Haters are gonna hate no matter what a person writes so just enjoy what you enjoy and don't worry about what they say. Henry's still too young to be having sexual feelings for anyone. Meghan's almost 15 so she definitely has teenage hormones. I'm thinking it will stay very subtle, but even if it didn't, Regina/Meghan are not in a "relationship". It is purely about magical power and dark ritual. I'm just going to wait and see how the story shapes itself as I write. The chapters will be getting darker soon anyway because we are dealing with dark magic in general. But I still hope for a happy ending because Regina does too.


For a few peaceful weeks, life went on in Storybrooke with business as usual. Except for the fact that everyone was in a tizzy trying to discover if there was any way to return to their home world. The only family that was content to stay in this world was the "Swan-Mills" family, which is what the townsfolk had started calling the group of people now living in the Mayor Mills mansion. It was embarrassing as hell for Regina and Emma both.

"Did you hear what they were all saying in town today while I was on patrol?" Emma complained to Regina while she cooked lunch.

"No, dear. Unfortunately, I can't even go to the grocery store without someone threatening to kill me." Regina replied testily, trying to concentrate on chopping cucumbers for the salad.

"It's all "Swan-Mills" this and "Swan-Mills" that. 'Did you hear they have two kids?' 'Did you hear the Savior is living with the Evil Queen?'" Emma ranted without pausing for a breathe. "I don't live here! And why is your name the last name? Heh?"

Regina snorted. "Forgive them, dear, but you do sleep over most days of the week."

"That's only because you're still holding Meghan hostage! How else am I supposed to see my daughter?"

"That's calling the kettle black. Stop holding my son hostage!"

"Henry wants to live with me!"

"And Meghan wants to live with me." Regina countered snidely. "It's a much more logical choice given how much room I have here. And clean, running water..."

Emma moved forward murderously while Regina continued to smirk at her and twirled the kitchen knife in her hand suggestively.

The kitchen buzzer ringing interrupted Emma's rampage.

"And that's time! Return to your corners!" Meghan had set the buzzer off on purpose to get her mothers' attention.

Emma grumbled, but moved out of the kitchen into the living room where Henry was playing on his xbox 360.

"Hey kid, did you send the break-up brigade into the kitchen?" she accused him.

"Yup. I can't concentrate on killing zombies when you two are carrying on like that." Henry's eyes didn't even leave the TV screen as he blasted his way through another monster.

Emma picked up the game box. "All Zombies Must Die!...?" Emma laughed at the title.

"If you wanna play, I have a second controller right here." Henry offered.

"Sure, sounds like a great way to blow off some steam."

"What's Henry doing?" Regina asked Meghan, as she lingered in the kitchen behind her.

"Killing zombies." Meghan answered her matter of factly.

"Hmmm..." Regina paused.

"It's a kid's zombie game. It's not like Left 4 Dead." Meghan reassured her.

"I do not understand this fascination with zombie apocalypses." Regina told her while handing Meghan the plates for the dinner table. "Real necromancy doesn't work that way."

Meghan grinned and changed topics, "Hey, I've got a great idea. You should make my mom get on the horse tomorrow."

"And watch Emma have a heart attack as a result? Very tempting."


The children were sent to bed by 10pm. Meghan probably stayed up to midnight secretly, but as long as she remained in her room, it was fine.

Regina refilled Emma's wine glass with apple cider. The evenings were spent trying to learn to live with each other. There was no separating now. The lives of their children would tangle them together for the rest of eternity.

"I'm going to move Meghan up a grade." Regina broke the silence.

"What? You don't go making decisions about my child, Regina!"

Regina stared at the hypocrisy in front of her. "She isn't challenged enough where she is. Frankly, I think she could be moved up three grades if you really wanted to push her hard. But one grade would probably satisfy her. Right now she's cutting classes because she's dying of boredom every day."

Emma stared at her stubbornly.

"She responds well to schedules and discipline as long as she is given a challenge." Regina continued to prod Emma.

Emma looked away. "No. She needs to be with kids her own age. She won't fit in if she's with people older than her."

"Either let her move up a grade or you're getting on that horse tomorrow like I promised Meghan." Regina threatened.

That got Emma Swan's attention. "No way! You won't get me on any of those crazy beasts!"

"Oh, but Emma, it's so easy, if only you weren't such a coward." Regina smiled and slinked forward, placing herself in Emma's lap.

"All you have to do is squeeze your thighs to hold on." Regina demonstrated by squeezing her thighs around Emma's legs. Emma stopped breathing for a second before reaching out to grab Regina's waist.

"Regina, I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual." Regina responded as she slammed her lips down onto Emma's possessively.

Emma groaned. Damn this witch and her evil cleavage.


Emma Swan found herself clinging fearfully to the back of a horse the next day. Regina, Meghan, and Henry were all having a great time. Why was she the only one with a deathly fear for this?

"Come on, mom. You have to relax. You're spooking the horse." Meghan tried to calm her.

"I can't." Emma spoke through gritted teeth.

"What are you so afraid of?" Regina criticized.

"I don't want to fall off."

"Everyone falls sometimes, Miss Swan. When it happens, you get back up and try again."

"Just go. Let my horse follow yours." Emma begged. "And nothing faster than a walk, please!"

So they went for a nice, calm trail ride. Emma didn't have to worry about steering since her horse followed Regina's in front. There was one point on the trail where a tree had fallen and Emma almost did have a heart attack when her horse suddenly jumped over it of its own accord. Her pathetic little girly scream had them all in fits of laugh for hours.

Regina let Emma order pizza for supper to make up for the endless day of mockery and teasing.

Emma and Henry settled themselves on the couch, watching The Lion King for the thousandth time, while Regina was upstairs reading a book. Feeling childish and bored, Meghan pounced on the bed, upsetting Regina's book. "Hey!" she snapped, irritated.

Meghan giggled and crawled across the bed towards her, grabbing a pillow on her way to cram into Regina's sulking face.

Regina released a growl after getting slapped in the face with a feather pillow. "What? Are you five?"

Meghan laughed again and tried for another hit. Regina grabbed her and pulled her down. "You'll pay for that!" Regina swore and began to mercilessly tickle her.

"Oh god, stop!' Meghan laughed painfully, trying to roll away. "That really hurts!"

"You asked for it." But Regina eventually relented and just kept her pinned. "Do I need to put you in time-out as well? I would only expect such immaturity from a certain Emma Swan downstairs."

"I'll behave..." Meghan promised, "If you tell me about the other world."

Emma Swan ducked her head into Regina's bedroom after putting a passed out Henry to bed.

She found Meghan and Regina fast asleep on the bed with the lamp still on. Emma turned off the lamp and tossed a blanket over them both. Emma sighed. Another night of being resigned to her guest bedroom since her daughter was currently in the way.


Nice, domestic SwanQueen family. I've got the cuddly feels right now. Please review!