Hello there, guys! Well, the G!P prompt was for a totally different story, this one is done, without 'soldiers' lol. Anyway, I have started something, and when I have enough chapters, I'll post the first one to feel the waters. It'll be mainly humor and smut.
Now, the last piece of another amazing journey. I hope you like it; I certainly loved writing it, it's been fun and I had a great time. Thank you so much for sticking with me until the end, you guys are the best!
Until next time!
Chapter Twenty-four
Emma was still in a haze of bliss, alcohol, tears and smiles as they drove away, feeling Regina's hand on hers as the streets of their childhood passed by before their eyes.
The past two weeks had been a weird turmoil, with hints of last minutes nervousness, panic attacks, and a lot of frustration.
Cora had moved out a few months ago, right after the wedding preparations started. Along with Katherine, she had helped Regina pick every color and every detail for every little thing that would decorate the Town Hall.
Usually they asked for Emma's opinion when they had already made a decision, so it rarely counted for anything, and Emma was glad to be free from that burden – she was busy enough keeping in her pants with Regina in such dragon mood.
Cora would move to France after the wedding, and when she flew to sell their apartment in Miami, Emma thought she would get lucky now that her mother-in-law was out of their hair.
Then the apocalyptical bachelorette party happened.
Ruby organized the celebration of the century for Emma, who probably drank beer and tequila enough for a lifetime.
Late that night, when Regina came home after going out with MM and Katherine for drinks she found the blonde passed out on their front porch, Killian under her arm and a girl wearing almost no clothes under the other.
When Regina finally managed to kick Emma's companies, the blonde was in absolute no condition to explain to Regina that the girl was Killian's date, and not a stripper. To make things more embarrassing, Ruby had called their house in the morning.
"I know it's hard to believe, because usually we don't bring the cake to the party, but really Regina. We did not hire a stripper for her, she was with Killian-"
Emma cringed as Regina hung up on Ruby. Her friend's voice sounded too loud on the speaker, and even though Emma hoped it would help her sorry ass, she was glad Regina had ended the call.
"So you don't bring the cake to the party, huh?" she hissed, while Emma groaned in pain on the couch. "Well, I guess you deserve it."
"Gina, she was not a stripper-"
"Very well," the brunette smacked a bottle of aspirin on the coffee table and left a bucket next to the couch. "Don't you dare throw up on my carpet."
Emma rolled to the side, pressing her forehead against the leather of the Mills couch – well, it was her couch now. She heard Regina slam the front door as she left for work a few extra hours on Saturday.
Great. They were not even married yet and she was already in the sleeping on the couch.
Henry came downstairs on his pajamas, and he silently placed a glass of water next to the aspirin bottle. Emma felt him peck her forehead, and she missed the contact and his scent the second he left the TV room and went back to the kitchen.
He prepared two bowls of Froot Loops and made sure Emma aimed for the bucket when she stared at the colorful meal floating on milk and turned a slight shade of green.
"Mom is pissed at you," he said half asleep, pulling her by the hand when he finished his breakfast. "Let's go to my room, you'll sleep better on my bed."
"I have a bed," she grunted, sitting up as she rubbed her eyes.
"Yeah, but mom said you're not allowed on her bedroom, so," he shrugged. "Bring the bucket, I don't mind."
"I could kiss you if I was sure I would not puke again," Emma grinned at him.
"That's gross, ma," he chuckled, leading the way upstairs. He closed his Pink and The Brain drapes and pointed his small bed as he turned the TV on. Emma watched him as he put the volume down and sat on the rug to watch the morning cartoons.
Smiling to herself, she dove under the Spiderman blanket that she gave him and fell asleep almost immediately with her nose buried on his pillow.
By the end of the day, Regina found both Emma and her son sleeping, cuddling like two children.
She smiled, glad that Emma was too far gone to see that she wasn't so mad at her.
Cora came back from Miami and Emma decided to spend the last week before the wedding on her house. It had been a wise decision; Regina was being guarded like a virgin ready for a sacrifice to the Gods.
And in the same blur that it started, that week was over and it was their wedding day.
Emma felt all the frustration go away when she saw Regina by the double doors of Town Hall, hand in hand with Henry. She looked stunning on her wedding dress, and she was smiling at Emma, her eyes drenched with a million words, emotions and happy tears. Her olive skin stood out beautifully in the white dress, and her black hair adorned with tiny flowers made her look like a goddess.
Emma had never seen such a magnificent human being.
Upon receiving that smile and seeing Regina for the first time after a horrible week apart, Emma felt her body relax, and thick, warm tears came down her face as Regina and Henry slowly strolled towards her. She heard Ruby snickering; by the end of the ceremony, she was crying more than Emma and Mary Margaret put together.
At the reception, the blonde had a second meltdown when Henry presented her with his new birth certificate - he had 'Swan' added to his last name - and formal adoption papers, which she signed while Mary Margaret patted her back for comfort as Emma sobbed like a baby.
The weird bubble only popped in that second, when Emma entered the car with Regina and they drove away from the party and it was finally just the two of them.
"You look so beautiful," Regina muttered, adjusting the collar of Emma's shirt and loosening her tie a bit. "And I missed you so much, you idiot."
Emma chuckled, pulling Regina into her arms. "I missed you like hell. And I'll need to watch our wedding video, because I didn't register anything that just happened."
Regina laughed, snuggling closer. "Are you horny?"
The blonde scoffed. "I would've fucked you in front of the whole town when I saw you."
"Would have?" she asked amused.
"Henry was looking."
"Right."
"You look gorgeous. You are gorgeous. I can't believe this is happening," Emma muttered, kissing the back of Regina's hand and then squeezing it.
"Well, it is," Regina grinned, placing one hand on Emma's face. They were both too tipsy and tearful, but once the car came to a stop, the brunette looked out of the window. "Go tell them."
Emma kissed her one more time before she stepped out of the vehicle. With a lot of effort, she managed to take her eyes off of Regina for a moment and walk towards her parents' grave.
"Hey," she said quietly, turning to check on the car as she shoved her hands into her pockets. The black limo was waiting for her at a distance, and Regina was there, but she could not shake the fear that she would open her eyes and wake up from that wonderful dream. "Regina and I got married, mom," Emma let out a small chuckle that turned into a sob. "We have a son, Henry. You… You would've loved him, he's so beautiful and smart," she wiped her eyes and swallowed hard. This was being more difficult than she had anticipated. "I'm so happy, mom… You don't have to worry about me anymore, okay? They got me now. They're not going anywhere. I'll be okay, so... Go get some rest, Ingrid Swan. I love you."
1997
Killian Jones hit the gas pedal of the bug, adjusting his sunglasses as the wind rippled through the car windows. Emma and Regina had finally tied the knot, Mary and David had their baby boy two weeks ago, and Ruby, his love, was happily engaged to Sarge Gale.
He was now a thirty-one year old bachelor with a small fortune and a boat, and he was going to say goodbye to his uncle before he set sail for good.
He was two hours away from Storybrooke, when he spotted at distance someone waving from the roadside. He squinted, registering a long and colorful dress, and then a mane of brown, curly hair.
He slowed down as he approached the woman. She had a guitar case strapped on her back, and she was very beautiful.
"Where to, milady?" he asked, opening the passenger door for her.
"Um," she smiled. "Where are you going, uh, milord?"
He grinned broadly. "Boston."
"Why?"
"To see my uncle."
"Well, Boston sounds right," she said, jumping in the car.
"You're just… wandering?" he frowned. "No destination?"
"I'm going with the flow," she winked at him, lighting a cigarette. "I'm Milah, by the way," she stretched her hand.
"Killian Jones," he shook it, noticing she was looking at his missing fingers.
"Definitively not. You're Captain Hook."
He laughed, nodding. "Well, fasten your seatbelt then, sailor. I plan on getting to Boston by the end of the night if the winds help us."
2006
Regina flipped her notebook shut and removed her reading glasses. She kept the device on her lap for another five minutes, impressed with how easily her mother had mastered that Skype thing. In the past couple of years, their phone bill had been ridiculously expensive, and she was actually glad those days were over.
As Mayor – she had been elected again after pausing for one term of office to take care of their children – she was glad she could give herself a day off to deal with birthday formalities from their large bed.
She looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was 5:10 p.m.
She opened the notebook again and connected with Emma's account. Two minutes later, Henry was calling her from New York to wish her a happy birthday with his now deep voice. She could barely believe that her little boy was a grown man, at least seven inches taller than Emma, looking the funniest thing squeezed behind the steering wheel of the GTI – which was a present from Emma for his sixteenth birthday as promised years ago inside an ambulance.
He was accepted at NYU right after finishing High School, and he had been a role model as a teenager– much to Mr. Gold's relief. However, they couldn't say the same about the rest of their offspring.
Regina had just finished talking to Henry when she heard the loud rumble on the front door, and loud voices and steps echoed from downstairs.
"Kid, watch your step-! I'm serious, you're gonna need stitches again- Hey! That is expensive-"
Regina placed the notebook carefully on her bedside table and smiled in anticipation. The reason why she was turning forty and not feeling old at all was about to cross her bedroom door-
It burst open, and a blonde, green-eyed boy got to her first, jumping in her waiting arms, followed by two screeching girls.
"Happy birthday, mom!" he giggled, and Regina always wondered how could it be possible that he looked so much like Emma without being her biological son.
Regina and James were knocked down to the bed when his sisters, Ingrid and Harriet, jumped on top of them for the cutest family hug. They were triplets, but the girls were entirely their mother, with shiny black hair and beautiful brown eyes.
When she managed to lift her head, Regina saw Emma watching them from the doorway. She had the goofiest smile on her beautiful face, and she was carrying a box in her arms.
"Happy birthday, mom," she winked, approaching the bed carefully. Like magic, the eight year-old triplets sat down expectantly, looking from their blonde mom to the brunette.
"What's this?"
"It's Cujo, mom!" Harriet screamed, clasping her hands around her mouth. Emma burst out laughing as James and Ingrid protested that she couldn't keep a secret.
Regina eyed Emma suspiciously. "Emma."
"Don't be mad, baby," the blonde knelt in front of Regina and opened the box. "We just got him from the shelter-"
A dachshund puppy flew on top of the small mob of Swan-Mills assembled on the bed. As the kids screamed and laughed, Regina held him at eye level, earning a very wet lick on her face.
She held him against her chest and stared at Emma, kissing the top of his head.
"You named this little boy Cujo?" she chuckled, looking incredulously at her wife. "He's so cute!"
"Wait until he grows teeth and start eating your Louboutin shoes-"
"What?"
"Uh, kids, why don't you take Cujo out so he can poop? I think he's holding back since we got him in the car…"
When the small horde of children disappeared downstairs with their new puppy, Emma leaned over and pulled Regina to a long kiss.
"You're not getting off the hook just because your kisses almost make me come, Sheriff," Regina grunted with her eyes closed, pulling Emma on top of her.
"He won't eat your shoes, I promise," Emma whispered with a low chuckle, capturing her lips into another breathtaking kiss. "And David is coming to pick them at six."
Regina opened her eyes. She had small expression lines around them now, and Emma loved when Regina smiled and they showed up.
"Why is David coming to pick them?"
"Because I made reservations for us in that Italian canteen that you like, and I also made reservations for us in this bed so I can eat you up until you forget your name, Madam Mayor…"
Regina felt her body shivering and goosebumps erupted on her skin. The annoying throbbing had already started between her legs with simple words in a way only Emma could manage.
"Emma-"
"Yeah?" the blonde whispered, hovering over Regina with a small smile, holding her weight on both hands.
"I love you, you beautiful delinquent," she said with a loving smile.
"Love you forever, my hot, hot dweeb…"
XXX
It was late at night, and Emma woke up to an empty bed.
She remembered Regina saying she was going down for a glass of water, but she didn't make it back to their bedroom. The house was oddly silent when Emma tiptoed on the hallway, taking a few seconds to register that she could even run if she wanted – their kids weren't home.
She made a quick stop in the kitchen, where she found Cujo snoring with his legs up in the air. She smiled and made her way to the TV room, where she found Regina. She was wearing her silk robe, her short hair still ruffled from their earlier activities and she smiled when she saw Emma, admiring the long, toned legs in shorts under the huge plaid shirt.
"How come you look so sexy after forty years?" Regina grunted, stretching a hand to pull Emma with her on the couch. She had a box with old photographs on her lap, and the ones on the top were pictures of Emma and the rest of their friends when they were younger.
"I could ask you the exact same thing," Emma sat down, pulling Regina against her body and kissing her head. "God, the scent of your hair…"
Regina chuckled. "I don't have those catwalk legs or toned muscles like you do. I had babies. Three babies. My body-"
Emma shushed her with a tender, deep kiss. "Your body is wonderful," she said quietly. "And it's my favorite, most sacred place in the world."
"Oh is it?"
"Of course! It's the reason why, besides Henry, I have three awesome kids. And earth-shaking orgasms."
"You're such an ass kisser, Emma Swan," Regina laughed, kissing her as she straddled her lap.
Emma groaned when she realized her wife was naked under that robe.
"Jesus Christ, Mills… For that ass… I can be anything you want me to be-"
A loud bark and scratching noises made them snap back to reality.
"Shit. I think Cujo wants to pee-"
"You can go walk him around the block," Regina patted Emma's shoulder, dismounting her.
"What?"
"I'll be waiting for you in our bed, dear."
"Naked?"
"Naked."
"Okay."
As Emma dragged her feet towards the kitchen, Regina called her back.
"Do not come through the window."
"Regina, I'm forty! I would probably snap my neck if I tried."
"Good. Because if you did-"
"You would resuscitate me so that you could kill me again. I know."
"Don't be long."
"I'll see you in a bit."
Regina smiled. "I love you."
Emma grinned from the front door with Cujo jumping on his leash. "And I love you back, Mills."
