"How are you feeling?" the mayor asked, gently touching the sheriff's cheek as the woman stirred awake.
"Hungover," Emma groaned, rolling away onto her side.
"I bet you are."
Regina brushed the blonde hair aside and kissed her wife's neck.
"I love you, Emma."
"You're not angry with me?" Emma asked softly.
The mayor shook her head and slid her arms around her lover.
"I'm disappointed in you," she admitted. "I need you to be strong, for this family."
Emma nodded slowly and started to pull away, feeling dejected, but Regina held her close and kissed her neck again - this time, with a little more pressure. The blonde shivered and leaned back against Regina's chest, allowing her lover to hold her tenderly in her arms without letting go.
"I'm sorry."
"I know, honey," Regina told her. "I know."
After a few more kisses carefully placed on Emma's neck, Regina finally sat up.
"I'm going to go make you some eggs and bacon, okay? I hear something greasy and some coffee helps wear off the hangover."
"You hear?"
"Yes. I've never tested the theory through personal experience. You'll have to let me know."
"You mean you've never been hungover?"
"I've never been drunk, Mrs. Mills. Unlike you, I was raised with class and propriety."
Emma scowled as she watched her lover climb off the couch.
"Whatever," she mumbled playfully, sitting up.
As soon as she found herself in the sitting position, she laid back down with her head on the pillow. Her headache was too intense for her to sit up comfortably, so she covered her eyes with a blanket and breathed heavily. She tried to fall back asleep, but the obnoxious pounding was relentless and kept her awake.
"How many eggs do you want, babe?" Regina called out from the kitchen.
"Two is fine. Thanks honey."
Speaking loudly enough to be heard in the other room was painful to her ears, but necessary.
"You hungry?"
"Yeah. Thank you for cooking."
"You'll feel better soon."
"I hope so."
Emma went quiet, but just as she was about to fall back to sleep, her wife sat down beside her on the couch and handed her a plate of eggs and bacon.
"Careful," she warned. "It's hot."
"I figured," Emma grinned, tossing the blanket aside and sitting up as slowly as possible, feeling her head spin as she took the plate from Regina's hands.
"Smartass."
"You love it."
"I certainly do not!" Regina cried dramatically, standing up to walk away.
Emma grabbed her hand and tugged her back down onto the couch.
"Where's yours?"
"I'm not hungry."
"You never eat breakfast."
"I know," Regina said. "Neither do you, but you should. You always wake up hungry."
"How the hell would you know?"
Regina laughed and said, "Because your stomach always starts to growl before you've even opened your eyes."
Emma laughed too and gave her wife's shoulder a playful shove.
"Don't pick on me."
"But you're so easy to tease!"
Rolling her eyes, Emma took a bite of her eggs, and her eyes went wide.
"Holy shit, babe," Emma gasped. "This is amazing. What's in this?"
"It's just salt, pepper, and American cheese."
"Well it's awesome. I should start eating breakfast," the blonde decided out loud. "But only if you're cooking."
"I think I have enough to do other than cooking your lazy ass breakfast every morning. At least Henry's easy; all he wants is cereal and toast."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I'm just picking on you, love," Regina told her. "I'd love to make you breakfast more often, if it'll get you to eat something."
"I'll definitely eat now, if you're the one feeding me."
"Promise?"
"Yeah," Emma said with a smile.
"You're off duty today, right?"
"Yep! It's too bad you have to work. We could spend some time together. It would be nice."
Regina nodded and smiled at Emma's good mood. It was something she hadn't seen in a while.
"I'll call out."
"Really?"
"Really."
After breakfast, the two sat beside each other on the couch and waited for Henry to come downstairs. Before Emma could break the silence, Regina spoke first.
"Do you remember what I told you last night?"
Another smile tugging at her lips, she nodded her head and kissed her wife's cheek.
"Yes. And I hope you haven't changed your mind."
"I haven't."