"Ma, can we swap seats?" Henry asked, seeing that Emma's seat would be the window seat. Emma narrowed her eyes and glared at her son. She hated taking off and landing when she flew, but once she was actually up in the air, she loved staring out the window like a little kid.

"I have the window seat though," She argued, crossing her eyes like a five year old.

"Oh for heaven's sake," Regina rolled her eyes at the two of them. "Henry you have the window seat." Henry grinned triumphantly and Emma began to fake pout.

"Not fair,"

"Well I guess if it's not fair, you won't want to sit next to me so we can get some kissing in when Henry's too busy ogling at the view to notice us," Regina smirked and Emma's face lit up.

"Henry can have the window seat," She said quickly and Regina laughed.

"You two better not spend the entire plane journey being gross," Henry warned them.

"Define gross," Emma told him as her and Regina exchanged looks. "Like is hand holding okay?" She slid her hand into Regina's who squeezed it softly. "Or is it a quick peck." Regina leaned in and kissed her softly. "Or is i-"

"Our gate's up," Henry said, jumping up quickly, to avoid having his mums making out in the middle of the airport.


"Look Ma," Henry grinned happily out the window, not realising that Emma was beginning to get scared as they began racing down the runway. "We're going so fast!" On instinct, Emma gripped the arms on her seat, ignoring Henry. She didn't see that Regina's arm was already on the rest. Sharp nails dug into Regina's arm, who looked up at her frightened girlfriend, wanting to comfort her.

"Sorry," Emma murmured, realising her mistake and moving her hand.

"Hey," Regina whispered, taking Emma's hand and squeezing it softly as Emma glanced nervously at the window. "Don't focus on that." Emma's head jerked to look at Regina. "Focus on me." Regina whispered as loving brown eyes locked on nervous green ones. Just as the plane was about to leave the ground Regina leaned in and kissed Emma softly. Her heart pounding, Emma leaned closer into Regina. "See, that wasn't so bad." Regina whispered as they pulled apart.

"I think I'll fly with you more often," Emma decided, still not moving the hand that Regina was holding.

"Are you two still being gross?" Henry muttered, looking at his mums. Regina and Emma sighed slightly, but Emma didn't break eye contact with Regina. If she turned round to look at Henry, then she would also see the window and they weren't high enough up that she would start freaking out again.

"I thought you wanted us to be together," Regina smiled, squeezing Emma's hand comfortingly.

"I do," Henry told her. "Just not when you're kissing and doing gross coupley stuff."

"May I remind you of Violet?" Regina asked, arching an eyebrow, remembering the kiss that she and Henry had shared.

"That was one kiss," Henry protested. "It doesn't count."

"Sure it doesn't kid," Emma teased. "Gina, what do you say we get a glass of wine each when they come round?"

"Can I have one?" Henry asked cheekily.

"No," Regina said. "You're underage. I don't mind you having a little bit of alcohol at home when it's not illegal."

"Hmph," Henry complained, but perked up slightly when Emma sneaked him a sip whilst Regina's back was turned.


"I'm so tired," Emma said, flopping down on the bed and spreading her arms out.

"You've spent the entire day sitting down," Regina said, offering her a hand to sit up.

"Can we have pizza for dinner?" Henry asked, dumping his bag in the middle of the floor. "I'm starving."

"My vote's on pizza too," Emma piped up quickly.

"It's like having a couple of five year olds," Regina sighed, though the corners of her mouth were pulled up into a slight smile. "Fine, as long as I can have a salad."

"Sure I can't tempt you with a pepperoni?" Emma asked, practically drooling at the thought of one.

"Quite sure Miss Swan," Regina told her crisply. She could almost here her mother's voice of approval telling her that no one would want her to be queen if she ate such greasy foods. Things had been easier since dating Emma when it came to eating, but her mother's voice was always circling in the back of her mind. Like a vulture about to swoop.


"You know it was a really smart idea to give the kid his own room," Emma smirked once Henry had gone to his room to go to bed as she took off her leather jacket.

"Oh and why's that Miss Swan?" Regina asked, arching her eyebrow, pretending to play innocent.

"You know why," Emma grinned, walking over to her and kissing her. Regina smiled and kissed back pushing Emma onto the bed.

Disgusting

Impure

Disgrace

Regina paused as her mother's voice went round in her head. It hadn't been this loud for a long time. It was probably because she spent most of the day travelling. The voice tended to be quieter the more busy she was. She couldn't deal with it today. She stopped running her hand through Emma's blonde locks and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, rolling next to Emma. "I can't."

"Hey," Emma put out to fingers to take Regina's chin, forcing her to look at her. "It's okay. You don't need to be sorry. We can take it slow."

"It's her..." Regina told her and Emma didn't need her to say who 'her' was. There was only one person who would cause this reaction.

"I know," Emma said, putting her arm around Regina and pulling her head onto her chest. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

"I'm not," Regina replied, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Well clearly you haven't looked in any mirrors recently," Emma stroked Regina's hair fondly. "Well either that or you've gone and trapped Sidney in another mirror." Regina laughed softly at the joke.

"Thank you," She whispered before closing her eyes. "For everything."