A/N: I played a little with Regina's bio age, I couldn't remember if canon ever actually gave her one, so I went with one that was convenient. Also pretty sure no one has canon birthday's (someone tell me if I'm wrong) so I went with actor birthdays.
Emma was contentedly working out in the basement gym, it was Sunday, July 14th and Regina's 35th birthday was the next day. She'd been planning for months, unsure if it would go off successfully. Her wife generally preferred something low key for her birthday, but Emma was changing that up today, well tomorrow. She'd snuck around town, arranging the extra three (since they'd already planned to have Monday off) days off for them. Henry was leaving for his writing camp the next day on his mother's birthday and when Emma had realized the perfect sneaky timing she had started her planning immediately.
They would be driving him and Nick to NYU and dropping them off. Afterwards, Emma would talk her wife into a scenic drive through upstate New York, where, unbeknownst to Regina, she'd made reservations at a small, wooded bed and breakfast. Well, kind of a bed a breakfast. Instead of a house with rentable rooms it was small woodland property with five cabins on it that guests could rent out. Her favorite part had been preselecting groceries to have the cabin stocked in. The convenience fee had been substantial, but worth it when she considered the time it would save them in the private paradise. While picking groceries, it had amused her to no end that it was fairly obvious what most guests were there for, based on some of the options. It had taken some planning to clear up her wife's schedule through Thursday without her knowing it and she'd had to agree to a few favors at the station to get the time off for herself, but she'd managed it. She'd also had to agree to four full weekends of babysitting for her parents, just to get Snow to step into the mayoral shoes for the few days, it was going to be worth it though.
The hardest challenge so far had been getting a bag packed for them. She'd managed it while Henry was packing his bags for camp the day before. Their son was aware of the birthday plans and had kept his brunette mother occupied by insisting he needed help packing his bags and asking innumerable questions. When his blonde mother had poked her head out of their bedroom with wild eyes and shook her head, he'd played up nervousness and had his mom reread one of the two submissions he was supposed to have ready before camp. Finally Emma had gotten everything she'd thought they would need for 2 nights and 3 days of wooded paradise, or so the website boasted at least. The best part of her plan, in her opinion, was the fake out, because they wouldn't be present on the brunette's actual were having a quiet dinner that evening with Snow, David and Neal, a cake was baked and everything.
Regina wouldn't expect anything, it was perfect. The best part was that it was still fairly low key, it would be just the two of them in a secluded cabin. She was looking forward to the peace and quiet herself. Emma moved away from the leg press she'd been pumping and flopped onto the floor to start her abdominals, she just had to get through one more night and half of a day of keeping her secret. She had a hard time with keeping gifts secret. She'd get so excited by the prospect of surprising her wife with something, that it often slipped out before she could present the gift. So far though, she'd done well in keeping the plans quiet and her wife had no idea what was happening. Smiling to herself, she finished her workout and after towelling most of the sweat from her body she headed upstairs to shower and join her wife and son for lunch.
Emma emerged from the steaming shower and jumped, startled when her wife was perched on the vanity across from her, "Hey, babe," the blonde grinned, hiding her startlement and continued drying her clean body. Regina licked her lips as she watched her blonde wife towelling off, "Lunch is ready, thought I'd come up and enjoy the view," the brunette crossed her tanned legs and Emma watched the movement under the knee length summer dress her wife wore. "Just watch?" She dropped her towel into the hamper and stepped up to the brunette, her hands coming to rest on the counter on either side of Regina's hips. The brunette smiled and cupped both of her wife's cheeks, she hooked a leg around one of her wife's thighs and brought their bodies closer, she was a breath from kissing her, "Hmm, you know…" she trailed a fingertip down a pronounced bicep, "I really did..." the teasing finger tip became a hand and it stroked lightly over the blonde's defined stomach, "Come up here…" she let her voice drop to its lowest register, "To just watch," she pecked pink lips and hopped off the vanity, "Lunch is getting cold, darling," Regina laughed at her wife's stunned expression. Emma groaned at the wiley brunette, she could be a horrible tease at times, she stalked out of the ensuite and grabbed her wife before she could exit the bedroom, "Let it get cold, Madam Mayor," she pulled the brunette into a bruising kiss and Regina moaned loudly into the action. They pulled apart and Emma held her breath waiting to see if her wife would accept her offer of a scene, Regina smirked, "I don't think so, Sheriff Swan," she purred as she accepted the scene by using her wife's title, she started to sashay away again.
Emma grinned, knowing that now the scene was accepted only the word "Red" meant no, she grabbed her wife before she could leave and pinned her to the wall as she shut the bedroom door, activating the silencing spell and keeping their video game playing son blissfully ignorant of their activities, "Unhand me, Sheriff Bruteforce," Regina snarked and made a show of struggling.
Emma pressed against her, "No," the word was spoken quietly and with a determined vehemence that made the brunette shiver. She surged forward and kissed her wife deeply, Emma responded in kind and begged entrance into her mouth, thrusting inside when it was granted, she pulled at the brunette and they stumbled towards the bed, "You'd better make this worth my while, Sheriff, I expect no less than three orgasms," Regina gave a hard shove and Emma landed on her back on the bed, she was flipping the energy as she took control of the scene, she paused to see if her wife had any objections.
"Green," Emma smirked, completely ok with the change, "I'll make it plenty worth your while, Mayor Mills." Regina slipped out of her blue summer dress and straddled her wife, Emma groaned when the dress fell away and her wife was only wearing a bra, she'd neglected to put on panties today, the blue bra sailed across the room and Emma shivered as wet heat slid over her abdomen, painting the ridges and furrows in slick arousal. "Your mouth first, I think Sheriff Swan, put that filthy tongue to use," the brunette shifted and straddled her wife's head, hands came to her hips and steadied her as Regina lowered herself and covered her lover's face with her hot cunt, she groaned when a wet tongue slid through her and teased at her entrance. Emma lapped at the seeping wetness as the brunette started to move, rubbing herself against the delicious stimulation, tanned hands threaded through shaggy hair as she held her wife tightly to her while she ground against her face, coating her chin to nose in arousal as she slid against the stimulation.
Emma was flush with her own arousal and lack of oxygen when Regina ripped her head away before she could take her all the way to orgasm, the blonde panted and took deep breaths, her face glistened in the afternoon light and the brunette moaned at the sight of her, she shifted down until she straddled narrow hips again, "Fuck me, Sheriff," she rolled her hips against defined muscle as a hand slid around her wife's throat, quirking a questioning eyebrow, then she was groaning as two fingers slipped inside her tight heat.
Regina tightened her grip after Emma subtly nodded her consent to a little asphyxiation play, they knew each other well enough and had played enough scenes together that they could effortlessly read each other, the brunette groaned as the fingers inside her moved into a rhythm, her wife using her hips to drive up into her, she tightened her chokehold and watched her lover's face intently, looking for any sign of distress, Emma's face flushed as the blood was trapped there and she struggled to breath as she forcefully fucked up into her wife. The lack of oxygen made her head pound and she felt light headed, "Another finger," Regina panted as she rose and fell heavily against the thrusting fingers already inside. Emma complied and slid the third finger inside her wife's tight pussy, her vision had narrowed and all she could see was her brunette wife bouncing atop her, she curled her fingers and flicked her thumb over the swollen clit, the brunette groaned, her body arching as she came, ejaculating heavily against her heaving wife.
Emma surged upwards then, pushing against the chokehold and flipping them as the brunette was mid orgasm, Regina released her hold and the blonde gasped, gulping in air even as she pounded into her wife, "You think you're so special don't you, Madam Mayor, taking your pleasure however you want it. Well now you're going to get what I want you to have!" She pulled out suddenly, waiting for her gasping wife to agree to the second flipping of the scene, "Green!" Regina cried out as she was instantly filled with her wife's hard cock, the blonde having conjured it while she waited, the brunette scratched at the muscular back as her wife pounded into her, pistoning hips driving all 8 inches into her in a hard and fast rhythm, grunting Emma pulled her hands away and clasped her wrists, pinning her to the bed with all her weight. "Fuck, Sheriff!" The brunette keened and Regina was coming, cum exploding out of her around Emma's cock, the blonde didn't slow her movements, she just kept pounding into tight heat, liquid arousal splashing out from her wife as she fucked her right through her orgasm, the sounds coming from between their heaving bodies was loud and wet, "Oh, fuck. I'm coming again!"
Regina screamed this time as her wife fucked into her harder, she struggled against the hands holding her down, desperate to wrap her arms around her lover as she shook and ejacualted. Emma released her and buried her face in the sweaty skin of her neck as their arms wrapped around each other, bodies pressed tightly together the blonde pumped into the smaller body of her wife, a hand buried in her blonde hair and another clutched at her ass as tanned legs locked around her thighs. Regina's entire body tensed as she arched, a sob left her and she was coming again, Emma groaned as the tight cunt clamped down on her tighter than it had the previous two orgasms, she sucked at the salty flesh above her wife's throbbing pulse and with a final deep thrust she was coming, buried deep inside, she rolled her hips as her cock twitched and emptied, she dropped her concentration and the cock shimmered away.
After minutes had past they rolled away and lay side by side, "Hmm, I'm so glad I came up here," Regina giggled then as she rolled into her wife's side laying her head on a strong shoulder. Emma wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close, "I think I need to shower again," she laughed and kissed dark hair.
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They were all seated around the dining room table in the Charmings home. Snow had made a delicious dinner, not as good as Regina's of course, of chicken cacciatore with pasta and a salad. A chocolate cake with coconut caramel icing was waiting in the kitchen, candles already on it, ready to be lit and carried out for the brunette's birthday, "Wonderful meal, Snow. Thank you," Regina lay her napkin beside her plate and sighed, the food had been some of her favorites and she was delightfully full. A chorus of agreement from around the table, Neal even voicing his appreciation for the plain chicken with cut up tomatoes and noodles he'd had, "There's still cake, Regina," Snow smiled kindly at her daughter-in-law. The formerly evil queen groaned and patted her stomach, "I couldn't eat another bite, cake later?" It was agreed upon that Regina would open presents after the meal had been cleaned up and then there would be cake, when the brunette stood and tried to help clean up she was informed she wasn't allowed and shooed out towards the living room with David and Neal, while the other 3 went about cleaning the remains of dinner.
David turned on Cars on for Neal, it was his current favorite and already queued in the DVD player, they settled in on the couch, the toddler between them, well more or less, he was on the couch but snuggled up against Regina's side as his attention stayed on the TV, a thumb slipped into his mouth and she pulled it right back out, "How's the paramedic search going?" David asked as he took a pull from his beer and watched in amusement as his son and daughter-in-law went back and forth in a silent argument, Neal sucking his thumb and Regina pulling it back out, they'd recently started trying to break him of the habit after he'd picked it up when they weaned him off a pacifier, "Haven't found one yet, Emma and I were talking about opening it up to the world outside of Storybrooke," Neal gave up his quest to suck his thumb, finally and with a sigh he slid further into her lap and curled up against her chest, angling his body so he could still see the tv and clutch at her shirt, she kissed his soft blonde hair and wrapped her arms securely around his tiny body. "Think that's sustainable?" David asked, a smile on his face at the image of the two beside him, never in a million years would he have ever pictured this moment, not even a couple years ago.
Regina sighed as she played with Neal's baby soft hair, lulling him into sleep, knowing full well that by doing so before 7pm he'd be up and a terror before bed, it was a game she played often, when it wasn't their night with him, who said she wasn't still evil? She smiled into wispy blonde hair and kissed him again, "I don't know, that's part of our discussion, I think I'm going to open the job on Tuesday and we'll see what candidates we get. We don't really have magical problems anymore, even if the new person wandered into the most magical place here, Belle's shop, it would just seem like any other store purporting to deal in witchcraft," the tiny body lying against her chest sighed and grew heavier, his eyes slid closed and his thumb once again made it's way to his mouth, she sighed and let him be, this time.
David nodded and sipped at his beer, "That's true, worst thing we've had was last year when Charlie decided to try and enhance his bread oven for a faster cook time," he shook his head at the memory. The bread shop had been stuck in a time-loop for almost three days before they'd been able to figure out how to fix the problem. "Precisely, anything they would over hear could be chalked up to local quirks," Regina shifted on the couch, settling the heavy body more comfortably against her.
David smiled at them, "Snow told me, by the way, and I think you and Emma will be wonderful parents to a new baby." Regina frowned, "If you're about to offer me advice on conception I will leave this couch," she soothed at Neal's back when he squirmed, sensing her discomfort. "What?! No!" He flushed a deep red, "Wait… Did she…?" He groaned when his daughter-in-law nodded, "I am, so sorry, Regina."
"David Charming Nolan! You let her put him to sleep, again!" Snow's voice admonished from the doorway as she, Emma and Henry entered the living room after cleaning up dinner. David tried to smile innocently, "Sorry, just kinda happened, you know how he is," he smiled up at his wife who was leaning over the back of the couch and glaring down at him, it turned into a smile and she kissed him chastely on the lips.
Sighing Snow turned to face the brunette, "Regina, you know he won't sleep tonight, now," she joined Henry on the loveseat as Emma took a seat between her father and wife on the couch, she slung one arm around her wife's shoulders. "I could always wake him?" Regina grinned and moved as though to do so, "No! It's fine," Snow leaned forward anxiously, he might not sleep through the night, but waking him now would introduce a grumpy whiny toddler, Regina just grinned and settled back down with him, her in-laws were used to her tricks by this point and she had to get her "evil" fun in somewhere and if it meant toddler cuddles, so be it.
"So, somebody mentioned presents?" The brunette grinned as her eyes lit up at the prospect, evil toddler tricks aside, she really had come so far beyond her Evil Queen days, that it was almost laughable now that she'd ever held the moniker.
They returned home after picking up Nick from his home, having decided weeks ago that it would be easier for the teenager to stay the night so they could get an early start for the noon check-in. All four made their way from the garage into the kitchen, both women observing that Henry seemed particularly quiet and introspective. Not an entirely uncommon trait for their son, if he needed to talk he would eventually. Regina had just finished her shower and was in the process of lotioning her legs when a timid knock sounded on their door. Emma glanced up from the magazine she was was reading, Regina set her lotion aside and slipped into her robe, "Yes, my darling?" The brunette asked as she opened door to find Henry on the other side, hands clasped in front of him and head down, "Nick's getting in the shower...I, uhh…. was wanting to talk to you and Ma?" He shuffled his feet and his voice had that scared tone to it, "Come on, kid. Have a seat and talk to us?" Emma called to him, patting the bed next to her, he entered and perched himself right on the edge, his brunette mother joining them on his other side.
Henry took a deep breath, "I think I over heard something tonight, that I wasn't supposed to," he looked up at his parents then and they could see that he was bothered by whatever it was. "Whatever it is, Henry, we can get through this," Regina pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head. The 15 year old sighed and rested his head on his shorter mother's shoulder, "I know it's probably complicated, since you're both women and I probably didn't even hear right…" Regina stiffened, she had an inkling where this was going, damn it Charming, "But it sounded like you guys were trying to get...pregnant, to have another kid?" Emma's mouth fell open and she shifted uncomfortably as every thought and feeling she'd had about Neal's conception came screaming back, "Kid, you know that we're not trying to replace you, right?" She flipped the blanket back and clamored out of the bed to kneel before their son and place a gentle hand on his knee, her eyes full of tears and love, "What?" He looked startled, "God no, Ma. I'm irreplaceable," he gestured to himself and smirked his Emma Swan smirk, patent pending.
Both women shared confused looks, "Then why…?" Regina trailed off, "I'm upset because I had to overhear it from Gramps," he laughed, "I'm so sorry, I think it's great that I'm getting a sibling...or two?" The hopeful tone to his voice made the women finally smile, "We're trying, there's no guarantee, you need to understand that." Emma explained to the teenager, she was thrilled that he was happy they wanted to add to the family, but it was important that he understand it wasn't a given. "Your grandparents know only because Snow found out by accident," Regina told the teenager as she smiled at their son. He frowned, "I'm not asking for any details, because sex and parents," he shuddered, "Just know that I'm ok with it. Feelings might crop up, if it happens. I'm not naive, it would be common for me to feel negatively about this…" both parents smiled at their intelligent son, "And maybe if Neal wasn't already in the picture and stole some of my only kid around thunder... but right now, I'm super excited." He hugged and kissed both parents on the cheek, before he headed back to his bedroom.
As the door closed behind him, Regina dropped her robe to the floor and retrieved a baby blue nighty from her dresser, she sighed and slipped under the covers with her wife, Emma clicked the light off and her wife snuggled into her, head laying on her muscled upper chest, "Think he's really ok?" The brunette asked her wife as she slipped a hand under her white tank top and rubbed soothing circles along the flesh of her wife's sternum, "Right now he is, I think he is really happy at the concept. Time will tell how he is when it actually happens," she sighed at the soothing stroking as a thumb rubbed at the upper left quadrant of her abdominal definition. Regina snuggled closer into her and let her eyes slip shut, "You're ok with Neal aren't you, now?" She asked as she lightly scratched her nails across the firm muscles, "Yeah, before he was even born really, at first it was rough though, when I first heard Snow say it. I think it'll be different for him, he never had to bounce around and feel unwanted," she shuddered as her wife returned to stroking lightly at her abdomen.
Regina grinned at the shudder and buried her face in her wife's neck, she placed a sweet kiss there, "I hope so, we'll make sure and keep him involved, maybe he'll want to attend some of the doctor's appointments?" Emma let a hand move to her wife's stomach then. Regina shifted so she could place a palm against the soft, natural curve of the brunette's lower abdomen, "We can offer, if he wants to go," she agreed through a yawn. Regina stopped her stroking with a smile and subconscious copying of the yawn, she shifted into a more comfortable position so Emma could still have hand still resting on her stomach and she slipped a hand just past the elastic of her wife's boyshorts to rest against a hip, they quietly drifted off into slumber.
Regina made a sound somewhere between a grumble and a whine as she reached for the blaring alarm at 5:15. It was Monday. It was an hour earlier than their normal wake-up time and she really wasn't feeling the idea of being awake. Lips touched her shoulder and she sighed, a hand reaching back to bury in short blonde locks, "G'd morning, sexy," her blonde wife husked in her ear, "Ready for a long drive with two teenagers?" Regina groaned for an entirely different reason and tugged, perhaps a little harshly, at the hair she still clasped, "If I say no, can we stay in bed?" Emma laughed and the arm around her waist tightened, "No," the blonde said into her ear right before she tugged the delicate lobe between her teeth, after drawing a moan from her wife, Emma rolled away with a smile on her face, she was in a good mood and couldn't really say why.
An hour later, Emma shoved at the fourth suitcase she was trying to cram into the trunk of the Mercedes, her good mood having evaporated, "It's not going to fit," she grumbled, putting her shoulder into it and she started bodily slamming into the ungiving object, she glanced over, eyeing the two other suitcases waiting to go in, plus the single extra suitcase that contained her and Regina's clothes for their getaway.
The brunette rolled her eyes, the boys and herself had been watching Emma determinedly try to load the small car for almost half an hour, it was 6:30 and they needed to be on the road soon to have the boys checked into the camp by noon, "Fine, we can take the truck," she finally gave in. She was pretty sure that her wife was in love with the vehicle and the "affair" hadn't diminished with time. It bordered on unhealthy at times, she was certain the blonde had more affinity for the pickup then she'd ever had for the yellow monstrosity.
"It's just more practical, 'Gina," Emma loaded the bags into the truck bed, unsurprisingly they fit easily with room to spare. She strapped them in and covered them with a tarp, bungeeing it into place, she was about to climb into the driver's seat, the boys having already clamored into the back seat and were getting comfortable, a hand on her elbow stopped her, "If I ever need a new car, I do want a bigger vehicle, the curse provided the Mercedes and it's been faithful," she placed a sweet kiss to Emma's lips, "I can attest however, it doesn't fit a car seat," she kissed her wife again and an exaggerated gagging sound came through the open driver's door, they fixed their son with a look and separated to climb into the vehicle on their respective sides. They were on the road minutes later, both boys deeply involved in their gameboys and headphones in the back, while the wives in the front held hands over the console and chatted on and off for the 5 hour drive.
They made it to NYU with little trouble and only one stop just outside the city for a general bathroom/gas/food break, they pulled into the circle drop off for incoming students, or in this case incoming camp participants. They piled from the truck and two stewards hurried up, offering to help unload the Sheriff's truck, both immediately drawn to Emma by some unknown fascination with Law Enforcement. Regina rolled her eyes as they asked questions about the truck and her wife's job as Sheriff while unloading the truck, she shepherded the two boys inside, following the signs for sign ins. "Regina Swan-Mills, checking in Henry Swan-Mills and Nicholas Zimmer," she handed over the paperwork for both boys.
Once checked in, the two women helped the two teenagers find the dorm room they would be sharing and get them settled in for their two week stay, Regina pressed an extra $50 into Henry's hand and hugged him tight enough for his cheeks to redden and Nick to cough as he tried to look everywhere but his best friend and his mother, "If you need anything, call us, I mean it," she stroked his hair and kissed it again. They'd purchased a new phone for him the week before, finally bringing the 15 year old into the world of smartphones, he'd chosen the Samsung S7, much to Regina's chagrin, she was a solid Apple supporter, while Emma was an Android user. Oh well, she had supposed, if they had to be a house divided, technology was an easy one.
Emma finally pried her away from their son and after bidding the boys goodbye, Emma tucked her wife's hand around her elbow and subtly drug her away from their son's room, they headed through the labyrinthine hallways towards to exit, "You're going to be fun when he goes to college," the blonde gently teased her wife. Regina looked absolutely affronted, "He can attend the University Satellite in Alfred, it's 40 minutes away, he can commute from home while he obtains a bachelors," she rested her head on her wife's shoulder as they strode through ornate hallways, glad of the height difference and that she'd chosen comfortable flats for the day. Emma snorted, "Right," she consolingly patted the hand still tucked around her bicep, they turned a corner and found themselves in the entry hall again.
They were climbing into the truck when the blonde started putting her plan into motion, "So I was thinking, it's a nice day and we have the whole rest of the day to ourselves…" Emma started innocently working her ploy, "What do you say to a nice scenic drive home?" She looked at the traffic and after laughing at the suddenly empty lane she was trying to pull into, she easily pulled onto the street, her marked truck had it's perks, "I suppose, dear. That actually sounds lovely," she reached across the console and laced tanned fingers with her wife's. Emma arched an eyebrow when she heard a quiet sniffle filter across, "Regina...are you crying?"
"No," came the petulant denial, Regina released her hand and retrieved a tissue from her purse to blow her nose. Emma just waited, "He's our little boy, Emma," Regina frowned when actual tears started to fall. The blonde sighed, "He's 15, 'Gina, you're going to have to let him grow up," the brunette sniffled again and wiped at her nose. "I know," she sighed, "I'm having a harder time with this separation then I thought I would," she wiped at her eyes with a clean tissue, frowning at the removed eyeliner and mascara. Emma smiled and looked at her briefly, "We just have to start out slow, this trip and maybe another one next summer and by the time he does leave for college, you'll be fine. Besides by that time we're likely to have a 2 or 3 year old," she pulled onto the interstate and pointed the truck north, relying on her memory of the GPS route for the time being to get them to their destination. "I will, never, not have time for my Little Prince," Regina huffed, outraged at the implication. Emma rubbed her thigh reassuringly, she hoped, "Of course not! I just meant that it would help keep your mind off it," she reached for her wife's hand and laced their fingers together again.
Properly soothed Regina looked out the window as they sped down the interstate, "Not very scenic," she mumbled. Emma just grinned, her wife needed to be grumpy for a little while after their discussion about their son's future and she knew it was best to just let her be for a little while, "It will be, don't worry." Regina sighed for the umpteenth time, she separated their hands and after dabbing at her eyes again, she flipped down her visor and opened the mirror, she dug around in her purse and started to re-apply her eyeliner and mascara carefully.
They were, what Emma estimated, just a few miles from the cabins. They were on the outskirts of Albany and the website had said they were just outside the city. Thankfully, Regina hadn't asked any questions, just enjoyed the ride and scenery once they pulled off the main interstate. It had only taken a half an hour for her to loosen up and return to her normal self, she still had worries about her son, but Emma was right, she had to start letting him grow and spread his wings. The blonde pulled into a gas station on the edge of the city and Regina headed inside to use their bathroom and purchase something to drink for both of them while Emma pumped gas. Also, she pulled up the GPS for their destination. She had been right, they should arrive right around 4pm, just in time for their scheduled check in. She was inordinately pleased that she had pulled it off so far.
They were back on the road shortly and Emma surreptitiously kept her phone on her thigh closest to the door, the GPS pulled up and directing her, at least she thought it was surreptitious, "Where are we going, Emma?" The brunette asked after minutes of watching her wife glancing down at her leg and back at the road every few minutes. They turned down a different road and the truck lurched over a pothole. Emma's phone slipped and Regina could clearly see a GPS route on the screen, "Emma Swan-Mills, what are you up too?"
In truth the brunette had become suspicious about halfway up the state of New York, that her wife had a specific destination in mind. Emma sighed at her failure. Well, not quite, she'd gotten her almost all the way there without the brunette being any wiser, giving up she handed over her phone, "Happy Birthday, babe."
Regina eyed the screen and started giving directions to her wife, "Albany Scenic Cabin rental," she read off the destination name when they were on a 2 mile stretch before the next turn, "Emma...what did you do?" She asked warily, "Before you get upset, it's your birthday present. I arranged for us to be out of town until late Wednesday and rented a cabin for us," Emma turned off when directed and waited for her wife's yelling. She was certain it wouldn't last long, Regina was the last to openly admit it but she loved traveling and vacations. To her surprise the reaction wasn't yelling, she glanced over and her wife had her own phone out and had looked the place up, "It looks beautiful, Emma," she gave another driving direction and laid her hand on a muscled thigh.
The blonde looked at her out of the corner of her eye, "You're ok that I drug us out here without telling you?" She had expected some sort of resistance at first, "No, I'm sure you made all the necessary preparations. I will want to call Linda when we arrive and give some instructions and Snow, I'm assuming she's whose covering anything that crops up in the mayor's office?" Emma nodded, still a little stunned at her wife's willingness to go easily along with her birthday gift, "That job has ruled my life for 33 years, darling," she provided another direction and they turned off of the pavement onto a smooth gravel road, "And honestly?" They turned onto another gravel road, "The last couple of months I've started to question how long I want to stay in office," one final turn and they were pulling up to the office cabin. There was a gate next to the cabin, stopping any further travel down the wooded road. Emma parked and turned to her wife, "Are you sure, babe? You love being mayor."
Regina nodded, "I think so, elections are coming up, next year. I just… I know it's kind of not supposed to be the thing a woman wants these days, here in this land. But truly? I think I want to do the stay at home thing. I haven't really decided yet though, I've been weighing the pro's and con's," she took her wife's hands in hers and held her eyes, "Would that be ok with you? If I was just a housewife and stay at home mom?" The hesitance in her wife's eyes and tone almost broke Emma's heart, "Of course it is, if that's what you want, I will support you 100%. Literally in this case," the blonde grinned at the statement. Regina laughed, "We both know there is more than enough in our bank accounts that if we both decided to never work again, we could be beyond comfortable." Emma grinned, "Let me have this, woman," she kissed her wife and they indulged in the sweet loving affection.
Finally they exited the truck and headed into the office cabin. Check in didn't take long and the kindly older woman assured Emma that her selected groceries had been dropped off just a couple of hours ago and the bed turned down. She had winked then and picked up a walkie talkie, calling to some unseen person to come and open the gate for them to drive back to their cabin for the next two nights. "Did she wink at us about the bed?" Regina asked in disbelief as they exited and climbed into the truck as a teenaged guy was unchaining the fence and opening the gate, "I think so, I kinda got the idea, when making reservations, that this is kind of a uhh, lover's lane type of place," Emma fixed her wife with a cheeky grin, "The kind of place you come to have sex with your wife for the next three days and two nights, you know for her birthday." Regina melodious laugh filled the truck cab, "Yes of course, for my birthday," they waved to the young man and drove slowly down the drive. Emma followed the narrow road, "Of course," they slowly made their way back further into the woods, finally arriving at the last cabin on the lane. It was backed by the woods, the first tree couldn't have been more than ten feet from the back of the small wooden structure. They had also been made aware by the sweet old lady, that there was only one other set of guests right now, way on the other side of the property.
They entered the cabin and Regina was awed by the simplistic beauty of it. They had at least seen pictures online, they didn't really do the small structure justice though. The cabin was maybe 800 square feet, if you squinted, it was one room with an attached bathroom, the main room contained a couch, small tv against one wall, a little kitchenette in one corner, only big enough for a tiny single bay sink, two burner stove, coffee maker, a cabinet/counter combo that couldn't have contained more than a couple pots and pans plus a handful of dry goods and a small refrigerator. The opposite corner contained an oversized, for the small room, king size bed that looked nearly as luxurious as theirs at home, along the back wall, between the kitchenette and bed and behind the couch was a cozy looking fireplace with a stack of firewood beside is. Emma fully intended to utilize that. Upstate New York tended to be chilly at night, that was the extent of their little slice of paradise.
"I'm going to go grab the bags from the truck, why don't you check out the fridge and see if I forgot anything and go ahead and make those phone calls? Phones are going off when I get back," Emma pulled her wife into a kiss, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her at the same time, they pulled away and the blonde smiled lovingly at her wife, "Happy Birthday, 'Gina," another slow kiss. Regina pulled away and a mischievous look broke across her face, she eyed the large bed, with it's beautiful slated, dark wooden headboard, "I don't suppose you brought handcuffs?" Emma grinned, her wife knew she generally wasn't very far from a set of cuffs. Regina considered it a perk of her wife's job, "I'll grab the spare set out of the truck," another kiss and Emma was out the door.
The brunette made her phone calls, speaking briefly with Linda and then Snow, passing on a couple of things she had planned to be working on. Finished, Regina moved into the kitchenette and opened the refrigerator, smiling at the wide selection her wife had made. There were sliced fruits and some vegetables, supplies for cold cuts, eggs and bacon, some sports drinks, she laughed aloud at those, her wife clearly intended to need them. The bottom shelf was full of bottled water, and the top shelf held a covered bowl of she suspected was freshly whipped sweet cream, a squeeze bottle of milk chocolate and another bottle of caramel sauce. She closed the refrigerator and opened the cabinet, a handful of soup cans and a couple cans of vegetables were in it, a box of assorted crackers, plus a box of pasta and couple jars of tomato sauce. Regina wrinkled her nose at the idea of canned sauce, but supposed it was a vacation of sorts, she closed the cabinet and looked out the window above the tiny sink, it was on the back wall of the cabin and looked out into the woods, she had an amazing wife and was excited at the prospects the next two days held for them.