Sorry for the lack of updates yesterday folks!

Let's see what Regina and Emma are up in this chapter shall we?

Christmas Storm

Summary: The weather might be shit, but Regina's not going to spend the holidays without her family.

World: No magic AU.

Regina huffed, half a mind to throw her cellphone across the hotel room. But then again, it wasn't her cellphone that was truly upset with, but rather the lack of proper service that was preventing her from communicating with her family. "No service? That's bullshit."

She hated having to be here, attend events with other politicians like this holiday party with other mayors around the state. She could care less about the elitist gatherings, but if she wanted to remain on everyone's good terms, the mayor of Storybrooke had to smile politely and shake hands with the other guests in the dreadful banquet that had been held earlier in the evening. It was supposed to be like a getaway, spend the holidays far away from responsibilities in a tourist city like Boston in this year's case, but it wasn't fun by herself. She would love to have Emma with her as like in other years, but her wife was taking care of their young son.

"I should've left earlier," Regina grumbled. She now cursed that Sidney Glass had accosted her and insisted in talking to her. The insipid mayor of some backwater town that she couldn't be bothered to remember the name of was quite an annoying pest, and if he hadn't been with Albert Spencer, she might have told him to scram. But she made small talk and was flashing fake smiles all around until she managed to leave. Now it was late and the streets were covered in snow, a storm threatening to arrive anytime soon, and she couldn't even reach her family.

As she paced the room, she glanced at her phone. Two bars, perfect. She quickly pressed the call button, and sighed as she heard the phone ring.

"Hey Regina, how was the party?" Emma greeted, and Regina would've smiled at hearing her wife's voice, if it wasn't for the missing gaps in the sound, wherein Emma's greeting came out garbled and broken.

Regina frowned and responded, "I can barely hear you Emma."

She could've sworn she heard Henry babbling in the background, but then her phone beeped, signifying the connection was lost. With a growl, her hand shook in anger, and she looked out the window. This wouldn't do.

Quickly making her way to her suitcase, she packed everything up. She was not going to wait. She was going home right now, and she'll be damned if she lets a winter storm keep her from her wife and son.

When she reached the lobby, the overnight desk clerk looked at her as if she were walking around completely naked. "Ma'am? Where are you going?"

"Home," she grumbled, handing the room key back. "Merry Christmas."

"You can't go out there!" he spluttered. "It's snowing! There's a storm!"

Regina sighed and rolled her eyes. "I can see that."

"It's dangerous!" the man insisted, looking like he was ready to vault over the counter and bar her from crossing the threshold and go outside.

Giving him a scathing glare, she said, "I don't care. My family is two states away and I'll be damned if I miss one minute of my son's first Christmas, am I clear?"

"Crystal," he stuttered.

Satisfied, she headed outside and sighed, trying to find her car. In the hour she had been inside, her car was now camouflaged with all the other vehicles in the parking lot. Her heels sunk into the already thick layer of snow on the ground, and she cursed her choice of footwear. Impractical, is what Emma would dub it. And she would be right.

Not that Regina would admit it.

Finally, she found her Benz, thankfully locating it via finding the lamp post with the chipped paint. She popped the trunk and placed her luggage inside, and cleared the snow from the windows with the snow brush. Then finally, she was in her car, and she cranked up the heat when the engine roared to life.

She had to rev the car a bit in order to get out of the parking space, but in five minutes, she was out of the hotel property and heading to the interstate. Thankfully the Boston snow crew was quick to clear the roads, probably because it was near the airport, and she took advantage and got onto the highway that would take her right to Maine.

Unfortunately, her luck ran out as she reached the state limit. She made a mental note to talk to some of the people she knew in New Hampshire and get them to pick up the slack with the unclean roads. She felt her car veer a few times, and she briefly considered just finding a motel and trying in the morning. But then she thought about Henry. He had been looking forward to Christmas, and it was his first one. She'd be damned if she missed even a second more.

Thankfully, she seemed to be the only one insane enough to be driving at 11pm on Christmas Eve, so the roads were clear. Reaching Maine, the snow was worse, and she cursed. On the bright side, at least Henry's Christmas would be a white one.

When she saw the Storybrooke sign, she sighed; just a little bit farther, and home would be in her sights. Unfortunately, Leroy clearly couldn't be bothered to salt the roads in preparation for the well-announced winter storm, and she added him to the list of people she would be having some words with.

Main Street was a disaster. Surely if anyone would look at the tire tracks she was making, they'd think her beyond drunk. But still pure determination made her furrow her brow and continue. Finally, her wheels made contact with her driveway, and she sighed, hitting the fob button to open the garage. She parked the car inside, beside Emma's questionably still alive yellow bug. As she closed the garage door and shut the engine off, Emma wrenched the door to the house open, and blinked.

"How in the world-?" Emma shook her head as if that would clear it. "Am I hallucinating or did you learn to apparate?"

Regina laughed and just got out of the car, grabbed her luggage, and climbed the small wooden steps to meet her wife and give her a kiss. "Neither. I just braved the winter roads."

"Are you insane? Why would you do that?! You could've been seriously hurt! Not to mention it's extremely dangerous!" Considering Emma was the more reckless of the two of them, Regina had to smile at the concern.

"Oh relax, I'm fine aren't I? Besides, I wouldn't miss Henry's first Christmas for anything in the world. Not even a storm could keep me away."

Emma rolled her eyes but smiled. "You are the sappiest person ever. Now come on crazy lady, our son fell asleep on the couch waiting for Santa, and I can't eat all the cookies by myself."

I think I won't be able to finish the other 3 by today, so hopefully no one minds to read a bit more holiday themed drabbles past Christmas!

Next up, some more antics in the snow!