AN: So here is the epilogue! I hope that you like it. I wish I could just continue this story forever because there is so much that could happen between our girls, but I think it's best not to drag it out. Let me know if there is anything I can write for you guys. This is kind of short, and skips around a lot so stick with me, I just wanted to let you know how everything worked out for them.
Epilogue (Emma's POV)
It had been exactly five years since I had met Regina. Five years since I had stared into the whiskey eyes for the first time, not knowing that I would be looking into them forever. I had set out those five years ago planning on doing it all on my own, as it turns out I didn't have to. I had experienced more with Regina in those five years than I had ever expected to. We had spent our first year together alone on the farm, not needing anyone else. Then on our first anniversary she had flown us to Maine where we spent the whole week in the one bedroom cabin (mostly in the one bedroom). After that we had attended her sister's wedding, and decided to have one of our own.
We've been married for three years, and to say that they have been the best of my life would be an understatement. I had always thought of marriage as just a slip of paper to legally let the state know that two people were in love; once I had married Regina though, I knew I had been wrong. I was hers, in a way that no one would take from me, I was connected to her in every single way possible, I was her wife and she was mine.
It was about a month after we got married that Regina approached me with the idea of children. I have to admit that I didn't take too quickly to the idea. I mean I wasn't even legally allowed to drink yet and she was wanting kids. I should have known really, she was already passed the aged that most women are when they become mothers, but I wasn't sure I was ready. I refused for months and it was in the hardest part of winter when I came to a crashing realization that I wanted it just as badly as she did.
Regina had come down with an awful cold, like a cold to end all colds. She had never been sick in the time I had been with her, and I had no idea how to handle her. She was pouty and whiny and she refused to take any sort of medicine to help. So I had to be the bad guy that forced cough medicine down her throat and practically threw her into luke warm showers to keep her fever down. She was not happy with me. It was during one of her many tantrums that it hit me how much I wanted to have a baby with her.
"You are such a kid!" I exclaimed as she sealed her lips inbetween her teeth and shook her head fervently at my demands that she take her medicine.
She raised an arched eyebrow at me and I put my hand on my hip. "Regina Swan-Mills, you will open your mouth or I will find a way to do it myself."
Another head shake was the only reply I had received. I groaned, "baby, please. I know it tastes bad, but the sooner that you get better the sooner you can stop taking it." I pleaded with her, holding the cup with the thick liquid out to her. She looked up at me, her eyes red rimmed and wet and I knew she was about to cry. My heart clenched at the thought and suddenly I could picture a kid with Regina's eyes staring up at me, begging me not to make them take their medicine. I wanted that, I wanted to have a baby with her and the thought threw me through a loop.
"I want a baby with you," I whispered immediately as the realization hit me.
"What?" She said, all but forgetting about keeping her mouth closed.
I remembered my initial goal and poured the medicine down her throat before sitting down and taking her hand.
"That was not okay, how dare you trick me into taking my medicine with something so serious?" She scolded me, a disgusted look on her face.
"I want to have a baby with you," I said again, ignoring her completely.
She looked shocked, and then a smile came across her face. A small watery eyed smile that I just wanted to kiss forever. "Really?" She asked quietly.
"Yes really, I want a baby with you." I laughed with glee as I finally stopped fighting what I had truly wanted all along.
She moved in to kiss me and the thought that she was sick never crossed my mind as I kissed her back. We were going to have a baby! I remained excited even when the next week she was doctoring me through the same cold.
Regina tried for a few months unsuccesfully to get pregnant, and after our second miscarraige we were informed that she was unable to carry to term and that it would be best to search out other options. We were heartbroken of course, there had never been any other plan except for Regina to carry, it was just how it was supposed to be. Only it wasn't. I volunteered instantly to be the one to carry and I was sure Regina had never loved me more. The process was started right away and we even managed to find a sperm donor that looked quite a bit like Regina. Everything was working out fine, even if it wasn't how we had planned it.
Pregnancy sucked, like I hated it, a lot. Regina was there though, so patient and understanding, never ceasing in her care for me. Even my mood swings didn't scare her away, which is remarkable because I was a bitch. I was tired, and nauseous, and hungry, really hungry. I was amazed though, everytime I felt a kick or a hiccup I was reminded that I was miserable because I was bringing the most important person into the world.
Our son was born in March, three days overdue. Regina joked that he was already as stubborn as me. I insisted we name him Henry and Regina cried, I cried when she placed him into my arms, and then he cried for the next two months. The kid had a set of lungs that was for sure, and Regina and I were at out wits end when one day he just stopped. It terrified us at first, thinking that he might have been sick or something. It sounds crazy right? A kid stops crying and we think he's sick. Turns out he just wanted to be quiet, probably sick of hearing himself cry, and we were so happy about it. That was just over a year ago and he hadn't cried much since.
I can't help but to smile like a fool now, standing in the barn door watching my wife and son atop an aging Rocinante. Henry has a smile on his face that reminds me exactly of Regina, and I wonder if he picked it up by watching her. His mop of brown hair is falling into his eyes and he's giving little giggles as Ro trots around the field. Regina is setting behind him, an arm wrapped protectively around his waist and some giggles slipping out of her own mouth.
She looks more free on this day than she ever has and I know that I will try my best to keep her this happy. I turn to brush down Alberto, and I smile at them as they ride into the barn and into the stall beside me.
"Brusss," Henry babbles out from his place on Regina's hip.
"Yes a brush," Regina coos back at him, smoothing his hair out of is face.
"How was your ride kid?" I ask softly, moving to take him into my arms. He places a hand on my mouth and tugs at my lip.
Regina gives a laugh and takes his hand away to press a quick kiss to my lips. My body reacts to her quickly, even after five years with her and a shiver runs down my spine. Henry quickly leans in too, and gives a sloppy kiss to my cheek, leaving a smear of slobber in his wake.
"The ride was good, Henry enjoys himself more everytime." Regina states as she begins to unsaddle Ro.
"I know, he's gonna be a rodeo star someday." I state proudly, bouncing him as I walked around the barn.
"Hmmm maybe, he does seem to enjoy books a lot for a child so young though. So who knows, maybe we have ourselves an author." She grins at me from over Ro's back.
"He can do both, the best writer/cowboy around." I shout excitedly as I toss him a few inched above my head.
He cackles and braces himself for it to happen again, only to give a whine when I keep him on my hip. "He can be wherever he wants to be." She says as she moves to wrap an arm around my shoulder. "Now, let's go find something to eat."
I set at the table with Henry on my lap as Regina moves around the kitchen. Five years and she still refuses to let me help with dinner. Not that I mind, I really am a terrible cook. Henry slides off my knee and stumbles towards the bookshelf, Regina was right this kid is crazy about books. He grabs a small one and slowly makes his way back over to me. I take the book and give a laugh, it was his favorite and for some reason Regina can't stand it. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I read it aloud to him and can practically hear Regina's eyes rolling.
"I'm sure there is more to the story than the queen being upset because Snow White is pretty. She is probably a sneaking little snitch or something." She had informed me once when I asked her why she hated the book so much.
I laugh again as I closed the book only to have Henry open it again, ready for another read through. "Oh no, it's time to eat. The book goes away." Regina orders and I smile up at her teasingly while instructing the kid to put the book back where he found it.
Dinner time is a blast as it always is with a one year old and afterwards bath time is even more fun. Thankfully though my wife is the best mother ever and Henry is always asleep by seven o'clock.
"So now that the kid is asleep, how about we go to our room and not sleep," I whisper into her ear as she is putting away dishes. She leans back and moans quietly as I nip the skin at her neck.
I had a lot of trouble getting back in the mood for sex after I had Henry, but now that I was ready again, it seemed like I couldn't get enough of my sexy wife.
"Let me finish down here, you go upstairs." She suggests and places a slow kiss on my lips. I nod and nearly run up the stairs. "Don't start with out me Emma!" She orders and I chuckle.
When she finally makes it into the room I notcie the tension in her neck immediately. "Baby, are you okay?" I question.
"I'm fine, I just hurt my back reaching up to put the glasses away." She informs and I grin at her.
"Come here," I command, opening my legs for her to lay in between them. I start with soft circles to the muscles in her neck and work my way down her back. She loves when I massage her, and I know that it will work out in my favor in the end. "So you threw out your back, again." I tease quietly, loving to get a rise out of her because of her age.
"Shut up," She snapps quickly.
"And oh my, is that a grey hair I see?" I tease some more.
"NO!" She gasps, and is up and at the mirror in no time.
"I was joking," I laugh loudly.
"There's really one there Emma, there is a grey hair on my head." She is nearly crying and I try my best not to laugh.
"I guess it's time to get the rocking chairs ready on the back porch huh?" I tease her somemore.
"This isn't funny. You are so young and I am so old and before long you're going to realize that you're," She is is histarics now, and I place my hand over her mouth to stop her.
"I'm going to realize exactly what I realized today, and yesterday, and everyday before that." I tell her and she shoots my an inquiring look. "I'm going to realize that I will love you forever, and nothing, not even a whole head of grey hairs could make me change my mind." I promise her with a smile.
"I love you," she whimpers as she burries her head into my chest.
"I love you too." I say, smiling at our reflection in the mirror. "I love you," I whisper again.
Forever.
THE END
AN: Gahh, I am such a fucking sap! I hope you liked it. I love you all!