~Emma' s POV-

Im frozen. He looks just like one of my foster dads. The one who constantly raped me:Neal... he looks just like him and tears blur my vision as I keep staring. Not only that, he looks like me too.

He looks up at me as his mother introduces me and he gives me the cutest little smile. His eyes, his smile are all me...

"Emma..." I faintly hear. "Emma? Are you crying?"

I look to Regina while I wipe my tears away. There's no way I can tell her, not yet. Who knows what will happen or what she would think. Hell, Henry might even react the wrong way when he finds out. I hope he knows that he's adopted at the very least.

I smile and shake my head. She frowns but I can tell she doesn't want to pressure me any further. Thank god for that. She then kneels down and whispers something to Henry and the boy looks up to me again. His smile grows even bigger. Oh god, I can't take it!

"I'm Henry...my mom says you're Roland's nanny."

I kneel down beside Regina and return the truest smile I can, "I am kid."

Regina grabs Henry's hand to lead him back to the retrieving area. They chat up a storm while we all look for his suit case. Well, I just keep the carseat in my grip and watch them from a distance. They need this moment together and I don't want to intrude at all.

Once his suitcase rolls by on the conveyor belt, Regina grabs it quickly and we head out to the car.

I get in the driver's side since she drove here, and I drive to whatever hotel we are supposed to be going to.

~Regina' POV~

Emma's face has been stuck into a pout since we left the airport. I want to reassure her and find out what's wrong, yet I want to scold and discipline her for it. Just thinking about it makes me wonder if I should test the boundaries. We did take our relationship a step further so it shouldn't to see what she can or can't handle for my knowledge. I have so much in store for her.

The moment we pull up to the 5 star hotel, the blonde in the driver seat visibly relaxes and slumps into the cushion.

Maybe the sight of it is reassuring for her. Of course, me being me, I had to het the most expensive luxury things. Why not? The room I payed for is as equivalent to an expensive apartment. It'll feel mor like home for the time being. I don't know how long we'll be staying so the choice is quite convenient.

At some point we will go back to Cali so Henry could retrieve the rest of his belongings. I'm not sure if we'll be officially moving there but I do know that my son is staying with me. I'm removing him from the private school which made him extremely happy after I explained it in the car. Truthfully, I thought long and hard about all of this but I didn't come up with a plan that's set and stone, so it's safe to say that we'll be letting our lives play out on its own.

After a nice meal, Henry and Roland are sound asleep in their rooms. Emma listens well, very well indeed. Her lasagna came out nearly as good as mine, of course nobody's lasagna would ever be as great as mine.

So, even after all that's happened. She's still the nanny and I'm still paying her. She's probed to her chores now, so cleaning up after dinner came so naturally from her. From the dinner table, I sit and watch her as I sip my wine m. Just watching her do her job is a turn on if I have to be completely honest.

Emma locks eyes with me for a brief moment which gives me the opportunity to motion for her to come forth. Just as expected, she follows my orders. I haven't forgotten about her little silent tantrum earlier, so it's time to get to the bottom of it.

"On your knees." I demand, pointing to the floor. She complies and submissively mumbles,

"Yes ma'am."

I wonder if she knows my intentions and why I am doing this. If I recall, the moment we shared, when I taught her how to make homemade lasagna, sparked a new light in our growing bond. She told me that she wasn't sure if she wanted me to scold her which I can only assume that means she secretly likes it. Maybe a sub/Dom relationship is what she expects or she wouldn't mind it at the very least; so I hope.

"What did I tell you about mumbling?" I give a firm glance and I'm sure to keep my to sharp so that she can understand how serious I am.

"I'm sorry..."Her eyes instantly falls back to the ground, finding the perfectly polished floor more interesting than me. Obviously there is something weighing her down and she needs help. The problem is, I don't necessarily know how to help.

Letting the insecurities get the better of me won't help the situation or Emma. As I clear my throat I make sure they disappear as well, "Something is bothering you Emma. What is it?"I was kind enough. How much nicer could I have gotten? Instead of her answering me, she let's a heavy sigh which completely sparks a streak of anger.

"Don't be rude!" I scold and grab her chin between her thumb and index finger.

"I can't tell you yet..." she expresses clearly enough.

"Why not?" I feel a little hurt by her words. Does she not trust me? Am I doing something wrong? Does she not feel the same way I feel for her?

"Because I want to tell you when I'm sure and ready, Gina." She bites her lip immediately after realizing her mistake. It's a mistake that I'll let slide though; Gina... It's really cute.

I finally release her chin after thinking long and hard about how I feel about what's going on and also keeping her feeling in consideration. Its what a good girlfriend does right?

It's pleasing to see that she keeps her eyes focused on me even after I have released her. She's waiting patiently for a demand; a demand that I don't have for a moment. As we continue to gaze at one another, I easily notice her nibbling on her lip; it's not like she's actually trying to hide the seductive act. Her eyes then travels across every inch of my skin as they study every single detail. That brings heat to my skin and arousal to my core.

"My eyes are up here dear." I chuckle after and give a smirk once her eyes fall into contact with mine once more. "You aren't ready to go there with me Miss Swan." I purr lowly just to send that much needed shiver to her cunt.

"You'd be surprised." She smirks confidently. God, how I love that goofy grin. She stands up, without my permission might I add, and I look up at her as she does so. I know all to well what she's doing.

"You want to get punished, don't you?" The question earns a shrug and scrounge faced blonde.

"Maybe." She mumbles on purpose. I am loving this! Emma is perfect for me and I love her, but now is not the time to tell her yet.

"Go in the room, strip, and wait for me there." I demand. She bites her lip and nods. I watch her as she walks away with a little pep in her step. I swear, she is going to be the death of me...