I apologize for the grammar mistakes. I had to write this on the go, and I'm only human. But this chapter is not my favorite until the end. For some reason, I hated every scene I had on the outline. Regardless, I found a happy medium with it long enough to post it.

Bella does something impulsive with Rosalie, Rosalie reveals a secret, Emmerson takes control, and our favorite mother-daughter duo... well, you'll see. (Don't worry, they're going to be fine. There's a reason it happens)

It wasn't until the waiter politely told them they were closing the restaurant did the two of them realize how late it'd gotten. Rosalie, after walking them around in circles for the better part of an hour, quietly opened the door to the passenger seat of Bella's car and jerked her head for Bella to get inside.

"Where are we going?" she'd asked.

Rosalie gave no response, and Bella remembers the sound of the engine was louder than anything else. Her nerves were all over the place for multiple reasons, and they grew when Rosalie pulled into a driveway connected to a modest-sized home.

Bella blinks at Rosalie, and her girlfriend refuses to look in her general direction as she opens the door. Narrowing her eyes, Bella follows Rosalie's lead and steps out onto the gravel. Rosalie grabs her hand and leads her up the stairs. Bella tries to keep her confusion and questions at bay, but all she can focus on is the almost stuttering heartbeat of the woman beside her. Though Rosalie is temporarily human, Bella knows the sound is off. Something's up, and her confusion grows when Rosalie removes a key from under a welcome mat that says, 'Here Lies My Hopes and Dreams.'

"Well, that's cute," Bella jokes.

"I thought so too" Rosalie murmurs shyly.

Bella blinks again at that. Rosalie and shy rarely go together. Her girlfriend's always confident, proud, and the-

"Whoa!"

Bella wraps her arms around Rosalie's neck as she carries her bridal style over the threshold. So many questions fly through Bella's head, but she loses all of them when she sees the flower trail leading into the kitchen. The sole light comes from candles burning around them. Bella manages to remain upright when Rosalie places her on the floor. Rosalie turns to close the door and clears her throat.

"You can- you don't have to wait for me," she says. "I'll be right behind you."

Bella stares at the back of Rosalie's head before she follows the flowers into the kitchen. Daffodils, tulips, carnations, and peonies are the stars of the show with a few others Bella can't recall. One thing she does note is there are no roses, which Bella appreciates. Bella turns the corner and stops. A massive island takes up most of the kitchen and sitting in the center of the island are items that Bella and Rosalie both enjoy. There's an arrangement made solely of orange marigolds, a bottle of OFC Vintage Bourbon, a very expensive bottle of wine that Bella can barely pronounce, and a few other things. But it's something else that steals Bella's breath away. She lets out a shaky breath and steps closer to the island. Hanging across the cabinets in almost perfect calligraphy-

'Welcome Home, Rosalie and Isabella.'

"That damned witch!"

Bella jumps and spins around. Rosalie grimaces at the outburst and waves her hand in apology toward the items.

"I told her to be subtle," she sighs.

"Assuming you are referring to my mother, I can assure you, this is subtle," Bella says, a little thrown off.

Rosalie notices and crosses the room. She plucks a card from the arrangement and hands it to her. She wrings her hands together and inclines her head.

"I have no idea what she wrote, but she said you needed to read it from her point of view first."

Bella nods and leans back against the island. Her hand trembles as she opens the envelope.

Hello, darling,

First and foremost, I apologize for the secrets and for the ambush, but I had the feeling you would not be on board with what I decided. Despite my best efforts at pretending otherwise, you are an adult, and you are in a relationship with another adult. There will be times you two will want privacy, which is where this all started. I bought this home on a whim the day Rosalie and her family arrived, and the paperwork went through a week ago. Make no mistake. I am not doing this because I want you gone. I did this because I want you to stay. I want you and your eventual family to grow in a space that was purchased and designed to accommodate you. My doors will always be open for you and Rosalie. Always.

Plus, I am- I have decided to downsize. The mansion holds too many memories. While the most recent ones have been good, there is a need to start over and to start fresh. Until the issues with the gnat and the others are finished, the mansion will be a temporary residence while I look for something new. Understand that Rosalie had no idea about this place until two weeks ago. Do not be upset with her.

I love you, Monkey, more than words could ever describe. Nothing will ever change that.

Mom

Bella places the card back in the envelope. Why would her Mom and Rosalie feel like she'd be upset? If anything, she feels like her heart is melting, and the tears flow openly down her cheeks. She puts the envelope on the island and looks up. Her breath catches, and Rosalie stands in front of her with her hand out. Resting on her palm is a small red box. She holds up her finger when Bella starts to speak and opens it. Bella isn't sure she's disappointed or relieved there's no ring inside. Instead, there's a silver chain with an amethyst heart at the end. Bella can feel her mother's magic coming from it, and she frowns. Rosalie sighs a little and shifts from one foot to the other.

"The banner was the only thing I knew about. I had no idea she would- never mind. This isn't a time-sensitive matter. I'm almost positive your Mother's expecting another few months before- I found out by accident about the house. I was helping Regina with her paperwork at the office, and the folder was mixed in with the wrong group. When I confronted her about it, she confessed she'd finally accepted I'm just as invested in our life together as you are with me. She brought me to the house that afternoon. Belle met us there, and the two of them walked me through what they had planned for the home design-wise. I selected the colors and the furniture that fit the style your Mother and Belle picked for us. They did a pretty good job at understanding what would work for us. The furniture and everything arrived maybe three days ago? Alia, Emmett, and I took care of the heavy lifting while you guys slept."

"All those hunting trips you three were going on?" Bella guesses.

"Yes. Our goal was to get the kitchen, main bedroom, and bathroom finished. We still have the guest rooms and the office space. Emmett put together a gym for you in the basement, and your Mother politely claimed the bedroom suite on this floor. There are still a lot of moving parts, but we-

"Yes."

"What?"

Bella laughs and says, "To moving in with you. To put down roots."

"Wait, really?"

"Yes. Why do you sound so surprised?"

"No, it's not that. I had an entire speech prepared."

Bella places her hands under Rosalie's shirt. Once she touches her skin, she lets her magic do the rest, and she lifts Rosalie onto the island. She steps between her legs and wraps her arms around her. Rosalie turns red at the action, and Bella blinks in surprise.

"Are you blushing?" Bella exclaims.

Rosalie glares at her. Bella grins and taps the box still in Rosalie's hand. Rosalie blushes again. Harder.

"The things I want to do to you…"

"Please stop," Rosalie groans.

"Sorry, sorry." Bella forces a serious look on her face. "I'm ready," she says.

Rosalie rolls her eyes. "You infuriate me. No one on this planet gets under my skin the way you do, but you also make me want to do things I told myself I never wanted after what happened, and I mean that in every sense. Mentally, physically, and emotionally, you have somehow managed to worm your way into my heart and breathe life into it. Not including the magical aspect, of course. I hate how easy it is for me to fall in love with you every morning and remember that reason each night. But the reason I agreed to this house so easily is because of your Mother, and how you love her. I knew you were protective of each other, but I had no idea it went so deep, and I couldn't help but wonder if that love will translate to our future."

Rosalie looks down and laughs a little.

"Then, I started wondering if you wanted a big family where we adopt a bunch of children to spoil, and I got annoyed because I have only known you for a couple of months. If that long. But I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want all of this a hundred times over. I have lived so long already, and I have seen the world, had my adventures, and now, I want new ones with you. I know having children is a big conversation and a big step. Vampirism aside, but it is something that I do…want. But we can talk about that later. And in the spirit of complete transparency, there was a ring in this box. It was more of a promise ring, really, but I panicked this morning. Your Mother switched gifts with me before we left this evening. She has the ring for safekeeping, and she gave me this necklace to give to you instead. I… wow. I am not as good at this as I thought. The point is, I want this with you and only you. This is stupid."

Bella stares at her, studying her, and she nods to herself. She taps Rosalie on the thighs, and after a moment of hesitation, Rosalie locks her ankles behind Bella's back. Bella picks her up with ease and leads her out of the kitchen toward the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Rosalie asks.

Bella closes her eyes and cocks her head. She opens them and smirks before they vanish in red smoke. They re-appear in a bedroom with black walls and a white couch tucked in the corner. Bella takes a minute to look at everything. There are multiple pictures of them, pictures Bella had no memory of taking, and it hits Bella at that moment this is her bedroom – their bedroom – and it will be theirs for a considerable amount of time.

"How did you know where to go?" Rosalie asks softly.

"Your scent is all over this place, but it's mostly in here," Bella explains. She kisses the base of Rosalie's neck and adds, "When I say I mimic your abilities, that includes smell, taste, sight, speed, and everything in between."

"Sometimes, I forget you have magic," Rosalie admits.

"Because I don't use it that often around you."

"Why not?"

Bella lays Rosalie on the bed and hovers over her. She takes a moment to re-adjust and gets her thoughts in order. She closes her eyes and rests her forehead on Rosalie's.

"I'm so scared you aren't real," she whispers.

Rosalie slides her hands up and down Bella's back, and Bella sighs. She keeps her eyes closed as she continues.

"This all is so amazing, so incredible. I have my dream girl, my Mom, and a new family that I love and adore. I'm free. I'm also happy! So fucking happy, but I'm scared I'm going to wake up tomorrow, and it'll be gone. I'm afraid this is a dream, and that I'll go to work tomorrow still be wondering if I'll ever be good enough for someone. Still wondering what's missing in my life. But despite that, I will always say yes to being with you. I want everything you described. I want new adventures and a family. I want kids too, and we'll figure out the logistics of that when the time comes. I don't care if we have to steal them off the streets. You and I will have a brood of our own to spoil and tease and love for the rest of our lives. I want to argue with you about who makes the better lunch or complain because you put all the kids in every hobby imaginable while I'm driving them all over town for tennis or soccer or basketball. To experience life with you in all aspects is what I want. I love this house, and I love what it represents. I just need this to be real, baby. I can't- I need you to exist in my life. I love you so much it hurts when we're together because you're all that I am, all that I need, and if you asked me to marry you, I'd say yes. You and I are forever. Always."

Rosalie pushes at her shoulders, and Bella takes her hands away from Rosalie's skin. The vampire turns Bella on her back and straddles her waist. She leans down and drags her fingers across Bella's neck. She puts her thumb at her pulse point and smiles sweetly.

"I am real. All of this? Real. This house, this bed, this-" Rosalie grabs Bella's hand and puts it over her heart, "is real too. It may stop beating in about seven hours, but it's still yours. I love you, Isabella. I will never stop loving you. We may argue, we might even fight, but I need you to remember that at the end of the day you are mine, and I am yours. My heart belongs to you and you alone."

Bella's lip quivers as her fears are soothed by Rosalie's promises, and Rosalie wipes the tears from her cheeks. She scrunches her face and sits up.

"God, Bella. You can be such a drama queen," she teases.

Bella glares at her.

"Way to ruin the moment, Hale."

"Oh, my beautiful, darling love," Rosalie starts to unbutton Bella's shirt, "this is only the beginning of our night. I was going to offer a tour, but it can wait until tomorrow evening."

"Why not in the morning?"

"I promised your Mother I would go to work with her. I think her secretary is on vacation or something."

"You seem to really enjoy being there."

"Not only is your Mother decent company, I like the pace of it." Rosalie shrugs and slides Bella's shirt off her shoulders. "Plus, I memorized the sound of people's steps to know who is coming, and it helps your Mother determine what needs to be done before they arrive. Or if she's in an important meeting."

Bella doesn't quite know what to say to that, and when she sits up to let Rosalie drag her shirt down her arms, Rosalie hums in appreciation.

"I do love it when my women wear red," she murmurs.

"Excuse me, I better be the only fucking woman in red you're loving."

"You'll be the one I'm fucking, that's for sure."

Bella barks out a laugh and covers her mouth. Rosalie winks and scratches at Bella's stomach. It's an odd sensation, but it leaves Bella squirming.

"Can you stop teasing me?"

"This is not me teasing you," Rosalie says. "This is me admiring the art."

"Whatever. Oh! You should probably go and blow-

Rosalie's gone and back before Bella finishes her comment about the candle. She also brought with her the bourbon, and she places it on the bedside table.

"I thought you preferred wine?"

"But you prefer bourbon," Rosalie says.

"Can we get married tomorrow?"

"No," Rosalie snorts. "I want my… I want my family there when it happens."

"Okay. I will make it happen for you. I promise."

Rosalie takes a deep breath and bends down. She stops, her lips inches away from Bella's, and her hands grip the sheets as she holds herself back. What is she- oh. Duh.

"I consent, Rosalie."

The change is immediate. Bella yelps as the rest of her clothes are torn off, and she rises up on her elbows to glare down at Rosalie.

"Get over it. I'll buy you new ones." Rosalie pins her down with one finger and lifts an eyebrow. "No magic," she warns.

In the back of Bella's mind, she questions if her plan is a good idea or not, but she wants to be marked. Emmett let it slip several days ago that vampires have an instinctual need to mark their mates, and Bella went through every interaction she had with Rosalie when they were in bed together. While they hadn't had sex, there was a lot of touching and a lot of grinding. Bella specifically remembers how often Rosalie would turn her head in the opposite direction of Bella's neck or how she would stiffen and breathe out through her nose. Rosalie's been holding herself back from doing it, and Bella figured out fairly quickly Rosalie was scared Bella wouldn't want it. So, Bella decided to… help her out. It will backfire, for sure, but the pros outweigh the cons.

Bella smiles at Rosalie and stretches her arms above her head to grab the headboard, which is sturdier than she expected.

"Why is this so…solid?"

"I am a vampire, darling," Rosalie teases. "Sometimes I forget my own strength."

That was undeniably the hottest thing Bella's ever heard, and she speaks without thinking.

"Please fuck me."

Rosalie's eyes darken until they're solid black, and the vampire stands over her. She wants to say something about having heels on the sheets, but her mouth goes dry as Rosalie unzips her dress and lets it fall. Rosalie kicks it to the side, and the last coherent thought she has is Rosalie looks way too good in white.

Emmerson frowns in frustration, and Regina licks the whipped cream off her spoon.

"This is ridiculous," he says.

"You said you wanted to try something different tonight."

"I meant sex!"

"Oh, I fully intend for that to happen, but you have to finish first. I'm emotionally invested."

Emmerson huffs and props his chin. He taps the pencil against the sudoku puzzle and squints at the page. Regina had been joking when she suggested it, but he played along, and now, he's stuck on the same box, trying to figure out where he went wrong. Regina had gotten comfortable with a piece of pie and kicked off her heels.

That was twenty minutes ago.

Now, she's enjoying the show. Emmerson refuses to admit defeat. She concentrates on the platter in hand and sends it to the kitchen. Sighing to herself, she unzips the back of her dress little by little, making sure to keep her movements slow and out of Emmerson's eye line. Emmerson snorts to himself and erases a few numbers, and she smiles as he writes in the rest. The dress falls off her shoulders, and Regina shivers a little.

Why is it so cold? she wonders. Regina stands, intending to check the thermostat, and she forgets just that quick about her dress. It falls to the floor, and she looks up. Emmerson stares at her for a brief moment before he holds up the puzzle.

"Finished."

"Good. I knew you could do it."

"Thank you. May I?" he asks, pointing at her dress.

She nods slowly, and Emmerson gets to his feet. He gently lifts one leg to pull the dress away and repeats the action with the other leg. He folds the dress and places it on the couch. Regina takes her bottom lip between her teeth when Emmerson looks her up and down.

"See something you like?" she teases. She blinks and waves her hands. "Wait, do not answer that."

Emmerson steps forward and wraps his arms around her.

"Did you pick this color on purpose?" he asks.

"Yes? I like the color. Do you not-

"Oh, no. I love it very much." Emmerson slips his finger under her bra strap and slides it down her arm. "I had a dream not too long ago about you and me. Mostly you. You were on your way to a meeting, and you wore this exact same set as you walked around the bedroom. And I remember saying in the dream that you should wear this color more often. You laughed and told me you wore it all the time. That it was just my first time being able to see it," he explains.

Regina is very glad Emmerson has such strong arms because she isn't sure how much longer she can stay upright. His soft touches are driving her insane, and he's not even aware he's doing it. Regina's so focused on staying in control that she doesn't realize he's managed to unhook and remove her bra until the cool air hits her chest. She shivers, and Emmerson glances down. He rubs his thumb over her breast lightly, teasing her nipple, and as she arches into his hand, he drops it away. Regina bites back a groan. Emmerson moves faster than she's expecting, and she finds herself pinned to the wall. When did she lose so much control over the situation?

"Do you know how long I have been waiting for this?" he muses.

Regina blinks and tries to formulate a response, but Emmerson leans forward, and his lips ghost over hers. It's so close to being what she wants, but he smiles and flicks his wrist. Regina gasps, and she smacks him on the shoulder.

"Is this really the best time to test out your magic?" she scolds.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Emmerson slips his hand between her legs and adds, "But you don't seem as opposed to the idea as you're letting me think."

Emmerson lets his hand rest between her thighs, far from where she wants him to be, and he presses his mouth against hers. Regina vaguely remembers their first kiss, and this one is a lot like that one. Desperate. Passionate. Needy. Regina's mind blanks on anything else. She doesn't care she's in the middle of her living room pinned to the wall and naked. She just needs more of- him. More of everything. She grabs at his shoulders, pulling him closer, and Emmerson breaks the kiss. Regina whines in frustration and throws her head back into the wall. Emmerson grips her hips and bites her collarbone before he moves his lips to her ear.

"Regina," he says in a low voice.

Fuck. Regina squeezes her thighs together and closes her eyes. Why is his voice so deep all of a sudden?

"I want to worship you and make love to you. Slowly. And one day, I will."

The moan escapes before she can catch it, and she flexes her fingers on his shoulders. Emmerson slides his hands over her hips and digs his fingers into her skin. Emmerson lowers himself to his knees, and in one smooth motion, lifts her and places both legs over his shoulders. Regina lets out an uncharacteristic squeal from the action and looks down at him.

"What are you-

Emmerson kisses her inner thigh, stopping her train of thought, and looks up at her. His eyes trap her in place, and she swallows roughly with his next words.

"But tonight? I just really want to fuck you."

Rosalie's perfect. Bella doesn't know what other thought she's supposed to have when her insanely hot girlfriend is moaning in her ear, but it describes the night so far with pinpoint accuracy. Bella knows she promised no magic, but she can't help but send a small spell to the fingers and-

Rosalie lets out a long, guttural moan, and the sound shoots straight to Bella's core. She had long ago tied her hair up, leaving her neck free, and she can sense the losing battle. Rosalie's eyes narrow on the juncture between her shoulder and her neck, and she growls under her breath and closes her eyes. Something deep within Bella, something primal, balks at the action, and she scowls. She adds another finger, and Rosalie clenches her jaw so hard small cracks start to appear. There's an unspoken competition happening. Bella wants Rosalie to break, and Rosalie refuses to give in no matter how much she wants to. Bella places her neck right by Rosalie's lips, and she exhales in her ear.

"Stop fighting it, baby," she whispers.

Rosalie stiffens, and Bella kisses her ear to reassure her, and the vampire breaks. She sinks her teeth into her neck, and Bella cries out in pain and surprise. Despite the pain, it feels a lot better than she expected, and she moans her approval in Rosalie's ear. That seems to be the tipping point, and the climax that hits Rosalie crashes into Bella at the same time. Neither one notices the bright orange light that bursts from their bodies. It sweeps through the room, out into town, and Storybrooke descends into darkness.

Rosalie licks the wound closed and sighs at the mark. While she's happy, she knows she'll have to explain the consequences at some point. She pushes it to the back of her mind and sighs.

"You set me up," she says.

"Sorry, but I knew you were afraid I didn't want it, and I figured I'd just give you a little nudge."

"Did you? Truly?"

"Yes. I'm happy with it. Are you?"

"Deeply," Rosalie mutters.

"Good."

Rosalie shudders and lays her head on Bella's chest. The two of them lie in silence for a minute until a conversation from two streets over catches her attention.

"Is your power out too?"

"Yeah! Reckon it's the whole town?"

"Maybe. Think it's the Queen again?"

"Wouldn't put it past her! She's been acting funny lately."

Rosalie rolls her eyes, and Bella scoffs beneath her.

"I swear, they always blame her for the simplest shit! It's a power outage. Not a goddamned magical hurricane."

Rosalie blinks slowly and lifts herself up.

"Isabella? How did you hear that?"

"They're right outside. It's hard not to."

Rosalie shakes her head. She's been a vampire long enough to know when something was close and when something was far. That conversation is at least two streets over, and she tells her that. Bella huffs and gets out of bed. Rosalie watches her from the mattress, and Bella stops at the window. It takes all of thirty seconds for Bella to pale, and she turns around.

"We need to go see my Mom," she says. "I think your bite might've done a few things to me, but also," she points over her shoulder, "I think we caused a power outage."

Bella then explains a concept Regina mentioned a few nights ago. True love and all that lovely shit. Rosalie doesn't want to admit it, but she's terrified of facing Regina right now. She might be Isabella's Mom, but the woman is also the Evil Queen and the Mayor. Rosalie not only bit her daughter, but she also caused a town-wide power outage.

She's going to kill me.

Emmerson doesn't know if there's anything better than watching Regina orgasm. He memorizes each aspect of the moment until Regina slumps forward on his chest. That's when Emmerson notices how dark everything is. Regina's clock is out, as are the lights in the hall. Regina lifts her head, and she notices the same thing as him.

"Shit," Regina sighs.

"Did- what is that?"

"Magical backlash, probably. I can still sense it, and we probably caused the outage as well," Regina groans.

Emmerson sits forward just a little to look out of the window and curses.

"Fuck," he says. "I have to go."

Regina rolls over, and Emmerson scrambles from the bed. He runs out of the room in shorts and a sports bra, not that she cares. He'll be ready when he's ready. Regina summons leggings and one of Emmerson's shirts. He comes back into the room, now dressed in his uniform, and he spots her dressed. His eyes light up when he sees his shirt, but then he frowns.

"Where are you going?"

"To check on Bella," she says.

"No need. We're already here."

Regina and Emmerson turn when Bella steps into the room while Rosalie hovers in the background. Bella cocks her head and stares at her Mother, almost as if she knows what happened in the room. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Bella's hair slips away from her neck, and Regina sees the bite mark. She turns on Rosalie, who steps back with a wince.

"Miss Hale! I explicitly warned you not to bite my child!"

"Watch how you speak to her," Bella snaps.

Regina and Bella both blink in surprise at that, but Bella recovers first. She folds her arms and glares at Regina. Regina takes a second to calm down, to think it through, and she inhales deeply as her magic flares under her skin. Bella feels it, and she scowls in response. Regina glances at Emmerson meaningfully.

"You and Rosalie go check on the town."

The two blondes hurry from the room without a second glance. Regina turns back to her daughter, and her eyes flash purple in warning. Bella doesn't back down, her eyes flashing a deep red color, and tension builds between them.

"Have it your way, your Highness," Regina says stiffly.

Regina disappears first, and Bella follows after her. They reappear in a clearing on the outskirts of town on opposite sides.

It's the Queen versus the Princess. Red and purple sparks crackles from their fingertips, and Bella crouches low to the ground.

"Ready when you are, your Majesty," Bella mocks.