A/N: I love having my phone spammed with all your reviews. It makes my heart happy that you are enjoying this story, that much. For that, I continued my writing and finished the next chapter. I was going to wait until tomorrow morning to post it up, but you guy's deserve this lol :) happy reading! Thank you for the endless love.

The elevator doors parted, and Emma walked into the familiar entrance of the penthouse. She had stayed up all night, weighing her pros and cons on accepting this job. Henry was her biggest pro. She wanted to do better, be better for her son. And okay, maybe caring for this woman wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. But, she promised herself not to stare. At least not too hard.

Zelena sighed at the sight of Emma. God, she had forgotten she was even coming back.

"I'm back," Emma smiled, waving.

"Ms. Swan," the woman nodded curtly. "There's really no need for you to be here, I'll sign your paper and you can be on your way." She held out her hand.

Emma shook her head, "There's no need. I'm taking the job."

Zelena glared at her. "Frankly, Ms. Swan, I don't think you are what I am looking for in a life auxiliary."

"Your sister seems to think differently." Emma grinned.

"Why don't you just give me your paper and save yourself this embarrassment?"

"Because I really need this job. I mean, sure, it's far, but if you could throw in like a bus pass- that'd be great."

"A bus bass?" Her brow furrowed.

"I have to get here, don't I?" Emma's brows raised.

Zelena chuckled, "Ms. Swan, this is a live-in position."

Once again, her brows raised. "You mean…?"

"Yes. Yes, Ms. Swan. You are to be with Ms. Mills at all times." Zelena shuffled through a few papers she carried in her arm, pulling out a sheet for Emma to look at. "Now, your salary."

Emma read through the paper quickly, seeing the amount at the bottom. $20,000. Her eyes grew wider than Zelena's had yesterday. "Is that a month?"

"Per week."

Emma's mouth fell to the floor. Oh, she was taking this job now, and she would become so good at it that this woman will fall in love with her. Okay, maybe not in love but she will definitely like her.

"If you'll follow me, please, I'll show you around." Zelena walked ahead, looking over her shoulder. "And please, don't steal anything."

"Oh, are you kidding? I'm already staking the place out."

Zelena halted, glaring at the blonde, not at all amused at what she hoped was a joke.

"It was a joke." Emma tucked her hands inside her pockets.

"Hilarious." Zelena shook her head, muttering to herself but loud enough that Emma could still hear. "Why my sister hired you is beyond me."

"Maybe it was my charming personality."

Zelena's eyes scanned the blonde from head to toe, glancing over her shoulder quickly. "Charming wouldn't be the word I'd use, Ms. Swan." She entered the kitchen area, where cooks were cooking up a storm. "These are the cooks. Mrs. Lucas and her husband, Mr. Lucas. They live here, too."

Emma smiled and waved at the cooks. This woman had her own personal cooks? Wow. Talk about rich.

"Through here is the hallway, you will notice a few ramps have been installed, for easy travel for Regina. She needs to get around." Zelena motioned toward the floor ramps that had been installed since her accident.

Emma's eyes looked around in awe at the penthouse. The kitchen wasn't very big, but it was nice, all marbled. The floors inside the hallway were made of wood, the walls were a dark blue color, and frames decorated each space. Emma would have stopped to glance at the pictures, but she was trying to keep up with Zelena to even dare to look.

"You can walk around if you wish at night time, Regina goes to sleep early most nights." Zelena looked over her shoulder again. "You don't sleep naked, do you?"

Emma blinked. Was she serious? "Only if my clothes shrink." She joked.

Zelena remained serious, digging through her purse next. "Now, this part is important, so do remember this." She held out a device that looked as flat as a smartphone, but really it was a device that would alert her if Regina had trouble breathing or would allow her to hear her at night. "You are to keep this with you at all times. Think of it as Regina's lifeline. You can't be without it."

Emma took the device from the woman's hand, tucking it inside her jacket pocket. "Check."

"Keep in mind, Ms. Swan, that I will be watching you closely. You'll have three strikes," she held up three fingers as she said this. "Anything I see that you do wrong or if anything is out of line, that will count as a strike and I will fire you."

"You know baseball?" She asked, shocked that someone like Zelena even cared about any sports at all.

The redhead gave a curt nod, "I do."

"So, you'll be my referee?"

"Umpire."

Emma grinned. "Just testing you."

God, help me. "Do you have any questions?" She asked Emma.

"Why are you so angry?" Emma asked.

"Trust me. You'll know when I'm angry." Zelena kept up her walking down the hallway.

Emma grinned. "What, do I scare you?"

The woman stopped, turning to face Emma, her eyes locked. "Frankly, yes. You do, Ms. Swan. There are a few people I trust to be around my sister and you will never be one of them. Follow me," Zelena pushed open a door after turning the knob. She stepped aside, allowing Emma to step in. "This will be your room."

Emma's lips parted in awe of the room. It was big enough for her to pace around in. There was a bed right by the wall, full sized it looked like, the walls were a dark blue and it was well furnished with black wooden furniture. Her own plasma tv on top of a tv-stand right at the foot of the bed. There was a white carpet made entirely of fur that coated almost the entire wooden floor below her feet. It was so clean, she almost wanted to remove her shoes before stepping in. It even had a drawer where she would be able to store some of her clothes and it's own bathroom. Plus a giant window that gave her a good view of the city.

"You have your own bathroom, complete with a shower. Regina's room is just down the hall, right next door." Zelena's eyes watched Emma carefully as she looked out the bedroom window in awe. "I'll just… go see if she's ready for you." She walked away cautiously. She was afraid Emma would steal something. She didn't trust her, and her sister's judgement was beginning to become questionable for her.

Emma's eyes fell on the bed, its sheets white and covers a dark blue to match the walls. She placed her hand on the mattress, pushing it down before sitting right on it. Wow. This was as comfortable unlike anything she's ever been on. Ever. Her ass was thanking her right now just for sitting on it. The blonde couldn't help but lie back for just a short moment, at least until the wicked witch of the west came back to get her.

As if on cue, Zelena came into what would be Emma's bedroom, her brow furrowed at the sound of light snoring. Her head cocked to one side as she entered the room. Is she asleep? She stood before the passed out blonde, her hands on her hips. "Ms. Swan?" She called out, to which Emma's snoring became a little louder. "Mrs. Swan!" Her voice raised an octave, unsuccessfully waking her up.

It wasn't until Zelena tapped repeatedly and very loudly against the night side table, causing Emma to practically jump out of the bed. Her green eyes wide.

"I was… just resting my eyes."

Zelena glared. "Follow me, please. And do try to stay alert."

Nessun Dorma by Luciano Pavarotti was playing at high volume somewhere within Regina's bedroom. She was lying in her bed, still in her purple silk pajamas and looking up at the ceiling. She never cared for anyone to see her like this, but with Emma here, she wasn't quite sure why she felt a little embarrassed, almost hoping she could move.

"Alexa. Lower music." Said the brunette, and the music lowered to a more tolerable volume.

Emma didn't mind loud music. Just not this one.

"What's he saying?" Emma nodded upward toward the ceiling, since that's where the music seemed to be coming from.

"Nessun Dorma. No one's sleeping."

"How can anybody sleep, when he's shouting that way?" Asked Emma, her eyes connecting with Regina's as she laid in bed.

"Regina," Zelena stepped in. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Now, Ms. Swan, I'll need you to transfer her out of her bed and into her chair."

Emma gawked at the wicked witch. "You want me to pick her up?"

"Yes. Yes, pick her up." She resists the urge to roll her eyes.

Alright, Swan. Game face. This should be easy enough. Right. If it was so easy, then why the hell was she so nervous? Emma walked up to the woman's bed, she could feel Regina's eyes trained on her, which made her even more nervous but she grabbed a hold of one leg, then the other and slowly moved them out to the edge of the bed. Her arms wrapped around the woman's waist, giving her nose access to a sniff of the woman's perfume against her hair and shoulder. Did she put perfume on? Who does that so early in the morning? Unless they're going out.

All of Regina's senses from her body might be dead, maybe it was her mind. They did say the mind was the most powerful of tools of all. But, she could swear Emma sniffed her, if feeling it wasn't a possibility, her sense of hearing it sure was. Good thing she decided on her best perfume. Zelena called her crazy for even applying it this early in the morning, but she wanted to make a good impression.

Emma pulled the brunette up and off the bed, easily transferring her from the bed to her chair, raising her up a bit to sit her down. I did it! She deserved a gold star for how easy that was. Emma stepped back with a proud smile on her face, her eyes on Zelena.

Zelena's eyes bulged out of her head, "The buckle! Buckle!" She shouted, rushing over to her sister who was tilting over and almost falling out of the chair.

Emma reached over, her eyes wide in fear. While the vein in Zelena's forehead was reaching its limit.

"You have to buckle her," Zelena hissed, showing her each strap that was on each side of the chair, snapping each clip together. "This must be strapped at all times." She sighed, her eyes looking over at her sister who sat quietly through all this.

Judging from the look her sister was giving her, she knew this would lead to another fight later. But she didn't care. Hard to believe, but this was the most fun she's had in a long time.

"Now," Zelena motions toward a bowl of yogurt, granola and fruit inside of it. All placed in a tray near her bedside table. "After you've transferred her to her chair, every morning, it will be your job to feed her breakfast. Do you think you're capable of doing that?"

Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the woman. "Yeah."

"Regina, I have to go make a few calls. Will you be alright?"

Regina rolled her eyes. "Zelena, I'm fine."

She glared at her sister, but didn't argue any further and quietly walked out of the brunette's bedroom, throwing the blonde a warning glare beforehand.

Emma nodded toward the direction of the bedroom door. "She's a real charmer, isn't she?" She asked Regina. Glad to be alone with the good one of the family.

"You get used to her." Replied Regina.

"Yeah? I don't think I ever could. Then again, I always grew up alone." Emma moved toward the bedroom window, amazed at the view of the city. This bedroom was clearly the biggest one in the entire penthouse.

"I wonder why," Regina's tone was sarcastic. Her eyes remained on the blonde, watching her explore her bedroom with awed curiosity. "But, you have a son? As I recall."

Emma nodded, looking at the stack of books on the woman's bookshelf. "Yep, and he isn't exactly my biggest fan right now." Her eyes landed on a small 4x8 painting. It contained two blue brush strokes. Rich people and their art. She would never understand what was so special about it. "Maybe he and your sister should meet. He'd like her, I'm sure." She joked.

Regina resisted the urge to chuckle, but she remained observing the blonde from across the room. The woman was attractive, and from the looks of her she had a good figure, somewhere underneath that hideous leather jacket of hers. Her hair was wavy today, which Regina liked to look at. Too much, if she was being honest.

"Hm," Emma hummed, glancing up at another undoubtedly art piece that rich people hung on their ceiling. It made her think of a wind chime, only this one looked like water waves. She reached up, lightly banging one with her index finger, expecting it to move.

"Please," Regina closed her eyes for a short moment. "Don't touch that. It's more fragile than it looks."

"Isn't it a mobile?"

"No." Regina blinked.

"Is it expensive?"

"Very. I'd like my breakfast now, please."

This is what she hated most about being paralyzed. That she couldn't feed herself and not feel like a child herself that needed to be fed. Goddamn accident. It was her fault, and she hated herself for it more and more every day. There wasn't a day she didn't regret going out that rainy day.

"Sorry." Emma walked up toward the bowl, glancing down at it with a frown on her brow. She picked up a spoonful of some yogurt with… she had no idea what fruit that was. "What's this?"

"That is a kumquat." The brunette informed her, already regretting hiring her. She was like a big child.

"A kumquat?" Emma's eyes gave a questionable look, shaking her head at Regina's nod. Rich people and their foods.

Regina opened her mouth as the spoon was brought near her mouth, taking in the spoonful of her breakfast. She looked down the same time Emma did as a drop of yogurt landed right on her chest.

"Well, shit. Sorry." Emma quickly wiped away the drop of yogurt with a piece of napkin, smearing the rest of it on the brunette's pajamas. She clanked the spoon against the bowl in a nervous habit, her eyes finding brown ones staring back at her, waiting. "So, do you blast that ear bleeding music just to piss her off?"

"Zelena?" Regina couldn't hold back a tiny smirk from stretching across her lips. "In part."

"Is that why you hired me? To piss her off more." Emma still wondered.

Regina remained silent, her eyes looking up into Emma's. "Could I have some more, please?" She changed the subject.

This time, Emma picked up a heavier spoonful of yogurt that when she shoved it into Regina's mouth, some of it coated the brunette's lips, one drop in particular was slowly making its way down the edge of her mouth.

Regina glared at her in silence as Emma pretended not to notice. "You do realize I can feel that, don't you?"

Emma reached for another napkin, quickly wiping the brunette's mouth a little too nervously. Truth was, Emma noticed. Oh, she noticed and she did not want to use a napkin to clean that up. She cursed herself for even having these thoughts about the woman who was paying her $20,000 per week. Head out of the gutter, Swan. Head out of the gutter. There's no way she would ever be interested in a lost cause like you. "More?" She held up another spoonful.

"And spoil the horror that awaits me?" Regina replied sarcastically. "I think I'll rest a moment, if you don't mind."

Emma placed the bowl down against the breakfast tray in silence.

"Have you ever taken care of anyone?" The brunette was curious to know.

"Myself. Although… not this good." She chuckled, eyeing the brunette's bedroom. "Are you as rich as a famous person would be?"

"No. Richer."

Emma whistled, her brows lifted up to her hairline.

"Money doesn't buy everything."

The blonde chuckled, picking up another spoonful of yogurt to feed to Regina. Her head abruptly turned to the sound of the bedroom door opening, her sight landing a slim, tall, beautiful brunette with a red streak in her hair walking in. She wore tight jeans, and a red flannel on top of a black tank top.

"Hello, it looks like it does to me. Nessun Dorma, now," She placed the bowl back down on the tray, her eyes not moving away from the other brunette that looked even sexier as she began to remove her flannel shirt from her body. "I'm Emma." She extended her hand.

"Ruby," the girl smiled, shaking the blonde's hand in return. "I'm her PT."

Regina felt something build up inside of her. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. At least that answered her question toward the blonde's preference. Maybe her son's father wasn't in the picture.

"Your husband's okay with Victoria Secret here dressing you?" Emma asked, nodding her head toward Ruby.

"I'm not married."

Her eyes fell on the woman's wedding band. "You have a ring on."

"My wife passed away." You forgot to mention the part about killing her. Ugh, now her insides were turning even more.

Shit. Smooth, Swan, real smooth. Emma stood in between both women, feeling awkward and pretty stupid.

Ruby cleared her throat, her eyes shifting from Emma to Regina. "Shall we get started?"