This chapter is for Hypnotoad76 with the prompt: "Regina finds her first grey hair and Emma teases her about getting older. Later that day Emma mildly hurts her back doing something mundane, causing Regina to mock her in turn."

Please leave more prompts; I'm running out of ideas!

Emma knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you still alive in there?"

Regina laughed. "Yes, I'm still alive. I'll be out shortly."

"What's taking you so long?" Emma asked. "I know you value your beauty, but it never takes you this long to get out of the bathroom."

"Maybe I'm putting in some extra effort," Regina said.

"Or maybe you're hiding something," Emma said, opening the door.

"Emma Swan!" Regina protested. "What are you doing just barging in here? I could have been naked!"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Like I haven't seen you naked before."

Regina blushed. "Touché."

"So what's taking you so long?" Emma asked again. "You look completely ready to me, and we have to get going if we're going to make it to my parents' house on time."

Regina sighed. "Do we have to go?"

"Yes," Emma said. "We have to help them."

Since Neal was getting older, and another baby was on the way, Snow and David had sold their little apartment, and were moving to a bigger house on the outskirts of town. Their hope was that being out there would save them from getting into any more trouble. Emma just thought it was too far away for help to get to them easily.

"So your pregnant mother can fight off the Wicked Witch, but can't lift a few boxes?" Regina asked.

Emma rolled her eyes. "You're rather stubborn this morning."

"I'm always stubborn," Regina said, smirking. "And you love me for it."

"I do," Emma admitted. "But, back to the conversation at hand. What the heck is taking you so long in here if you're ready to go?"

Regina sighed. "This." She reached up and pointed to her hair.

Emma squinted and looked at the spot where Regina was pointing. "I don't see anything. What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"The grey hair," Regina said. She turned her head and found it, pulling it not too gently from her head. "I just saw it this morning, and I just kept staring at it. You know what a grey hair means?"

"That you're getting old," Emma teased. "You cute old lady, you."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

"I know," Emma said, kissing her cheek. "Stop worrying about it. You still look beautiful no matter what color your hair is."

"Sure I do," Regina grumbled.

Emma chuckled before leaving the bathroom. "Come on, we have to get going. You need a cane to make it down the stairs?"

Regina glared at Emma's retreating form before following her. "Not. Funny."

"Why do you guys have so many boxes?" Emma asked, following David into the apartment.

David shrugged. "No idea. You'd have to ask your mother. I just moved in after the curse broke. All of this stuff was here."

"Actually, you'd have to ask Regina," Snow said, walking into the room. "The apartment came with the curse. I have no idea where all of this stuff came from."

Regina walked in at that moment, stopping when she saw Emma and her parents staring at her. "What? I swear I didn't do anything."

"We didn't think you did," Snow said quickly. "We were just wondering where all of this stuff came from. After all, you must have done the decorating when the curse was enacted."

Regina shrugged. "I planned it to slightly resemble your room as a child."

Snow looked around the apartment, and found that Regina was right. All of the designs were close to what her room as a child had looked like. With a lot less pink of course.

David cleared his throat. "We should start moving some of these boxes. The couple moving in said they wanted to get settled this afternoon."

"Who bought this place anyway?" Emma asked, walking over to pick up a box.

David smiled. "Ashley. Said that she wanted a place that was owned by us to raise her daughter in."

"And the Snow White and Prince Charming fan club lives on," Regina mumbled.

Emma snorted as she walked by with the box she was carrying. "Play nice."

Regina just smiled and picked up a box of her own, carrying it down after Emma. Emma placed her box in the moving van before taking Regina's and placing it in as well. She felt a slight pull in her back and winced, straightening up and stretching.

"Are you okay?" Regina asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Emma said, rubbing her lower back. "I must have pulled something putting those boxes in."

Regina smirked. "What?" Emma asked.

"Oh, nothing," Regina said, turning and walking back to the apartment.

"Regina," Emma whined, following after her.

"I was just thinking is all," Regina said.

"About what?" Emma asked, catching up to her.

Regina looked over at her with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Who's the old lady now?"