Prompt: Who is the first to find out about them and how?
AN: This chapter is the reason why this collection of mini fics is rated M. I'm not sure there will be more mini fics like this by the time the 31 days are over, but it's possible there could be more smut or implied/referenced smut later.
On one of the slower nights at the station, Regina would stop by with leftovers for Emma. She always claimed it was because Henry had expressed his concerns about her eating habits when she worked late, especially when she didn't really have to, but David always wondered if Regina didn't do it for an entirely different reason. As if the brunette sensed his suspicions, Regina started to bring enough leftovers for both of them on the nights he worked as well. At first he wasn't sure how Regina just so happened to know his work schedule, but after the third night she'd brought food for him he'd realized that Emma would always get and reply to a text thirty minutes before Regina popped by.
At the end of every work week for the entire month, Regina came by with dinner for them and said a few quick hellos before she went home and went through a similar routine with Henry. Some nights she already had dinner in the oven at her home on Mifflin Street and other nights she had yet to prepare anything, which she explained was due to it being Henry's choice of dinner on those nights and she typically wouldn't see him for more than a few minutes before heading to the station most times. They all seemed like good, believable excuses, but David couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Regina's visits than either she or his own daughter wanted to admit.
The mystery behind Regina's true intentions didn't remain a secret much longer after that month.
Less than two weeks into the next month, David was set to go home at the end of his regular shift. He usually went home around 5pm unless it was a Friday, which was when they finished up all their paperwork to be sent over to Town Hall, or if they had a particularly heavy workload. A heavy workload was rare for them and that night was no exception, but he quickly realized he left one of Neal's toys at the station. He wasn't at the apartment for more than a twenty minutes when Neal started to throw a fit. David had completely forgotten his son had a habit of leaving his belongings everywhere he went and Neal had been with him at work earlier that day when Granny had dropped him off after he'd thrown one too many crayons at the customers as they'd walked in.
When he arrived back at the station almost an hour later, nothing warned or prepared him for what he was about to see. There was no indication that anyone but Emma was in the station, just as she had been when he left. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so he walked in and made himself known. The problem was that he hadn't announced his presence soon enough.
That was his mistake.
As he rounded the corner into the bullpen, he jingled the keys to his truck in his hand before he looked up and stared at the two empty cells across the room. He turned to look into the sheriff's office, which he'd allowed Emma to keep despite their co-Sheriff titles, in search of his daughter. The bullpen was as empty as the cells, so he figured she'd be in the office unless she'd just run to the bathroom.
When he saw her, he only wished Emma had been in the bathroom instead.
He heard Regina moan before he fully processed what he'd walked in on. He hadn't given them time to pull apart before his eyes landed on them just as he'd started to ask, "Emma? Have you seen Neal's—?"
He didn't have the ability to finish his question.
Thankfully, he didn't see any body parts, but unfortunately he still knew without a doubt exactly what they were doing.
Before they were able to jump away from each other, he caught Regina on Emma's desk with her legs spread, her back to him and her dress hiked up to her hips. All he could see of his daughter were her hands as they gripped Regina's ass and thighs and Regina's hand tangled in blonde hair where Emma's head was nestled between the other woman's legs.
Regina seemed to be the only one that heard him. She whipped her head around and made eye contact with him over her shoulder. There was an initial hint of shock in her expression, but it was quickly replaced with amusement. That might have had something to do with his wide eyes and slack-jaw expression, which was directed at Regina and not his own daughter.
Regina's amusement slipped within seconds when she gasped. She looked down at Emma, who had yet to look up or even stop what she was doing between the brunette's thighs, and tightened her fist in his daughter's hair. He looked from the back of Regina's head to the hand she had in Emma's hair just when the woman's grip intensified. And because his attention had shifted, he also saw the way Regina's legs twitched.
"What the hell is going on here," he asked in his most booming tone of voice. He hoped it would reach Emma's ears despite her position at the time and fortunately it did.
"Damn it," Regina yelled when Emma reared back with a guilty look on her face as well as evidence of the older woman's arousal.
"Oh my god," David exclaimed and immediately looked up at the ceiling as he turned away.
"That's what I should be saying," Regina bitterly said.
"How long have you been standing there," Emma loudly asked. The tone of her voice told David she really wanted to know, but was also afraid of the answer.
"How long have you been going down on Regina?!"
"How long has she done that tonight or how often does she do it," Regina asked and, even though he couldn't see her, he heard the grin in her tone of voice.
"Stop it," Emma weakly admonished her.
"Oh my god," he said, quieter than before as he closed his eyes and put his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath before he opened his eyes and decided to turn around and face them again.
That was his second mistake.
When he turned, Regina's dress was back in place and Emma looked cleaned up from what he could tell. But he couldn't tell much since Regina had Emma pulled close as they kissed. It wasn't as bad as walking in on his daughter eating out the former Evil Queen, but he was still in shock. Any touching was too much touching for him to handle.
"You owe me an orgasm," Regina said when they separated.
"Later," Emma quietly answered, most likely so he didn't have to know what would go on once they were alone again. He still heard her response anyway.
"So…I guess I was right," he blurted out, at a loss for any other words. "This is about more than leftovers."
Regina chuckled and stepped toward him. Emma immediately got nervous and put a hand on her arm as if to hold her back. The brunette barely acknowledged the warning and went ahead with her response. "What can I say, nothing beats fresh apple pie."
"Regina," his daughter tensely said.
The brunette continued to grin and added, "Enjoy that, because your daughter certainly did" before she disappeared in her signature dark purple smoke.
Emma closed her eyes for a moment before she looked from the space Regina previously occupied to him. "You needed something?"
It took him a few seconds to remember why he was there before he replied, "Yeah, uh, Neal left his favorite toy here. Have you seen it?"
Emma cleared her throat and nodded. She walked toward the doorway to office where he stood and slipped past him on her way to the large cabinet against the wall in the bullpen. She opened it up and bent over to grab something near the bottom shelf. She retrieved the toy he was looking for and closed the cabinet before she held it out as she walked back toward him.
"Thanks," he said as he took the toy from her.
"Neal couldn't live without it for even one night," Emma awkwardly asked. She fidgeted in place as she nervously stuffed her hands into her back pockets.
"He didn't last twenty minutes," he said.
Emma nodded again, seemingly as a way to convey she'd heard him since it was her only reaction to his words.
"Should we," he slowly started to ask, "talk about—?"
Emma cut him off and said, "I should probably finish up here and go home. And you should get that to Neal."
"Emma—"
"You can tell Mom that Regina and I are together, but let us be the ones to tell Henry, okay?"
"He doesn't know?"
She gave him a pointed look before she explained, "We've been keeping it quiet."
"Not quiet enough," he mumbled, but by the look on Emma's face it was clear she'd still heard him. Oh well. That just meant they were even.
"Don't forget that I walked in on you and Mom. And Henry was there, too."
He stuttered, but never said a single word. He cleared his throat when he was finally able to close his mouth and told her, "I'll wait until you tell Henry before I mention anything to anyone else."
Emma softened a little a moment before she said, "Thank you."
"You know I'm happy if you're happy, right?"
She nodded, but didn't verbally respond.
"You are happy, aren't you," he asked.
She smiled, bright and warm. It was a good enough confirmation for him, but Emma decided to use her words that time and said, "Yeah, Dad. I'm happy."
He smiled back at her. "Good. Uh, I'd hug you, but…"
"Rain check," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice, her smile still present. "Some other time after I've showered."
"Yes," he breathed out with relief. "That'd be great."
Emma laughed then. "Go hug Mom. And give Neal a kiss from his big sister."
"I will, but I'm sure you'll be able to do both those things yourself soon enough. As soon as your mother knows, we're having a family dinner. All six of us."
Emma winced and, without thinking, said, "I'm gonna owe Regina more than one orgasm for that."
"Oh my god," he groaned.
His daughter nervously laughed and jogged back into the office. "Sorry," she said as she gathered her things. "Um, you know, maybe you should lock up tonight."
She handed him the station keys and smiled at him like she hadn't just gotten away with something—something juvenile like writing "tramp" on Mary Margaret's car—and dashed out of the sheriff's station, inevitably to finish what she'd started with Regina.
He sighed and glanced around the room in a once-over inspection. It didn't take long before he spotted the leftovers Regina brought that night. They sat in a container on one of the desks in the bullpen, untouched.