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Emma made the long drive up to Storybrooke two days before Christmas Eve with Ruby and Granny following close behind in Ruby's car. It had taken them close to ten hours to drive to Storybrooke, the roads a mess as a small storm hit the state of Maine hours before they got there.
At least they had gotten there in one piece and since her phone had died and as usual she had forgotten her car charger, Regina was distraught with worry the moment she opened the door before Emma could knock on the front door of 108 Mifflin Street at eleven-thirty at night. Regina barely let her sleep that night, hours upon hours of making love quietly and slowly kept them both awake.
They spent the first full day in Storybrooke as a family, Granny more eager to visit old friends and take in the sights of the town she'd left her heart behind in. It was a perfect day and even with the chill in the air and the snow that clung to the ground, it was just perfect and Emma couldn't remember a time when she'd been so happy and the feeling of home was so strong, more than it ever had been before.
Waking up in Regina's arms the next morning was one of the best feelings in the world. She woke with a smile on her face as the warm morning sunlight poked through the partially closed drapes. Unlike the first night, they had slept in pajama's, changing into them shortly after they'd made love for well over an hour, neither of them barely able to get under the covers before they were fast asleep.
"Morning, love."
"Morning," Emma smiled as she turned in Regina's arms. "It's Christmas Eve."
"That it is, darling."
Regina was well aware of the Christmas Eve tradition that Emma and Henry had with Granny and Ruby and she wanted for them to follow through on it even though they were in Regina's home. Emma couldn't wait for breakfast, for the pancakes and eggs and sausages and bacon Granny would cook up for all of them and they'd stuff their faces until their bellies were full and they could barely move a muscle. Before Granny had taken her in, she never had any traditions when it came to holidays and especially Christmas had been a particularly depressing one for her.
It was something she didn't like to talk about, but Regina knew, Regina knew just about everything about her now after all the hours they'd talked, revealing secrets to one another nobody else even knew. She had feared at first that Regina would feel differently once she knew what her childhood had been like, but all Regina had done that night she told her everything, was hold her and promised her that she'd never go a day without being loved fully and completely ever again.
And she had no doubt about it because she felt it every day, whether she was with Regina or not.
They shared a slow yet passionate good morning kiss before they slipped out of bed. Silently they made the bed together before Regina disappeared inside the en suite to shower while Emma slipped out of the bedroom and down the hall to the room that Henry was staying in so she could wake him.
"Henry?" Emma said quietly as she knocked on the door before opening it. "Hey, kid, time to get up," she urged as she sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed her hand over his messy brown hair.
"Do I have to?"
"Yeah, you do."
"But it's early!" Henry whined as he pulled the pillow over his head.
Emma sighed as she nudged at him again and pulled the pillow away from his head. "I am not gonna ask you again. Get up, kid. We're guests, okay, and it's kind of rude to sleep in too late in someone else's house."
"It's just Regina," Henry mumbled. "I don't think she'd care if I slept in!"
"Well, I care so get your butt outta bed and get dressed. Final warning."
"Fine," Henry snapped and Emma slipped off the bed as he sat up. She rubbed at her throbbing temples, knowing that Henry's mood that morning wasn't going to be a very pleasant one.
Emma left him alone to get dressed and she padded her way back to the master bedroom, closing the door behind her quietly as she heard the water turn off in the shower. She stripped out of her pajama's as she walked towards the en suite, smiling at Regina as they passed each other. As tempting as it was to grab Regina and pull her into the shower with her, there was no way they'd be able to keep quiet enough, not when everyone else was already awake.
After a quick shower, Emma emerged from the en suite to an empty room and she rifled through the drawer that Regina had cleared out for her for the next two weeks she'd be staying there with her and opted on a comfortable pair of tight jeans and a loose grey sweater, skipping the bra since she knew none of them would be leaving the house at all that day, as per their tradition as a family.
One that now included Regina and she only hoped she'd enjoy spending the day with her family as much as she wanted her to. She skipped the socks and headed down the winding staircase, following the sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen and the smell of freshly brewed coffee luring her that way.
The sight that greeted her in the kitchen was one that made her heart skip a few beats. Granny was at the counter, preparing the food while Regina and Henry sat at the island countertop, Henry discussing comic books with her while Ruby looked on in between helping Granny and drinking her coffee.
But it wasn't just seeing her family together in Regina's kitchen, it was the fact that Regina was wearing jeans and a very similar sweatshirt as the one she wore. The jeans were skin tight and much like the ones Emma wore on a regular basis and god, she wished for one second that her family wasn't in there because all she wanted to do was run her hands over Regina's tight ass in those jeans.
"Morning, Em," Ruby grinned as she handed Emma a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, morning," she mumbled as she watched Regina slide off the stool and walk over to retrieve a bowl out of the cupboard when Granny asked her to. When Ruby nudged at her, she snapped her head to look over at her best friend. "What?"
"I've never seen her wear jeans."
"Neither have I," Emma replied in an equally hushed whisper. "Are you—" Emma stepped back with an amused smile curling over her lips. "Are you checking her out, Ruby Lucas?"
Ruby leaned into Emma with a playful yet salacious smile. "It's not my fault your girlfriend is smoking hot, Em!"
Emma mouthed "stop" at her as not only Regina's attention fell upon them, but Henry's did as well. But it was Granny who gave the two of them a look before she reached over to slap them both on the upside of their heads, scoffing as she gave them another look before turning her attention back to preparing breakfast.
Henry's attention was no longer on them, his attention focused on the comic books he has open in front of him, and Emma didn't miss the way that Regina had an eyebrow raised at her as she stared right at her for a moment before walking up to her, stopping just a foot in front of her and Ruby.
"You know, I can hear you both," Regina said, her voice dangerous and yet soft as she spoke and Emma swallowed thickly, trying to gauge her thoughts. "Although," she said as she leaned in to Emma, her lips just barely brushing over the shell of her ear, "I would prefer it that only you appreciate the view of my ass in these jeans, darling."
"Who said we were—"
"I not only have ears," Regina chuckled, leaning back as she looked over at Ruby for a brief second, "I also have eyes and I know that your eyes have been—"
"Child in the room!" Granny barked, but there was no malice in her voice and she continued whipping up the pancake batter without batting an eyelash. "Don't make me smack you too, Regina. You may be the Mayor of my beloved hometown, but that doesn't mean I won't smack you on the upside of your head for being so inappropriate in front of the boy."
"Yes, ma'am," Regina said quietly and Emma nudged Ruby hard in the side when she started to giggle. "Emma? Can you help me set the table?"
Regina's tone was even and yet even Emma knew that it was a tone not to mess with. Nodding, she left her coffee on the counter and upon Regina's instructions, she carried the plates and silverware out to the dining room. She placed them down on the table and found herself being spun around by strong, determined hands and her lips being captured by strong, needy lips. She used the moment of opportunity to slide her hand over Regina's jean-clad ass, pulling her flush against her as Regina moaned quietly into her mouth.
Regina quickly backed her up against the wall, completely out of sight from the others in the kitchen and she just devoured Emma's lips and tongue with her own, neither letting up until Emma's lungs were burning and she broke away, gasping as she kept her hands firmly on Regina's ass.
"Regina…fuck," Emma whispered against her lips as her eyes flicked over at the table and the memories of that night in August came flooding back to her mind. "God, do you remember—"
"Yes."
"Fuck."
"We did, dear. Hard."
Emma kissed her hard and deep, unable to control her libido despite the fact that they were very much not alone in the house and that there was every possibility that one of them—god forbid it was Henry—would catch them making out in the dining room with Emma's hands firmly grasping at Regina's jean-clad behind.
But as those memories of that night came flooding back like they'd just happened yesterday, Emma really didn't care otherwise…
Emma smiled at Regina in the dim light of the dining room, the only sound was the sound of forks scraping as they ate in comfortable silence. Like most of the past Saturday nights they'd spent together since falling back into an established relationship, Regina had cooked her dinner and it was something she hadn't had in as many years as they had been apart. Of course, nobody else in the world could cook chicken tetrazzini the way that Regina could, so she knew that was one of many reason why she hadn't had that particular dish in over a decade.
"That was so good," Emma moaned as she pushed her plate forward a little on the table, literally unable to take another bite because she was so full. "So fucking good."
Regina hummed, satisfied that Emma had enjoyed the meal and she had her eyes locked with Emma's as she sipped from her glass of wine. She said nothing as she placed her glass on the table in front of her and gently dabbed at her lips with the cloth napkin.
"Seriously, where did you learn to cook like this?"
"While I was at school in New York," she replied. "I took cooking classes on the side during my first year and then just…experimented afterwards."
"Well, it was so good. You're good at this, Regina."
"Thank you, darling."
"You know, if the mayor gig doesn't work out, you should totally open your own restaurant."
"Hmm?" Regina raised an eyebrow and Emma just shrugged. She was feeling almost as if she was high on the sated feeling Regina's cooking had given her. "Is that so?"
"Sure."
Regina leaned over the short distance between them and planted a soft yet firm kiss on Emma's lips. "Thank you. It means a lot that you enjoy my cooking."
"I enjoy a lot more than your cooking."
"Is that so?"
Regina had an eyebrow raised as if challenging her and Emma suddenly forgot how full she was as she reached out, her hand sliding along the back of Regina's neck as she pulled her in for another kiss, one that was deeper and harder than the last. Slowly they both moved from their chairs, the kiss growing harder and deeper and more frantic by the second.
They moaned as Emma's hands slid under the summery dress Regina was wearing, her fingers gripping at the underside of her thighs hard. In a move that surprised her, Regina leaned back against the table and with one swift movement, the dishes, the glasses and the leftover food went flying off of the table as she leaned back, her fingers gripping at Emma's neck as she pulled her in impossibly close.
Emma's hands slipped more under her dress, raising it to her hips before lifting her up onto the edge of the table. Regina leaned back, breaking away from her lips, lifting her arms to allow Emma to swiftly remove her tight dress. As soon as the dress joined the broken dishes on the floor, Emma's lips were wrapped firmly around a dark and hard nipple, her fingers grasping at Regina's hips as she leaned in to her.
Regina's hands dipped under the edge of her plain white t-shirt, taking her bra with it as she slipped it over her head and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Emma's own fingers worked at the button of her jeans shorts, shimmying out of them and her damp panties before moving to crawl on top of the table with Regina.
The thrill of the moment had overtaken them completely and add to the fact they'd both had a bit too much to drink before and during dinner, but Emma was far from thinking of the broken dishes and leftover food on the floor as her lips trailed over Regina's neck, sucking hard at her pulse point, marking her just a little before her lips continued on a delicious descent down her body.
Regina moved backwards, more to the center of the long and narrow table as Emma's lips continued on their descent down her body. She knew Regina had dessert waiting and that the apple crumble pie was cooling on the kitchen counter, but right now she wanted Regina for dessert and that was exactly what she was going to have.
Emma licked over the apex of her thighs, licking over the thin cotton thong that barely covered her. The damp that gathered in the middle, Emma sucked over it fully, drinking her in even through the cotton that acted as an unnecessary barrier between them.
"Emma…god!" Regina moaned, her back arching off the table, her hands burying into Emma's hair as she pulled her more fully against her.
She smirked before she sucked over her again and found her clit easily and wrapped her lips around it through the material of the thong, the friction of the wet material unbearable for Regina, but pleasurable at the same time. Regina grasped at her head and shoulders desperately and Emma gave in, pulling aside the thong to lave her tongue along her wet slit. Regina was wet, she was really wet and Emma just couldn't get enough of her. She pulled back, pulling at her thong and sliding it down her tanned, smooth legs before spreading her wide and diving, quite literally, right in.
She looked up Regina's body, watching as one hand gripped the edge of the table and the other was buried inside of her hair, her back arching as Emma's tongue teased over her throbbing clit. She knew it wouldn't take much for Regina to come undone, she was already so close and Emma inhaled deeply, inhaling the scent of her, moaning as she thrust her tongue inside her clenching hole.
"Emma, fuck," Regina gasped loudly, her hips shaking as her legs nearly wrapped around Emma's head. "Fuck," she moaned and Emma didn't let up, her tongue relentlessly fucking her hole, wanting nothing more than to hear Regina say "fuck" one more time.
It wasn't often that she said it, but when she did, it was so hot and every time it nearly made Emma cum without even being touched.
"Fuck!"
Emma clenched her eyes shut tight, feeling her own orgasm ripple through her body. She moved to nip at Regina's inner thigh, sinking two fingers inside of her as Regina's body twitched, her hips rolling against her hand as she rode her orgasm out. Emma crawled up her body, stilling her fingers as the dipped her head down to kiss Regina hard and deep.
"I love it when you say fuck," Emma groaned as Regina's fingers slipped over her suddenly, fingers that didn't tease, instead two fingers slipped effortlessly inside her cunt and Regina gripped at the back of Emma's neck with her other hand.
"Fuck me, Emma" Regina purred, a dangerously sexy glint in her brown eyes that set something wild off inside of Emma.
She didn't hold back, pounding her fingers inside of Regina hard and fast and deep. Regina reciprocated just as eagerly, filling Emma's pussy with a third finger before pulling her down, their lips crashing in a wanton, hungry kiss. Emma was feeling full and stretched and there was pain mixed with pleasure in a way she knew she wasn't going to be able to walk right later. She just couldn't get enough of that feeling. Or of Regina.
When they came together, it was explosive and Emma gently removed her fingers, her palm sliding over Regina's twitching hips as she hooked her leg around her. Regina's hand mirrored her own and their hungry kiss became soft and slow until Emma laughed quietly, effectively breaking them apart.
"Did that really happen?"
"Of course it did or else we would be wondering why we are naked on my dining room table," Regina chuckled throatily. "You are wonderful."
"Wonderful?"
"Amazing," Regina said, kissing her quickly. "Beautiful." Another kiss. "Sexy," she chuckled as she kissed her again and grasped her ass with one hand, pulling her hard against the thigh she had between her legs. "And completely insatiable."
"So are you," Emma grinned and the moment shifted into something sweeter, like they just hadn't fucked hard on the dining room table. "Uh, Regina?"
"Hmm?"
"You just like…" Emma trailed off as they both moved to sit up on the table together.
"Oh my," Regina said with wide eyes before they looked at each other and started laughing. "I suppose we should…clean that up, hmm?"
"Yeah…"
"Emma…"
"What?" Emma whispered as she moved swiftly, capturing her lips with her own, torn between wanting to take her on the table again or taking things upstairs. She didn't even need to be looking at Regina, she just knew she rolled her eyes at her before pushing her away. "Come on, Regina!"
Emma groaned as she watched Regina saunter out of the dining room, an extra sway in her hips because Emma knew that she knew how much she loved the view of her ass, especially when she was naked. She hopped off of the table, careful not to walk over the mess on the floor and followed Regina into the kitchen, one thing on her mind and one thing only.
The mess could wait because she wasn't finished having Regina for dessert quite yet.
Emma laughed as they talked about that little, and very vivid memory of that night. She couldn't quite look at the table the same way, the table they should be setting instead of making out and reminiscing about their sex life.
"You never quite took me like that before that night," Regina whispered, her body pressed up against Emma's tightly.
"You loved it."
"I did," she grinned salaciously and she moved to kiss Emma again. "Very much so that I'm suddenly wishing we were alone so we could do it again only I'd be the one taking you first, eating you as you lay spread out on the table like a feast of my very own."
"Regina…"
Emma's body flushed with arousal and she was finding it impossibly hard to keep herself from moaning just thinking about Regina throwing her down on the table and licking her into oblivion. Regina kissed her hard, tongues swirling and dancing together as Emma gripped on to her jean-clad ass harder, eliciting a soft moan from Regina and once from herself as Regina managed to slip a hand between their bodies and cupped her hard. She felt the jolt of arousal shoot through her body all at once from the possessive way that she grabbed her.
Neither seemed to hear the footfalls approaching the dining room, not until a throat was cleared and Emma pulled back from Regina's lips, the back of her head thumping loudly against the wall as Ruby stood there with wide eyes at what she had just walked in on.
"Seriously, you are so lucky Henry didn't walk in here first," Ruby said in a hushed whisper, indicating to where their hands still were. They pulled apart quickly and Ruby laughed loudly. "Regina, seriously, next time you're going to wear jeans you might want to give some kind of a warning."
"A warning?" Regina asked, her eyebrows quirked in confusion. "Why would I need to give a warning?"
"Ruby…" Emma groaned as she closed her eyes and rolled her head back, it thumping against the wall for a second time.
"You are really sexy, Regina, but of course you know that," Ruby said like it was something she told Regina every day and Emma groaned again as she watched Ruby start to set the table. "But your ass is seriously fine in those jeans that you have me questioning my sexuality right now."
"May I remind you, dear," Regina said in a tone that had Emma's whole body responding in an instant and there was no doubt that Ruby felt it too. "You and my best friend Kathryn nearly had sex at David's wedding. If you hadn't walked in on Emma and I, your sexuality would most likely not be questionable."
"Regina!" Ruby's eyes went wide. "Say it louder so Granny and Henry can hear you and find out that I nearly had sex with a woman at the wedding!"
Emma knew that Ruby was on the verge of completely freaking out and even though she knew that Regina hadn't spoken loud enough for Granny or Henry to hear, she wasn't going to let Ruby live it down, not after the comment Ruby dished out about her ass. Emma stepped towards her, shaking her head as Regina had a dangerously sexy look in her eyes, the challenging one as she stared Ruby down.
Ruby stood there, stock still, holding on to a plate and completely slack jawed at the way Regina was staring at her. Even Emma felt the ripple of arousal flutter through her body at the way Regina lasciviously licked over her lips as she ran her hands over her hips and eyed Ruby up and down.
"Do you want me to leave you two alone?" Emma asked teasingly.
"Would you, darling?"
"Are you two serious right now!" Ruby squeaked. "Em, I don't—I mean, she's sexy and everything but I—"
"Perhaps you can distract Granny and Henry, take them upstairs for oh, an hour—"
"Only an hour?" Emma chuckled, loving the way her best friend stood there completely speechless, her eyes bugging out of her head. "How about two?"
"Or perhaps we could call Kathryn over because I'm sure she's just dying to continue where they left off at the wedding," Regina teased and she winked at Ruby. "What do you want, dear? Me or Kathryn."
"You can't be fucking serious right now, I don't—"
Granny chose that very moment to walk in—storm in—to the dining room and smacked Ruby on the back of the head. "Girl, if I have to remind you one more time about the language you use around the boy, I will do a lot worse than smack you on the upside of your head again!"
"You are so bad," Emma whispered to Regina. "So bad."
"You love that about me, darling."
"Oh yeah, you know I—hey!" Emma gasped as Granny smacked her on the back of the head suddenly. "What was that for?"
"You two need to tone it down," Granny said evenly. "I swear you two are like dogs in heat whenever you're around each other. Do I need to spray you two with a spray bottle every time you are in the same room as the boy? Hmm?"
"Henry isn't—" Emma stopped, frowning as Henry peaked around the corner with wide eyes. "Oh."
Emma's face burned as she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. At least they were upholding part of their tradition, with Granny smacking them if they started acting inappropriately in front of Henry, whether it be by accident or because they had one too many mimosa's at breakfast.
From the obviously traumatized look on Henry's face, she knew he'd heard a lot more than just Ruby swearing and her cheeks burned in embarrassment as Regina reached for her hand and led her to the table while Granny and Ruby brought out the feast she had prepared for them.
They ate in silence, mostly because Ruby was still shocked at the way Regina had teased her, mostly because Emma was embarrassed, mostly because Henry couldn't even look up from his plate at anyone, and mostly because Granny was fuming mad. Regina was the only one at the table with a smile on her face as she ate quietly, her eyes turning to look over at Emma every couple of bites and Emma, even though she was still embarrassed and her cheeks were still burning, she smiled right back.
By the time they all ate far too much food and cleared away the table, Emma found herself in the kitchen helping Granny clean up while Regina, Ruby, and Henry retreated to the den to watch TV.
"Granny, look—"
"No need," Granny cut her off as she filled up the sink with warm, soapy water. "It's not me you oughta be apologizing to, girl. Henry told me how uncomfortable it makes him when he sees you two all lovey-dovey. He asked me to talk to you about it, so you two need to tone it down when he's around, all right?"
"I know, and we do try to. If I want to kiss her, I'll kiss her. He'll have to get over it."
"He will, but you oughta watch yourselves, yeah?" Granny said with a curt nod as she turned off the water and started piling the dishes into the sink. "While we're talking about you and your lady, when are you gonna ask her?"
"Ask her what?"
"To marry you, silly girl," Granny said pointedly and Emma stammered as she clenched on to the dish towel tightly. "Come on, girl, even I know you two are destined to get married, sooner rather than later, so…" Granny trailed off, rinsing a plate off before handing it to Emma to dry. "When are you going to ask her."
"We've only been together for like six months, I don't think that—"
"You two waited long enough to kiss and make up, six months ain't nothing but a number when it comes to marrying your true love," she said and she shook her head at Emma. "Are you waiting for her to ask you?"
"I-I don't know," Emma shrugged. "I mean, I've thought about it but I'm just—it's too soon, I think."
"That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard," Granny said quietly but sternly. "You listen to me, Emma Swan, I may not have raised you, but I took you in and you became family. I know you don't love easily and I know you've made some stupid mistakes in your life, but I'll be damned if I let you make another mistake with that woman of yours."
"Granny, I love her, I do, and I want a life with her one day, but right now, what we have is—"
"Not enough."
"No, it's not."
"Then grow a pair, Emma Swan, and ask the love of your life to marry you. I've seen the way she looks at you and there is no possible way that she is going to say no."
Emma sighed and she knew there was no way she was getting out of this conversation with Granny without telling her what she wanted to hear. She loved this woman, the woman who took her in when she had no where else to go and showed her what it was like to be a part of a family that loved her and wanted her. Granny only wanted what was best for her and even when she told her that she was pregnant, Granny stood by her side all the way, never lectured her for being young and stupid enough to get pregnant, never once put her down, nor did she even question why she wanted to keep the baby after everything that had happened.
Granny Lucas always knew what was best for her, she knew that a long time ago, and she knew that Granny just wanted her to be happy, to find and be in love, to one day marry Regina and truly start a life with her and find their happy ending together.
"If it's an issue about a ring, girl, or money, I could help you," Granny said after they'd washed and dried a few more dishes. "Is that what's holding you back?"
"No, it's not about a ring, Granny."
"What is it?"
Emma sucked in a deep breath. This was something she never talked about before, not even with Ruby. "What if I'm not cut out for that kind of commitment? I can't provide for her, not when I can barely provide for me and Henry. What if I don't deserve her? What if I am truly just not good enough for her to spend the rest of our lives together?" She said shakily and Granny wiped off her hands on the apron she wore.
"You listen to me, Emma Swan," Granny said as she placed her hands on Emma's shoulders. "You are good enough, far more than good enough for Regina. You do deserve her, you both deserve each other because god knows who else can stand either of you long enough to make it this far," Granny said with a wink and it made Emma laugh quietly. "It's not about being able to provide for her, because you two will be in this together and it's not about who brings home the bacon, girl, it's about loving one another, supporting each other, just being together and happy."
Emma knew that Granny was right. She was always right. She had to try and shake the ridiculous thoughts of commitment issues and everything else that came with it. Even though she could see herself with Regina, a future with her, those thoughts had always been lingering whether she ignored them or not. She was scared because she had never been in a relationship quite like this before and she was scared because she wasn't sure if she would feel the need to run if it felt like she was suffocating and the walls were closing in. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Regina. She wanted to be sure, if and when she asked her.
Granny hugged her tightly, the two of them resuming the dishes in silence, Emma's thoughts invading her mind and growing louder with every passing second.
Thoughts of how ridiculous it was for her to be scared of that level of commitment with Regina because she knew, she just knew that it would work out and that they would be happy and in love and the only thing that would change would be the fact that they were legally bound to one another. That, and Emma knew she and Henry would likely relocate to Storybrooke and start a whole new chapter of their lives in the town they'd fallen in love with over the summer months.
"Maybe I will," Emma said softly once the last dish was dried and put away and Granny paused in wiping the counters down. "Maybe I'll ask her in the New Year," she said, feeling a little more confident about it now. "It's kind of cliché to propose over the holidays though, isn't it?"
"Yeah I suppose you're right," Granny said with a nod. "And no more of that nonsense of you not being good enough for that woman, Emma, because you are. I've never seen two people more in love than you two. And next time you two decide to get a little frisky because you can't take your eyes off her ass in tight jeans, make sure it's behind closed doors, would you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now, go join your family and don't you dare start the movie without me, you hear me?"
"Of course not," Emma smiled and she hugged Granny tight. "Thank you."
"That's what I'm always here for, to smack some sense into that head of yours."
"Literally!"
Emma smiled to herself and she knew she could get used to them spending the holidays together from now on until forever.
