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Chapter 4:
The door bell rang just a few minutes past seven. Emma rushed to answer it.
Just as she had expected, Regina stood on her doorstep with Henry by her side.
"Hi, Emma!" Henry beamed.
"Henry! You're right on time. Everyone's getting their snacks." She pointed behind her, "come on in and maybe you could still get your hands on some of those sandwiches. They're pretty good."
He walked into the house with a big smile on his face. Emma watched him disappear into the kitched where the other kids had gathered before turning her attention to the woman standing before her.
"I knew you'd come"
"Yeah, well, Henry insisted" she shrugged.
"Oh, I'm sure it was all Henry. You look gorgeous by the way."
She really did. Regina was wearing a dark red dress, which came down to her knees showing her long, slender legs. She wore no stockings; her legs were bare and deliciously smooth. Emma noted the heels. She liked women in heels. Her eyes swiftly glanced over Regina's face, she wore her usual dark makeup but tonight her lips were lacking their darker shade. Instead, Emma could tell, Regina had gently touched it with a light red lipstick, bringing a gentler look on her features. Emma's eyes lingered on those lip, wondering what they'd be like on hers…
Regina rolled her eyes at the compliment. Emma simply watched her a bit more.
"If you weren't planning on inviting me in, I guess I should just leave?" Regina suddenly asked, looking intently at Emma who seemed to be in a trance.
"What?" Emma snapped back to the present "Oh, sorry. Please come in"
Focus Emma! What are you doing?
Quietly scolding herself for her unintentional rudeness, she led Regina inside.
Regina didn't like the house.
She didn't know what it was about the place- the warm decor, the bright colours or just the overly cheerful atmosphere, she just felt out of place.
Emma had led her into the kitchen and excused herself. Regina watched her take the kids back into the living room, where they had little tables and chairs set up. Henry casually trotted along with them and found a spot. A girl sat beside him and said something. She saw Henry mutter a reply, eyeing the girl curiously. Emma walked over to the pair, handing out juice packs. She bent down to ruffle Henry's hair. Regina smiled at the little gesture.
She was so busy watching her son with Emma and his new friend that she didn't notice the woman who was standing in the kitchen with her.
"So you're Mr. Mills' daughter?"
Regina quickly turned towards the woman. She assumed it was Emma's mother, judging by her greying hair and subtle wrinkles around the corner of her mouth.
"Yes, Regina. You must be Mrs. Blanchard?" Regina shook hands with the middle aged woman, who nodded in reply.
"Thank you for the new mirror, it's even better than the one I asked for originally" the woman spoke cheerfully, wearing a bright smile on her face.
Regina offered a polite smile as well, "It was out pleasure. You have a lovely home"
It was a lie of course. The place was neat but she couldn't find any regularity. There was no theme. She noticed on the table the place mats were of different colours, by the window, if one vase was blue, the other was green, another was purple. The house was clean and tidy but she felt as though it needed order. It looked almost like an elementary classroom. Not a home. Yet they lived there.
It doesn't tell anything about the people who live here. Just a bunch of random stuff thrown together. Maybe that is how they are…random…spontaneous… maybe that's how Mrs. Blanchard is. Is Emma this way as well?
Emma finally returned to the kitchen.
"Ma, you need to get over there before the Samuel twins start another food fight, I'm not cleaning up after them again, once was enough" she huffed. Mary Margaret patted her daughter's shoulder and hurried off to the living room.
"You really have your hands full" Regina commented. Emma waved lazily, "Ah well. My mother likes the chaos."
"And you don't?"
Emma thought for a little bit. Regina waited.
"My mother, after my dad died a few years back, had completely drowned herself in her school work. It was the only way she could cope with the grief. After she retired her… depression… was coming back so she decided to open this program. The kids. The chaos. It's important to her. She even made the house look like a classroom. I think it makes it easier for her, to not…feel lonely…" she sighed, but continued, " I just go with it. It's not me. I do it for her."
Regina watched Emma while she talked. She noticed every intake of breath, every tremble in her tone; every glance thrown towards her-she saw it all.
"So…what is you?" she asked the blonde, who gave out a little chuckle. The green eyes looked up into hers.
"Why don't you come on up to my room and I'll show you" Emma winked. Regina's eyes widened
"Now, hold on just a sec-
Emma laughed, "Wow, Regina really? I'm not that crazy…"
"I can't really tell with you, dear. You do seem reckless"
"Reckless? Really? I'm just a little smitten s'all" Emma stood up and made her way to the main hallway, towards the staircase, muttering something under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing! Do you want to come up or not?" she yelled back.
Regina hesitated.
Upstairs. In her room. Alone. With that ridiculous woman. Should I…
Oh what the hell.
Regina walked up to the blonde who was slowly climbing the steps, waiting for her to catch up.