Title: (Just Like) Starting Over
Rating: T for language, might be bumped later for language and/or sexiness
Disclaimer: I have no rights to any persons real or imagined, no television shows, no books, basically nothing. You want to sue me the best thing I have is a bed, but try to take that and I'll cut a bitch, it's super comfy.
Summary: AU Remma, Regina/Emma, Swan Queen, whatever you want to call it. Regina is a high society HBIC, Emma is a street-smart cop. This is what happens when I watch Once Upon a Time then go to sleep listening to Uptown Girl.
Word Count: This chapter: 423; Total: 6197
Notes: I can't get the idea of Remma out of my head; you will all be subjected to more of it. And frequently.
Also, I'm trying to build my own AU canon here so bear with me. Mary is Emma's pseudo-mother but James (yes he will be James, not David or John) did NOT come part and parcel with Mary. There will be Henry, but certainly not when Emma's 18. I think that's it.
"But can't I stay up? It's New Year's Eve. Please Mamma?" Henry pouted, scooting closer to Emma on the couch. It was already his bedtime but he was eight now, that was old enough to stay up late.
Cocking one eyebrow, Emma took in her son. He was already dressed in his pajamas and his hair was still wet from a washing, but Henry looked wide awake. "If your mom says it's ok, then it's alright with me."
"What is alright?" Regina asked, coming into the living room holding two glasses of champagne in her hands.
"I can stay up 'til midnight!" Henry crowed, bouncing on the couch cushions with glee. The movement disturbed Max's slumber, causing the dog to slide off the couch in search of a quieter bed.
"That's not what I said - "
"Henry, no jumping on the furniture - "
Both of his mothers' voices blended as they scolded him but Henry still understood. He quickly dropped into a crouch, still nearly vibrating in excitement. "Can I stay up, please mom? Mamma already said yes."
Regina shot Emma a look and they spent a moment in silent conversation. "If you can stay awake, I don't see why you can't celebrate New Year's." The declaration caused Henry to resume his jumping up and down on the couch. "Henry, what did I say?"
Emma play-tackled the boy onto the couch, causing him to collapse in a gale of laughter. Neither noticed that Regina had gone until she came back. And with her she brought sparkling cider for Henry, though his was in a plastic champagne flute instead of crystal.
"Wait, do I have to kiss somebody? Kissing is gross!" Henry protested as he took his glorified juice, it didn't taste very good but he was a grown-up and grown-ups drank it. "This tastes funny."
Emma smirked at Regina over Henry's head before answering. "Even a kiss from me?" she asked, puckering exaggeratedly.
"No! Mamma stop it!" Henry shrieked, squirming away from her, nearly jostling Regina's champagne.
"Children, behave," Regina admonished, but did nothing else.
It was next year when Emma carried a snoring Henry to his bedroom. "He tried."
"Unsuccessfully," Regina added, grabbing the ratty, stuffed dog from where it had been abandoned on the couch. They both thought it was adorable that their 'grown up' son still needed his stuffed animals to sleep with.
"Happy New Year," Emma said when she finished tucking Henry into bed.
"Happy New Year," Regina echoed before pressing a kiss to her wife's lips.