too concerned with her job, it appeared.
Or maybe she was just talking too much about her job, because Regina was too busy staring down the aisles in the restaurant, trying to locate Emma and her perp. It was kind of difficult though, because the place was rather busy this evening, but who could really blame Regina for wanting to keep her sights on Emma? To, you know, make sure that the perp didn't harm her in any way. Yes, that was it. She was concerned immensely for Emma's well-being.
Tamara was talking something about an ex-boyfriend, and Regina was nodding her head, daintily eating her goi and dipping her gỏi cuốns in sauce, but she honestly could not recall a word of the story that Tamara was sharing (Mother would have been so disappointed). However, she did hear a loud crash from somewhere behind her, and then the unmistakable sound of Emma Swan cursing.
"Son of a-!"
(So that was why she hadn't been able to see Emma from her seat; she'd been behind her this entire time). Regina turned around – much like everyone else in the restaurant – only to realise that the table Emma must have previously been sitting at was flipped over, and that it appeared as if her date, the perp, had bolted. Perhaps he'd figured her out after all.
The best part of it though? The part that amused and humoured Regina to no end, was the fact that Emma was covered in canh and something else that appeared to be red wine (which was now seeping into her pink dress in an impressive stain). Regina bit her lip to keep herself from laughing in the silence of the restaurant, where people held their breaths in anticipation of the next move, but it was kind of difficult, because the entire situation was downright laughable, even if Emma had unwillingly become the centre of everyone's attention. She tried not to laugh, she really did, but as Emma looked up from where she was frantically wiping a napkin on her chest, her eyes met Regina's and as they stared at each other – for just a few seconds – they both broke out laughing.
This seemed to ease the tension in the restaurant, and people and staff came to Emma's aid; picking up plates, handing over napkins and turning over the table, so Regina slid back around, reaching for her wine, where she was met with an arched eyebrow from Tamara.
She said, "What?"
Tamara shook her head, "Oh nothing, well, except for the fact that I've been trying to get a reaction out of you for the last forty minutes, and nothing, zero, zilch," she motioned pointedly towards the commotion that was still going on behind Regina (she could faintly hear Emma's constant murmurs of "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I'll pay for everything, I promise!"), "And then that happens and you're all smiles."
Placing her glass back down, Regina offered the other woman a glare. "Well, what do you want me to say," she simply replied, before reaching for another gỏi cuốn.
Chuckling, Tamara did the same. "So, is she a friend? An ex-girlfriend? A lover?"
"Something like that," Regina replied, suddenly finding this dinner much more manageable after Emma's little incident. Perhaps Tamara wasn't such a dull and bland person after all – perhaps she just had to make sure the other woman knew that Regina had no intentions of either sleeping with her or dating her.
Tamara chewed slowly as she spoke, "Oh yeah, so uhm," she swallowed, "what do you say we cut this short? I'll head back to the office instead, I swear, my assistant is useless."
Regina did not even feel the slightest bit put off by that. Actually, she quite admired a woman who knew what she wanted – and once Tamara realised that this wasn't going to get her anywhere, she'd rather be on her way. "Sure," Regina agreed, "I'll settle the bill. My treat."
Pushing her chair back, Tamara gathered her purse and slipped into her jacket. "Alright Regina, a true gentlewoman," she winked, sliding her chair beneath the table, "And oh, I see your something hovering at the bar. It appears she's trying to settle her bill while glaring at me. Perhaps you should go fix that?"
Turning her head to the side, Regina couldn't help the feeling of warmth that erupted in her chest as she realised that Emma was, indeed, glaring in their general direction. Perhaps it wouldn't be so horrible to go and settle her bill and then, because Emma was already at the bar, they'd naturally fall into conversation, because anything else would seem rude and foolish. And so what if Emma set her skin on fire, and made her want to break into smiles all the time, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. As long as she knew how to control it, so that she didn't get hurt again. As long as she wasn't putting herself out there for Emma to do whatever she wanted with. That could work, could it not? At least she was going to say hi.
She and Tamara said their goodbyes and Regina gathered her things to settle her bill at the bar. She found herself leaning in next to Emma, placing her weight against the counter, where the blonde was trailing her eyes over a long paper.
"Didn't catch the perp, did you?" Regina heard herself question, nudging Emma gently with her elbow.
Emma shook her head, "Urgh, and to think I sacrificed an evening of Disney dvd's with Henry for this," she messily scribbled her signature at the bottom of the paper. "My boss was so certain it was a sure thing, and look at this – it ended up costing me money, and now the dude knows my face, so I have to catch him the old-fashioned way."
Regina wordlessly handed her credit card over to the man behind the counter and offered Emma a questionable look. "And what is the old-fashioned way?"
Turning to look at her, elbow resting on the counter, and the wine stain protruding and settling across her chest, Emma said, "The run and chase kind of-way."
"Hey," Regina said, and she wasn't even really sure what she wanted to say. Except she wanted to reassure Emma and wipe that defeated look off her face, because she did not deserve to be so hard on herself. "You're going to catch him."
Emma smiled that sheepish smile of hers. "Thanks."
Regina was handed back her credit card and she stuck it back into her purse as she slowly got into her peacoat and her scarf. She sort of wanted to say something, but she wasn't really sure what. Perhaps she should mention those messages, Emma had – after all – left it up to her. But how would she approach talking about them? This was hardly the place for that. But Emma did look so beautiful, even covered in wine and canh and with her make up slightly smudged.
Thankfully Emma – always the saviour – spoke before Regina had to settle on anything. "So uh, how was your," she wriggled her eyebrows, perhaps because she found it funny, perhaps because she tried to hide another emotion, "business meeting?"
"We're not going to do business together," Regina simply replied, flipping out the lapels of her coat to make sure that they sat perfectly. She looked up at Emma with a raised eyebrow, daring her to continue.
Emma was never one for being scared. "Yeah? You taking your business elsewhere?"
"Careful, Miss Swan," Regina husked then, leaning slightly forward. And she didn't know what had gotten in to her – perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was the way Emma's previously styled hair was now dubiously tousled – but she couldn't help it. "One might say you sound jealous."
Not daring to tare her eyes away from Regina's before completely necessary, Emma blindly reached into her clutch and got out her phone. Finally darting her gaze down to look at it, she got a soft smile on her face. "Well, one good thing came out of this then."
Regina said, "Yes? And what is that, Miss Swan?"
"It's still so early that I can pick Henry up and take him back home," Emma replied, holding up her phone which lit brightly with the time of 07:14 in front of a background of a smiling Henry with a missing tooth. She bent her head and appeared to be shooting off a quick text. "He'll be so glad," she finished, looking up at Regina with that smile that was reserved only for the boy.
Her heart practically skipped a beat when Emma mentioned Henry's name; she simply couldn't help it. Just the mere thought of that boy did something entirely strange to her insides. She straightened down her scarf. "And where is Henry tonight?"
Emma grabbed her clutch then and moved towards the doors – Regina followed after, because what else could she do, she was done at this restaurant for the evening and she wasn't going to stand there like some insipid fool – while she said, "He's at his grandparents'. I'll just drive back there to pick him up. Better now than fucking early tomorrow, am I right?"
As they stepped into the cold night air, Regina shuddered slightly in her coat and her eyes landed on Emma's bare arms. "You must be freezing," she exclaimed, and quickly slipped her scarf off, wrapping it around Emma's shoulders before the blonde could even object to it. She stepped back then, her fingers trailing down Emma's pale arms and dangling perhaps just a second too long at her fingertips before she dropped them.
"Thanks," Emma sheepishly whispered, and motioned for Regina to follow her, "My car's just over here."
Regina did follow her; they stepped down the busy sidewalk, and their high heels clicked in unison against the pavement. They walked in silence for a while, and Regina had no idea what to say to the other woman. In theory, there were so many things that she'd like to say, but she couldn't just come out and say them. She didn't know how. All she knew was that Emma looked incredibly beautiful in the light from the streetlamps, and she had to physically force herself not to reach her hand out and intertwine their fingers.
"So this is my car. How are you getting home?" Emma breathed.
They had stopped in front of a yellow coffin on wheels. Of course Emma had the audacity to call it a car, but Regina could clearly see that it was in no shape to be given that title. It looked like a disaster, a death trap. She turned to the other woman with wide eyes, mouth agape, and Emma just grinned at her, teeth peeking out. It was the smile that Regina was starting to label as the goofy one in her mind.
"You call this a car?" Regina breathed, eyes falling upon the unmistakable sight of rusty patches on the hood, "You drive Henry in this thing?"
"Relax," Emma padded the roof, smiling fondly at the thing, "she runs smoothly."
"You're insane," Regina replied as she stuck her hands into her pockets.
Emma opened the passenger side's door then, pulling out her jacket (the red leather one, which looked absolutely ridiculous paired with the pink dress) and slipped it on. She offered Regina back her scarf and said, "So, do you need a ride home?"
Regina did not have her car with her, but she had no desire to go into the yellow beetle next to her. "In that thing?" She arched an eyebrow, and she was pretty sure her tone of voice said it all.
Stepping around the car, Emma opened the door on the other side and smiled at her over the roof. "Yeah, I'll drop you off," she offered, before she slipped into the seat and stuck her keys into the ignition.
Regina thought about it for a second or maybe two, before she slipped into the passenger's seat and smacked the door close behind her.
—-
"I have to pick up Henry," Emma repeated to her suddenly, breaking the silence that had erupted in the car after they took off from the restaurant. They'd been driving for roughly five minutes.
Regina folded her hands in her lap and tried not to stare too obviously at the blonde next to her, "Yes, I gathered that." Why was Emma telling her this again? Surely they had established this earlier at the restaurant, "You can just drop me off on the way there."
Emma bit her lip, hesitant. "Well, unless…"
Sighing, Regina twisted her upper body to stare at the other woman fully; she looked concentrated as she drove, all the while going through the motions of driving the vehicle almost mechanically. "Unless what, Miss Swan?"
"Unless you want to come?" Emma questioned her, her eyes darting briefly – just briefly, she was driving a car after all – to look at Regina, before settling back on the road. She changed gears as they rounded a corner.
Did Emma want her to come pick up Henry? Was Regina hearing this correctly? She felt her breath hitch in her throat. "You… want me to come?" She wasn't entirely sure that she was understanding this, Emma surely had to mean something else by her words. Because her driving with Emma to pick up Henry at his grandparents' would simply be ludicrous and a waste of her time. Except for the fact that now she actually really wanted to.
Emma's tongue darted out to wet her lips before she answered. "Yeah, I mean… If you want to?" Her brow furrowed as she stared out of the window. "I can totally drop you off, but I think it would make Henry very happy to see you there."
Regina fell back into the seat with a sigh. "Well, he did say that he wanted to see me, correct?"
Humming in response, Emma turned the wheel.
"I'm not opposed to this idea," Regina said then, once more folding her hands in her lap and staring out of the window. She tried desperately to tell her heart to stop beating so madly in her chest at the mere thought of what this could possibly mean, but she was failing miserably.
Emma chuckled, "Great, 'cuz we're there in fifteen," she replied, just as her hand darted out to fiddle with the radio and soft music started streaming through the old, screechy speakers.
Huffing out a breath of air, Regina squared her shoulders and glared at the passing streetlamps. Emma seemed to ignore the way she was silently stewing at the audacity, and instead Regina took out her phone and shot off a text to Kathryn that the date did not go well, and then once more she found herself looking at the text messages Emma had sent her way. She really did not understand the meaning of those two messages, even not as she thought more about them. Blacking her screen, Regina dropped the phone in her lap and said, "And what, pray tell, will you say to your foster parents when they ask you who I am?"
Shrugging, Emma didn't answer her. Instead the blonde came to a stop at a red light and glanced briefly at Regina and the phone in her lap. "Why didn't you answer my texts?" She questioned, hitting the coupling with her foot and changing the gear.
Regina ran a hand through her hair. Honestly, she wanted to tell Emma that it was presumptuous of her to just believe that Regina was interested in discussing their locking of lips again; she wanted to write her off, to tell her to knock it off. But when she glanced up and saw Emma's worried brow, the shimmering look in her green eyes, Regina simply couldn't get herself to say those words. So instead she just… said this. "I… I don't know."
Emma nodded, hands clutching the steering wheel. "Oh… okay," she simply replied, as if that answer was acceptable and not at all confusing.
"I wanted to. Perhaps," Regina offered then, brown eyes trailing from Emma's whitened knuckles, up her leather covered arms and to the nape of her neck. She stopped, eyes landing in the vicinity of Emma's face. "I didn't know what to write," she offered, the words slipping out of her on their own accord. It was impossible to keep up this stupid charade, because Emma kept looking at her with that gaze, like she wanted to kiss her and yell at her at the same time, and Regina really wasn't sure how she was supposed to handle that.
Emma licked her lips, "It's cool," she said, and Regina didn't quite believe her. "Maybe we can like… decide to put a pin in this? If you promise to actually do unpin it with me eventually," she hitched in a breath, and Regina was confused for a moment, because they'd just opened up this conversation and now she was supposed to close it down? "It's just that," Emma continued, "we're there now, and Henry will be waiting, and he'll be excited, and…"
"I promise," Regina quickly answered, nodding her head and vowing to herself that this was a promise that she was going to keep. Vowing to herself that she wasn't going to run this time and leave Emma hanging. They had to talk about it, even if it meant agreeing to nothing more than friends. "I promise to… unpin it with you," she cringed inwardly at the choice of words.
Smiling brightly, Emma turned to look at her as they came to a stop outside a small terrace house in the midst of a lot of similar looking terrace houses. "Great, 'cuz we're here," she proclaimed as she unfastened her seatbelt and grabbed her keys and clutch. She looked at Regina expectantly. "Are you ready? I know a five-year-old who will be very happy to see you."
Regina couldn't hide her smile at the thought of little Henry and his cute giggles, and she found that she didn't even want to. Very much. Instead she nodded and unfastened her own seatbelt before climbing out of the car. Emma guided her up the small path to the front door with a hand on her lower back, and she tried to remind herself that this was not a regular occurrence and that she really shouldn't feel so happy and comfortable with it; that she and Emma were not returning from a date night to pick up their child and go home, together.
Emma rung the doorbell and Regina held her breath. She could hear bare feet padding on the floor inside, someone yelling Henry's name, and then the door was yanked open and Henry threw himself into Emma's waiting arms.
"Mamma!" Henry cheered, clutching on to her tightly, burrowing his head in the crook of her neck and wrapping his legs around her midsection. Regina felt her heart clench at the scene.
Pressing a kiss to Henry's hair, Emma said, "Hi Kid, I've got a surprise for you."
Henry opened his eyes then, and it took him mere seconds to realise who was standing right next to his mother. Regina could practically see the second the light went on inside his head and he practically threw himself out of Emma's arms and onto Regina with a squeal. Thankfully, she was adapt enough to catch him, and he had his arms around her neck in an instant. "R'gina," he whispered, hugging her tightly, "R'gina, I missed you."
Pressing her nose into his hair, Regina had to close her eyes for just a second and will herself to keep standing. She had really missed him too.
On the porch right next to her, Emma was smiling brightly.
I want to thank all of you for taking the time to read and review this story - it means so unbelievably much to me, you have no idea! I hope you're ready for some David and Mary Margaret in the next chapter plus some Henry and Regina feels, because the night isn't over yet!
