Herny runs away from me as fast as he could, and I always make sure I'm at least ten times slower than his little tiny legs. Emma left him with me. I'm assuming her parents thinks he's with granny; I know this little plan she came up with will backfire and bite her in the ass. One day her mom will go to Granny's and ask to see him and Granny would be confused as all hell. I could just see her storming up to my house now.
Oh! And then there's the grimy fact that my mother hired her father as the sheriff. I'm sure it was to scare me, yet and still, I feel unfazed about how anyone feels at this point. I'm too deep in this. We share a kid. Possibly kids...yes. I emphasize the plural because Emma realized that, so far, in this month of October, she had been so busy and forgotten to take the pill and I have been cuming in her like she were on her death bed and it was the only possible cure.
She nearly freaked out about it. Her mind told her that I was going to leave or make her get an abortion because if she is pregnant she wants to keep it. I don't mind keeping it, but I can't stop thinking about how fucking hard this going to be.
I scoop my little prince up in my arms and tickle his belly. His laugh is the most adorable thing; not to mention, his smile and those green eyes full of love and joy. To me, he looks exactly like Emma, but then again I have never seen the father or plan on seeing him ever.
When we get tired from playing his little chasing game. Henry and I watch tv, snuggling together on the sofa like we couldn't live without the skin to skin contact. Sitting here leaves me to wonder. How would Emma's mom react? She doesn't know I have a cock though...
Just on cue, the blonde bursts through the door and slams it shut causing Henry and I to jump slightly. Someone's pissed...I listen to her heavy feet travel into the kitchen, up the stairs, and back down here again. I'm sure that conversation about her sister did not go well.
"Okay guys...lets make pizza!" She tries to sound chipper but it's not really working out. Henry and I both look up behind the couch and at her. She's patiently waiting, most likely needing the distraction to put her mind at ease.
Henry slides off the couch and throws his victory arms up in the air. "Yaaaaayyyy pizza!" He cheers and runs to the kitchen. Without further questioning or pressuring the blonde, I obey and keep silent.
"We have to start over..." I frown down at the dough that took so long to shape. Emma's eyes darts between me and it trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with it.
"What?! Gina it's fine!" She gasps in defense. I look up at our son who's sitting calmly on the counter and eating the cheese like it's a snack and not meant for our pizza.
"Henry!" I scold and take the bag from him. Of course he begins to cry. So, I find a cup and poured a little in. He dug right in. "This big ass pizza isn't going to fit in that tiny oven."
Emma chuckles childishly at that sentence alone. I roll my eyes in frustration and began to smash the dough back together into a ball. I'm sure she's thinking about my cock and her 'oven'.
"You fit perfectly fine now." She laughs out loud now. I dip my fingers in the sauce and spread it across her cheek. "Regina!" She squeals.
"Stop talking about those things in front of my son miss Swan." I scold. I can't help but laugh at her trying to use her tongue alone to lick the sauce up. She's seriously straining it as if it could reach that far.
"Okay okay. But I have a question." She smirks. I roll my eyes at the word question. Her questions are so infuriating. "Did anyone ever kick you in the balls before?"
See what I mean? I stop all movements and turn my entire body to face her. I lift a suspicious eyebrow and can't help but wonder why the hell she's asking that. This Milf...
"Why would someone kick me there if they don't know that I have balls Emma?" I rebutted. She chuckles and takes over the dough spreading.
"I don't know. I just wanted to see what it feels like from a girl's perspective." She shrugs and digs her knuckles into the dough at a steady pace.
"Oh rest assure Miss Swan, I am a man." I grin.
Im not but, my cock says otherwise on most occasions. When at home, I act like a complete house wife but I sit like a guy, and burp like a guy, sometimes I end up eating like a guy. It's just so much more comfortable than trying to keep up with this classy woman facade everyday.
"Well then why don't you just let Henry call you daddy?" Henry looks up at the sound of his name and cocks his head to the side in confusion. That cup of cheese is still clenched tightly to his chest. So adorable!
"He can. But you can't." I point out. Emma pouts her lip at me and stops to give me her full attention.
"Why can't I?" She whines. Seriously?
"I told you why. Because it's weird and I'm so much older and I'd feel like a complete pedo. It's a turn off." Emma gives me a wicked grin.
"Okay daddy." I tense at the word. So, normally when someone would call me that, it did not work out. I hated it, like seriously hated it, but for some reason when Emma just said it... "Ooooo! I think someone has other plans in mind." She grins while drooling down at my cock.
"I hate you." I huff and walk over to the sink to clean my hands. She gives a care free laugh and continues to shape the dough the best way she can. Now I wish those hands her working on me instead.
"Have fun!" She yells to me as I make my way to the bathroom.
The pizza turned out to be super super good. We ate every single drop, and had a great dinner together as a family. Emma cleaned up Henry and put him to bed as I cleaned up the kitchen which, took me surprise, it really wasn't as messy as I expected it to be.
Once done, I meet the blonde upstairs in our room. Our room. It just feels so good to say it that. Words cannot express how it good it feels when Henry and Emma calls this place home. It sure does feel like a home with them in it now, that's for sure.
"So...how did it go?" I ask while I strip. Emma is sitting in our bed, indie style, and doing her homework. She looks up at me to watch me for a brief moment.
"They said it was either her or me but they put it kindly." The blonde mumbled under her breath. I can only feel for her right now. She probably feels completely guilty about this. "They said that even though it didn't seem like it, they were going through a financial crisis and couldn't afford to care for both of us. Lily was...very hard to handle, I should say, so they chose to keep me. But I can't help but feel guilty because they used our personalities. I was the good one, so Lily didn't stand a chance. I'm pissed at them because how dare they have Neal and not even attempt to get her back?"
"Emma...none of this is your fault. Please don't beat yourself up about it." I beg as I climb in beside her. She shrugs and slams her finger on the calculator buttons a little to forcefully for it to be a norm.
"It's duly noted that I can't stay with them. I don't care about my mom anymore. I'm just staying here." She informs me. I'm in no room to protest, so I just let her make her choices on her own. "I'm not pregnant either."
"Oh? How did you find out?" I ask and wrap my arm around her shoulder. She gives a small smile and kisses my forehead.
"I took pregnancy tests and I caught my period from not taking the pills." She explain. I huff, earning a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong."
"I was kind of getting excited?" I tense at hearing the words come from off my lip. Emma giggles and pecks my lips lovingly.
"We can have babies Gina, but can it be after I graduate?" She begs.
"Of course!" I quickly answer. "I never said that I were in a rush to have one. We still have a rambunctious two year old."
Emma groans and lets her body fall back onto the plushy bed. I gently move her homework out of the way while placing myself in between her legs. I hover over her and look down at her, amused at her little annoyed face.
"What's wrong?" I laugh.
Emma opens her eyes; a small grin forms on her face as she looks up to me. Those green eyes always holds so much emotion when they lock to mine. I could just so easily fall for her eyes alone. Emma locks her hands around my arms that lay beside her. She lightly trails her fingers up and down; I feel so relaxed from it.
"Nothing. I just want all the stressful things in life to end."'she vents. I tilt my head and lean over to give her a small peck to her lips. When I try to roll from above her, her legs trap me into a strong hold. Damn you soccer...
"What?" I grin. Her hips begin to squirm beneath me, telling me everything that I need to know. I press my lower half, deeper into her's.
"You know...we never really touched base about Zelena..." she points out. I nibble at the corner of my bottom lip in thought.
"Well I mean...I think she's just jealous of us?" I'm not really sure.
I shrug and Emma finally lets me pull away from her. We both make ourselves comfortable under the covers. I snuggle onto her chest, and as always, she wraps her protective arms around me.
"Why though? What did we ever do to her?" Emma mumbles against my back again.
"Growing up, Zelena longed for attention and since my mother was always so busy I easily became a mother figure and a best friend. My mom gave me custody when she started to travel alot." I story tell. I sense that Emma is listening intently so I keep going. "She either always gets jealous that I'm happy with someone else because she wants that same kind of relationship or she becomes possessive and tries to chase them away."
"You know I'm not going anywhere right?" She reassures me. I'm glad that she can't see the tinted blush on my face but I'm sure she can feel the increase of my heart rate.
"Well I'd hope so..."I hum. Emma presses herself into me a little more, making me feel safe and complete once again.
We linger in the comfortable silence. It isn't long before my eye lids become heavy and I fall right to sleep.
"Rise and shine!" I announce. I always wake up the blonde bright and early on a Saturday just to tick her off. And of course my trusty side kick will always tags along.
"Mommy! Time to wakey! We made panny cakes!" Henry screams with his little voice.
His body bounces and shakes on top of Emma. Still, she barely moves. A wicked plan comes up in my head. Being the man that I claim to be, I soak my finger with spit and stick it in her ear.
Emma jolts up and rubs her ear in disgust. Henry laughs and slides off the bed. I took that as my cue to make run for it as well. There's so many places to hide in the big house.
"I'm going to kill you!" Emma roars. As we run deep into he depths of the house, I swiftly pick up Henry as I pass by. I choose to hide in the laundry room.
Henry is going to definitely gets us caught with his little giggles. I motion for him to shush before I put him down. Together, we stare through the little slits of the door. Emma is frantically searching every room of this house to find us. When she gets closer...
"AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Henry and I scream. She screams back but only because we scared the shit out of her. Her chest frantically rises and falls, her eyes are wide, and she's grabbing at her heart.
"Jesus fucking christ!" She pants. Henry falls to the ground and laughs hysterically. I hunch over, trying not to choke on my own laughter. Her face was priceless. "Ha ha. Very funny." She groans.
I look up at her with happy tears streaming down my cheeks, but then a visual of her face comes back to view. This go 'round, I fell to the floor beside Henry.
"Oh my– your face babe!" I gasp, trying to recollect myself. I wipe away the tears and rest the prince on my hip after I stand back up.
"We made breakfast mommy!" Henry gives an in nocent smile. We press our cheeks together and I give her one too. Her eyes dart between us, trying to determine how she should feel in this moment.
"It had better been worth it." She groans and storms down the stairs. I follow shortly after and place Henry into his highchair when I make it into the dinning room.
"How did you sleep babe?" She asks me while chewing on a piece of bacon.
"Great! As always when you're here my love." I hand Henry's plate of pancakes with cinnamon on top.
"Tank you daddy." He smiles. Emma and I freeze. She looks to me and I look to her. We stare back at Henry with shock and confusion. My heart thumps wildly in my chest from the word and I try so hard to process this.
"W-what?" I frown.
"I said Tank you daddy." He grins and stuffs a pancake in his mouth. "What? Mommy said I call you daddy."
"No eating with your mouth full babes." I scold softly and finally sit down.
"No I didn't." Emma frowns back at him. I sudden realize what he's talking about.
"Mama said she a man. You said that Henry should call her daddy and she said I could." Henry explains slowly as if Emma is too dumb to comprehend anything.
"You could call me whatever you want my love." I give him a warm smile and he happily bounces in his chair.
"Well I like daddy. I always wanted a daddy." That cheeky smile instantly makes my heart melt.
"Henry...it doesn't wo—" I glare at Emma, who always sits at the head of the table, to stop her from digging a deep hole. I mean he's only two. He'll figure it out when the time comes. I refuse to let her crush his little heart.
Emma challenges me back with her fierce green eyes glistening from the chandelier above the table. Yes, I completely dominate over her when it comes to sex, but other than that, I'm just a clingy puppy. With Henry calling me daddy, it seems like the roles are flipped and everything about this family is backwards. Really, Emma is more of a father figure than I am, despite my uncertain body parts.
"Any who." Emma breaks our raging eye war deeming me the winner. "Are you guys going to wish me luck on my game today?"
"I didn't know you had a game..." I trail. She never really tells me when she has games.
Probably because I can't really go without seeming to show favoritism. Maybe I'm thinking about this too hard. It's common for teachers to have a favorite student without raising suspicions right? I mean Kat had a fave in high school. The art teacher always bought her lunch and gave her rides home after school when she needed it. There was absolutely nothing going on between them and her parents knew about her close bonding.
"Well I didn't think it mattered." She shrugs and stuffs her mouth with eggs.
"I go too?" Henry beams with hope. I look to him and a very doubtful Emma. I decided to speak up.
"We're going Hen." I announce. Emma looks to me in shock and our son cheers happily from across the table. "But only call me Gina outside right?"
"Right." Henry nods in understanding.
"Wha...huh?! You're going, you dont think that–"
"I'm ready to test the waters if you are. As long as your mother isn't there..." I give my wicked grin and slip a piece of bacon in my mouth. She slumps down in her chair letting the information sink in.
"Huh." She gaps in acceptance and blindly stares at her plate. I clap my hands to knock her out of her thoughts.
"Let's hurry so we can get ready." I suggest. Henry begins to stuff the last of his food down and so do I.
The fall air is slightly breezy but the sun is crispy and shining bright. Too bright. I will never understand why it's so hot in October right now. What has the world come too?
I took a pill for my little, big problem and threw on a pair of shorts. I have on a black v neck and a hoodie wrapped around my waist just in case it gets cold. Henry has on his typical jeans and a hoodie. I make a mental note to by him more diverse clothes.
We sit on the bleachers and wait for the game to start. Emma is talking away with her friends, but there's one brunette that I can't help but notice that's extremely close to her. At first I'm jealous, but I realize the girl has Emma's same coiled hair and toned body. They are the exact same height and their grins are exact replicas of one another. The only difference between them is that the brunette has a stronger jawline and blue eyes.
Soon enough, Emma comes our way with her. Both their ponytails swinging to and fro as they walk. Henry literally frowns at the sight of this new woman and possessively hugs my body as tight as his little arms will allow.
"Hey." Emma grins and leans over to nudge his hair. "What's his problem?"
"Too many people." I lie with a shrug. Henry keeps his eyes fixated on Lily. Emma soon figures out his sudden change to heart and sits at the bench beneath us. Lily nervously rocks on her cleats and stares down at the dirt.
"Henry. Mommy never told you, but I have a sister. This is your Aunty Lily." Emma explains. Henry's grip softens. His head slowly rises to take a better look at Lily.
"That's my aunty?" He questions with a pointed finger. Emma nods and stands. She picks up Henry to let him get a little closer.
"Hi." Lily gives a small wave. Henry giggles and claps his hand.
"You look like grandpa!" He beams. Lily chuckles and nudges his chin.
"Do I?" She grins. "I thought I looked like Emmy."
"Nope." Henry shakes his head and purses his lips. Emma looks over to me with a small smile on her face. I give her an encouraging one in return. She then hands over Henry. We nearly kissed...almost. It drives me crazy not to be able to kiss her when she's right there. My lips feel all tingly as if I'm craving a cigarette or drug. Emma is my drug.
"You be good for Miss Gina Hen." Emma demands kindly.
"Okay mommy." He smiles and waves her away. Henry then nudges on my shirt to grab my attention. My gaze was fixated on Emma's perfect ass that only grew since we first started screwing around. I look down to Henry and lean in closer.
"Can we have snack daddy?" He whispers in my ear. Man he's such a smart kid. We leave our seats to go to the concession stand. I hope that nobody takes our seats. This game seems important by the way the seats fill up as the minutes go by. There's so many people here.
And this line! Oh my god it's so long and it seems to be going no where. Henry and I wait patiently, but I'm secretly debating if we should wait until the game starts and then sneak off to get a snack.
"Regina?" I hear a familiar voice. I gulp down, trying to avoid eye contact. Pretending that I didn't hear her did not work at all. Superior only comes closer with that chippy smile on her face.
"Hey." I smile. She pulls me in for a warm hug, to my shock, but I never let go of Henry. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh! I always go to the championship games for every sport. It's kind of professional for us to go so I'm glad you showed up. And who is this little guy?" She tickles at Henry.
"Oh. Um this is Henry...Emma asked me to watch him for her." Superior looks to me in shock and takes a glance back at him.
"I had no idea she had a son!" She gasps. I chuckle at her obliviousness and nod my head.
"She didn't really want people to know at first." I inform.
"I understand. I see you two have grown closer." She smirks. I suddenly feel nervous about that statement. I don't really get where she's going with that.
"I mean...I guess I see alot of potential in her." I shrug in defense. Superior gives her dorky laugh and shoves my shoulders
"Relax Regina. Everyone has a teacher's pet. I mean we're all adults and mature right? Well I can't speak for everybody but–anyways. My close student is Aurora." She explains. I let out a breath of relief and give a tight lip smile to hide my inner turmoil.
"I wouldn't be surprised. She is the class president." I point out.
"And going places. That girl has alot of potential. But Im glad to see you took Emma under your wing. You are just the right person to shape her towards her right path." My boss compliments.
"You think?" I scrounge in thought. I really never thought about that.
"Yes! Emma is obviously a closed off person and she seems like to type to curiously drift off to the wrong side. With your firmness and smarts, I'm sure she'll be put on track." I hum at the nice sentiment and give my boss a genuine smile.
"I'll sure try." I chuckle, she laughs and looks back out to the field.
"I think the game is going to start. You do know we have reserved seats correct?" She asks. I furrow my eyebrows and look to the seat I was already in. A cute little family took it.
"Really?" I question in surprise and began to follow behind. Henry whimpers as he looks back over my shoulder to the concessions. "A little later buddy. The line is too long."
"Of course! There's always front row seats for us!" She beams. Henry seems to be happy about our new seats. We're close but not too close. We're in the second row with a perfect view.
"Look there's mommy!" Henry cheers and tugs on my shirt, earning a laugh from Superior and I. "HI MOMMY!"
Emma turns from her group huddle and waves at us. All three of us wave in return and wait patiently for the game to start. The two teams disperse and spreads out among the field. I begin to understand almost instantly. There's three people in the front, I'm assuming to cross to the other side and score points. Then theres the four people in the middle to prevent the ball from going any further but maybe they could play offense too and there's three people behind them to make sure the ball doesn't get to the goal if it comes to that point.
Anyways, Emma is smack dead in the middle row. I notice some other students that I teach. Like Mulan is on defense and Lily is in the front. The ref brings the ball and drops it in the white circle painted in the grass. He takes a step back and holds the whistle firmly between his lips. Everyone waits anxiously for him to blow it, but the players seem more focused on each other.
Lily is keeping a keen eye on the enemy that stands on the other side of that line, wanting to get to that ball as well. This sport reminds me of lion prides clashing, fighting for the one zebra that slithers between their claws. Some might argue that all sports are that way, but that's not true. Football reminds me of a viking war and cheerleading is just a circus act really.
The ref blew his whistle; Lily immediately sprung into action. She took one for the team and now the ball is in our hands. Our entire side cheers for our school along with Henry and Superior. I could never find myself voicing my opinion out of my inside voice unless I'm furious with someone.
My eyes then fixate towards a certain blonde. She waits in the middle of the field just in case the opposing team steals the ball and comes their way. And it happened. The skinny, long legged girl stole the ball from Ashley and ran full speed with her teammates keeping her protected. Emma sneaks around towards her; the crowd waits anxiously to see what the blonde is going to do.
As the girl tried to pass the ball to her teammate, Emma, intercepted to their very surprise. Henry screams as loud as he could along with the croud as we watch our star player run back to the other end of the field and pass the ball to her twin sister. Two people tried to block Lily at once, but Emma came to the rescue, allowing Lily to dodge the other girl.
The brunette took a leap of faith and attempted to kick the ball into the goal. Their goalie blocked it, but that was okay. The game had just begun.
As time progressed, I went to the concessions and and got Henry a snack and Emma a bottle of gatorade. I only gave it to her during break and she happily guzzled it down, showing the gratitude in those beautiful emerald orbs. I could tell she wanted to kiss me but I stepped back. For one, we are in public and two, she's all icky and sweaty. She knows damn well that I have a slight germ phobia and serious OCD. Although she has a big grin, I keep a straight face to keep our public relationship at a professional. One of which she did not take to heart at all.
I get back to Henry who is happily eating his hot dog and conversing with superior or should I say Norma. I could well admit that we have grown closer just by spectating this game together and she insisted me to call her by her actual name. I don't mind having a new friend and Norma is dorky yet smart, which is out of my comfort zone. I'm willing to be more diverse to become a better people person as opposed to how my mother raised me.
"And so ...Whale assumed that he was going to get a raise due to his success on high passing rates in his class." Blue chuckled.
"What? He does know it doesn't work that way right?" I laugh along with her and hold Henry closer to my chest.
"Apparently not...He is an odd man." She concludes. I nod my head stare off towards a blonde who's grinning at me but it could easily pass off as grinning towards our son. Boy do I want to fuck her right about now.
"Regina? Did you hear me?" Norma interrupts my corrupt thoughts instantly.
"N-no." I'm sorry. I give an awkward smile. She grins and brushes her shoulder against mine.
"I was just wondering how you think this sleepover idea will turn out?" She repeats thoroughly.
"I just hope that I don't receive a Migraine before it's over." I groan. Norma nods her head in agreement and sighs.
"Do we have enough adult volunteers? I'd get a kick out of seeing some parents embarrassing their kids." I give a hearty laugh after letting that thought sink into my mind.
"We have just enough." I confirm with a giddy smile.
"What about about the showers. I'm sure they would want to take some so we need eyes and set times." She suggests.
"I actually never thought about that. I mean we have the rest of the week right? Can you tell Aurora?"
"Of course." She smiles then looks down at Henry. "But...what about the teens who do have kids? I know Ashley has a daughter, what if they want to come and they don't have a babysitter?"
"Oh! I'm announcing that on Monday. My friend's mother loves children and she offered to take in any kids for a very low price." I reassure her.
"Splendid!" She clasped her hands together in excitement. "This shall be interesting!"
"Interesting it shall..." I agree