Emma's POV
Regina and I enjoyed a few more cups of coffee and talked about Henry. I knew he was unhappy but I was going to change that. I also knew I couldn't let Regina try to poison me again. Though, when I walked up her driveway this morning there was a different look in her eyes. I'm guessing she remembered something from her past. Once the paperwork was done, I took my badge and started for the Mayor's office. "Come in." I walked in and Regina looked up from the papers on her desk. "Oh, hello Miss. Swan."
"Hi." I cracked the door behind me. "I have my paperwork for you." This time I'd be on time with the paperwork and better at my job.
"Thank you for bringing them down. Have a seat." I placed the file on her desk and took a seat in one of the small chairs.
"How are you doing Madame Mayor?" She raised a brow at me. I had to not talk to her like that. Regina folded her hands and watched me.
Regina's POV
Emma started to squirm when as I watched her. Does she realize I know who, well kind of, know who she really is? "Why do you look at me like that?"
"Like what?" Emma crossed her legs and tried not to fidget. I smirked. She wasn't going to make this easy.
"Like you know me. You act and speak like you've known me before. Which is interesting since I just met you yesterday." There was something she wasn't telling me. I could see the inward panic she was fighting.
"I just feel comfortable around you." My eyes narrowed.
"No one feels comfortable around me. Not even my own son." I could see her tighten her jaw. "Or should I say our son?" A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"He could be our son." Emma leaned forward on her elbows. "Go out with me tonight. Or let me cook for you." Emma's request caught me off guard. I barely knew the woman but at the same time I felt like I knew her.
Emma's POV
Oh God. The words came out before I could stop them. Regina's never going to say yes. Not with that look on her face. Damn it why do I always find a way to fuck stuff up? "My place at seven. How about the both of us cook? I don't trust anyone cooking alone in my kitchen." I smiled. I didn't care who cooked and who didn't. As long as I got to spend time with Regina that was enough for me.
"Sounds like a date." I stood and started for the door. "If there are any problems with the paperwork, you know where to find me." I was giddy and nervous at the same time. I had a date with Regina and luckily I had a little bit of foresight about what she liked and didn't like. Red roses, Miscatto wine, and me in a nice outfit that showed off my boobs well would hopefully get me a kiss and break this curse. Then the three of us could be a happy family.
Seven came fast and I parked my car in Regina's driveway. This was ridiculous. I knew this woman for years but the thought of a date with her made me nervous. I took in a deep breath before getting the wine and flowers. When Regina opened the door I almost dropped the flowers. There she stood in a salmon colored, tie around, ¾ sleeve dress with dark blue heels. Regina had a simple silver chain around her neck and the pendent fell passed her collar bone and made an arrow between her cleavage.
Regina's POV
This did the trick. Emma was speechless. I knew this dress would come in handy one day. It was adorable how her jaw slightly hung open as she fought for words that wouldn't come. She didn't look bad herself actually. A nice pair of jeans, heels, and a gray, silk, button up dress shirt. "Good evening Miss. Swan."
"Uhm…I..yes…I mean," She took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "These are for you." I chuckled as she handed me the flowers; my favorite.
"Thank you." She followed as I lead her to my kitchen. "I see you brought wine as well."
"Yes." Emma set the bottle on the bar as I placed the roses in a vase. "Y-you look really nice." I smiled at how nervous I made her.
"Thank you Emma." I glanced up and tucked some hair behind my ear. That simple motion made Emma lean against the counter. "I hope you don't mind that I started without you. I just put the lasagna in the oven before you came."
"Mmm lasagna." I could feel her eyes on me as I placed the vase on the table. "Sadly I can't cook very well. Not like that anyway."
"Then why did you want to cook for me?" This Emma woman was peculiar. She wanted to have me over or to cook for me yet she can't cook.
"Uh…" I walked towards her and placed a finger under her chin.
"Or was it you just wanted to find some reason to spend time with me?" The slight blush on her cheeks gave me my answer. She was sweet.
Emma's POV
Damn I was putty in this woman's hands even now. All the walls I've built up over the years were as good as gone around Regina. I think I just need to give in and stop trying to think about what I was doing. She obviously liked me and she knows I like her. Otherwise she would never have agreed to this. Maybe over dinner I can figure out if she does remember the tavern. "I'm going to plead the fifth on that." Regina grinned and rolled her eyes.
"Okay Deputy." Regina brought down two wineglasses and popped the cork. Oh how I missed her seductive voice. "So, how was the rest of your day?" I took the glass and we continued to talk as the lasagna cooked.
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"This is delicious Regina." It took everything I had to not shovel the lasagna in my mouth like a heathen.
"I'm glad you like it." We ate in a comfortable silence while I figured out how to ask about the tavern.
"Regina," she raised a brow in question over the rim of her wineglass. "Have you ever felt like you've known someone for years but you've really just met them?" To the untrained eye, you wouldn't be able to see the intrigued look in Regina's dark eyes. "Or like, you met them briefly a long time ago and they suddenly show up in your life." Regina remained still and watched me.
Regina's POV
I couldn't believe it. She knew something. But how much does she know? How is she still alive? She's not been in Storybrooke until the night she brought Henry back. She should be at least in her fifties or so if she was in the tavern. I felt my walls start to build themselves back up quickly. "Who exactly are you Miss. Swan?"
"I'm just Henry's birth mother and the Deputy." I could tell she was starting to panic.
"Come now Miss. Swan, we both know that's a lie. Who are you really?" I set my glass down and watched the blonde. She was going to tell me what I wanted to know of she'd never leave this house. "We both know you're not just Henry's birth mother and the Deputy."