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Chapitre 9 :
Except for a few arguments and a dispute between neighbors, Emma hadn't much to do in the day than to daydream at her Sheriff's office. The papers that she had to fill made her yawn and for a moment she thought she was dying by reading outdated and dreary laws. She put her head down for a moment and, without realizing it, fell asleep to wake up only much later. She jumped up as she looked at the clock.
"Crap! Henry!"
It was already time to pick him up, she was even ten minutes late. She hastened and found a very charming Henry in front of the school, talking to a girl not much older than him. Henry made big gestures and explosion sounds, explaining his so-called last adventure as the son of the Savior. Emma was smiling as she walked in his direction and wasn't surprised that her son didn't notice her right away. Once his story was over he went to Emma, giving one last glance to his lady love.
"She's cute, kid."
"I know. Admit that we still have good taste in terms of women in the family."
He stared at Emma, who immediately understood the connotation, she froze, looking her son up and down as if he had punched her in the stomach. He smiled at her and ran to the car, letting his biological mother understand the situation.
Regina hadn't come back to the mansion yet. Henry went to his room to do his homework after a well-deserved snack, but still in silence. Throughout the short meal, Emma kept staring at him, alarmed but unable to broach the subject with him for the moment.
Emma was now alone, she was exploring the living room, reveling in the slightest clue revealing a little more of Regina's personality. To be sure, it wasn't the colors that would overrun this room. Like the rest, it was refined and only the shades of white, gray and black seemed to find favor with the Queen. Emma wondered if the bedroom was in the same tone, after all she hadn't had a chance to get in there yet. She stopped in front of the bedroom door, getting ready to put a hand on the rail when the sound of the door slammed forcefully made her jump. She edged her way into the living room and threw herself on the sofa to finally take a more or less natural position.
"Emma, Sorry, I'm late. It was a long day."
Regina sighed as she hung her coat in the hallway and joined Emma on the sofa.
"It's ok, I-I was reading."
Emma pointed to the magazines and books scattered on the coffee table but as she discovered titles like 'Beautiful Homes' or 'The Incredible Adventures of SpongeBob', she bit her lip. Regina let out a sarcastic laugh.
"You really have no imagination in terms of excuses …"
"No, I don't think I'm good at it." Emma was laughing too, slouching into the sofa. When the two women were comfortably settled, she continued. "So … We had to talk. I'm all ears!"
"Yes … A lot of things have happened since the misfortune that happened to Henry, we haven't had time to put things down."
"I think I was pretty clear." Emma said, remembering that she had confided her feelings to Regina in a moment of fragility.
"I know … that's exactly why we had to make things clearer …"
The brunette began her explanation and Emma was more and more hurt. According to her, she didn't feel the same … it had only been sex. Besides, she didn't fall in love with women and she usually didn't sleep with them either. She found excuses such as her emotional distress of the moment, her lack of affection and attention from another human being. Anyway, she babbled her nonsense with such confidence that Emma remained paralyzed for a moment. The Queen knew how to wear a neutral mask when she spoke about feelings. She continued like that for a moment seeming to ignore the pain of the blonde sitting next to her.
Neither of them had heard Henry go down the stairs slowly. He had heard his adoptive mother's speech and wanted to cry, imagining Emma's pain. He shook his head silently walking up the steps, a new operation was to be set up and as all this mess had started with his sleeping curse so he decided to give it a coherent name this time.
"Operation Sleeping-Spell begins now!" he said, flanking a pile of clothing in his backpack.
Emma stepped out of the mansion, holding back the tears she hadn't wanted to let flow in front of Regina's coldness. She hadn't recognized her. The brunette had been even more distant than the woman she had met for the first time when she arrived in this town.
Sitting peacefully next to the yellow car, the black cat watched the devastated woman move towards him. She stared at him astonished.
"Are you following me or what? Have you ever looked in a mirror? You're a cat, not a dog …" The cat didn't care about her words and turned around her legs, visibly happy to see her again. "Go away. This is not the moment …"
She let her back rest on the door of her car, looking at the Mayor's house wondering if Regina had really thought these words. Their affairs had been so strong and real … She carried the cat in her arms before taking the driver's seat. She put him on the seat next to her, still surprised that he didn't flinch, then took the direction of her home.
