I am so behind on this story. Writing this chapter on 25/05, now 6 days into my summer break. I have literally spent a week ironing, working and babysitting, and after Monday, I am hesitant to write. It's now almost 11pm, I have been up since 6:30 am so I figured another chapter.


April 2nd 2017

Emma had looked carefully for a flower that would convey exactly the regret she felt for her actions the previous day, and had paid Mr French extra so he would keep his shop open an hour longer than he usually would on a Sunday. Having been hiding out in a room at Granny's, she'd decided to return back to Mifflin after Regina's final email, and beg her girlfriend not to give up on them just yet.

When she'd opened the door, Emma had tried to stop her smile at how beautiful her girlfriend looked in her gym gear, the only comfortable outfits the brunette would allow herself to wear. She didn't want Regina to think she was happy, and so instantly schooled her features to try and convey her apology.

When nothing had been said, she held out the flower she had picked, biting her lip at how nervous she suddenly felt about the situation.

"Hi."

The loud bang of the door slamming in her face was enough to make her stumble back a few steps. She stood, shocked twisting the flower in her fingers for a second before he stepped back up to the door and knocked.

"Gina, please, just let me explain…" She continued to knock until she heard footsteps behind the door, and hesitated as the door was pulled open, this time her teenage son at the other side.

"Ma, listen… Mom… she's really hurt right now. You disappeared for over 24 hours after she basically handed her heart to you on a plate… I think it would be best if you go back to wherever you were and just give her some time. I'll call you when it's a good time for you to come over.

"Wait, kid… your mom invited me. She said I could join you, and I'm not leaving here until I've spoken to her…"

Henry simply shrugged, turning away from his younger mother before closing the door behind him. With a sigh, the blonde plopped herself down on the front step, her back to the wall, laying the flower beside her. She figured she'd give the brunette a little time and then try again.

It was only ten minutes later when there was another knock on the door, and Henry stood almost instantly, telling his mother he'd handle it. Regina smiled warmly at her thoughtful son and shook her head, standing too. "I can sort it, you carry on watching the movie…"

She almost wrenched the door open, glaring at who she figured would be the blonde on the doorstep. She faltered as she noticed the pizza delivery boy stood next to said blonde who was sat on the doorstep, looking between the women. Emma looked up at Regina who was flustered, watching her as she paid the delivery boy and took the pizzas off him, and didn't drop her gaze as angry brown eyes met her remorseful gaze. The sheriff opened her mouth to speak but was stopped as the mayor spoke, her tone harsh.

"Go away Emma."

The door closed in her face again, and a nauseous feeling settled in the younger woman's stomach, the sound of the deadlock echoing in her head. She hadn't imagined that it would be this difficult to apologise. She stood, her back already sore from the uncomfortable position and knocked one more time on the door. She knew no one would answer, and so simply called through, knowing they would be listening.

"Gina please… I'm sorry! I'm not leaving here until you speak to me…"

When no reply came, and there was no noise on the other side of the door, Emma pulled her jacket tighter around herself, walking down to her bug. She found what she was looking for in the trunk, a blanket and an umbrella in case of rain, and rummaged around in the glove compartment for some snacks Henry may have left. She found a box of raisins and a cereal bar along with a can of his favourite grape soda, and that was all. She carried it back to the front of 108 and settled on the step, the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

If Regina wouldn't open the door for her, she would do what she said, and not leave until she did.


So I have an idea for tomorrow's chapter, which if I don't write now, I will probably forget, so you might get another chapter before I go to bed tonight.