A car appeared down the street, approaching the bed and breakfast. The blonde smirked and took her small travel bag, now with just a change of clothes and her personal belongings inside. She was just going to be in the cabin for one night, and it would probably be boring— Regina did not like her, just had made her a favor this one time. She walked down the stairs of the building and headed for the entrance, arriving just in time for the car to stop in front of her. She smirked and opened the passenger's door, throwing her bag on the backseat and turning to the brunette after closing the door behind her. "Good morning ma'am Mills."
"Good morning, miss Swan." the other spoke without looking at her.
"So…" the blonde looked through the window of the car. They drove in silence for an hour, finally reaching the woods and crossing them, arriving to a small wooden cabin slightly covered with vines and surrounded by rose bushes. It looked like taken out from a fairy tale, which actually made some sense to the blonde considering the town she was in. The cabin was so perfectly taken care, without a flower or a bush out of place, with a stone path that guided them to the front door. We just found Sleeping Beauty's cottage or something. "Woah, this is…" she tried to find a word, knowing that if she spoke the wrong words Regina would get offended. She hated her anyway. "Cute, actually."
"Thank you. I decorated it myself." the woman said while stopping the car. She got out of the car and walked around the car, then opened the truck and took a small suitcase. Soon she was in the cabin's door, unlocking it and pushing it open. Emma followed suit, bag in her hand as she walked into the shack and admired its interior. The main room was big, with a high ceiling and with paintings and tapestries decorating the walls. Pictures of the boy and the woman decorated the dark wooden furniture, and Emma could see her son growing up with each— and putting some distance between him and Regina. It was sad, this was the place she would have loved to spend her holidays in when she was younger. The cabin was the perfect place for a couple, maybe even a family if the ladder that was placed on a side went to a sleeping area and not just a storing space. "You'll sleep there, it is where Henry sleeps." Regina spoke when she saw her stare at the ladder, as if to answer the unasked question. "We'll have to clean it, Henry and I— we haven't been here for years. It must be full of dust." she muttered. The brunette fell silent quickly, making clear that she was not going to speak more about her son.
"I'll clean it." Emma spoke, not looking at her before climbing the ladder. It was a small space, but bigger than she had thought it would be. In fact, there was actually space for a king size mattress and a bookshelf, full of comics that were obviously Henry's. She smiled, finding a small closet and a table with a teddy bear on it. Henry is so lucky, even if Regina is… quite a bitch. She climbed down and turned, trying to find the kitchen— finding it behind a door next to what seemed to be the bathroom. The house was actually bigger than she thought, she realized when she saw the large kitchen. "Woah." she gasped. "So you came here with Henry during the summer?"
"Sometimes, yes. Or just some weekends." Regina answered as she entered the kitchen too. "I'm going to clean my bedroom." she spoke firmly before taking a cloth from a cabinet and then the broom from a closet. "Then I'll go to the barn in Storybrooke, I'm going to get Rocinante so I can go for a ride through the woods."
"Can I go with you?" Emma questioned, making the other raise a brow. "It would, uh, help us, I think. I mean, we haven't really started well and I think we need to talk about Henry and everything." she explained. Regina stared at her with a hateful look for a few seconds, talking about Henry making her remember who Emma was. The Savior, the woman who would break the curse and disturb the peace in the town.
"Do you even know how to ride a horse, miss Swan?"
"You could teach me." the blonde smirked, trying to make the woman relax. And it seemed it worked, because soon Regina rolled her eyes and nodded with annoyance, knowing that it would be better if she kept the blonde woman near. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, her mother had taught her. "Okay, good." Emma smiled and took another cloth, disappearing through the door to go back to the sleeping area.
To be continued!