Everything She Wanted

Fifty Shades of… Motherhood?!

Regina wakes with a start, and for once it's not because one or several of the little dragons are unhappy.

It's because of herself.

And that… That dream she just had.

Regina groans quietly, rolls on to her side and rubs a hand over her forehead. Why the hell did her subconscience decide that tonight would be a good time to have an erotic dream?

Probably because the little ones are consuming all your time.

Regina scoffs again. Yes, that's true. They have been a little busy lately. Jonathan is teething and is often rather unhappy at night, and Amelia and Emerald are just generally energic children. Adult time hasn't exactly been a priority. And the result is this. Her subconscience running amok in delightful scenarios.

She grinds her teeth a little. She doesn't mind dreaming. It's the waking up part she minds. If I have to dream couldn't I at least get to finish before waking up?

But apparently that was too much to ask for. She woke up, and the remains of the dream has left her with a rather tight feeling between her legs.

Great. Just great. She's turned on in the middle of the night. Wonderful. Regina rolls on to her belly, hoping to fall back asleep.

That doesn't happen. The tightness between her legs doesn't subside. She rolls on to her back again. Counts to ten. Waits. Tries to think of something really appalling. Something so disgusting the feeling between her legs will disappear.

It doesn't work either. If anything, the throbbing between her legs intensifies. Regina tries to order herself to go back to sleep. But of course, that doesn't work. Orders only works on others. Not herself.

She bites back a sigh of pure defeat. She can't sleep this one out. Unfortunately, it requires imminent attention.

Amazingly enough, Mal is still fast asleep next to her. Which is a bit unusual. She has a habit of waking up when Regina does.

But right now, she's fast asleep, and Regina would rather eat living snakes than waking her because of this. Jonathan has been so fussy the last week or so. Mal needs her sleep. And she can't be held responsible for Regina's lively imagination.

Regina slinks out of bed. Stills for a moment with one foot on the floor. For a moment, it sounds like Maleficent is waking up. But then the dragon mutters something incoherent and rolls on to her stomach. False alarm.

Regina quietly creeps into the bathroom and locks the door. She even lets the water run. Not that she expects Maleficent to come barging in and ask her what the hell she's doing. No, she would probably just ask for a show instead. Regina rolls her eyes and brings her fingers down to "take care of the problem".

It's certainly not as satisfying as is it when Maleficent "helps her out", but Regina still feels much calmer when she's done. She gives it ten seconds and waits until her breathing has evened out. Then she turns the water off and unlocks the door.

When she returns to the bedroom Maleficent is sitting up in the bed and the lights are on.

"Is everything okay?" she asks as soon as Regina comes padding back into the bedroom.

"Mhmm, yes." Regina says. "I just needed to go to the bathroom." She walks over to the bed and shoves the covers aside, ready to slink back in bed.

Maleficent cocks her head and brushes her fingertips over Regina's forehead. "Are you sure you're okay? You're a bit warm."

Regina is sure to turn her back to Maleficent as she slinks back in bed. "I'm fine," she says a bit strained and curses herself for flushing.

"Are you sure, my darling? You're not getting a fever, are you?"

"Of course not."

"Hmm. Alright then." for once, Maleficent doesn't push the issue. She simply waves her hand to switch the lights off. "Goodnight then."

"Goodnight."

But the lights have barely been switched off before a little voice calls: "Mama!"

Maleficent groans and makes a mighty bad attempt at getting out of bed.

"Mama!"

"I'll get her," Regina says and puts a hand on Maleficent's arm to prevent her from getting out of bed. "You need your sleep."

"So do you," Maleficent shoots back.

"Yes, well. I'm more awake than you are." Regina says like that's a good enough argument.

"Mama!"

"Yes, yes. Hold on, sweetheart. Mama will be right there." Regina says as she chucks a robe on and stumbles out of bed. She prays that the noise hasn't woken Jonathan.

It turns out that Emerald is the source of the noise. Interesting. For a second Regina could have sworn it was Amelia. Maybe she's too tired to identify her daughters' voices right now. Or maybe they sound alike when they're unhappy.

"What's the matter, baby?" she inquires as she lifts Emerald out of her crib.

"Bad dream," Emerald mutters as she flings her little arms around Regina's neck.

Regina strokes her daughter's golden hair and murmurs soothing words. By some miracle, Amelia is still fast asleep, and Regina would like it to stay that way.

"Would you like to go downstairs with mama for a while?" she suggests and presses a light kiss to Emerald's forehead.

"Yes," Emerald mutters and nods. Her lip is still trembling.

Regina carries her downstairs, snuggles her up in a blanket on the couch. Emerald has a request. Warm milk with honey. And obviously, Regina can't deny her little dragon anything, so warm milk it is. Both mother and daughter enjoy a cup of warm milk. Emerald wiggles her way up on Regina's lap, and Regina strokes her hair in an attempt to make her sleepy. To coax a few more hours of sleep out of her.

"Want a song," Emerald says. She bats her dark eyes at Regina. "Please, Mama?"

Okay then. Bursting out in song at 1:45 in the morning is not Regina's first impulse, but she never the less smiles, nods and asks: "Which song do you want to hear, baby?"

"Dumbo!" Emerald proclaims.

Ah. A safe bet every time. Regina clears her throat a few times, but she still has an inkling her voice sounds like a dying horse as she sings "Baby Mine" to Emerald.

But it works, and that's the most important thing. Emerald surrenders to sleep. Regina gives it a few moments just to make sure that she's really asleep. Then she carries her daughter back upstairs. She tucks her in, kisses her forehead. Then Regina sits down in the old rocking chair. It's her intention to only stay a moment, but her body almost melts into the old rocking chair, and her daughters' soft and steady breathing lulls her to sleep…

When she wakes the next time, it's to a soft hand on her arm and an even softer voice saying: "Regina? Regina?"

Regina opens her eyes, completely disorientated for a while. Her wristwatch informs her that it's 5 in the morning. Amelia and Emerald are slowly waking up in their cribs, and Jonathan is babbling in Mal's arms. He's still contend after his morning feeding.

"Good morning," Regina rasps and rubs a hand over her forehead like she did last night.

"You slept in here," Maleficent says and it's not a question.

"Sure looks like it," Regina quips halfheartedly and pushes herself up from the rocking chair. She immediately winces. Her back isn't grateful.

"And now your back hurts, doesn't it?" Maleficent asks plainly and scowls a little at Regina.

"It's fine. It'll pass," Regina says with false confidence and rolls her shoulders. That hurts too.

"You should have let me take her last night." Maleficent scowls and adjusts Jonathan in her arms.

"I was awake anyway."

"Yes, I heard you stumble into the bathroom," Maleficent quips and narrows her blue eyes. "And you didn't return for ages. Are you sure everything was okay?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"You're not pregnant are you my darling?" Maleficent jokes.

"Not that I know of," Regina says dryly. That would be a fucking miracle given how long it is since we last did something else than sleeping in our bed. How long has it been? Three weeks? Four?

"What?" Maleficent asks and interrupts Regina's inner monologue.

"What?" Regina echoes and snaps out of it. Stop being so needy.

"You're frowning," Maleficent observes and smoothens out the wrinkle between Regina's eyes.

"I think that wrinkle is permanent, dear." Regina jokes halfheartedly. "I'm probably starting to get…"

"No," Maleficent interrupts. "You're not. Stop talking nonsense."

All arguments are cut short when Amelia wakes properly and demands something to eat.

All four of them plus Jonathan heads downstairs to have breakfast, and after she's had exactly two and a half cup of coffee, Mal kisses Regina, wishes the little ones a good day and then heads over in the shop to work. The export of gemstones is going up.

"And what do you want to do today, sweet girls?" Regina asks as she takes another sip of her lifegiving coffee. "Should we head over to the library and see if there's any good books we can borrow?"

Both Emerald and Amelia seems very excited about that, so after breakfast Regina dresses them (and herself) and heads out of the mansion with them.

Library it is then.

It's so fortunate that there aren't just books in the library. There's a department with toys too. Bless Belle for adding this to the library before she left with Gold.

Amelia and Emerald immediately starts entertaining themselves with the toys while Regina potters around between the shelves. It's been a while since she last had the time to read. It's been a while since she had the time do to anything, really.

Maybe reading is a good place to start. Regina peeks into the toy department. Her little dragons are completely enthralled. That should give her at least five minutes to read something.

For some inexplicable reason she ends up with a copy of "Fifty Shades of Grey". She doesn't really have an excuse for it, really. Only that it stuck out in the shelves. Apparently, it's very well loved by the citizens of Storybrooke. Regina doesn't even dare guess who has read it last. She simply plucks the book out of the shelf and after taking another peak into the toy department, she settles down by one of the tables.

The book is… Well, not terribly good. And she's vaguely familiar with the story, but she has to admit that it's somewhat entertaining.

Maybe I should borrow this, she muses to herself and scoffs a little. Motherhood is consuming all of their free time, and their sex life is "suffering" tremendously. It wouldn't be any harm if she borrowed this book and used naptime to read it, would it?

She almost chuckles. Some of the things Christian Grey says is leaning towards bad porn lines. And doesn't Maleficent say something similar?

Yes, well. It sounds better when she says it.

Suddenly, Amelia and Emerald comes storming bursting through the door, and Regina is just about to scold them and remind them that this is a library when a familiar voice says: "Woah! Dragons in the library! That sounds like a job for the Sheriff."

"Emma, Emma, Emma!" Amelia and Emerald squeals, and Regina is certain both of them are hugging Emma's knees.

"Hey there," Emma chuckles. "Are you here all alone little dragons? Or are your mommy hiding somewhere?" the blonde comes into the circular room with two little dragons beside her.

"Boo," Regina says sardonically and waves her hand discreetly, using a cloaking spell to hide the cover. She's not interested in getting caught red handed.

"Oh. Regina," Emma chuckles. "I thought it was Maleficent who was here with the little dragons."

"Maleficent is working. Here to borrow toys for Leia?"

"Yep. She's currently rejecting everything else, so…" Emma sits down next to Regina.

Regina shifts on the chair and winces slightly.

"What is it?" Emma inquires with a slight frown.

"What? Oh, I slept in a rocking chair tonight," Regina explains and shrugs. "Emerald had a nightmare, and I watched over her. Unfortunately, I fell asleep, and now my back is every bit ungrateful."

"Oh. Whatcha reading?" Emma asks briskly and snatches the book from Regina.

Regina silently curses herself for forgetting the inside of the book. Her spell only took care of the front cover.

Emma shoots her a look and sniggers. "I don't think that's a gardening book, Regina."

"My cloaking spells are awful when I'm tired," Regina says and admits her defeat.

"Planning on borrowing it?" Emma chuckles.

"No. Of course not. I don't know why I was reading it in the first place." Regina waves her hand and sends the book back where it belongs.

"Motherhood getting the best of you?" Emma asks, still with a little glint on her eyes.

"Let's just say there's not much time for anything else," Regina blurts out and then frowns. "Wait, why am I even telling you this?"

"Because I'm your friend?" Emma suggests.

"Friends doesn't discuss this."

"Yes, they do," Emma says and scoffs lightly.

"It's personal."

"So what? You sleep with your wife. Big deal," Emma chuckles.

"I wish I did." Regina mutters quietly. But not quietly enough. Emma hears her and raises an eyebrow.

"There's not trouble in Paradise, is there?" the blonde inquires.

"What? No, no. Not at all." Regina assures and feels tempted to bite her tongue off. "And I'm gonna shut up now."

Emma gives her arm a slight pat. "My door's open if you need a little break. Come over and have a glass of wine."

"Thanks. Maybe I will," Regina muses.

Emma rises from her chair. "I better find some of that toy before your little dragons hawks it all."

Regina nods.

Emma crosses the room but stops and turns around in the door to the toy department. "Enjoy your book," the blonde smirks.

"Thank you." Regina says dryly. Maybe she'll borrow the book anyway.

To Be Continued….