Note: ERMYGAWD. So, I just want to take a moment and thank all of my lovely readers for reviewing/adding this story to your alerts and favorites! It is greatly appreciated. I hope this third chapter is also to your liking. Lots more JUICY stuff to come, so stay tuned!
Story Title: On Probation
Chapter Three: "See something you like, Ms. Swan?"
It was precisely six-thirty am when Regina woke up from her disturbed slumber. The former Evil Queen stared at her clock angrily, as if it had part in her inability to sleep. Turning her attention towards the ceiling, the brunette sighed and tried to get rid of her tantalizing thoughts. They had been bugging her all night, refusing to let her achieve at least one hour of solid sleep. Now her day was just about to begin and she had absolutely no energy for it. Desperately trying to keep her mind on her son, Regina put a single hand to her forehead and cursed the existence of Emma Swan. Every single thought that had crossed her mind was without a doubt, affiliated with the blonde. How could she possibly think that way about the other woman? The one person who successfully figured her out and destroyed every single thing she had in this new life?
It had been two whole weeks since the curse was officially broken and the town found out about Regina's main role in enacting it. Each fairy tale character wasted no time in reinstating their strong loathing towards her by trying to break into her home and demand blood, but Emma and her nauseating parents had stopped the chaos from ensuing. The why part, Regina figured, would be left unknown but she was grateful nonetheless. They spared her life, like she knew, or at least hoped they would and was content with the fact that she'd live another day to see Henry.
He was the only thing that mattered at this point. Nothing else.
Yeah, except her.
Shut up!
Sighing, Regina got out of bed and decided to descend the stairs and start some coffee. As she entered the kitchen, she caught sight of Henry's small frame trying to reach for something in the top cupboard. Watching him struggle was quite amusing as she tried to stifle her laugh. He resembled his less than gracious mother, the frustration evident in his actions. Slowly creeping up on the boy, Regina carefully placed a hand above his and grabbed the plate he was reaching for with ease. She set it down on the counter top without a word then gave him a look.
"Mom, I-"
"May I ask what you're doing up so early? And why didn't you wake me?"
"I didn't want you to wake up yet. I wanted to surprise you." Henry admitted, sheepishly looking at the tiled floor below him. Regina didn't like this so she raised his head, giving him a soft look to reassure him she was not mad.
"It's okay, I'm not angry with you. A surprise, you say?'
"Yeah, I wanted to make you breakfast."
Regina's heart instantly warmed as she knelt down so she was at eye level with the child.
"Make me breakfast? Do you know how long it's been since you have done that for me?"
Henry said nothing, instantly feeling bad. The last time he made breakfast for Regina was exactly two mothers days ago. That's when he still believed she was the only mother he had.
That was before he found out the truth.
Regina, noticing the slight falter in her son's expression, immediately sought to recover it.
"Look, how about we make it together? Any requests?"
The boy's face lit up as he nodded.
"Chocolate-chip pancakes."
The mother nodded then got to work. Before Henry walked to the fridge so he could retrieve the ingredients, he wrapped his arms around Regina's waist.
"Thanks for telling me more about you. The magic was pretty cool."
A smile spread on Regina's face as she closed her eyes, enjoying the moment, knowing the happiness that filled her battered heart wouldn't last forever.
"We can always play again, dear. And you're welcome."
"Emma! Regina's here!" Snow called, avoiding the hateful gaze that the latter casted upon her. Henry watched the two adults and noticed this, so he reached out for his adoptive mother's hand. The action calmed her almost instantly as she looked down and shot her son a tight smile. Henry smiled back, showing his teeth. They were standing near the entrance of the doorway, Henry's sleeping bag on Regina's shoulder and her purse hanging on the other. Emma practically bolted down the stairs, wearing nothing but her girl boxers and a white tank top. Regina, catching sight of her attire, couldn't control the thoughts that came to play in her mind.
Oh my.
Emma, as it seemed, couldn't control hers either as she examined Regina's attire in return. She scanned her body exactly as the brunette did during their last encounter then unconsciously licked her lips.
"See something you like, Ms. Swan?"
Fuck, how the hell did she-
"E-Excuse me?" Emma retorted, trying hard to sound confused as hell, even though she knew exactly what Regina was implying.
Snow, actually confused as to what was going on, pulled Henry to her side then dismissed herself from the scene.
"I'll be upstairs, unpacking with Henry. Regina?" The other brunette said, gesturing for the ex-mayor to hand over Henry's bag. Regina gave her an intimidating look before giving her what she wanted.
"Bye mom, see you later!" Henry called over his shoulder as he was led up the stairs.
This left Emma and Regina alone.
"That's odd; I thought there were three idiots living under this shabby little roof." Regina commented, mischief written all over her perfect face. Emma hated just how perfect Regina's figure was entirely as she tried to distract her sinful thoughts.
"You arrived at exactly twelve-thirty. Good job, Regina. Would you like a prize?"
Regina laughed, sending chills throughout Emma's body. It was evident on her pale skin as goose bumps started to form.
"As far as I'm concerned, Henry is my prize. Thank you, but no thank you."
"Then why are you still standing there, eyeing me like I'm some kind of prize?"
Regina caught onto Emma's not-so-secretive sexual innuendo then happily made her think otherwise.
"Oh darling, you're far below that."
Offended by her words, Emma started a comeback, but failed to finish as David walked in.
"Uh, hi Emma… Regina."
Completely ignoring Charming's presence, Regina kept her attention on his daughter.
"I'm coming back tomorrow. Henry wants to have dinner with me. Make sure he's ready by seven."
Giving them both a disgusted look, Regina walked out of the apartment with pure grace, not once looking back, leaving a rather seething Emma and perplexed David.
Saturday was long gone as Sunday made its quick approach. Waking up to a lonesome house was very depressing for a certain brunette but she did not let it affect her as she thought about her dinner date with Henry. Restaurant ideas began to swarm in her mind as a loud ring from the downstairs phone interrupted her. Regina slipped out of bed and ran down the stairs, clad in her red lace nightgown.
"Hello?"
"YOU EVIL BITCH! I HOPE YOU DIE AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE!"
"Who the hell is this?!"
Click.
The line went dead as Regina stared at her phone with disdain. Who exactly did these people think they were? Having in mind that she could retrace the call and pay the unworthy brute a visit, Regina's thoughts immediately went to Henry. After all, she was technically on probation and any action she took could lead to Henry being completely erased from her life.
Swallowing every insult and urge to kill the lowlife that had dared to call her, Regina took a moment to find her pulse again. It was times like these when she needed her son's presence to calm her down. Desperate for an outlet, Regina absent-mindedly dialed a number she was regrettably familiar with.
A number she wished she didn't know by heart.
"Hello?"
Emma's voice was strong with a pint of confusion as the brunette searched for something to say.
Nothing came to mind.
"Regina? I know it's you."
Well, well. It seems I'm not the only one who memorizes numbers. Interesting.
Not having anything to say, Regina hung up and placed the phone back on its hook, leaving a rather perplexed blonde on the other line.
Please review.