I have had so many great ideas in the last 24 hours and I am stuck writing this pile of crap that no one really cares about :')


May 22nd 2017

By the time Emma got up on Monday morning, the house was empty. She quickly text Henry a good luck on his English final, and made herself a coffee as she logged onto her laptop. She searched through her files to find where she'd been keeping the online version of her diary and began to add to it.

My darling Gina

For some reason, I found it easy to write to you this way this past month. I just want to say to you, while I can, that I am sorry for the way I treated you while I was recovering. I feel as if I am improving quickly now, that once I got my magic back, I was more than halfway healed.

One day I will let you read this diary. And by the time you read this entry, you would have already read my recent entries from this last month. I hope it explains my behaviour. I just want to tell you I regret how I behaved, taking you and Henry for granted. I know I don't deserve you and I will work every day to prove to you I am worthy of being your wife, and Henry's ma.

Emma continued to write, not hearing the text come through on her phone, not realising her coffee had gone cold, not hearing first her cell phone, and then the barely-used landline in Regina's study ring, as she wrote and wrote, the pages adding to her journal

I have to be honest Gina, there were times when I honestly didn't know whether I would get my magic back. Whether I would wake up from the surgery to find out… I'm so glad I did, because now I get to do something I have wanted to do for longer than I care to admit, and that is, to marry you.

The thought of her upcoming nuptials with Regina caused the blonde to smile, and she saved her current entry, pulling up a new document to begin jotting down some wedding ideas. First, the list of things that needed to be done.

Best day of my life:

- DATE!

- Venue

- Reception

- Flowers

- Cake

- Dresses

- Bridesmaids – Belle/Red/Ella… Gina's?
- What do I do with mom?

- Music

- Ask Gina if we should just get a planner…

With a mental note to talk to Gina when she got home from work, she went back to her diary, planning to finish the entry before making herself some lunch.

Anyway. I guess there isn't much more to say. When you read this we'll be married, so I guess it doesn't matter if I write down the surprise I'm planning for you for the wedding…

"Emma!" The blonde jumped at the call of her name and turned, seeing Regina stood behind her, hand on hip, the purple tint dissipating around her, having clearly just poofed home.

"Gina, what the hell, you scared me! What are you doing home, it's like noon…"

"It's 2pm, and I got concerned when you didn't answer the phone…" She stepped closer to the blonde, trying to look at what had her fiancée so enthralled when she arrived. "What is that you're writing Emma?"

Emma's eyes widened as she turned back to the screen, quickly closing the document with her diary, moving so that her girlfriend could see the list she was making for the wedding. "Just making some notes, things we need to think about…" Regina glanced quickly over the list and nodded at each point, smirking a little at the point about Snow.

"Yes, we should get a planner. Now tell me what you were really doing…"


I CANT REMEMBER THE WORD FOR POOFED, OK! Plus I know this is stupid but I literally have two more weeks before I start my masters so I'm just trying to get something written.