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Emma woke up once again to find Mary Margaret pressed into her back.
She had been changed into her cosiest pyjamas, a bucket by the side of the bed and a towel underneath her head in case she had been sick in her sleep, like she had so many times before.
Mary Margaret was awake and stroking Emma's cool stomach unconsciously, humming to herself, waiting for the blonde to wake up.
"Hello, sweetheart." Mary Margaret smiled as Emma rolled over in bed. Mary Margaret rubbed Emma's forehead lovingly, then drawing rhythmic circles on Emma's cheeks. "How are you feeling?"
"Gross." Emma said, wanting to crawl into a hole and never get out. "Did I pass out?" Emma asked.
Her blackouts had become more frequent on the new drug she was taking, Doctor Hopper still trying to work out the correct dosage for her.
"Yeah, but Regina was there with you." Mary Margaret smiled.
"She stayed?" Emma asked, used to people running a mile as she threw up in public toilets, everyone assuming she had had too much to drink.
"Yeah, she asked to me to say: 'I hope you're ok and I'll see you around.'" Emma grinned at Regina's words.
"So I didn't totally gross her out?" Emma asked, her stomach already feeling better.
"Quite the opposite I think." Mary Margaret laughed as Emma closed her eyes with happiness.
"Yeah, I think sometimes my uncontrollable vomiting is really attractive." Emma joked.
"Emma!" Mary Margaret laughed, pushing Emma away, for a minute forgetting anything was really happening inside Emma, she just seemed like her old, bubbly, unquestionably sarcastic self.
"I'm going to the library today, I need to return my book and Archie says I have to leave the house very day so…" Emma pushed herself up in the bed, moving around the bed to the chest of drawers, Mary Margaret remained laid down.
"Would you take back mine too?" Mary Margaret asked.
"You don't want to come with me?" Emma asked, not hurt, just surprised as her brunette friend tried to butt in on every escapade she embarked on.
"I promised David I'd take him lunch at the station." Mary Margaret grinned.
"You guys are gross." Emma pretended to retch, pulling on a clean bra and top.
"Yes we are." Mary Margaret sighed, Emma throwing her dirty pyjamas pants at her.
Emma was ready to go out in less than 15 minutes.
"Are you sure you haven't got a hot date?" Mary Margaret asked, Emma looked nervously over her appearance for something she must have missed.
"You look gorgeous as ever…"
Mary Margaret reassured her, tucking a wayward piece of hair behind Emma's ear.
"You just usually take an age to get ready." Mary Margaret grinned at Emma, who pooh poohed her last comment.
"I just feel good today." Emma smiled, glad to admit she felt a weight off her shoulder as she knew Regina wasn't completely repulsed by her.
Emma walked up to Belle in Storybrooke library, the short woman grinning to see Emma.
"Where have you been hiding?" She asked, wobbling in her far too high heels, making her way around the desk to engulf Emma in a hug. "I heard the new Mayor is very pretty."
Belle batted her eye lids suggestively, Emma had never kept the fact she batted for both teams a secret.
Emma just blushed, jumping as the door jangled noisily open, the door jittering dangerously on it's hinges, a ball of hyperactive-ness hurled himself into the child's section.
"Henry Mills!" A stern voice called, but the little boy pretended not to hear her, burying his head in a big book.
Belle looked at Emma who was a violent shade of beetroot.
"That's her!" Belle laughed. "She is cute." The married woman looking at Regina through thick lashes.
"Emma?" Emma heard her name being called, her heart clamping up as the silkiest voice she had ever heard in her life floated to her ears.
Emma turned around, her cheeks still pink.
"You look lovely as ever." Regina complemented Emma, the blonde not sure how to take the praise and just nodded.
"Say something you oaf!" Belle whispered urgently from behind Emma.
"Hi…" Emma drawled out, mortified that that was the only word out of the entire English dictionary that she could produce.
"I just read that book." Regina gestured to the book on the counter, in front of Emma, not fazed by Emma's lack of words, happy to do the talking for the both of them.
"I'm… I'm not good at making… At talking…" Emma fumbled over her words, feeling tears pricking in her eyes, her voice tensing as Regina looked at her with big sad eyes.
"Please tell me you read it before you watched the film?" Regina asked, Emma nodding, smiling as Regina hadn't taken notice at her admission of weakness. "Well, that's good, I can't be dealing with people who watch the film before reading the book." Regina joked, Emma laughing, Regina bringing her plump lips into a wide smile as she saw the true happiness in Emma's eyes.
"Mum! Mum!" The little boy came chanting up to Regina.
"Henry, this is my friend, Emma…" Regina introduced the little boy, who looked bug eyed at the tall woman.
"You've got Rapunzel hair." He gaped, running around the back of Emma. "It almost touches your bum!" He marvelled.
"He is slightly in love with any and every Fairy-tale you have ever heard of." Regina smiled at Emma, who seemed flattered by her son's interest in her.
"Mum is going to let me watch a film when we get home, have you ever watched Tangled?" He asked, Emma shook her head. "Mum, can Emma come and watch Tangled! She's never seen it!"
Henry begged his Mum, dancing on his feet and clasping his hands together.
"Why don't you ask her?" Regina suggested.
"Emma?" He pouted at her, Emma not having the heart to say no.
"Sounds great." Emma grinned, looking up at Regina who loved the woman for going out of her comfort zone just to make Henry feel happy.
"You've just made his day." Regina smiled, touching Emma's arm lightly, finding Emma wasn't quite so averse to being touched today.
"He just made my day." Emma blushed, Regina smiling at Emma's sweet nature.
Both women's eyes followed Henry as he passed his books to Belle, who stamped them all for him.
"You gave me a scare last night." Regina admitted, biting her lip, her hand still resting on Emma's upper arm. "It's good to see you looking a little less green."
"I'm sorry, sometimes I can't swallow my tablets, I get tired quickly, and last night wore me out." Emma opened up to Regina, who moved her hand gently down Emma's arm and intertwined their fingers gently.
"Well, you can sleep through this film, I promise I won't tell Henry." Regina squeezed Emma's hand, then went to released it, shocked to feel Emma's grip firm on her hand.
Emma suddenly realized she was holding Regina's hand like it was David's.
"Sorry…" Emma fumbled to pull her hand away, but Regina fell on.
"Don't apologize for everything, dear." Regina rubbed the back of Emma's hand with the pad of her thumb.
Henry finally made his way back to Regina, showing his empty arms to prove he hadn't tried to sneak any new books home.
"Can I hold your hand?" Henry looked up Emma. "Mum is." He pointed out, Emma holding her hand out, feeling Henry's warm, slightly sweaty palm against her own.
"We're walking home, is that ok?" Regina asked Emma, the blonde nodding.
The walk home was filled with Henry basically explaining the entire film plot to Emma, who nodded in all the right places.
Emma was content in having both of her hands held, Regina hand melding perfectly against her own.
"You can tell him to be quiet." Regina whispered to Emma.
"He's sweet." Emma countered, feeling right at home, between the two brunettes.
"Tell me that when he's explained the plot of every film to you." Regina chuckled, Emma shaking her head, not believing that Henry could ever become annoying, his voice so innocent and pure.
They made it to Regina's house, which was more like a mansion, Emma feeling immediately uncomfortable in the big hallway.
Regina had finally relinquished her hold on Emma, putting hers and her son's coat on the hook, then offering to take Emma's.
"Why don't you try telling me something about yourself?" Regina tried to help Emma feel more included, watching Henry bolt into the living room to pick out the film. "Anything… Do you like tequila?" Regina tried, watching Emma laugh, Regina melting at how much he adored that laugh.
"Everyone likes tequila." Emma smiled. "I don't know what to say, I don't want to say anything really deep and…"
"Emma, you're not going to scare me, Henry maybe, but not me…" Regina assured her, pulling lightly at her arm to guide her into the kitchen.
Regina then rifled through the cupboards, pretending not to be able to find something, to allow Emma a chance to gather herself.
"I guess…" Emma started, Regina pulling out the microwavable popcorn. "I should warn you, I have panic attacks a lot, I shouldn't be here… I don't want Henry to…"
"Emma, dear, if you feel uncomfortable you can go, but I can deal with panic attacks." Regina smiled, putting the popcorn in the microwave.
"Mine are horrible." Emma sighed, looking down at the floor. Regina took a few paces, so her and Emma were stood a mere inch apart.
"But you are wonderful, so if people can't deal with all of you, then cut them out of your life." Regina said bluntly.
"You can deal with all of me?" Emma asked.
"Every single little bit of you." Regina rubbed her hand across Emma's cheek, nodding reverently. "But right now, we're going to go and watch Tangled, a horrific recreation of Rapunzel. You ready?"
Regina pulled the bowl of popcorn from the microwave and linked her arm in Emma's.
"Ready." Emma felt a new sense of being, she had made an amazing new friend today, Regina barely knew her and she was completely ready to accept all of Emma's demons.
There was a little part of Emma that was laughing at her seeming foolishness of accepting Regina so quickly, but Regina seemed sincere about her promises and Emma pushed away the dark thoughts quickly.
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