Tiny one just so there's something I can work with.
May 19th 2017
Regina had booked a table at a restaurant but had informed Emma that she was in no way obligated to attend. They both knew the month had been difficult for the whole family and Emma had barely left the house. She'd been in hospital an additional four days after a post-operative seizure and after a total of ten days in the hospital, she had then spent the next few weeks at home, barely leaving her room, let alone the house, while Henry and Regina tried their best to help her in any way they could. She was bored, in pain and it made her angry, and after the one time the former sheriff had yelled at the teen after a particularly hard day, Regina had yelled back at her, informing her that she was only allowed to take out her frustration on her fiancée, not their son. The mood swings seemed to die down after that, and the blonde began to make more of an effort to talk to Regina instead of ignoring the issues.
On the 21st day since Emma's surgery, Regina returned to work and left her fiancée home alone, at least while Henry was at school. Snow and Charming had both made the arrangements to be able to leave work and go and help their daughter in the unlikely event she called them.
Thirty two days after the surgery, Regina returned home from work to find Emma sat in the hallway in the wicker chair, an impulse buy of Emma's that Regina hated, but pretended to love, wearing a demure navy blue dress, her hair curled and styled to cover her scar, and her makeup light. She stood as Regina closed the door behind her and spun in a circle so she could see her full outfit. Regina's answering smile was bright, and she slipped off her heels, leaning up to kiss the blonde before running upstairs to change.
Emma wasn't waiting long before Regina came back downstairs. She'd changed, from her work power suit to a sleeveless red number, her lipstick matching exactly and was carrying her heels as she took the steps two at a time. The brunette grinned up at her girlfriend as she skidded to a stop in front of her, biting her lip in childish excitement at the prospect of a date with the woman she loved. Emma shook her head in mirth, watching her as she bent forward to slip her shoes on. She made no effort to hide the blatant ogling of her fiancée's backside as Regina stood back up straight, catching her staring. With a wink, she took her hand and made towards the door.
The journey was short, and the meal was romantic, and after a couple of hours, the couple were walking out of the restaurant hand in hand. Emma was unsurprisingly to Regina, feeling more refreshed being out in the fresh air. She had asked before dessert if Regina would like to go for a walk after the meal and the brunette had agreed enthusiastically. They walked hand in hand, talking about Henry's upcoming birthday, their wedding, the likelihood of Emma returning to work any time soon, until they were just walking in silence, both comfortable with that. They found a bench and sat close together, watching the fireflies as the sky darkened. The conversation turned to idle town gossip, the couple both happy to just talk about nothing, things more normal than they had been in a long time.
As twilight turned to dusk, the air became too cold for them to sit comfortably. Emma, being able to manage cold temperatures since her childhood in draughty group homes, was fine, but Regina began to shiver. Emma noticed, and pulled Regina closer into her side. They stood at the same time, both having the same idea to begin their walk home, though Emma stopped a few steps from the bench. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, squeezing her fiancée's hand as she twisted her wrist. The air buzzed for a moment, and then the blonde's favourite red leather appeared in her free hand.
She opened her eyes and released the breath she had been holding. Regina was gaping at her, and they both grinned at the same time, nonsensically happy for something that was at one time, an everyday occurrence.
"Emma… your magic is back…"
