Chapter 9

"Hello Regina, why don't you come in?" greeted Dr. Hopper as he side stepped in the doorway to let the regal woman through. Regina entered and found her usual spot on the sofa where Pongo resided with a thumping tail. Secretly, although she'd never admit it, she found his presence comforting. A pleasant distraction when their sessions became too difficult for her to bare. She had began seeing the bug again just after Emma had walked in on her and Katrina Simmons, hoping he could help her understand what she was feeling and why she was acting the way that she was. They had been meeting every day for the last week at 2 pm, and she was starting to feel like they were progressing. Archie, ever the gentleman, offered her a cup of tea which she took gratefully.

"So, what would you like to talk about today Regina?" the psychologist asked as he took a seat in the chair across from her. They hadn't followed any particular structure while talking about her past, for which she was grateful because it meant she could talk about what she wanted without the pressure to talk about the things she kept buried deep in her memories. They had dabbled in the death of her mother, the death of her half-sister, Robin leaving and most importantly: her feelings for Emma Swan.

"Miss Swan is asleep in my guest bedroom." she nearly blurted before he'd taken the pen out of his jacket. He paused in the middle of the motion to consider her carefully, knowing the woman was prone to lashing out if he didn't tread carefully.

"I see, and what brought her to your home?" he said, pressing her forward gently, as shrinks do.

She hid behind the tea cup and absentmindedly patted a drowsy Pongo. After a pregnant pause she met his eyes. "There was another break-in. One that the Sheriff decided to investigate without her idiot father to accompany her, so logically she was hit with a sleeping potion. I have her at my house until the antidote potion is finished brewing. Dr. Hopper...I am not sure what is going to happen when I wake her." she ran a flustered hand through her hair and suddenly remembered she had it up today. Not sure what to do next, she occupied herself by picking at invisible lint on her black slacks.

"What do you mean Regina?"

She rolled her eyes. "I mean that we haven't talked in a week, not since the... incident." she kept her head down, continuing her lint inspection as she waited for him to press her forward.

"Are you worried she'll be angry with you when she awakens?"

She nodded, still not meeting his gaze. This was a side of the Regina Mills that few ever saw. Open; bare. Terrified of rejection.

Soft eyes watched her sympathetically. "What do you think will happen if she awakens and is angry with you?"

"That we'll get into another fight."

"Regina; I cannot tell you that Emma won't be upset to find herself in your company when she awakens, anger is very natural and we talked about how... the incident probably made Emma feel betrayed. But I think you should keep one thing in mind..." he trailed off and she raised her gaze to meet his. He held up two fingers. "It requires two people to fight."

A flicker of understanding flashed through her and her eyes narrowed. "So, you're telling me that if she tries to fight with me I should just... what? Take it? Not defend myself?"

"That is my recommendation, yes." He responded simply. "If you were to engage in an argument with Miss Swan, you'd only set yourselves back in your relationship. If, however, you allow her to relieve herself of her anger you have a chance at making her understand how you're feeling. Why you did what you did. Does that make any sense?"

The brunette nodded, still unhappy with the thought of not defending herself. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she could help it. She had always enjoyed a good argument. "I will try."

He smiled. "That is an excellent start."

"Dr. Hopper...how can I apologize to Miss Swan for my mistake? I am not accustomed to such behavior...but I feel that I need to."

"You could try talking to her, explaining your side of the story." The former Queen gave him a distasteful look, so he tried again. "Or you could write her a letter, or doing something nice for her that you wouldn't normally do."

"Like a gift?" she asked, slightly miffed by the idea.

Archie shook his head and leaned forward to rest his elbows atop his knees, using his hands as he spoke. "Not necessarily like a gift. Roses and other presents probably wouldn't work on Miss Swan. She is a person who values kindness. You could, let's say... give her extra time with Henry, or help her with her magic... maybe invite her to dinner. Do you see where I am going with this?"

"Yes, I think I do." she acknowledged, in understanding. "So you think if I do something nice for her, she'd forgive me?"

The psychologist grimaced. "Well, it's a start. Just as much as Emma values kindness she values trust and honesty even more. She has a history of abandonment and isn't a person who forgives easily." Regina felt her shoulders slump just a hair but continued to listen to the man. "I would definitely give her a verbal or written apology. Then, perhaps, do a few nice things like I mentioned previously. The combination of those things might help you convey your regret for your mistake."

"But there is no way to know for certain?" she asked dejectedly.

"I am afraid that is all up to Miss Swan. But, from what you've told me, I believe she cares for you and as you know, affection tends to pull the tendrils of a person's heart strings in unexpected ways." Dr. Hopper flashed a reassuring smile that she didn't return, instead opting for massaging Pongo's soft ears. "Moving on, how have you been feeling about Robin's departure?"

"I am feeling much better about it. I thought a lot about what you said, and if I am going to move on I need to realize that everything happens for a reason. Maybe Robin left so I would realize my affections for Miss Swan, or maybe the reason he had to leave has not come to light yet." She sipped at her tea and then continued with growing determination, "Either way, I don't want to wallow in my past and miss out on my future."

"I am very pleased to hear that Your Majesty."

Regina snorted, "Why because you don't want to be cursed again?"

The psychologist smiled lightly. "Well I would be lying if I said no, but mostly I am pleased that you are choosing hope over regret." This time she returned his smile, feeling a great deal lighter emotionally. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss today Regina?"

The brunette thought for a moment. "No, thank you Doctor, I have some errands to run today. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course."

They both stood and Dr. Hopper showed her out of the office. On the way down the stairs, Regina saw Leroy stumble passed her, presumably to discuss his drinking problem. A smirk crossed her lips as she wondered how many of Storybrooke's residents sought the help of the psychologist and made a mental note to appoint more than one psychologist if she ever cast another curse. She left the building and slid into her car and headed off to the market. She was already scheming over her apology and she needed supplies.


Twenty-five minutes later she was back in her Mercedes with several bags of groceries occupying the back seat. When the bug had told her to do something nice for the Sheriff, her mind automatically went to making the blonde a top-quality dinner. She had decided on burgers and homemade french fries, with chocolate mousse pie for dessert. Forgoing her normal choice of wine or cider, she had purchased a six-pack of Samuel Adams beer for them to share. She wasn't really fond of beer, but she'd spotted the Savior drinking it on more than one occasion and wanted to make an impression. Regina pulled into her driveway, commenced unloading the groceries from the car and bringing them inside. Once all of the bags were lying on the kitchen's island, she went upstairs to check on her house guest.

Emma was still lying on her back, fast asleep on the bed with no signs of having moved while she'd been in town. The brunette quickly checked the younger woman for any signs of fever, after finding none she left the room. She stopped in her own bedroom, diverging herself of her black slacks and crisp white button up. She instead decided a pair of cropped charcoal gray athletic style pants and a quarter-sleeved black and white striped shirt. The blonde would, surely, be surprised to see her in such casual dress. Perhaps she would be rendered speechless long enough for the former Queen to apologize and invite her to dinner? Smiling to herself, she flitted downstairs; her bare feet delighted to meet the cool of the hardwood floors at the bottom.

Back in the kitchen, she busied herself with making the pie, as it would need to cool for a couple hours after preparation. As she worked, she turned the Blue-Tooth on her phone to connect to the sound bar above one of the cabinets and was soon humming around the kitchen. She used a food processor to grind chocolate wafers and butter into a crust for the pie, then placed the creation in the oven to harden. While the crust was baking, she moved onto the mousse. Chocolate and cream soon simmered in a saucepan and she found herself swishing her hips around and openly singing while she worked. If only the blonde, who slept upstairs, saw her now; she was sure the woman would collapse of a brain aneurysm. She laughed openly at the thought, picturing those big doe eyes in a look of pure shock. The brunette pulled the crust from the oven and placed it on a rack to cool. Turning off the burner on the stove Regina combined egg whites and the rest of the cream in a mixer and soon after, combined the mixture with the chocolate. When the crust had finished cooling she poured the chocolate mixture into the pie pan and set it in the refrigerator to cool.

With dessert finished, the woman looked at the time and saw it was just after six. Finding herself right on schedule she pulled out a head of lettuce, an onion, and a tomato, quickly dicing each accordingly before placing them in separate containers for later. With the toppings taken care of she started to peel and slice potatoes for the french fries. Nearly thirty minutes later, she set a cooking sheet of neatly shaped fries into the oven, seasoned to perfection. Lastly, she removed the hamburger she'd purchased earlier and added the same seasoning mixture she'd used on the french fries. After molding them into neat patties she set them off to the side, she headed out to the back deck to start the grill. Coming back inside, she checked on the french fries and pie. She was pleased with how they were coming along. As the grill heated to the proper temperature, she allowed herself a brief moment to sort through the day's mail and check on the potion in the basement.

Finding that it was the perfect ruby color that was required, she poured the contents of the beaker into a vial and brought it back upstairs with her. She placed it in the refrigerator to cool, before taking the plate of burger patties outside to place on the awaiting grill. For the next half an hour she whipped around the kitchen and dining room, setting the table and pulling out serving dishes consisting of the previously prepared lettuce, onion and tomato as well as buns, cheese, pickles and assorted condiments. The timer on the oven alerted her to the completion of the french fries, which she transferred into a small basket and placed on the table with a warming enchantment to ensure they wouldn't go cold. Lastly, she removed the finished burgers from the grill and brought them to the table on a platter. She cast the same warming enchantment on the patties and walked back to the refrigerator to collect the vial of antidote.

With a side long glance in a nearby mirror to check her appearance, Regina made her way upstairs and into the guest bedroom. Emma lay in the same position, not that the brunette had expected anything different. She sat down in the chair she'd placed beside the bed that morning and watched the blonde continue to sleep for several moments, turning the antidote over in her hands the entire time. Nervousness settled into the former Queen and she nipped at her bottom lip while she reiterated Archie's words from their afternoon session. It takes two people to fight, if she could just keep her mouth from spewing out any sarcastic retorts in defense of whatever the younger women said to her, she may have a chance. She thought about the beautiful dinner she had prepared awaiting downstairs and gathered what was left of her courage. Leaning forward, she uncorked the vial, parted the Savior's lips and administered the antidote.


The blonde's eyes fluttered open and immediately closed. She felt like she'd been hit by a bus. Every muscle was stiff and seemed to creak in protest as she started to wake. What the hell had happened? Emma tried to grasp at memories for anything that might have resulted in the physical discomfort but came back empty. Groaning, she allowed her eyes to flicker open once again.

'Wait. This isn't my bedroom...' was her first coherent thought as she took in the sparse, yet elegant, decoration that looked just as familiar as it did unfamiliar. Confused, she turned her head to the right, and nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Jesus fucking Christ Regina!" She exclaimed, wincing as she brought a hand up to her chest in a mock 'I nearly had a heart-attack' gesture. The brunette was sitting in a chair by the bed, looking rather stoic as usual but in...yoga pants? Emma's eyes squinted, she raised an eyebrow as a smile threatening to take over her features. "Wait, are you wearing yoga pants?"

The former Queen's eyes danced with mirth as a smirk brushed over her lips. "You wake up in my guest bedroom, completely unaware as to why you're here, and the first thing you comment on is my dressing habits when I am at home?"

Emma just stared into the liquid pools of chocolate, trying to read the brunette's mood, before finally breaking into a lighthearted chuckle. "Um...I guess? So...why am I here? What happened?"

"What do you last remember, dear?"

The blonde considered this for a moment. She had gone to bed around 10 pm... and the rest was blank. Obviously she was missing some vital information considering her location and the fact that she was fully dressed instead of in her underwear and a tank. "I went to bed around 10 pm."

Regina's brows skyrocketed into her hairline, brown eyes hinting at slight surprise. However, it was quickly replaced by a look of mild concern. She leaned forward on her elbows and looked at Emma carefully before speaking. "Emma, it's 8 pm... on Thursday."

Now it was the blonde's turn to look surprised. "Wait, what?"

"You got a call sometime during the night that Gold's shop had been broken into. You left the apartment - alone I might add - and met with Belle to check it out. From what I was told, you went inside, but after a while you never returned. Belle called your father, who found you unresponsive in the back room. He called me because Belle suspected you had hit with a sleeping potion. I brought you here so I could keep an eye on you while I brewed the antidote." Regina informed her with a calm and gentle tone.

"Why would you need to keep an eye on me?" Emma asked honestly. She had no doubt that the woman was telling her the truth, but she seemed to sense there was more to the tale.

"Because, Gold is known to mix his potions. This one appears to have been a sleeping potion laced with a light memory potion." the brunette continued.

"Well, crap. I might be the only one who got a good look at the thief and I get knocked out and given a memory potion. I already know you can't do anything for that, can you?" She looked at the older woman expectantly, who shook her head in the negative. They had tried recreating a memory potion months before in order to give to Henry and the only thing that happened as a result, was Regina breaking things in her frustration. They both sat in silence for another couple of minutes, the brunette's eyes never leaving Emma. It made her feel nervous, like she was on display. "So... now what? Am I free to go?" she asked, trying to diffuse the awkward energy between them. She tried conjuring up the anger she'd been feeling for the other woman for the past week, but gave up after a few seconds when it didn't show itself. In fact, Emma was feeling rather touched that Regina bothered to help her at all. She obviously didn't have to, and after the last month it really surprised the blonde that she had woken with the other woman beside her.

"Actually..." Emma perked when she heard the woman's nervous tone, preparing for more bad news. "I made dinner, and I was hoping that you would join me." the brunette finished awkwardly, picking at invisible lint on her knee.

The younger woman's mouth fell agape with her surprise. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she could form a response. Regina Mills, the hottest woman in probably the whole universe, had just asked her to join her for dinner and she was pretty sure it was a genuine invitation. "You made dinner?" the other woman nodded. "Wow, um yeah, I think I could stay for a bit."

Regina's face relaxed in relief and Emma found herself lost in the beauty of the other woman. The tension lines smoothed around those dark amber orbs and her face became softer. The blonde was fairly certain this was an expression normally reserved only for Henry. The brunette offered a hand to help her get out of the bed before they headed downstairs and into the dining room. The whole ground floor smelled absolutely fantastic, and she all but jumped up and down in her excitement when she spotted the burgers and french fries.

"You made burgers and fries?" Emma asked with a curious excitement.

Regina blushed at her question and Emma found herself absolutely enamored by how adorable she looked when she was embarrassed. "I did." It was a simple answer, but it made the blonde's heart do somersaults.

She grinned as she sat down, seeing a bottle of Samuel Adams waiting for her. 'She knows I drink beer?' she pondered to herself as she took a swig of the brew. The malt danced over her tongue delightfully; flavors of hops, citrus and herbs swirling around as she treasured the taste. The knowledge that the older woman had taken note of her drink preference made her stomach flutter. Once Regina was settled she popped the lid to her own beer and started assembling her burger, the blonde following suit.

Emma moaned as she closed her eyes and savored the first bite of her burger a minute later. "Oh my GOD Regina. This is incredible." Her gaze traveled to the brunette, who smiled openly at her reaction, clearly pleased.

"I am happy you like it." Regina said smoothly, biting into her own burger as she continued to watch her with a soft gaze. God, she could get lost in those eyes for the rest of her life. Soon Emma found herself so enthralled with watching the older woman eat, that she'd nearly forgotten about her own burger. After several minutes had passed, the brunette stopped eating and narrowed her eyes at the other mother of her son. "What?" she deadpanned, pretending to be annoyed.

Emma gave the royal a cocky grin, "It's just a crime is all." her tone light and teasing as she leaned back in her seat, running a hand through tangled golden locks.

"And what is that, dear?" Regina answered, smiling wryly at her; those brown eyes lit with amusement.

"For anyone to look that good while chewing." the blonde said cheekily, leaning forward and raking her green eyes over the other woman.

Regina seemed to shiver before she dropped her gaze at the compliment, blushing deeply. Emma nearly chuckled at the girlish behavior. Did anyone ever compliment the former Queen? A second later those dark caramel orbs flitted back up as she regained her confidence. "Oh? And will you be arresting me, Sheriff?"

"It's a possibility." Emma replied with an air of mock seriousness in her tone as she pretended to tap her chin in deep thought. "Although I am open to bribes."

The brunette chuckled throatily and sipped her Sam Adams. "Are you telling me that the sheriff can be bribed?"

The blonde answered her by waggling her eyebrows, that cocky grin never leaving her features as the two women continued to flirt unabashedly.

"Well Sheriff Swan," Regina started in her best 'Mayor Mills' voice. "I do happen to have this marvelous chocolate mousse pie to offer you."

"Hmm... I suppose that will be acceptable. This time." The blonde quipped with a wink. Both woman broke into flirtatious giggles and then fell silent. They refocused on the food in front of them, neither uncomfortable as the silence stretched on as they ate.

When the burgers had disappeared and only a few french fries remained, Regina dished them each a slice of pie. Emma reached for hers, graciously, and nearly melted when the first bite reached her tongue, humming appreciatively. She was pretty positive that if it was humanly - or magically - possible to shrink a person and live inside the pie, she'd be the first volunteer. The blonde let her eyes close as she tried to memorize the flavor of the gooey-chocolately goodness. When she reopened them, she noticed Regina watching her with one of her infamous smirks in place.

"Good, sheriff?"

Emma nodded several times in fluid succession. "So, so good...can you shrink me so I can go live in it?"

A deep, rich laugh erupted from the brunette and the sheriff's heart skipped two beats at hearing the sound. She'd loved it when she could make the prissy royal laugh - really laugh. Regina took two bites of her own dessert before she spoke next, a frown taking over her red lips. "Emma... I wanted to talk to you about... what happened last week..."

Emma stiffened in her seat, not with anger but anticipation. They had been having such a nice dinner; she really didn't want it ruined with an argument. Ever since waking up, she had been trying to dredge up those feelings of anger that had plagued her these past few days, and each time she was unable to do so. She simply was no longer upset by the situation. It was certainly hard to witness the woman she'd secretly been ogling in such a compromising position, but she really couldn't be mad when she had no claim to the brunette. Swallowing thickly, she nodded. "Okay..."

If the blonde looked uncomfortable, Regina looked like she had been thrown into Times Square - buck naked. She refused to meet her gaze, and instead, pushed her dessert around her plate half-heartily as she began to speak. "I... regret... how you found me when you came over to apologize. I know that we are... not involved... but for some reason I cannot shake the feeling that I betrayed you in some way. And for that I am sorry. I have been quite the mess recently - as you are well aware; however, I am working with Dr. Hopper on how to process everything that has happened over the last year and I would like you to know that I have also recognized that I... have... feelings for you Miss Swan." Brown eyes shot up to meet green, assessing Emma's reaction to her words.

Emma stayed still through Regina's words, afraid that if she moved in any way she'd spook the unusual woman. The blonde suspected that the former Queen and Mayor had little use for apologizing during her life, although she hadn't exactly came out and said 'I'm sorry', Emma accepted the apology for what it was. She was more than ready to put the past where it belonged and start to explore what feelings they had for each other. Following that train of thought as she continued to watch Regina nervously fidget with her hands, she figured now was as good of time as ever to ask her out on a date.

"Will you go out with me this Saturday?" she asked simply. Inadvertently telling the brunette that she'd forgiven her and both acknowledged and reciprocated her feelings. Emma watched as the emotions played over Regina's face, and did her best to memorize each one. Shock initially; she had clearly not planned on the blonde accepting her apology so easily. Fear followed, whether it was at being seen in public with another woman or the fact that she was taking an emotional risk by considering the proposal, Emma wasn't sure. Disbelief made a quick appearance, but was whisked away almost as suddenly appeared. Whatever dark thoughts had threatened to tamper with the brunette's mind, she seemed to have tossed them aside for now. Hope came next, dark caramel eyes filling with liquid before the former Queen quickly blinked them away. Finally, Regina gave her a closed-mouthed smile.

"I think I'd like that." They sat smiling at each other, lost in a gaze that was both searching as much as it was offering a piece of themselves to the other. Emma knew that things were changing between them, and rather quickly. She wasn't the least bit afraid; in fact she was irresistibly eager to get to know the woman behind the stoic facade and brash sarcasm.

Still smiling like a moron, Emma reached across the table and took Regina's hand that had been resting near her drink. "Are we really doing this? Dating I mean?" she asked.

"I believe we are indeed, dear." Came the response, the brunette watching her affectionately as an alabaster thumb traced over olive knuckles.

"What do you want to tell Henry?" Emma really didn't want to ruin the mood, but she figured that it was better to get this entire thing out in the open now. A fresh start.

Regina seemed to consider this for a moment. "I think... for now at least, that he doesn't need to know. Not until we figure this out. I don't want him to get hurt if this doesn't work." she made a point to gesture between the two of them with the hand not encased in Emma's.

The younger woman nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me. I don't want Henry hurt any more than you do. But I want to see where this goes."

"As do I." Regina gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and then pulled her hand back. "Now dear, you really should be going. I promised your father that I would call him as soon as you awoke in trade for him keeping your mother from running to my doorstep with worry." The brunette stood and began to gather the dirty dishes.

Emma chuckled and repeated the older woman's actions as she too, gathered dishes and followed Regina into the kitchen. "I see you took your promise seriously."

Her comment was met with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Absolutely. You just woke up, don't you remember?" the brunette stated as she pulled out her cell. Emma snickered as she leaned against the island and waited for Regina to let her parents and son know that she was okay. "Charming," the former Queen started, her tone all business as she turned her back to the snickering blonde. "Miss Swan is awake. There was no adverse reactions other than she doesn't appear to remember anything after going to bed last night." She paused as she listened to the Prince on the other end of the call. "Yes, she remembers everything else just fine. She'll be home soon." and with that she ended the call.

Just as she set her phone down Emma closed the gap between them and pressed her front into Regina's back, wrapping her hands around the slim waist. She heard the brunette's sharp intake of air and was delighted when the woman leaned into her. "Miss Swan." Regina chastised, although her tone lacked any hint of displeasure.

The blonde only placed her chin on the shorter woman's shoulder, turning her head to place a chaste kiss to her pulse point. Her heart skipped a beat when Regina adjusted her position so that her neck was fully exposed. Finding the olive skin irresistible, she continued to place little kisses over it as she spoke ever so softly into the woman's ear. "I do believe," kiss. "That I have," kiss. "Forgotten my manners." kiss.

"Oh?" Regina purred, voice all but dripping with arousal as Emma continued to assault her neck.

"Mmhmm. You see, I never properly thanked you for tonight." The blonde replied, her own voice rich with desire. She nipped at the flesh offered to her so freely and heard a low hum of pleasure erupt from the brunette's chest.

"How terribly rude of your dear." Responded the sultry woman wrapped in her arms. Emma was sure that voice alone was enough to take her over the edge and suddenly she had the urge to claim those red lips as her own. She released the hold on the brunette and just as the former Queen was about to protest Emma expertly turned her so that she was facing her once more and pressed their lips together.

She instantly felt Regina respond, her arms sliding around her neck pulling her closer. The kiss was slow, passionate and electrifying; nothing like Emma had ever felt before. A moan left one of them but she wasn't sure who, nor did she care as her whole body shivered when she felt a hot tongue press against her lips, asking for entrance. When the hot muscle made contact with her own she was lost completely to the kiss. Her legs felt like jello and she found herself pushing Regina back against the counter for stability as their tongues danced a language known only to them. Liquid heat flooded her underwear when the brunette dug her hands in her hair, pulling the blonde impossibly closer and deepening the kiss even more. Her own hands traveled dutifully from Regina's hips up her back and into dark hair as their movements quickened and breathing became difficult. She didn't want this to end, ever. She already knew she wanted to kiss this woman for the rest of her life and she would do whatever it took to be able to do so. A whimper escaped her when Regina finally separated their lips, leaning her forehead against Emma's as they both tried to catch their breath.

"That was…" Emma paused, at a loss for words at how to describe what just happened.

"Breathtaking." The brunette finished for her, bringing her lips to Emma's once again for a few more closed-mouthed kissed before stepping back, looking rather flushed as she eyed her with a hungry gaze. "You should go darling, before your parents come knocking on my door with torches and pitchforks."

Emma chortled and traced a thumb along the brunette's jawline. "Well we wouldn't want that. Goodnight Regina."

"Goodnight Emma." and with one last chaste kiss Emma turned and headed out of the mansion.


AN: I know I usually have my notes listed at the top but I was in such a hurry last night to post this that I didn't even think about it, so just to reiterate THANK YOU all for the reviews, this story is really starting to get some attention and your reviews/follows/favorites are only helping so THANK YOU again! I have a couple of hours tonight to start Chapter 10 but tomorrow I literally work from 8 am-10 pm tomorrow and there is no way I will finish it tonight. Plus, I find I write better when I space it over a couple of days. On another note...TONIGHT IS THE BEGINNING OF SEASON 4B! Yay! Unfortunately I don't get ABC so I will have to watch it via Hulu later on. Anyone else weirded out by them introducing Cruella? Like for real? *Smh* I will choose to ignore that choice in lieu of seeing Evil Emma bwhahaha. Happy reading guys :)