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Regina settled back against Gold's chest, having slid onto his lap after fetching them both a steaming cup of coffee. She offered him his mug, which he happily took and began blowing into the heated beverage. The brunette held her cup close to her chest as she stared dreamily at the two sleepyheads nearest the Christmas tree. Earlier in the day, their two children, had come up to the both of them and begged to stay up late so they could catch Santa leaving behind their presents. Being the supportive parents they are, they agreed to allow them to stay up as late as they could handle so long as they had finished their chores, gotten into their pajamas and snuggled down next to the tree with pillows and blankets. Now, the two of them, were completely conked out after having a cup of hot chocolate and listening to a tale that their father had told them of the time they once helped get everyone back to Storybrooke.

"I think we've somehow managed to create two of the most adorable human beings." Gold whispered as he began running a warm palm along the back of her dress before wrapping it around her and tugging her closer to his chest. "And to think we have another on the way." His eyes fell to her stomach that wasn't quite showing just yet. It had been one of the best early Christmas presents he had ever gotten, the news of their family growing so quickly.

"And powerful." She stated, glancing back at the two slumbering children. The two of them had managed to cast an enchantment on themselves that made it so that their dreams were projected out above their frames. The other point of the enchantment was that they would never have different dreams, they would always be together no matter what.

"It's high time they started using their magic." Gold stated, before realizing that the sentence really had been useless considering they had been using magic since they were toddlers. "I mean..the more advanced part of their magic."

"Not helping." She groaned before leaning her head against his cheek, curling her legs up onto him as he placed his coffee onto the table beside the chair and then wrapped both arms around his loving wife. They had married not long after getting back here to Storybrooke where everyone was surprised to find they had been gone as long as they had. Apparently time in the realm where Hyperion Heights existed moved faster than the one where Storybrooke was situated. It's not like it had only been five minutes, but it hadn't been nearly a year either. "I caught Brandon in your study yesterday. He had his little paws on that box of yours that holds you know what."

"The one that shouldn't be opened under any circumstances?" He asked, only to have his answer the second she nodded and gave him a disapproving look. "I'll take it to the vault tomorrow, make sure to keep it in there where it'll be safe. They come to the shop too often and something as powerful as that should be hidden well away from prying eyes." In fact, it should have been destroyed years ago and yet there currently was no way to do so, but he couldn't abandon it and allow it to fall into the hands of someone who would unleash it's horrors onto the world. He had a family to think about. "He could have-"

"I know, I told him that he wasn't to go in there when his daddy wasn't there to show him all of the treasures." It had been a quick moment of I'm sorry Mommy, but it still caused fear to well up inside of her like a volcano. But letting him know that it was that dangerous would only scare the child, so she opted for not telling him about it just yet.

"Will get a lock for it." He said, nuzzling his face into the bend of her neck and placing a chaste kiss to her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Her voice was soft as she slowly moved to face him, leaning so that she could put her mug where his was and then placed both of her hands on either side of his face, looking him in the eyes before speaking again. "They are our children. Odds are..they will get into trouble and will go poking their noses in places that are likely dangerous. But they are our children. We will always find a way to fix whatever it is they do." Leaning forward she claimed his lips with her own. He tasted of cookies and milk, having dug into the treats their children had set out for Santa not too long ago.