After breakfast, they returned to their own sleep compartment where it didn't take long before Emma ended up on top of Regina with her shirt pulled up to expose her back so Regina could draw and write stuff on her skin. So far, she had written 'Emma' twice, 'Mrs. Swan-Mills' four times and 'Swan-Mills Junior' a total of five times. But she had also written other stuff such as 'honeymoon' and the most recent: 'no sleep'.

"No sleep, huh?" Emma chuckled and squirmed a bit as Regina's long fingers lightly tickled her skin. "Is that your goal for the honeymoon, beautiful? That we don't get any sleep at all?"

"That's certainly what I'm hoping for," Regina said almost shyly. "It's been... so long since we had to keep going without any interruptions."

"It has," Emma agreed. Life with kids often mean a busy schedule. And the fact that Neal had gotten the habit of getting out of bed in the middle of the night, didn't help either. Emma couldn't count the times where she and Regina had been peacefully asleep in the dead of night only to be woken up by a little voice close to their ear saying: 'hi' in a really soft way that sounded positively scary at that hour. Regina had straight up screamed the first time it had happened, and Emma had almost yeeted her own child out of the bedroom. Henry had come running, armed with his bedside lamp, alarmed by his mother's screaming, ready to fight the reason for her screaming, Emma had fallen out of bed, and little Neal had just been generally confused about all the commotion when all he wanted was to sleep in 'the big bed'. Regina had apologized for screaming. Emma had apologized for cursing. Henry had been praised for his quick reactions and his fierce protectiveness of his mother, and Neal had been lifted into 'the big bed'. Henry had come back to bed (with the bedside lamp) and everything had calmed down. Until Emma had felt the bed shake slightly. After a bit more investigation, she had discovered that the bed was shaking because Regina was laughing hysterically and trying to hide it. Obviously, Emma had started laughing because Regina was laughing. Neal had laughed because his mommies had laughed even though he didn't understand why. Their laugher had become higher and higher, and soon Henry had come into the bedroom a second time. He had dryly asked if all three of them had drunk the same kind of 'giggle juice' for dinner, and neither Emma nor Regina had been able to answer because they were laughing so hard.

Henry had claimed that all of them were mad and had huffed like an old man before going back to bed. And Regina had laughed until tears sprang from her eyes and she had to clutch at her side. Good times.

But now they didn't have to worry about being wakened up in the middle of the night by a happy toddler. For two whole weeks, it would just be the two of them, enjoying each other's company on their honeymoon. And she couldn't fucking wait.

"Oooh," Emma said a bit suddenly and lifted her head.

"What?" Regina asked, sounding slightly amused at Emma's sudden exclamation.

"I just remembered that I have one more Christmas present for you," Emma said, gently rolling off Regina and elegantly hopping off the bed.

Regina didn't seem overly happy with the loss of contact, but she still asked: "and what is that?"

Emma only snickered and did her best to sound mysterious as she said, 'wait and see'. Then she crouched down and retrieved her suitcase from under the bed. She opened it and found the present wrapped in blue and with a pretty red bow on top. AND with a little card attached to it. It wasn't a very heavy package, so she had no qualms with tossing it at Regina with the word: 'catch!'

Regina did indeed catch the package in her hands. She raised an eyebrow as she weighted the light package in her hands. Then she looked at the little card attached to it. And laughed as she read aloud. "'Dear Regina, have a sexy Christmas and an even sexier honeymoon ;), love, Emma!'. Nice. Very... poignant."

"I might have had a glass of wine too much when I wrote that card," Emma acknowledged.

Regina chuckled. "It's very you." She jokingly shook the present. "Do you want me to open this?"

"Yes, please!"

Regina tore the wrapping paper, and out fell the nightgown Emma had purchased for her some weeks ago. The nightgown was short and black and made of silk. It had tiny, delicate straps and a deep neckline adored with lace. It also had a zipper that started between the two built in cups of the bra, went down the front of the teddy and all the way down to the crotch, stopping at the lacy back of the nightgown Emma's fingers were practically itching to slowly zip it open and kiss the skin she exposed. w She hoped that Regina liked it. She hoped that she didn't mind that Emma had taken her word for it. Literally. Because Emma had seen Regina look at this very nightgown online quite a while ago. Emma remembered having commented on it and said that it was a very sexy nightgown. That had caused Regina, who was PMS'ing and generally feeling both horny and miserable to look slightly embarrassed and mumble something about not needing anymore nightgowns. Emma had politely disagreed. In her mind, Regina could never get too many nightgowns.

Regina had scoffed and said something about it being her hormones talking, and then she had kissed Emma goodnight and gone to sleep.

But Emma hadn't been able to stop thinking about that nightgown, and when Regina left for work, she had ordered the nightgown and decided to give it to Regina as a sexy christmas/wedding present.

"That's the one I was looking at," Regina chuckled as she held up the nightgown.

"Yep, it sure is. Do you like it?"

"I do," Regina confirmed, and her grin turned more salacious. "Maybe I should... try it on? See if it's the right size and all?"

Emma felt a grin of her own spread on her face. She knew a hundred percent that the nightgown was the right size. She knew Regina's clothing size like the back of her hand, but if Regina wanted to put on a nightgown in the middle of the morning, well...

"Yeah, that's a good idea, babe," she said innocently. "One can never be too sure..."

Regina chuckled mischievously as she got up from the bed. "I'll be right back."

Emma shamelessly ogled her wife as she passed her. Regina always had a certain spring in her steps when she was aroused. A bounce. Or a swagger. Yes, that was a great way to say it. Her hips always swayed in a certain way. Emma had told her that at some point, and Regina had been utterly surprised. And Emma had found it beyond hot that it was not something Regina was doing on purpose.

The door to their bathroom closed behind Regina, and Emma couldn't resist calling after her: "don't bump your head!"

A silky chuckle and then: "I only bump my head when something or someone makes me throw my head back, my love!"

Emma laughed and shook her head slightly. "I swear, your sass is the fucking best thing on earth!"

"Swear jar."

Emma grinned at the old joke between them. That swear jar had funded many a trip to the ice cream truck, and a couple of times even to the movies. She was still very much the main 'provider' of the swear jar. It wasn't very often Regina was caught cursing by Henry. Despite him rapidly becoming a teenager, he still had a very 'clean' language, and he had even corrected Neal when the toddler had picked up on a bad word he had heard somewhere and told him that that kind of language didn't sound good and that he shouldn't say bad words. Emma was proud of her big son for setting such a good example for his younger brother.

"Oooh..."

That little sound from the bathroom immediately made Emma stop thinking about their kids. "How does it fit?" she called to her wife.

"Well..." said wife almost cooed. "It fits very nicely, actually. I look...hot!"

Emma's heart completely swelled at that. Regina, who once had struggled with her self-image and hadn't found herself one bit beautiful had now openly called herself hot. If that wasn't self-love, Emma didn't know what was!

"Damn right you do!" she said firmly. "Can you come out here so I can see you?"

"In a moment," Regina cooed. "I'm not quite done looking."

Emma sniggered to herself. She loved when Regina got all playful. It was so adorable. But at the moment, she was pretty impatient, so she called: "baaaaabeeee? I'm thirsting in here!"

A rich chuckle erupted from the bathroom, and two seconds later, the door opened, and Regina stepped out. She smirked as she put a hand on her hip in a 'what do you think'-manner.

Emma thought many things. Many, many things! Her eyes threatened to pop right out of her skull, and her mouth fell open with a little pop. Regina looked fucking stunning. The nightgown looked as if it had been painted onto her skin. The neckline was plunging, and temping and black was most definitely Regina's color.

"Look. At. You." Emma breathed. Seriously, she struggled to be coherent. The only thing she could do, was to extend a hand out to Regina.

Regina chuckled warmly as she walked over to Emma and took her hand.

"Come here," Emma said simply and gave Regina's hand a little tug.

Regina chuckled again as she willingly climbed into bed. It didn't take long before she was in Emma's arms. Eyes sparkling and mouth curling in a mischievous smile. "In bed in the middle of the morning. What a scandal."

Emma laughed and gave her a little squeeze. "We did have breakfast in public," she reminded her wife.

"That's true. We did."

"And we can do other stuff too," Emma continued, grinning. "Honeymoon stuff. Do you want to get off the train in Winnipeg and go exploring?"

"No."

"Edmonton?"

"No."

Emma was really laughing now. "Jasper, then?"

Regina's smile was all playful and adorable. "The only thing I want to see is the inside of this train cabin."

"Well..." Emma gave the zipper in Regina's nightgown a playful little tug. "I believe that could be arranged, Mills."

"Swan-Mills."

"Swan-Mills," Emma agreed and dipped her head so she could kiss her brand-new wife. It didn't take long before the nightgown was nothing but a bundle of fabric at the bottom of their bed, and Regina's arms and legs were locked around her, and Emma found that being in public was overrated. This was so much better.

Afterwards, when they were both naked and sweaty and a bit out of breath, Regina fully agreed with her. Being in public was damn overrated

"And that was a damn fine nightgown," Emma slurred.

Regina snickered in a way that suggested she agreed...

Despite Regina's wish, they actually did end up seeing more things than the inside of the sleep cabin. The dining area being one of those things. After having spend most of the day in the sleep compartment switching from kissing and more to simply talking when they needed a break, they finally decided to 'emerge' at night when it was time for dinner. Regina took another shower and put on the same 'honeymoon-esque' dress she had worn her earlier. She braided a section of her hair to keep it away from her face, put on a bit of makeup, wiggled her feet into her high heels and then she was ready. And looked incredible. Emma had a certain fondness for when Regina had a little braid in her hair. It looked both cute and stylish at the same time, and it reminded her of the pictures she had seen of Regina from when she was younger. She had always worn her hair in a braid back then. Emma had tried to convince her to go 'full braid' as she called it, but Regina always smilingly refused and claimed that she was 'too old' to wear her hair in a braid. The tiny braids to keep her hair away from her face was as far as she took the braid game.

Emma too took a shower. But she put on jeans, a tanktop and the new leather jacket Regina had gifted her with. And she left her hair hanging loosely down her back. She couldn't be bothered to put it up. She had loved being all bridal yesterday, and the dress had been very comfortable, but this was the kind of clothes she gravitated towards. Maybe she was a bit too old to parade around in jeans and tanktops, and maybe she did look a bit 'funny' next to her stylish, sophisticated wife, but when she sat down on the edge of the bed to lace up her brown boots, said wife smiled beamingly.

"What?" Emma asked and teased: "why do you look all goofy, Mills? Swan-Mills."

"There's that young woman I met on the train when she was sleeping in my seat," Regina said softly. "You haven't changed one bit, my love."

"I'm older now, though," Emma commented with a slight chuckle. "I'm almost thirty."

"We'll have to throw you a grand party then," Regina said and smiled. "With all our friends and family."

"That could be nice," Emma agreed. "But maybe I just want to celebrate with you and the kids."

"That does sound nice too," Regina said and tangled her fingers in between Emma's. "And what would you like for your birthday? Another leather jacket? More additions to our ever growing library? Or maybe a fancy new pen? Or another notebook?"

"Maybe I want to put Neal to bed and then play a wicked game of Mario Kart with Henry afterwards," Emma hummed. "And then once he has gone to bed too, maybe I'd like a bowl of popcorn with lots of butter. A good movie playing on the television. That could be... Sleepless in Seattle or You've Got Mail. And then.." she kissed Regina's knuckles. "I want my gorgeous wife in my arms while we watch the movie. I want to cuddle with her all evening, and once we go to bed..."

"Maybe the wife would be interested in wishing you a happy birthday in a more private manner," Regina continued the sentence and smiled. "That does sound like a lovely birthday, my love."

"And as for presents," Emma said, kissing Regina's knuckles again. "I don't think it would be possible for you to give me more than you already have."

"How about a baby?" Regina suggested. "That certainly is a gift for life, is it not?"

Emma wrapped her arms around Regina's midriff and gave her a little squeeze. "It is." she looked up at Regina. "How soon do you want to start this process?"

"Whenever you're ready," Regina said simply.

"And what if I tell you that I already am... ready?"

"Well. Then that'll be first new chapter," Regina smiled and cupped Emma's cheeks. "That was what you said in your vows, wasn't it? That we still have so many 'firsts' left."

"We sure do," Emma agreed, squeezing Regina a bit. "We're really gonna do this, aren't we?"

"We sure are."

"Wow. I hadn't expected you to be so... calm about this," Emma admitted. Regina was a very sensible person, and Emma had expected some concerns regarding the timing and the fact that they hadn't even been married for a week.

Emma had in fact planned to tell Regina when they were in Paris. Not the morning after their wedding. But Regina had asked questions, and Emma hadn't wanted to brush her off. So of course she had told her the truth about her feelings and wishes for the future. And Regina had been exceptionally calm about this.

"And why wouldn't I be?" Regina replied with a slight chuckle. "You know how much I love children. How much I had wished for more. And you also know that I cannot carry anymore myself..." she trailed off, and Emma gently nuzzled her nose against that spot on Regina's stomach where she knew the faded mark was.

Regina gently tilted Emma's face up with a finger under her chin. "And then I met you," she softly continued. "And nothing would bring me more joy than seeing you pregnant with our child. I want to care for you like you've cared for me. Buy you all the strange stuff you might crave. Feed you ice chips and hold your hand during the birth. If that's what you want me to, of course." She laughed. "I can also go to hell if that's what will apply to you when the time comes."

"I would never tell you to go to hell!" Emma almost screeched. She was appalled that Regina could even think that.

"Emma, darling, when I gave birth to Henry, I told everyone to go to hell," Regina said patiently. "Malena. My sister. The nurses. Even the doctor. According to Mal, I cursed worse than a sailor. I don't know when she ever has encountered a cursing sailor, but I'm sure she's right about her statement."

Emma chuckled. "cursed worse than a sailor, huh? So many things to look forward to."

"You'll do amazingly. And I'll be right there to hold your hand. As I will right now. Come on," she snickered as she freed herself from Emma's arms and grabbed her hand instead. "Let's go and get some dinner. I'm starving."

"Me, too."

They left their sleep compartment and wandered down the hallway towards the dining area. A bunch of kids passed them on the way, and one of them, a little girl with blonde curls ended up dropping a book on the floor.

"Oh dear," Regina said as she crouched down to fetch the book. "Here you go," she smiled as she handed the book back.

Emma smiled too as she looked at the book. It was The Nutcracker. Very appropriate indeed. Regina had read The Nutcracker to Neal a couple of days ago. He loved the story even though he probably was a bit too young to understand it. Emma suspected that it had more to do with Regina's voice than anything else.

"Thank you," the little girl with the blonde curls said as she carefully took the book from Regina. She showed off her dimples in a smile as she looked at Regina.

Emma tried not to snigger. The little girl looked absolutely thoughtful. She wondered what was on her mind.

"You're really pretty," the little girl said, still looking up at Regina with her big blue eyes.

Aww. Emma melted on the spot. That was freaking adorable.

Regina chuckled. "That's sweet. Thank you. You're really pretty too."

"You think so?" the girl beamed now.

"Absolutely," Regina assured, smiling wider now. "Take good care of your book, okay?"

"I will. Thank you, Mrs..."

"Swan-Mills."

Emma grinned like an idiot as the girl repeated the name with a: "that's a funny last name. What's your first name?"

"Regina," Regina said.

"Regina," the girl repeated. "That's a pretty name. My name's Sophia!"

"That's really pretty too."

Young Sophia looked like she could have continued chitchatting all night, but then her mother appeared. She smiled at Regina and Emma and thanked them for having entertaining Sophia. And preventing her from wandering off.

"Children loves you," Emma chuckled as they continued into the dining area and found an empty table.

Regina flashed a smile.

"She was really cute," Emma continued.

"She was," Regina agreed. Then she looked around in the dining area. The place was festively decorated with tinsel as though it was still Christmas. It was really beautiful. Emma's stomach growled. She was absolutely famished. It had to be all that delicious bedroom activity. She grinned to herself and was about to share her amusement with Regina, hoping to make Regina blush and nudge her. But then she noticed that Regina was still looking around in the dining area, and Emma's amusement turned into a soft smile. She had a feeling that she knew exactly what was going on in her wife's head. She reached out and put her hand over Regina's. "Is it strange to be back?"

"A bit," Regina admitted. "So much has happened since I was here the last time."

"You couldn't eat the steak dinner," Emma remembered. Regina had to eat soup the last time because of her newly operated throat.

"That's right. I couldn't. But I sure can tonight. And I will. I'm absolutely famished."

"I wonder why that is," Emma chuckled good-naturedly. Regina had the rather adorable habit of getting hungry after sex. More times than she could remember, she had seen Regina leave the bed and skitter downstairs to the kitchen to grab some kind of snack to soothe her growling stomach. Emma always joked that Regina experienced two kinds of hunger in the bedroom. Regina claimed she didn't think it was funny, but she nevertheless always ended up chuckling anyways.

"Be quiet," Regina said warmly. "And let me be hungry in peace!"

As summoned by Regina's words, a waiter arrived and asked if they wished the traditional steak dinner. Both of them of course said yes.

"And a glass of champagne," Regina added and smirked lightly at Emma.

"Good idea," Emma praised. If they hadn't deserved some champagne, she didn't know who did. They were on their honeymoon. Drinking champagne on their honeymoon was a thing, right?

The waiter promised that their dinner (and champagne) would be there in a moment, and walked off.

Emma leaned back in her chair and looked out of the window. She couldn't see much except for the snow, but it was nevertheless quite magical. And it was awfully romantic to travel by train. Imagine if she had known this when she stepped on this train for the very first time. That she would come back here on her honeymoon with the beautiful woman tapping her on the shoulder.

Said beautiful woman was currently looking at her phone while rolling her eyes.

"Is that Zelena again?" Emma asked with a grin. God knows that Zelena had texted Regina a 'few times' today.

"Yes. She wants to know if I'm having a nice honeymoon. Why is she like this?" Regina sighed and rolled her eyes again.

Emma laughed. Zelena's incurable 'older sister-curiosity' was an old story.

"I don't know why she insist upon doing this to me," Regina dramatically continued and rolled her eyes.

"She's interested in your life, babe," Emma snickered.

"That might be, but she doesn't have to be interested in this aspect of my life."

"'This'?" Emma teased heartily. "And what's 'this'?"

"Things that happens in a private setting," Regina said without skipping a beat. "Really, its not her business to poke around in whether I've-"

"Gotten laid or not?" Emma innocently and quietly suggested.

"Emma Swan!" Regina hissed and looked mildly scandalized.

"Swan-Mills," Emma sweetly reminded her wife. "Seriously, maybe we should turn the swear jar into a... 'use the right name'-jar."

"Is that even a thing?"

"It could be," Emma said briskly and then changed the subject because this was a public place after all, and there would be plenty of time for talk about getting laid later. "How about Henry?" she asked. "Has he been in touch again?"

"No," Regina said. "But I'm guessing that means he's having a good time."

"How can he have anything else with Malena and Ursula," Emma asked rhetorically. Henry adored them. His favorite aunts. Sharing that position with Zelena, obviously. "Anymore pictures?" she continued, groaning slightly. Regina had shown her the pictures she had received from Malena earlier. Pictures of Henry holding the adorable fluffball that was Lola. Their new puppy.

"Jealous?" Regina teased and chuckled to herself.

"Uhm, yeah, absolutely," Emma said firmly. "I really, really want to meet our new puppy!" seriously, Lola was the most adorable little creature on the planet, and if it hadn't been because they were on their honeymoon, Emma would have been hyper-focused on getting to meet the little fluffball as soon as possible. Now meeting Lola could wait until they got back from Paris.

"Well, she's excited to meet you too. She told me so herself."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "You're a dog whisperer now?"

"I could be..."

Emma shook her head, thoroughly amused at her wife's playfulness. She always found it to be utterly sexy.

Regina on the other hand looked thoughtful once again as she looked down at the table between them. "Hmm."

"What is it? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Regina did that thing with her eyebrow that suggested she found Emma to be worried for no reason. "I was just thinking about all the post its that filled up the table the last time I was here. It feels like a completely other life. I was... so different back then." She subconsciously tapped her bare throat. It had been a long time since she wore a scarf. And now she only wore them for the sake of fashion and absolutely nothing else. Gone were the days where she wanted to cover herself.

"You've been through a lot," Emma said softly and reached for Regina's hand.

"Mmm. It almost feels strange to think that there was a point in my life where I couldn't talk and was scared of most things," Regina said thoughtfully. "Sometimes I'd like to go back in time and tell that woman how much she has to look forward to." She chuckled. "Anyway, ignore me. I'm just getting thoughtful for whatever reason."

"That's completely fine. There are a lot of callbacks," Emma acknowledged and squeezed her wife's hand. It was absolutely nostalgic being back on this train where their story had started. The train that had brought them to Toronto where Regina had finally gotten the life changing surgery. The surgery that had restored her beautiful, precious voice.

"There sure is," Regina nodded. "But you know what I'm grateful for?"

"What?"

"That I don't have to take a painkiller that will knock me out before nine o'clock." She waggled an eyebrow.

"You know what?" Emma teased.

"What?"

"I'm grateful for that too."

They laughed together, and Emma fell a bit more in love if that was even possible. Regina's laughter was another thing she was grateful for. Hearing it was a privilege, and she could easily remember the first time she had been blessed with hearing Regina laugh. It had come as a surprise to all of them. Most of all Regina. She had cried. And that laughter had been a promise of what was to come. Words. And words had indeed come.

But now the waiter was coming over with their dinner, and Emma's nostalgia was replaced with only one thing. Hunger.

"Oh man, that looks so good!" she exclaimed.

Regina raised an eyebrow, and Emma couldn't blame her. She had almost moaned in sheer delight over the food. Woops.

The waiter, however, did not seem to notice anything as he popped the bottle of champagne open with a sharp pop that had Emma yelping and Regina laughing.

"There we are, ladies," he said as he with a refined movement poured the sparkling beverage into two tall crystal glasses. "A glass of champagne for the newly-weds. Congratulations."

"Thanks," Emma said and wondered whether it was 'their' private train clerk who had told him about the wedding.

"If you need anything else, just use that button there," he said, nodding towards what was standing on the table. It was indeed some kind of little button or buzzer or whatever.

"Thank you," Regina said as Emma raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Enjoy your dinner," he smiled. Then he walked off, and Emma and Regina was left with their lavish dinner and glasses of champagne.

Emma turned her attention to Regina and lowered her voice as she asked: "so do we have private train clerks all over the train, or...?"

"I don't know," Regina replied, and her mouth twitched. "But I suspect that might be the case."

"Holy shit," Emma said. "We have to send Malena a gift basket afterwards. If she's the one responsible, that is."

"She might be," Regina nodded. "But she would never tell us if she was. That's just how she is. But no gift basket will ever be big enough."

"You're right. She deserves way more for this." Emma had only good things to say about her former boss and private friend. Malena was quite a special person with her love for shiny gemstones and glittering things and her profound fondness for identifying as a dragon. She was a one of a kind. And Henry loved her. So did little Neal. He also loved tugging at her long blonde hair, but Malena didn't mind that. Once in a while, she mock-hissed and pretended to be a dragon, and that always made Neal giggle. And ask for 'fire, please and thank you, auntie Mal!'. That never failed to make Malena laugh. And then pretend to make fire. It was all very entertaining to watch.

"This looks very good," Regina said with sparkling eyes.

"It does," Emma agreed and lifted her champagne glass. "A toast. To us."

"To us," Regina agreed and clinked her glass with Emma's. "And the future. Everything it might hold for us..."

"Does that include a baby?"

"Yes, my love. It most certainly involves a baby," Regina confirmed and smiled.

"A whole nest of them?" Emma couldn't resist to tease.

Regina scrunched up her nose in that adorable fashion. "How about we settle for one at the moment?"

"One at the moment," Emma confirmed and clinked her glass with Regina's again. "And the future."

"The future."

Emma smiled. The future. She loved the sound of that...

To Be Continued...