I do not own any of the characters or this show, only the idea for this story and also thank you for reading this chapter. Have a nice read! :) For my muses: Queen, Bae, and Angel.
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SA: I really plan on that being in the next chapter.
Ysterpenty: Right!? But I think all your questions are answered in this chapter.
Sletsappies: Maybe ;) Lolz you're so inquisitive, and I love it. No, though she is sane. I have a lot to unveil, no worries.
Proudly South Africa: I love making you guys smile, but you have to stop reading my mind :,P
PLover: Emily is a, very smart, 3 year old, I can promise everything should make sense after I'm done with this fic. If not I'll make a prequel. And I would….so.
Lodi: I knew I would draw you in! Mwhahahaha….but ok I reckon. A Lil
Emma shook her head, "You are waaaaaaaaay to young to have a girlfriend." Emily poked her lip out as Regina nodded with the older blonde.
Regina then started wondering about the girl's gender, and if she was like her blonde father, "Honey, I think you should go bathe Emily. She needs to eat," she said checking her clock, "And afterward, not only are we having a very stern talk, but I also need you to finish the housework."
"I only have to fix the garage, but when I was in the basement and noticed it could use a few tweaks," Emma said nodding and taking the little girl from her favorite brunette.
Emma walked up the stairs with her new-found daughter. Emily laid her hand on her shoulder, "Daddy? Will you get in with me? We can play bubbles together," she said adorably.
Emma smiled fondly at the little girl's antics, "Okay, Mini-me. And where are we going to find bubbles?"
The little blonde pointed to a bottle of bubbles on the side of the tub and Emma laughed, sitting Emily down and turned to take off her shirt, pants, socks, and shoes. She was still in her boxers and bra when she turned to see Emily looking at her inquisitively wearing a similar ensemble but instead of American Eagle, her undergarments were Spongebob.
Emily looked perturbed, "Why come you have on clothes still?" she asked tilting her head similar to her parent.
"Why are you wearing boxers?" she asked back. The smaller blonde glared, and it honestly reminded her of Regina.
"I asked first, Daddy," she said, in a completely sassy manner. Emma raised an eyebrow and laughed.
"Because Daddy is an adult and I have something you shouldn't see."
Emily nodded, thinking it made sense in correlation to the 'good touch, bad touch' classes.
"Okay, now answer my question, please."
The toddler nodded, "to cover my pp."
Emma looked at her lost, thinking maybe she should call Regina to do this. Instead, though, she nodded, "Okay, but Daddy has to clean you, or the scary lady downstairs might hurt me," Emma said smiling at how the two had bonded almost instantly.
"You mean Mommy?" the little girl asked.
Emma shook her head in the negative, "No, my girlfriend, Regina."
"That's my Mommy now," Emily said confused.
Emma decided that was a conversation to have with all three of the women in one room. She picked her daughter up placing her in the now warm and bubbly water.
Emily giggled, and as soon as her Daddy got in the tub, she threw bubbles in the older woman's face. Emma looked appalled and threw her own hand full and it landed in Emily's fair hair. The little blonde glared until she felt her hair being put into little bubbly twists.
"Stop it, Daddy!" she yelled playfully.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Regina was thinking about everything that had unfolded so soon, so perfect. In a month, she had not only found love but had found a whole family. And honestly, she wasn't planning on slowing the process just yet. With Emily's mother under the library with her ex, she had Emma and their newfound child. Something about the blonde toddler felt so natural and familiar.
At first, she thought the familiarity was simply an obvious answer: she looks like a replica of her blonde girlfriend. Over the span of a day, it has dawned on her that the little girl reminds her of herself. She thought about actually using magic to check, but she felt absurd. At this time she heard Emily's loud yell, and with the muffled noise from the many doors and walls, she assumed something was wrong and rushed upstairs.
When she got to the door, frantic and emotional, she saw Emma and Emily on the floor having a tickle war in the middle of a puddle of bubbles and the soaked floor, "Emma, Honey...what are you doing?" she asked in an eerily sweet voice.
The blondes both stood up immediately terrified and pointing at each other. Regina first looked down at the smallest blonde, who was covered at the privates with a thick bunch of bubbles and she turned her glare to Emma. She was waiting for one of them to unleash the wrath by saying something, anything.
The baby girl caught her so off guard, though, "Mommy, we was having a tickle war since that's the best way to clean," she said with a serious face. Regina couldn't help but break out in a smile at being called 'Mommy' and at the seemingly genetic adorableness. She scooped the girl up taking notice of her girlfriend's body as the bubbles and water began melting away from her body. She shook her head and turned her back to Emma, so she wouldn't be tempted by the chiseled body and encased cock just out of sight.
"Emma Swan, I want this bathroom sparkling by dinner, and I assure you, my definition of sparkling is nothing short of that," she warned leaving the bathroom taking the smaller girl to a spare room close to her own master.
Upon entrance, she summoned the room to take on a more childlike appearance: NBA decorated walls, replicas of Emma's outfits in smaller sizes were in the closet, and a tv with a game console and fairly large television inside a sturdy entertainment system, "Anything else you need, just ask. I don't mind giving you things but you will have to earn them. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Mommy," the little girl smiled excitedly.
The brunette couldn't get enough of the new moniker, "Let's get you into some clothes." She went to the closet and brought back some female panties and gave the little girl a towel.
Emily looked at her for a second, "I no wear those."
Regina looked down at the girl, "Bra and panties?" she asked confused.
Emily shook her head, "I wear boxies like daddy," she smiled. Regina squatted down drying the little girl off, and surely, she was born with an appendage like Emma. Regina changed all panties to boxers, and Emily got dressed in undergarments, basketball shorts, and the matching shirt, socks, and even sweatband. "Mommy! How did you know I like Lebron?" she said shocked and overly excited about the full Cavaliers outfit with all of Lebron's signature from head to toe.
Regina smirked, "Mommy has a lucky guess," she laughed, picking Emily up and taking her downstairs to finish cooking.
The brunette sat the little girl on a stool and proceeded to cook. "Mommy, can I help?" the blonde asked standing in the seat. Regina nodded and gave her the apron she was wearing. It was way too big but Emily was happy just to have it. "My old mommy never let me come out of the darkroom when Auggie was there."
Regina looked at her hoping the little girl's imagination was running wild, but she had to know for herself, "Did she tell you why Honey?"
Emily looked to her mommy with a forlorn face, "Because she didn't want Auggie to know I look like Daddy. When I was littler, I had brown hair and my eyes were brown and green, but then it changed and mommy told him I... I was a freak and that's why she didn't want him to see me," she cried and was enveloped in a loving hug and kissed until her tears ceased.
"My Little Love, I want you to know they were crazy to think you are anything but adorable and very intelligent. Remember, the only person that is freaky is your Daddy when she makes Mommy mad," she smirks as the little girl bursts into giggles.
"Okay, Mommy," Emily smiled happily to have finally been accepted and loved in a family where she wasn't a secret or a mistake.
Emma came down minutes later and Emily was stirring a bowl with Regina guiding her movements and Emma couldn't help but put it on Snapchat happily.
The sound of the camera caused Regina to turn around, "Is the bathroom clean?" she raised an eyebrow.
Emma nodded, "Yeah, and the garage. And before you ask, yes that fast."
Regina nodded, "You're still in trouble," the brunette smirked to herself laughing internally.
"Why do you have to be so evil?" Emma pouted.
Regina internally thought, 'you just don't know, My Love.'
The End. hope you had a good read.
Just the end of the chapter ;P