I'm sorry it's taking me a long time! I want to make sure the chapters are ok before publishing them. :)
Heads-up: there's a lot of Regina Mills on this one!
I hope you'll like it!
Regina Mills wakes up in her mansion the next morning. She sits on the bed and just takes a few moments to breath before really getting up and getting ready to go to work. She moves the blanket to the other side of the bed; her bare legs feel the cold air and the tips of her toes struggle with the morning's coldness. She gets up and steps on the floor. The view from outside the window is very confusing; the sun shines so brightly, but somehow the only thing she feels is the cold.
The sunlight is blinding but she won't let herself give in to the brightness of it. She wants to look outside so that's exactly what she is going to do, regardless of the sun's wish to make her eyes weaker. She grasps the drapes and moves them vigorously. The sharper her looks are, the more powerful she feels, and after her last conversation with Swan, she feels like she just has to gain some strength.
She takes a very deep breath, closes her eyes, and moves the drapes to the same way they were resting when she was asleep – just half open, giving the first ray of light a chance to get in and meet her eyes.
After that she has to get ready to leave the house. She goes to her closet and picks a beautiful red dress. Red has always been one of her favorites; it resembles so many things. For example, love, and lust. But much like love, the color red is also the color of blood and wounds, and who doesn't know how much love can get you hurt?
Regina takes the blackest high heels she can find and puts them on her feet. She takes a look at her room and then approaches the bed to set it straight, the sheets must be in order and the blanket has to be folded back in its place. She looks up to the ceiling and then diverts her look to the hall. She leaves her room and decides to go downstairs and start her day.
Step after step she gets down, slowly; her right hand clings to the handrail while she sends her left hand to touch the wall. Her left hand is so soft, she can feel any scratch over the wall, and she can sense anyone that's ever touched these walls as she takes another step. Her right hand that grabs the handrail has a stronger grip, she barely notices just how much. Regina's eyes are fixated on the big space in front of her, on the empty, huge space that is her house.
For some reason no one would ever know, Regina Mills felt so lonely at this moment. Every step she takes makes her heart ache a little more. Why does this happen? Who knows? She just woke up with a weird feeling. For a minute she thought it was oppression, but she understood a bit later that was not entirely the case.
She didn't really feel anything specific. It was just a bunch of feelings, and all of them together made her fragile. She didn't mean for it to happen, but the tears just kept flowing down her face. She closed her eyes, let only her hands guide her through the stairs, until she reached the main floor. She opened her eyes and looked once again at her mansion. The rooms near her just seem too big, too empty. She can't stand it.
For some reason, she can't stop crying. She tries real hard to stop, but she just can't. It's not just tears anymore, now she really makes noises and everything. Her hands cover her face, as if anyone might actually see her right now… she can't have anyone see her in moments like that. She crumbles. She sits on the last stair, pushes her back against the wall next to her.
Her palms are wet because of the tears she keeps wiping, and because she's sweaty, as weird as it seems given the fact it's so cold outside. She tries to think of any spells that can stop the crying but she just can't remember anything at that point. She doesn't understand herself; she can't understand her own body at the moment.
Her nose is red, her cheeks are red, and her eyes are so so red that they can almost fit the red shade of her dress. She gets up. She takes a deep breath and wipes her wet palms on the red fabric that covers her body so tightly. She approaches the closest mirror on the wall and looks at herself. She has a sharp look that seems emotionless and yet too emotional at the same time.
She would never understand the way her heart works, or the way her body works, or her soul. She would never understand the concept of all of these feelings just pouring out of her all of a sudden, with no apparent reason.
She turns her back to the mirror and glances one more time at the blank white space before realizing she can't stand the sight of an empty house. She is having troubles swallow, she breathes quickly and she's about to cough. Shortly after, she grabs her black jacket and her keys; and she takes off.
She gets out of the white blank space; she goes out to sense the fresh air. Her face seems better, she is able to even smile, but she coughs. She starts to cough because the inside was too much for her. She is alone in the street; she is the first person to leave their home this morning.
She gets off the porch and she coughs. She tries to breathe but it feels like the more she tries the more the oxygen just refuses to get inside her lungs. She is suffocating, but she won't stop fighting that feeling. She feels as if the whole world is closing on her.
She drops her jacket on the floor without even noticing, and squeezes the keys very hard with her left hand. Her right hand is guiding her, because her eyes are shut when she coughs. She stops moving after she reaches an old tree in her yard that helps her sit down without totally falling. She can feel the ground with her right palm, the grass under her is not as soft as she had hoped. She still can't breathe perfectly. She uses that palm to pat her chest, maybe that'll help her to regain her ability to breathe properly.
And surprisingly, it does. Regina Mills is now just sitting at the foot of a tree in her own yard in her own house. She opens her eyes slowly, and she can barely see. Everything is a blur, but she understands where she is. She peeks and sees one of her palms holding a set of keys, and when she is looking aside she can see her car not so far away.
A little smile sneaks between her cheeks, and she releases a relieved sigh.
Regina decides to try and get up. She tries to help herself with the trunk behind her to stand on her feet. It's a little hard to do so with these high heels on a scratchy lawn, but she manages.
She takes a step and furrows, because her head aches. But she continues anyway and ignores that pain. She gets to the car but won't get in before taking her jacket she saw was lying beyond the distant tire; well, she can't leave it there on the floor.
Her moves are not normal. It's obvious she's not on her regular state. She walks like a drunk, but… she wasn't drinking even a bit. Something else is going on, something she can't even explain herself.
She opens the car and gets in, but not on the driver's seat. She's on the passenger's seat, near the driver's. She will drive, but first, she knows she needs to take a few moments to be able to figure out some things, like, for example, how the hell she is supposed to go to work like that. She just seats there and trying to think. She closes her eyes, and wonders.
Maybe I'll just skip the office today. What's the worst thing that could happen?
She moves one seat to her left and starts the car. She could teleport herself but she's not even sure where she wants to go. She'll know when she gets there. She trusts her body to just take her there, wherever it is.
Regina somehow managed to drive all the way to the forest. There are people that go the beach when they need to calm down or take a few moments, but for Regina Mills it's always been the forest. She's addicted to the smell of the trees. The scent of the moss is something she finds very calming, and the mist is calming her even more.
The bold colors of green and brown and the combination of them is wonderful. Her red dress is so remarkable in consideration of the gloominess of the forest, but her black jacket that covers it mitigates it a little.
She used to hate the feeling of the ground in her shoes, but the more she came to visit the forests the more she's got used to it and learned to accept it as a part of the deal. Now she walks on the earth and enjoys it.
She is dedicated to the forests and to anything that comes with them. She even likes listening to the birds that sing occasionally and she would even join them with a hum. It's rare, but it's true.
Regina is walking near the trees, she touches almost every trunk she passes by, and smiles. She seems so weird, like a hippie that likes the nature… but it's not true, Regina doesn't like the nature. But forests are not any nature, they are unique. They are a different kind of nature. The kind she does like. The only kind.
She takes deep breathes and small steps. She comes across a fallen tree and decides to stop there and sit on its trunk. Regina begins to think. She glances at the space in front of her and reflects upon the things she felt in her mansion.
She recalls looking at everything in her house and she remembers just staring at it and feeling so disconnected. She thinks of spaces and how blank everything in her house just seemed. But it never seems that way, so why now?
It seemed empty, but it's not really empty. So why? She has many rooms, but they're all filled with colors. Colors from her furniture, from the beautiful pictures, the art pieces; from the photographs of her family and the people she cares for.
That's it, her eyes widen as a result of her realization, that's it.
She knew accepting Emma's words would take some effort, but she couldn't possibly predict this happening. That's what people mean when they say she 'can feel with her whole soul'. It's not even nice. Because she feels like crap, again; she doesn't need a physical reminder of that, too.
But, why? Again, why?
Emma basically just said she wants to let her family know. Emma just told her she wants to take that step together and go tell their son about the fact they're seeing each other. It's not like she said 'no' to moving in together, she basically just said she wanted to make it official in their eyes. She never said no. She does want to move in with her.
But Regina knows it's more than that. She knows she can't stand the emptiness of this mansion anymore. She told Emma they can use the space when really, there's just too much of it in this place. She feels lonely; she needs someone else to be there. She realized that not so long ago. Sure, when Henry's with her she isn't alone, but the second he leaves, she's lonely again. And feeling lonely is crap.
The thing is, she doesn't feel lonely when Emma Swan is around her. She's felt lonely for decades, after she lost Daniel by the betrayal of her own family, after killing her own father and during the curse. It was too much. But after adopting Henry she wasn't lonely anymore, and at some point Emma took that away from her, she took Henry.
And normally, Regina Mills would hate a person that makes her feel that way, but with Emma it was different. She is the first person to ever realize just how bad Regina actually felt. She was the first person to ever be interested in her feelings. She was the first person to even pay attention to her feelings, and not only that, she tried to understand her, even when they weren't even friends.
But she's forgiven these things a long time ago. That's why it is so upsetting when she feels like Emma Swan pushes her back. But she didn't. She really didn't. She just said we have to tell them first, and then talk about it again afterwards. She never said no.
Regina wonders about what it would be like to tell their son about them being together. She wonders what his reaction might be. And what it would be like to tell Snow White and Prince Charming that she's dating their daughter. Oh God, who knew I'd be dating Snow's daughter.
It's starting to get a little darker outside. The mist is now more like a heavy fog, and the black jacket Regina wears is no longer enough to keep her warm. The color of the sky is indigo with shades of pink and orange. The shiver catches up with her and her heart is beating fast because of the coldness. She decides to get up on her feet and just wander away, with no direction, to where her legs may take her.
She keeps thinking of her family and the people in her life. Somehow it all comes back to Emma Swan eventually. Suddenly, she hears a familiar voice. Nah, it's probably just her imagination.
No, here it is again, "Regina!" and again, "Regina!" they call her from somewhere. It sounds like the same person she was just thinking about. The same people.
"I'm here!" she answers and starts following the voices. "Where are you?" she asks them.
Emma Swan and Henry Mills suddenly face her in the middle of the forest. "Regina! Where have you been? We were trying to reach you all day long! Why won't you answer your God-
damned phone?" Emma demands.
"Ah… I'm in the middle of the forest; the cell reception here is not at its best." She provides an answer that makes sense. "Why were you looking for me?" She asks and her voice is fragile, as if she is going to cry all over again. But this time it's different. She knows why. It's because they care.
Snow and David are then coming too, and Belle is just behind them with a flashlight. "We came to look for you because you were gone for a whole day," Belle replies with an accusatory tone, "you left your house unlocked and took off without letting anyone know."
"You never showed up to the office, the station…" Emma looks away to the ground because she's afraid to see the reactions to her words, "and everybody said they haven't heard from you. And I haven't heard from you."
"And I haven't heard from you, too, Mom."
Snow and David are just nodding with approval and Snow is looking softly into Regina's eyes in an understanding way, like she always does. As if she really understands her.
"Okay, so, I really appreciate that you were looking for me. I just needed some time to think, nothing happened." She looks at Emma and says, "Now that you've found me… can we just go home?"
Home. What a funny choice of words. Go home. It's weird because all of this day Regina Mills was thinking of the place she's living in and not once the word home came to her mind. But now she was looking at Emma Swan and the rest of the people in her life and that word just seemed so… honest.
"How about we go grab something at Granny's?" David said. And, actually, that wasn't the worst idea ever.
"Well, sounds good to me," Snow said, "are you coming?" she smiled at her.
"Ah, yes, my car is here somewhere anyway, so, I think I'll just drive on my own."
"I'll come with you," Belle said, "if that's okay?"
In Regina's black Mercedes she and Belle were driving and not saying a word. But not for long, because Belle knew something was off and wanted Regina to spill it all out.
"What's going on with you?"
"Mmm, what do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Regina!" Belle raises her voice a little bit too much. "I mean that yesterday you were talking about what a mind-blowing sex you and Emma Swan were having and today all you do is go to wander in the woods? That's not like you, Regina."
"Well, things have happened since our last conversation. But I don't really want to talk about it," she looks away from the road to adjust the rearview mirror in a way that allows her to see Belle in its reflection. "Listen, I'm fine now. I really am. Today was a bit weird and confusing but now it's okay, I really feel that way. And I want to go to eat with everyone and I want you to be there and I'm going to be there with my son and with the love of my life and with her parents. And you have to come too because you're my best and only friend. Get it?"
"Fine," she shrugs but then laughs a bit because it's weird to be called Regina's best friend, "I'll come. But that thing you just called me?"
"Yeah, I know, it's stupid-"
"No, not stupid, just weird. But I guess I'll just have to get over it. Best friend." She snorted and patted her friend's arm lightly.
When the rest of the family gets to Granny's it feels different. Sure, now Belle is there, and they've never had dinner with Belle, and sure, Regina Mills did have several dinners with the Charming family, but this time it felt different.
It was different this time because Emma and Regina were truly together, and it felt special. She knew they will tell them soon, but she kind of had the feeling there's no need to rush. Emma will decide to tell them when time comes. And she's not alone in this, she's not lonely. There's no reason for her to feel lonely ever again because she has a family now. And even if she doesn't love every single one of them with every piece of her heart, she loves most of them quite enough for a whole lifetime.
Regina was sitting down in front of Emma. Belle was sitting to Regina's right side and David to her left. Henry sat down near his other mother and in front of Belle, and sent a cute smile to Regina; and she herself sent her palm to grab his as a sign of gratitude, to let him know she loves having him there.
Their dinner didn't take much long, but after everyone was done eating they didn't feel like leaving the place. They enjoyed their family time, without any interruptions – and that doesn't happen too often. They knew they should stay in Granny's because it always gets awkward when they want to leave and they need to invite Regina to their home; because they all know she can never really feel at home there.
Now Belle was there so it was kind of an excuse for them to stay and nobody brought that up. They were talking about some random things, about how well their day went and about what they plan to do in the next days. Nothing that important, just normal things normal people talk about.
Nothing about any Saviors or any Evil Queens, not even about Princes and Princesses. Just about today, or yesterday, or some other meaningless things. But the fact all six of them were talking with each other is meaningful enough.
Although, Regina didn't feel so important there. She knows Henry and Emma probably want her there, and she knows that Snow and Charming probably got used to having her around by now, because they even liked the idea of her bringing Belle to join them for a family dinner. But Regina can never feel a part of that family.
She never would unless they would know about the fact she's sleeping with Emma. Well, not the sleeping part, but the fact they are together, and they love each other. As she is thinking about that in her own mind and without speaking for a couple of minutes, Emma pays attention to her look. Emma always does.
It's late now, and someone must bring Henry home to sleep. He is a kid after all, even though he's so brilliant and most of them tend to forget it. So they decide to go home, all of them.
Before they leave Emma catches Regina at the door. She grabs her arm and prevents her from taking another step. Belle catches Regina's look and nods as if she's telling her she'll be waiting for her outside, she can take her time.
"Hey, what's going on with you, Regina? I saw you, I saw that look. Is something off?"
"I'm okay, Emma…" she says with an unconvinced voice, and she knows it's not convincing because if she were in Emma's spot she'd realize that in a second. And that's the case because Emma immediately makes a frowned face. "Okay, fine, I'm not okay. But I don't want to say anything to upset you."
"Come on, Regina, you know you can tell me anything, I promise I won't be upset." She gives her a reassuring look, and her lips curved upwards.
"I… it's just, I really feel like we should tell Henry about us. You know, I was thinking a lot today, and it seems to me like we're lying to them. Don't you think at least Henry deserves to know what his mothers are doing?"
"What are we doing… Regina?" she asked in a confused tone, "I told you we will tell Henry. I promise you, okay? But we need to find the right time. We can't just wake him up one morning; tell him, 'Hey, you listenin'? Yo mom and I are together, have a nice day!'. Regina," she laughs, "you know it doesn't work like that."
She smiles back at her, of course not, "I know Emma, I…" she squinted, "It just feels so weird sometimes…" she pauses, her eyes shut. She exhales and then glances at Emma, "It's suffocating," she thinks of what happened to her early this morning. "I feel lonely when you're not around. I need to have you and Henry around, and it wouldn't happen unless we just tell them."
"Okay, first of all," the younger woman begins, "you should never feel lonely, Regina," she takes her palm and just clasps it for a long moment before completing her idea; "Henry and I will always be here for you. And second, I think we can tell Henry sooner than you believe."
"Oh?"
"Um, yes, he told me earlier that tomorrow he only has English class second period and then his day is over," Regina makes a confused face, "yeah, apparently all the other teachers are going away with their class to some sort of a field trip but his teachers won't… I don't know. Anyway, it means he is going to be home very soon, and I think we can tell him then. What do you think?"
"Well, it sounds good to me." She smiles and her face seems a lot more relieved than before. Her grasp on Emma's palm is more vigorous, but the look in her eyes is softer.
"How about Henry and I both will stay at your place tonight?"
"What, and when he wants to know where will you be sleeping? What are you going to tell him?"
"We," she insists, "will figure it out. It doesn't matter. He'll understand soon."
"Well, if you say so, dear." Regina added.
The next morning, when Emma and Regina wake up in the same bed together, both of them are nervous. It is one thing to tell Mary Margaret and David about them deciding to sleep in the same house together, and another thing to try to explain to Henry that same thing; but it's a whole other thing to let him know they are seeing each other.
And they do remember their conversation about moving in together. Emma wanted to sleep in Regina's house because she is trying to figure out what would it be like to be with her every night in the same bed with Henry in a room next to them.
It wasn't that bad. It was hard to resist each other's bodies, yes, but they can't possibly do it without Henry knowing about it. Not today at least… and, both of them know what a screamer Regina Mills is. They can't afford it right now.
In general, three of them spending the night in Regina's mansion wasn't bad at all, actually, it was very nice. It felt like a little family. A family of their own. For the first time, the three of them alone is enough to feel like a family.
Both of them know Henry is not aware of it yet, but they know he's not stupid, and all three of them feel it. They don't say it out loud, but they feel it.
Both of them dress up and then Emma goes to wake Henry up for school. They let him sleep a little longer because his day is shorter anyway. And Emma waking him up in Regina's house is a new.
Instead of just yelling "wake up Henry!" like she does most of the time, today she chose to go near him and pat his back a little. And then she caressed his head and told him that it's morning and that he needs to wake up.
When Henry opened his eyes it was weird at first. Seeing Emma first thing in the morning in Regina's house is a bit confusing for the first time. He went downstairs and the three of them were eating breakfast together.
Regina made both of them children a hot cocoa. Regina always says that Emma is childish for drinking cocoa, but she doesn't mind. She thinks it's cute.
Henry and Emma always eat the same thing in the morning; they do have the same taste and both of them enjoy a bowl of cereal. Regina is drinking a steaming hot cup of coffee, and that's enough for her to start the day.
Emma takes the yellow bug and drives Henry to school. It was parking near Regina's place and she doesn't really need it right now, so it's just an opportunity for her to move it away. She's going to visit the Charmings' apartment and let her father know that she won't be coming to the station today.
She wants to spend the day with Regina, but she won't tell him that. She can't, not now.
Regina basically does the same thing, only beside the fact she really doesn't have to tell anyone that she's going to be missing from work. Not when Emma and Henry know where she is.
When Emma comes back to the mansion it's open and Regina is waiting for her inside.
"You know, it took you a long time to come back."
"Well, I walked. I left the car at the apartment."
Both of them are in the living room. Regina is lighting the fireplace. Both of them think of the other day, when the two of them were doing it on the couch. It was their first time together.
The looks they exchange give them away. Both of them know in their hearts what the other woman must be thinking about.
Emma teases, "You know, tonight, you and I were sleeping in the same bed."
"Indeed, Miss Swan." Regina replies as if Emma was asking. Her voice is low and seductive, yet she uses the name Miss Swan as a formality and to keep things a bit serious.
"And I think I'm a bit nervous about us telling Henry and…" she takes a moment to scan Regina's eyes, "I think you may be able to help me with that."
"Oh?" the dark haired woman teased her back, she knew exactly what Emma meant but she wanted to make her say it out loud.
"I think," she touches her own hip with her right hand and locks her body against Regina's, then whispers to her ear as the latter is rising from above the fireplace, "maybe we can do it on the bed this time."
Regina is turning around to face Emma, "I really like your blouse," she says and glimpses down because Emma's cleavage is just enough for Regina to imagine her naked in her arms.
Regina's words make Emma blush because she knows 'blouse' is a code for 'boobs', and she likes that. "Yesterday you were wearing that red dress and it was really really hard to resist." She says and she can feel the warmth of her own breath against Regina's skin.
"Well, if you like red you should really just unzip my dress right now." Regina smirked, and turned around so that Emma can really reach the zipper.
Emma was just very flattered that Regina is willing to let her see all of her. Regina's body was something Emma Swan desired to feel for a long time, and the realization that it's a mutual feeling between the two of them is very nice.
The blonde woman did as the other woman asked, and slowly unzipped her that very moment. Her palms were traveling all over Regina's back until they reached her lower back and found a resting place there. She kissed her neck slowly and downwards her backbone. Regina's lace thong was red as blood, and her bra had a similar color. When Emma reached the lower part she took it off with her teeth, and got on her knees to do so.
Regina turned around immediately and pulled Emma up. She gazed into her eyes and took off her brown jacket and then her soft blouse. Emma's black bra had about the same shade of color as Regina's dark hair. She decided to put her lips on Emma's collar bone, and from then up to her neck.
Regina's hands traveled from Emma's hair to her neck and to her back, and finally she found the bit of courage to use them in order to take off Emma's pair of skinny jeans and reveal her lover's black underwear, that matches the color of her bra.
Suddenly she remembered Emma's request to do it on the bed this time. She opened her eyes to peek into Emma's, and then whispered to her ear, "I am going to take us upstairs right now, are you ready?" and as Emma nods she teleports the both of them to her room.
"Henry must come soon," the older woman says, "I believe we should take our clothes from the living room, and," she expresses dissatisfaction in her voice, "you know, wear them."
"Aw, don't be so sad," Emma touches Regina's chin with her fingers and slips a small kiss on her cheek, "we will do this again. I promise you that." She rises up from her seat and goes to the pick up her clothes.
Both of them were sitting in the kitchen and drinking coffee together in their underwear after what they did upstairs. They can't sleep with all that adrenaline.
Regina was just after Emma and grabbed her dark dress from the floor and put it on. "Can you help me close it, please?"
"Aw, now I really wish you'd be asking me to take it off again." Emma said while zipping her up. She touched Regina's back with her warm, soft palms, "But we really don't have enough time now, right?"
"Right." Regina says and kisses Emma's lips gently. They taste like coffee and have the scent of cinnamon. "You smell like cinnamon." She states and they laugh together.
The door makes a sound and both of them disconnect as they hear Henry's voice saying "I'm home!" They are going to tell him now about them, but they don't want to scar him before they get to.
"Oh, hey Henry! We're in here!" Regina raises her voice. "Can you sit down for a moment?" She asks him, and points on the couch.
Henry makes a face, clearly he doesn't understand what's going on, but he sits anyway.
"We need to tell you something." Emma says as the three of them sit down in the living room.
"Um, okay, what is it?"
"Okay, um… you need to understand it's not easy for us," Emma's hands become sweaty, "it will take us a few minutes to figure out how to say it." She looks at Regina and sees that she is as much as nervous as she.
"We want to let you know that… um," Regina begins, "it's not something bad, okay? It's good. We just don't really know how to begin." Emma grabs Regina's palm to give her some courage.
"You guys…" Henry says, "if it's not anything bad, then just say it. I want to hear everything, it can't possibly do any harm. Right?"
"No, of course not," Emma reassures, "it's just that once we tell you it's going to change a few things around here," she exhales, "and in our entire lives, so… we need to find the right words."
"Come on, I'm good. Just say it." He smiles and his hand movements really give up the fact he's starting to get nervous himself. Both of his moms know that feeling, and they want to tell him, they just really need to take a courage pill to do this one.
"Okay, so," Regina finally starts and glimpses a look at Emma's eyes before really saying anything. Emma nods back and Regina continues, "Emma and I…" she stops again and takes a deep breath, "we are seeing each other."
"Oh, that?"
"What do you mean by 'oh that'?" His younger mother asks him, surprised.
"I kind of already know about you two."
"What, what do you mean you know?" His older mother responded, even more surprised.
"Well, come on, you two are spending more time together than the three of us as a family." Both of them make a face, "Look, I don't mean it in a bad way, but let's say I just already know. And it's okay, I mean, I'm fine, and I'm actually happy for you."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Regina asks.
"Yeah, you could have saved us the trouble, kid." Emma tries to break the ice a little because all three of them seem way too serious about this.
"I wanted you to be those who get to tell me," he sends his hands to hug them both, "and I really am happy for you two. You belong together."
Both of his moms are so touched by him. How grown up he is. They feel as if they shouldn't have been afraid to tell him, they feel like they should have told him earlier, and Emma immediately thinks of her own mother and father and about how will their reaction would be like.
As they hug, Emma's palm bumps into Regina's behind Henry's back, and they embrace it. The three of them feel the love in the air. It sounds cheesy, but they do feel it. They are a family.
"Plus, did you really believe I won't notice the fact you two were sleeping in the same room? Come on, I can connect the dots. I'm a grown up now!"
Both of them snort and eye him in return. "Yes, you are a grown up." They break up their touch and Regina fixes his scarf afterwards, with a proud smile on her face.
"Anyway, I am starving; do you want to eat anything?" Emma asks, feels comfortable enough to do so in Regina's house, even though officially it's not her own. Not yet.
After they sit down for lunch and start to eat, Henry admits, "To be honest, mom," he is talking to the younger one, "I kind of already shared my thoughts with Grandma…"
"You did what?!" Regina shouts, not meaning to be mean, but she's terrified by the idea of Snow White knowing she's seeing her daughter. And Emma almost chokes on her food.
"I told Mary Margaret," he repeats with pasta in his mouth and red tomato sauce on his chin, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"I'm sorry I yelled, I didn't mean to, I'm just…" she pauses to look at Emma that's trying to fix her throat, "I didn't expect that."
"Well, now it's going to be awkward to talk to my parents," Emma finishes swallowing and sighs, "and my mom probably told my dad. Oh God."
"Yeah, I…" he clenches his eyebrows, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was such a big deal." Henry says, so casually.
"Well, now we're just going to have to find a way to tell them and not make it a big deal," Regina turns to Emma again, "right?"
"Right. We will." She smiles, and embraces her palm, for the first time doing it in front of Henry in a romantic kind of way, and Regina smiles back.
They both glimpse at their son's direction to find him busy in his bowl of cereal. It really feels like he's known for a while. He peeks at them and the corners of his eyes wrinkle when his look meets his mothers' hands. And He really seems to be accepting it, both of them think.
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