Happy really late Thanksgiving! It's not really Thanksgiving anymore, but this day was supposed to be on Thanksgiving. :)
"You guys ready to go?" Emma asked as she came downstairs. "We need to get going or Snow and David are going to get concerned that we're not coming at all."
Henry just looked at her in confusion. "Mom isn't downstairs yet. I thought she was with you."
"She said she was going to come down and make sure you were ready to go," Emma said. She and Henry both groaned. Regina had fooled them.
"Why would she try to throw us off?" Henry asked. "She's getting along with Snow and David now."
Emma shrugged. "No idea. You call them and tell them that we're running late, I'm going to see if I can find her."
Henry nodded and pulled out his phone. Emma sighed before leaving the room. The only other time that Regina had done this was when she didn't want to go to a party that Snow and David were having. That had been about crowds. What was this going to be?
Regina had a hiding spot in the house that only Emma knew about. Henry had almost found it once, so Regina had sealed it with blood magic. But as she and Emma found out, Savior magic plus True Love was stronger than blood magic.
Emma climbed the ladder to the attic and smiled slightly as she saw Regina sitting on a box playing with her wedding ring.
"What's going on?" Emma asked, sitting on a box next to Regina.
Regina shrugged. "Nothing. Just don't feel like going."
"Don't do that," Emma said. "Come on, what's wrong? You never hide on Henry and I like this unless you're desperate not to do something."
Regina sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "I don't like the idea of feasting."
"What do you mean?" Emma asked.
"Eating large quantities of food," Regina said. "I don't like that Thanksgiving has an expectation that you're going to stuff yourself silly and then spend time as a family. I can't stuff myself like that."
"No one is asking you to," Emma said. "But why would that be a problem?"
Regina winced. "I'm sure you can guess."
"Cora," Emma said.
Regina nodded. "I was never allowed very much food. All of my portions were monitored so that I never got to a weight that she didn't like. I fit into all of my dresses though."
Emma reached over and grabbed her hand. "I'm not going to force you to eat. But trust me when I say that you can still go today and just eat a normal portion of food."
"I can?" Regina asked. "And that wouldn't be odd?"
"Not at all," Emma said. "Now come on, my parents are going to get impatient."
"And we wouldn't want that to happen," Regina said, standing up with Emma. She went to leave the attic, but Emma grabbed her arm to stop her.
"No matter what you look like, I will always love you," Emma said. "Whether you're 120 or 220, you will always be the woman I love."
Regina smiled and kissed Emma deeply. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Emma said. "Now let's go eat some turkey."