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CHAPTER 9: The First Date

"Oh, Emma, I have loved you for years. I picked fights with you because you are sexy when you are angry. I have been attracted to you since the first time I saw you. I know that I have used Henry to hurt you in the past but, truthfully, you are so great with him. He loves you. He has always loved you. Henry is our son. Ours. Yours and mine. I cannot apologize enough for ever making you feel or think otherwise. I have hurt you so many times. I ruined your life. I seperated you from your parents the day that you were born. I will never be able to make all of that up to you. However, I am so very willing to spend forever trying."

Emma sat completely still and silent with tears streaking down her pale cheeks.

THE LOFT 5:25PM

Emma paced frantically around the apartment she shared with her mother and father. Her make-up was done and her hair was perfect. Her face was not covered in paint as usual; just the typical eye liner and mascara. Her hair was in a pony tail that held light curls. She could not remember a time when she had been more nevous.

"Emma, honey, you need to calm down." Mary Margaret said from her place at the dining room table.

"Yeah, Ma. Everything is going to be just fine." Henry added from the living room where he sat next to David on the couch.

"I really don't know why I'm this way. I mean we met our kid from the future. We know that we are going to end up together. We know that we are going to get married and have a daughter to go with our son. We get together and we stay together and we have Henry and we have Remi. There is no reason to panic, right? There is no reason. I am just overreacting. I am just...OH MY FUCKING GOD! I AM GOING ON A DATE WITH REGINA FUCKING MILLS." Emma said finally collapsing in the chair next to her mother.

"Honey, take a breath. Like you just said, you and Regina end up married. This is simply the first step to getting to that point in your life. This is True Love and True Love is the most powerful magic. It is the only magic that can cure any curse and cross realms. I know that I was a little less than supportive about this at first but when you really think about it, you and Regina are the perfect match. You are total opposites which means you balance each other out. And...speaking as a mother, she makes you happy. That is enough for me." Mary Margaret said calmly.

"You're right. You are right. I just have to get dressed because we all know that I am sharp as hell and cute as always. I have confidence and...she already loves me. This could be it, you know? This could be my happy ending. She could be my happy ending. This could all work out in the very best way. I just have to take it one minute at a time." Emma said as she ran up the stairs to her room to get her clothes on.

Ten minutes later she was slowly descending the stairs completely ready. She hugged her mother and smiled a knowing smile at Henry. She left the apartment and paused for a moment to get her wits about her. She was pulled from her breathing when she heard the door open and then close behind her.

"You know, you gotta look for the moments." David said to his near frantic daughter.

"Moments?" Emma asked skeptically.

"Yes. Life is made up of moments - good ones, bad ones, but they're all worth living."

"Well, I seem to be a magnet for the bad ones."

"Well, then all the more reason to look for the good moments in between the bad ones."

"And you think having dinner with Regina will be a good moment?"

"I don't know. Does she eat with her mouth open?" He asked with a knowing smirk.

The Manor 5:25pm

"The black one looked so much better. It showed just the right amount of boobage but also says that you can look but not touch." Remi said to her brunette mother as she walked out of the bathroom for the eleventh time that night.

The two of them had been at this for hours. This was a huge night for Regina but for the teen, it was just a story she had heard as a child. It was odd to be experiencing it first hand. Time travel is weird that way.

"Boobage? You truly are the child of Emma Swan." Regina said in a playful tone.

Remi smiled but it did not reach her eyes. She also was not so practiced in the hiding of her emotions that shown through her green orbs as her blonde mother.

"So, would you like to tell me what that is all about?" Regina asked, pulling her daughter from her trouble thoughts...perhaps memories.

"What on Earth do you mean?" Remi asked in return.

"Remington Quinn Swan-Mills, you know exactly what I mean. You refused to look at Emma for very long when you first got here. You still seem to have trouble looking her in the eye. You distance yourself from her and it seems as though you are angry with her. Why is that?"

"I...I can't tell you. If I do, it could change everything."

"I know that there is not much information on time travel but I also know that things change over time. What should be is not. What should not be simply is. What could be shouldn't be. What could not be should be. It is very difficult to follow and even more difficult to predict."

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Remi asked her mother in a playful yet still confused tone.

"You know, the two of you are very much alike. The facial expressions you make, your eyes, your smile, that damn dimple...all Emma Swan."

"You have told me my whole life how much I am like her. You told me how much I am like her and she told me how much I am like you. I have her smile and her eyes and her dimple. I have your skin tone and your hair and your attitude. Her smart mouth. Your jawline. It has never really been a competition or anything like that. It just is remarkable to some people that I am literally the genetic make up of you and her. A product of True Love just like her...only different."

"Different how?"

"Like I said, she is the product of the True Love of Snow White and Charming. Everyone knows that. I am the product of True Love of The Queen and The Savior. But I am also a child of magic. I was not...created in the usual way. Some how, and no one knows how, the light magic that she has and the dark magic that you have combined and created a child...me." Remi explained. "Not even The Dark One can come up with an explination for my creation. But, I guess in a way, it makes complete sense. My mothers are the most powerful weilders of magic of this time. Why would they not have a child born of pure awesomeness?"

"And like I said...Little Emma Swan." Regina smiled.

"Little Emma Swan-Mills, actually." The younger girl paused for a brief moment before continuing with a serious tone to her voice. "In time, you will understand my delima with her. I can't give you the details just yet but you will understand. I promise you that." Remi reached out and touched her mothers hand gently.

Regina looked down at the touch only to notice that Remi had Emma's hands as well. They were strong, strong enough to properly use and swing a sword in battle. They were soft, soft enough for gentle touches. Her fingers were long and skinny. Her veins stuck out and probably did more so when she was stressed or angry like Emma's.

"Mom...mom..." Regina snapped her head up to look at her daughter. "Ma will be here in like fifteen minutes. You have got to get done getting ready." Remi announced.

"Right...right...date...OH MY GOD! I HAVE A DATE WITH EMMA SWAN!"

6:15 PM

ON THE DOT

BECAUSE THIS IS REGINA MILLS

AND SHE EXPECTS NOTHING LESS

Regina had been pacing around her office for nearly thirty minutes. She considered having some cider but decided against it as she wanted her mind to be 100% clear for this night. If her and Emma told their kids about their first date she assumed it was kept at least PG rated. Besides that, as a Queen, she is not the type of person to do anything sexual on the first date...even if it has been a really long time since she had been touched or caressed or desired or kissed...or...NO DAMNIT.

Emma had taken a drive around town with her headphones in to clear her head and to ease her nerves. You would think that she would be listening to something calming and slow and easy. BUT, this is Emma Swan, why in the hell would you think that? This woman does not do the expected. EVER.

"Welcome to a city that'll bring you to your knees

It'll make you beg for more, until you can't even breathe

Your blindfold is on tight, but you like what you see

So follow me into the night, 'cause I got just what you need

We're all rollin' down the boulevard, full of pimps and sharks

It's a motherfuckin' riot, we've been dying to start

You better grab a hold 'cause now you know your falling apart

You thought these streets were paved in gold

But their dirty and dark

Been to hell

I can show you the devil!

Down you fell

Can't hold yourself together!

Soul to sell

Down here you live forever!

Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!

Been to hell

I can show you the devil!

Down you fell

Can't hold yourself together!

Soul to sell

Down here you live forever!

Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!

Nightmares!

Welcome!" she sang.

She pulled up in the driveway that belonged to one Mayor Mills. She took a final breath and then jumped out of her car. Her palms were sweating and her head was still pounding to the beat of the song she had been listening to.

"Okay. Listen up. You have got this. You have been on dates before; just not with Regina Mills. You have been on dates with women before; just not with Regina Mills, You have been on dates with highly attractive women before; but not as beautiful as Regina Mills. You know I hate you sometimes, right? So, back to where I was." she coached herself mentally as she walked toward the front door. "Dry your palms. Take a deep breath." She rang the doorbell. "It's just Regina. My Mayor. My True Love. My Happily Ever After."

The door opened.

"My Queen." Emma said out loud as she took in the brunette's appearance.

Regina wore a form fitting yet simple black dress. Her "boobage" was on display for Emma to see (more like stare at uncontrolablly). Her make up was perfect and her hair was flawless. She stood tall and she was radiant. Her smile at Emma's words was a cross between cocky yet modest. Normally that title made her feel powerful and feared but the way that it passed Emma's lips made her feel weak at the knees and oddly aroused.

"You get points for that title, Sheriff. Congratulations on making a fantastic first impression." Regina said jokingly.

"Regina...you look...amazing."

"Thank you. Your daughter picked out this dress. She is with out a single doubt your child."

About that same time, the girl in question stepped around the corner. She looked at Emma with eyes of warning, then to her brunette mother with sparkling eyes of hope, and then back to the blonde with pointed eyes.

"This is my mother. Mine. She is a Queen and she will be treated as nothing less. You will show her nothing but respect. You will honor her with your respect. You will be mindful of her boundaries. You will not give in to any temptations that she does not also share. You will ensure that she has a wonderful time. You will have her home at a reasonable hour. Do not hurt her. Do not make her cry. Do not make me come looking for you. I will find you. I will kill you. I will make you suffer." Remi warned the Sheriff.

"Right...um...yes?" Emma replied ina confused tone.

With that, the Mayor and the Sheriff made their way to the car. Regina was lost in the thought of just how sexy Emma looked in dark blue jeans, a white button down with a black dress vest over it, and thick eyeliner. She didn't notice until the door was being held open for her that the ugly yellow bug was no where in sight. Emma was holding the door of a brand new Jeep open for her Queen.

"Where is the bug?" Regina asked.

"It was time for an upgrade. I gave her up so that I could have a ride more fitting for such a beautiful passenger." Emma said and then winked.

As it was safe for the residents of town to cross the town line, the two decided to venture to Boston for their date. Granny's was a wonderful place but they wanted the kind of privacy that could not be obtained in that place. There were too many people that would want to talk to them and just as many that would want to stare at them due to the history of their relationship. If they were going to give this a chance, a real chance, then they needed this time away to talk and be themselves and really get to know each other. It was not difficult for them to agree on this.

They ventured towards the place that Emma had chosen but decided to surprise Regina. They pulled into the parking lot of a small resturant and garlic filled the Mayor's nostrils. Italian. She loved Italian food. She remembered saying that in front of Emma but not directly to her and it had been years ago when she had said it. She was actually impressed that the blonde had paid attention and remembered the information.

They dined on the amazing food and fell into a comfortable flow of the evening. Soft and romantic music hummed in the background of the resturant. The dim lighting just increased the mind set of a date. Conversation was general and informative.

"So, did you actually enjoy the work of a bail bondsman?" Regina asked.

"Bail bonds person, actually. I guess I did enjoy certain things about it. There were other parts that were very infuriating but you learn to look past them and get the job done. I was pretty good at what I did so finding work was fairly simple and cash was great. I guess it made me feel good to be able to find the people that didn't to be found. Well, the people that they wanted me to find. The people I looked for on my own never seemed to turn up. But, now I know why and I understand." Emma answered.

"Did you want to be a bail bonds person? I mean did you actually wake up one day and decide that was what you wanted to do with your life?"

"No, actually, I wanted to be a musician. I wanted to learn as many songs as I could on the guitar and on the drums and I wanted to play to sold out stadiums and to hear the roar of the cheering. I wanted to write and sing songs that really touched people. I wanted to tell stories that they could relate to. I wanted to sing songs that made them stop and think. I wanted to change the world with my music. But, now things are very different."

"What do you want now?"

"I want to watch our son grow and marry and live to the potential that we know he has. I want him to be happy and safe and just as wonderful as he is now. I want to grow old with the woman that has driven me absolutly crazy for years. I want to spend my life falling further in love with you. I want to get to know my daughter. I want to see how much like me she really is. I want to see her first steps and hear her first word. I want to watch her grow up and become as beautiful as her mother and as stubborn as me. I want it all. I finally feel like I am getting my family and nothing will take it away from me."

"Emma, I think that maybe you and Remi should spend some time together. She seems to be distancing herself from you and I believe that it has something to do with the future but maybe you can bond with her now and fix whatever is broken for her."

"I think that maybe you are right. Madam Mayor, I would like to have tomorrow off so that I can spoil my daughter." Emma said with that smirk.

"Request approved."

The rest of the dinner went just as smoothly. They talked and they ate and they did exactly what they intended to do...they got to know each other better and they began falling more so in love than they already were.