"Mary- Mom, I think it's time that I tell you what's been going on for the past few days," Emma said as soon as she stepped foot into Mary Margaret's apartment, which also used to be her home as well. There was a faint smell of vanilla; Emma really missed it sometimes, considering the only smell that was in her new home was usually of apples and cinnamon, not that she didn't like that at all. But vanilla just seemed more.. innocent.
The teacher put on her best smile and lead her daughter to the couch, "And what is it? Does it have to do with you moving in with Regina?" She tried her hardest to hide the disappointment in her eyes. What would people say if Snow White's daughter was shacking up with the Evil Queen? Not too many good things, she thought.
"I- you know?" The blonde was a little taken aback. Maybe her mother really did have eyes in the back of her head, like all of the other foster parents before her.
"Of course I know, it was all Henry could talk about when he was in school earlier this week," Mary Margaret retorted, tipping her head some to fully look over Emma's face, her face changing right before her mother's eyes.
"Remind me to give that kid the worst wedgie when I go to leave," Emma laughed just a little bit, but stopped when she didn't see the teacher's expression change into a lighter one. "Okay, if you're mad at me or something, can you just yell at me?" She closed her eyes tightly, getting ready for whatever her mother was going to throw at her.
"Emma, you make it seem like I'm going to throw things at you. Knock it off."
And with that, Emma softed her position, opening her eyes once again, "Sorry, all of my foster parents used to bitch at me all the time, even for things I never did." She bought her fingers to her mouth and started chewing on her nails, not stopping until Mary Margaret reached up and pulled her hand away from her mouth.
"That's a filthy habit to start up," she commented, before smoothing over her hair and sitting up straighter, "Now, you know Regina isn't my favourite person in the world."
"I noticed."
The teacher only gave her a quick look meaning 'don't interrupt me while I'm talking to you' before continuing, "Are you sure she didn't just put some love potion into your food while you were over visiting Henry? I wouldn't put it past her, you know. She liked ripping people's hearts out, maybe she's going to do the same to you-"
"Mom-" Emma tried to interject, but the other woman just kept rambling on and on. Of course she liked that someone was actually taking her best interest to heart, but it was twenty eight years too late. The sheriff knew what she was doing, and she knew what Regina wasn't doing.
"-she wasn't called the 'Evil' Queen for nothing, you know; remember that she caused me to lose you for your whole lifetime, right?" The brunette's hands were pretty animate as she started talking a little faster, just wanting to burn into Emma's brain what she was getting into.
"Mom," she said again, grabbing Mary Margaret's hands, holding them tight, "I love her. She loves me. This is not some plot to kill me.. she makes me happy." Emma smiled some when she heard herself say those words, hearing them out loud made everything seem more official than moving personal objects into a house still too big even with three people. "Henry's happy that we're together, I just.. I want you and dad to be, too. I just want you both to be proud of me.."
"We already are, Emma."