Sorry I haven't uploaded a chapter in over two weeks. Sorry! I haven't been feeling that well lately. My eyes have been bothering me, they were burning and ichy and I had a fever. And there was Thanksgiving too so...yeah, sorry.

I hope you enjoy the chapter! :{)

I don't have a beta so all mistakes are my own. I keep forgetting to mention that. ^.^'

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time or any of its characters. :(

SQSQSQSQSQSQ

-Chapter 4-

Peter bolted down the stairs his shadow flying ahead of him tossed the brunette boy a peice of toast from the plate on the table. The boy skidded to a stop at the doorway, his phantom of a shadow floated next to him for a moment before melting back into the floor.

"Hey Miss Ing- uh, Mom. Morning!" Peter excitedly greeted the blonde woman, a crooked grin plastered on his face.

Ingrid smiled, her blue eyes sparkling brightly, "Good morning Little Man. Where are you running off to in such a hurry?"

The boy's grin grew, "I'm gonna go and get the shop ready for opening!"

"Well I thought that we might take today off and have a day to wander around town. But if you want to work..." Ingrid trailed off suppressing a smile at the boy's gaping mouth. "I was thinking we could relax and have some fun today. I heard there is a park up the road, and there is the beach. Maybe we could have lunch at the diner as well."

Peter grinned, doing a little dance, and threw his arms around the blonde woman. "Yeah! Can we watch a movie? I can pick the movie, right? And can we get Emma and Miss Regina to come to?"

Ingrid's lips curled up into a small smile, "How about after lunch we call and ask them to join us at the diner. But we can watch movies until lunch. How does that sound to you Little Man?"

The boy's grin grew impossibly wider. Stuffing the piece of toast in his mouth, he latched onto his mother's arm dragging her into their living room with both hands.

Peter handed the blonde woman a movie and turned the tv on. Falling onto the couch, Ingrid pulled the laughing boy down with her. Laying his head on his mom's chest, Peter snuggled into his mom's warm hug.

SQSQSQSQSQSQ Line Break SQSQSQSQSQSQ

"I gots da door Mama!" The small blonde leaned all her weight against the glass door, holding it open for her brunette mother.

Smiling softly, Regina brushed a hand over blonde curls, "Thank you very much my little princess."

The tiny blonde beamed proudly. Grabbing onto the brunette's hand she followed her mother to a booth at the back of the diner.

Climbing onto the booth blue green eyes scanned the diner, "Mama, where Peda and Ingwid? Dey gots to be here, me say so."

"We're a few minutes early sweetheart. They will be here soon. Miss Fisher and I agreed that they would meet us here at eleven forty-five. And it's eleven forty-two now. You won't have to wait long." Regina gently kissed the pouting blonde's forehead, and wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulders.

A few moments later the bell above the door rang, signaling that someone was coming in. Ingrid strolled in, Peter following closely behind her.

The small blonde stood in the booth and waved, "We ober here!"

"Sit down Emma. You are not supposed to stand in the booth baby." Regina gently pulled the toddler back down into the booth.

"Sowwy Mama." Emma smiled shyly.

The boy hopped into the seat across from the small blonde. Grinning brightly he greeted the two. The older blonde slid in next to him.

"Hello Emma," Blue eyes met brown across the table, "Hello Regina. You haven't been waiting long have you?" Ingrid's eyebrows scrunched up, the corner of her lips dropped into a slight frown.

"No, we arrived just before you did dear. We weren't waiting long."

The blonde smiled brightly at the younger woman. Regina found herself unable to look away. A warm feeling settled in her chest as the corners of her lips lifted into a tentative smile.

Peter helped Emma color in the notebook Regina brought, keeping them entertained until their meals arrived.

The ketchup from her fries stuck to the corner of Ingrid's mouth. The older blonde heard tiny giggles from across the table. Glancing up, she saw the smaller blonde staring up at her, her nose scrunched up cutely, she giggled again. Peter coughed trying and failing to cover up his laugh.

Looking back and forth between the two giggle-happy children, the blue eyed woman raised her eyebrows, "What is so funny? The two of you sound like a pair of hyenas."

Regina chuckled under her breath. Shaking her head the brunette raised an eyebrow, "You have a bit of something there." Regina motioned to the corner of her mouth.

Ingrid wiped the right corner of her mouth. Missing the ketchup entirely.

Smirking, Regina rolled her eyes. The brunette leaned across the table, "Here let me."

Ingrid felt her cheeks grow warm when Regina's soft thumb tenderly brushed the corner of her mouth, causing an explosion of butterfies in the pit of her stomach. The blonde sat frozen in her seat as Regina's hand lingered for a brief moment on her cheek before pulling away.

"There now it's gone." Clearing her throat the brunette pursed her lips. Placing a hand on her stomach she thought, "There's that fluttering again. I know that Ingrid is not a threat to my curse anymore. So why...?" Brown eyes widened, darting up to the blonde sitting across froom her, "It can't be...No. I can't have feelings for her. I can't. But..."

Peter confusedly glanced between the women. His dark green eyes lit up in realization, a mischievous grin slowly spread across his face.

Reaching up, Peter grabbed a handful of Ingrid's shirt sleeve and lightly tugged. Blinking rappidly his mother shook herself out of her trance.

"Yes Peter, What do you need?" Ingrid ran her fingers through his soft brown hair, smiling softly at him.

"Can we go to the beach now? Me and Emma are done."

The tiny blonde bounced in the booth a huge grin splitting her face, "Yeah! Me done! Beach Now!

"It's 'Emma and I' Little man, not me and Emma. And sure we can, but it is up to Regina if they can come or not."

"Peese Mama!" "Please Miss Regina?" Both children spoke at the same time.

The brunette sighed. In the corner of her eye she noticed the blonde woman nervously biting her lip. Looking back to her daughter's toothy hopeful grin and Peter's shy smile, she rolled her eyes at herself.

"Okay, we will go to the beach as well."

"Yayyy, we go to da Beach! Tank you Mama." The tiny toddler grinned, wrapping her arms around her mother's neck she quickly kissed the brunette's cheek.

SQSQSQSQSQSQSQ Line Break SQSQSQSQSQSQSQ

Peter ran across the sand stopping once he reached the water. Emma ran after him as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. He crouched examining each and every shell he saw. The tiny blonde leaned against him, hugging his arm.

Watching the older boy Emma tilted her head, her nose scrunched up. "What you doin' Peda?"

"I'm looking for the perfect shell." He turned and grinned softly at Emma. "I'm gonna find the perfect one to give to my Mom." The brown haired boy looked over his shoulder at the two mothers strolling toward them.

Blue green eyes widened, Emma looked up at the older boy and quietly said, "Me do dat too. Dat'd make Mama happy. Mama pwetty when she happy."

Peter's lopsided grin grew, "Come on, we can help each other look! Grab some shells and then we'll sort through them for the best ones!"

Emma nodded, a cheerful smile spreading across her face.

Both children crawled around the sand grabbing as many shells as they could and brought them back to where they began.

Regina and Ingrid watched as the kids sorted through the pile of shells, Peter looking closely at each of them and running his fingers over every one. Emma grabbed the nearest ones and decided if they were colorful enough.

"What are they doing?" Regina's arms were crossed across her chest, her head tilted, a soft smirk gracing her lips as she watched her daughter and Peter.

Ingrid chuckled and shook her head, "Your guess is as good as mine."

A few minutes later Peter and Emma were both running over covered in sand and grinning from ear to ear.

Lifting the younger blonde into her arms Regina raised an eyebrow a small amused grin stretching across her face. "You are filthy My Little Princess. And what has the both of you so happy?"

Giggling, Emma shyly burried her face against her mother's neck.

"We were looking for the most perfect shells ever! And we found them!" Opening his hand he held a smooth, twisting, blue and tan shell. "Here Mom, it's for you!" Peter's wide, proud grin was contagious causing Ingrid to smile brightly.

"Thank you very much Little Man. It's beautiful. I absolutly love it." The older blonde ran her finger over the smoothe shell. Reaching up she cupped the boy's cheek and gently kissed his forehead.

Emma leaned back bashfully holding out her tiny hands. "Here Mama, dis for you. Me picked it."

Regina smiled softly, tears filled her eyes as she accepted the small dark red and white ridged shell. Carefully closing her fist around the fragile shell, she lightly kissed the tip of the tiny blonde's nose.

"This is the best gift anyone has ever given me, baby girl. I love you Emma, more than anything."

SQSQSQSQSQSQ

Thanks for Reading! X{D