This chapter is for Guest with a prompt concerning Jennifer's new haircut. I had no idea she even got her hair cut, but I just looked and it's super cute!
"I want to try something new," Emma said, playing with her hair. "After everything that's happened, I want something new."
"You could just get new clothes," Ruby said, looking at Emma in the mirror.
Emma rolled her eyes. "I don't need you to change my mind, I need you to cut my hair."
"Suit yourself," Ruby said, shrugging. "Just so you know, I'm not an actual hair stylist. So if this turns out horribly, it's your own fault for trusting me."
Emma laughed. "It's a risk I'm willing to take. "Now cut my hair already."
"I'm home!" Emma called, shutting the front door behind her. She wiped her shoes on the mat before taking them off and hanging up her jacket.
"Perfect timing," Regina said, walking out to the foyer to greet her. She froze and her jaw dropped in surprise upon seeing Emma's hair.
"Surprise," Emma said, laughing at Regina's expression.
"What did you do to your hair?" Regina asked, reaching out and touching the ends of Emma's hair. "You cut it all off."
"Not all of it," Emma said. "Don't be so dramatic."
"I thought you liked your hair long," Regina said.
Emma shrugged. "After all of the craziness that's been happening, I wanted to change something. My hair seemed like a good change."
"You could have just changed your clothing choices," Regina said.
Emma rolled her eyes. "That's what Ruby said."
Regina laughed. "I knew I liked her for a reason."
"Whatever," Emma said, pushing her away playfully. "Let's go eat."
Regina smiled as she sat on the deck reading. Emma and Henry were seeing who could climb the apple tree the fastest, and their laughter warmed her heart far more than she thought it would.
"You've got this ridiculous smile on your face," Emma teased, plopping down next to her. "What's making you so happy?"
"You," Regina said. "And Henry."
Emma smiled and leaned over to kiss Regina on her cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too," Regina said. "And your hair."
"Really?" Emma asked. "I thought you liked it long."
"I've grown to like it," Regina said, smiling. "You look good no matter what length your hair is."
Emma smiled. "Look at that. The Evil Queen is going soft."
Regina rolled her eyes. "Shut up."