After they sent Henry off to school, the rest of the day was spent curled up on the couch. A few hours later, Emma found that her hangover had mostly worn off, and she was able to turn on the TV without intensifying her headache. Given that her stomach was full and relatively happy, she was able to relax and spend some quality time with her wife, who was curled into her side for most of the day.
"I can't believe you're not angry," Emma finally said, looking over at Regina.
"Me, either, honestly. I guess I've just moved on to feeling disappointment and pity. All I want is for you to get better. I don't want to punish you."
"What if I want to be punished?" Emma teased, grinning at her lover.
"That can be arranged."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Sure. Why not? You think I've never tortured anyone before?"
"Hopefully not in the way I'm thinking."
Regina smiled too and shook her head.
"No, dear. That would be a new one."
"Maybe we should try it."
"Maybe when you're feeling better, okay?"
Emma sighed and rested her head back against the couch. She was beginning to see just how much her drinking was affecting her everyday life. Even her sex life was suffering, which wasn't something Emma felt she could handle. When they'd first gotten married, it had been multiple times a day. Before work, when they got home, after dinner, before bed... Almost any moment they were alone. (Although, these moments were hard to find, since Henry was usually around.)
"I am feeling better," Emma protested.
"Relax, Sheriff. Enjoy your day off."
"I'd enjoy it even more if you'd let me have a little fun," Emma mumbled. There was a pause, then the blonde added, "Are you sure you're not mad?"
"Emma," the mayor sighed. "Yes. But I want you to keep going to meetings."
"How often?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"Every day. You need it, Em."
"I know."
With a sigh, Regina asked, "What's for dinner?"
"Whatever you're cooking," Emma teased. "Lucky Charms?"
The mayor shook her head, hiding a smirk.
"I don't think so."
"Order out? Pizza? Henry's at his grandparents'. We can eat whatever we want."
"I certainly don't want nasty, greasy pizza for dinner."
"Bullshit. You know you love it. Pizza is everyone's guilty pleasure."
"Alright," Maybe on occasion. But I'm not eating that junk tonight."
"What's wrong with Lucky Charms? It's easy, and it doesn't make a mess."
Regina thought this over. How long had it been since she'd even eaten a bowl of children's cereal? She only kept it in the house for her son.
"I guess I could go for that."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
"I don't know. I guess I just didn't think you'd be down for that. It's kinda childish, I guess."
"Sometimes, that's okay," Regina said with a smile.
"Wow," Emma said. "I never thought I'd hear that from you."
"You forget, Emma, that I missed most of my childhood. My mother took it away from me. I was never allowed to indulge in the things children usually get to indulge in on occasion. I was anything but spoiled."
"I can't imagine you ever 'indulging' anyway."
"Well, I usually don't. It was your idea," the mayor said defensively.
"Alright. I'll go get us some cereal then."
When Emma came back from the kitchen, she had two bowls of Lucky Charms in hand.
"Wanna use your magic to fill the box again, so we can pig out all night?"
"I'm not using magic," Regina asserted. "What about cinnamon rolls?"
"That works," Emma said with a grin.
So the two of them ate junk food the rest of the evening, until it was past one in the morning, when they fell asleep in each other's arms.