Emma gently knocked on the on the door that led to the woman's 'lair'. She waited for the familiar voice, allowing her to enter.
'Hey' Emma said softly, gently closing the door and taking her usual spot in the couch.
'Good morning Emma. How are you today?' Regina asked, gathering her notebook and pen to join Emma on the couch area.
The session was well underway with Emma pouring her heart out and Regina writing down the important parts she considered worthy of noting. Emma continued to babble through the commotion she could hear outside, slightly turning her head to the door before back to Regina.
'Sorry Emma -' Regina began but was cut off sharply as her office door bursted open, allowing a tall, muscular man to enter with a small screaming child. The man looked flush, completely out of his depth with a child no older than 3 at most. The small boy was draped in a navy blue blanket with his bare feet dangling from the bottom. He looked uncomfortable as he continued to cry in the mans awkward hold.
'Regina, you've got to take him! I can't think! He won't shut up!' The man exclaimed thrusting the boy into the brunettes arms who was now standing, looking mortified.
'Emma I'm so sorry, will you excuse me for a moment?' Regina asked but didn't wait for an answer. Emma almost replied but was silenced by the closing of the heavy door.
'Rob you can't just barge in here whilst I'm working! I'm with a client don't you understand what my job is?!' Regina whispered harshly to the man standing across from her in the hallway. She cooed her child and tried to soothe his tears.
'I'm sorry Regina but I have a job too! Ever since he got that ear infection he hasn't been the same and to be quite Frank, I can't fucking think!' He replied angrily, gritting his teeth.
Regina looked up at the man she thought she married.
'What has gotten into you? He is sick Robin!' Regina tried to reason but the man took a deep breath before turning on his heels, dropping the small baby bag from his shoulder and making it for the exit.
Regina watched him go as she contained to cradle her sick child, wrapped tightly in his blanket silently blinking up at his mother. She glanced down and smiled. Her heart was so full, no matter what Robin said or did, Henry always made her feel better.
The brunette picked up the bag and slung it over her shoulder before quickly walking down the corridor and to the small but Devine staff room across the reception. She spotted the red head sitting by the coffee machine.
'Z. Can you watch Henry for a moment?'
'And then she came in and apologised and asked to reschedule' Emma explained across the bar to the brunette drinking a martini.
'God! What a shit show!' Ruby laughed, slamming her hand onto the surface she sat at.
Emma nodded. 'I didn't realise she had a kid though. Poor guy, he looked pretty sick...'
'Dude. The guy sounds like a dick!' Killian chirped in as he passed the blonde with a empty pint glass heading for the tap.
'Yeah, he looked it' Emma scoffed. Her attention quickly drew to the double buzz in her back pocket.
'Hey, can I take my break?' Emma asked the Englishman pouring the golden been next to her.
'Uh, yeah. Twenty but I need you back for the rush' He smiled with a wink.
Emma nodded before saying her farewell to Ruby and heading out the back of the bar and to her small bug parked in the darkest part of the car park. She pulled out her phone to see a text from an unknown number. She frowned and opened it curiously.
Emma, it's Regina Mills. I got your number through the data base, I hope you don't mind. I wanted to apologise again for what happened during our session the other day. I'd like to make it up to you with a coffee or a lunch at some point? I hope you're well.
R.
Emma read the message again to make sure she got everything. The blonde felt bad. It wasn't the brunettes fault her husband has no respect. She thought of what to reply for a minute.
Was this allowed? Wasn't their relationship supposed to be strictly professional? Hell who even said this wasn't professional? Emma was confused. She knew she was highly attracted to the therapist. She had been since the moment she laid her green eyes on chocolate. Wait, why was she thinking like this? It's just coffee.
Hi. No need to apologise. I totally understand. I'm free tomorrow?
Emma locked her phone and waited a reply anxiously.
12 okay?
That's fine. See you tomorrow.
Emma pulled her trust bugup onto the curb and leaned down in order to see under her sun visor at the small but beautiful cafe in front of her.
The building was built with pitch black bricks, covered in dark mossy vine sprouting white a cream roses all over the place. A small bunch of round black tables sat outside with matching coloured chairs and white roses with a candle standing in the middle of each.
Emma shut off the engine and grabbed her cell from the passenger seat. She walked slowly up the pavement scanning every face she could see at the cafe until she finally found the one she wanted.
'Hi' Emma smiled softly as she walked up to the brunette, already seated.
'Emma! Hi! Please sit!' Regina beamed, offering the chair opposite with the move of a well manicured hand.
Emma sat and slid in comfortably under the small table, being careful not to touch the woman across from her.
'Thank you for meeting me. I feel so awful about the other day' Regina admitted, looking into Emma's eyes.
'Don't. Honestly' Emma reassured before nodding to the tall male waited approaching her.
'A flat white please...Regina?' Emma asked, as the man stood waiting.
'A black coffee please, no sugar.' She replied flatly, not taking her eyes or attention from the blonde.
Emma noticed the cold shoulder and frowned for a second before quickly smiling to the waiter and turning her attention back to the brunette.
'I wouldn't have guessed you had a child' Emma said abruptly, trying anything for a conversation.
'Oh yes, Henry. He is a sweetheart' Regina smiled warmly, the coldness evaporating.'His father however..' Regina rolled her eyes, Emma smirked.
'How old is he?' Emma asked.
'35. Three years my senior, he was a friend of my-'
'I actually meant Henry...' Emma admitted awkwardly.
'Oh' Regina laughed. 'He's 2. Just turned.'
'That must be fun. I hear kids are assholes at 2' Emma laughed, hoping Regina wouldn't be offended.
'I'd agree but my Henry is very good. He just keeps getting sick a lot recently and Robin can't handle it' Regina sighed.
'Why? Isn't he his father?' Emma asked the obvious.
'Of course, he just didn't expect children and when I fell pregnant, I didn't have the heart to have an abortion. We fell apart abit but something changed within him. Or so I thought it had, until it gets hard he's a brilliant father' Regina explained.
Emma reached forward and gently touched the woman's hand across from her.
'It shouldn't be down to you to make sure Henry gets what he needs.A kid needs two parents. Take it from me' Emma pressed, knowing Regina would get the last part.
'Enough about me, I'm sorry. This is turning into a therapy session for me!' Regina laughed embarrassed.
' don't be silly, express yourself whenever you need to.' Emma smiled, holding Reginas gaze a little longer than appropriate.
'A flat white?'
'Uh that's me' Emma said, breaking her gaze and relaxing backwards into the chair to allow the waiter to place her coffee down. She took a long awaited sip and smiled.
'Damn. That's a good coffee.' Emma smiled looking to Regina who was smiling back.
'This is my favourite place to come. I usually read over in that corner there' Regina pointed behind Emma to a cozy spot filled with pillows and blankets around a small in ground fire pit.
'That looks cozy' Emma almost drooled.
'It is' Regina smiled over her coffee.
Emma caught her gaze, brushing off what she thought was a sliver or darkness run through those familiar chocolate orbs.
'That'll be 10 dollars' Emma smiled to the lady across the bar.
She quickly accepted the 10 dollar bill from the woman and headed over the the cashier till where she deposited the money and returned to take the next order.
'Emma!' A familiar voice called over the beaming music and voices from around the popular bar.
'Regina? What're you doing here?' Emma asked, stunned to see the normally, professional woman letting lose in the bar.
'I'm with a friend. It's her birthday' Regina shouted with a smile, leaning over the bar showing off her chest. Maybe more than she expected.
'What can I get for you?' The blonde smiled.
'Do you have any cider?' The brunette asked.
'Sure, what's your flavour?' Emma asked casually, Cooley.
'Apple! Two if you have them' Regina smiled happily. Emma nodded and headed up the bar to the fridge. She smiled to herself at the clear intoxication of the brunette as she popped both lids to the ciders and headed back down the bar. Placing the bottle on the side she asked Regina if she's like a glass to which the woman replied No with a devilish grin.
'How much do I owe you?' Regina asked, filtering through her snake skinned purse.
'It's my treat. Enjoy your night' Emma smiled pushed the woman's purse back towards her cleavage.
'You sweetheart' Regina winked before tucking her purse under her arm and grabbing the bottles and turning away, worming her way through the crowd of drunk men dancing and singing alone to the music.
Emma watched her go. Taking in every piece of her. Her attire was tighter than usual, a deep red dress that cut just above the knee and showing just enough cleavage to wonder for more. Her calf muscles moving as she took each stride in her tall black heels. And that ass...Emma couldn't resist running her eyes all over it as the woman got further and further until eventually, Emma lost her in the crowd.
'Sort your shit out swan'