A/N-Another one with some long monologue. I hope you guys like it and let me know. We're going to get back to fluffy, fun stuff again, soon. I promise. I know they've been short, but I don't currently have my own laptop and have to use someone else's whenever I get the chance, so here you go!
Friday morning when Emma woke up Regina was already in the kitchen making breakfast, so she took the opportunity to shower in the bathroom inside of their bedroom. She let the water pour over her skin, scorching and leaving her pale complexion an angry red. When she was finished, she dried off with a heavy towel and dressed herself in dark jeans and a black tank top, afterward pulling her wet hair into a loose ponytail. She decided it couldn't hurt to eat breakfast with Regina.
She missed her wife. They may not have been married very long, but they were coming up on their anniversary of being together for 3 years. Emma could hardly believe it had been so long. At the exact moment she had that thought her mind changed. 3 years did no justice to their relationship. They had fought each other, then fought together, then for each other. They made an eclipse happen. They had crossed mountains and swam oceans. The first year they had lived together held more arguments and make-up sex than Emma could even recall. They had fallen into an easy pattern of co-parenting Henry, and then the same day that they had talked about getting married and adding more children to their family, they conceived a child together, something neither of them would have ever imagined being possible.
She walked into the kitchen to see Regina putting bacon onto a paper towel covered plate. The dark haired woman padded around the kitchen expertly in her usual business attire; a white button-up blouse and a black high-waist pencil skirt. Without even turning around to look at her, the brunette spoke.
"Good morning, Emma." After all three words were spoken, she finally turned. She smiled at the blonde. It wasn't a full smile, but it was genuine. Dark chocolate eyes were heavy-lidded and tired looking. "I made breakfast. And you can actually get as much bacon as you want since Henry isn't here to devour it all first."
Emma chuckled lightly, walking further into the kitchen. "Thanks." She paused, thinking of how to approach her question. She decided straight-forward was best. "You're going to work today?"
"I have a lot to catch up on. I'm afraid our honeymoon wasn't taken at the best time for the town."
"Oh. I...uh...I thought we could talk today. David said he'd cover the station and Henry isn't coming back until this evening."
Regina thought a moment before answering hesitantly. "I guess I could work the weekend instead. I'll just call the office and let my secretary know." She left the room to do so and Emma ate her breakfast quickly. This wasn't how she wanted to morning to go. It felt like they had no passion and Regina was being awfully careful of what she said and how she acted. Emma found herself hating what she did to Regina. Even if their sex life was going to be temporarily stagnant, it didn't mean she needed to behave the way she was behaving. Emma wanted Regina back. She wanted the other woman's fire and passion back. She had, after too long of trying, finally defeated the former queen, but that wasn't what she wanted anymore. It hadn't been what she wanted for a long time.
When Regina came back from her phone call, Emma stood in front of her, blocking her way to the cupboard for a plate. Regina looked down immediately and Emma mentally kicked herself for managing to destroy her wife's confidence. One pale hand reached under the tan chin, gently lifting it so it was straight and level, parallel to the floor. Dark eyes remained pointed down and the full bottom lip began to quiver.
"Regina, look at me...please?" Emma whispered gently. When heavy lids uncovered chocolate eyes, Emma saw that they were filled with tears, threatening to pour over. Emma leaned in and pressed her lips to the ones she had kissed a thousand times. Regina didn't respond at first, but when Emma pushed her lips against the other woman's a second time, slightly harder than the first, the darker woman released a defeated whimper and gave in. The two stood kissed heatedly with only their lips for several minutes before Regina pulled away.
"You said you wanted to talk."
"Or we could kiss a little longer," Emma offered meekly.
Regina shook her head. "That's not fair."
"What? What do you mean?"
"You. You tell me you forgive my not telling you. Then you say you'll need time before we'll be us again. I'm walking on eggshells around my home. The home I've been in for more than 30 years. A home I so willingly share with you, because that's what you do when you're in love. Then you kiss me, a kiss I've been needing so much. I know this is big, Emma. I know this is a worse argument that any we've had before. But I've never made you purposefully feel like I was going to leave you. We both have abandonment issues, Emma. And I know keeping what I did from you, I know it was wrong. But so was you making me feel like I'd lost my wife. I've given you everything. I'll continue to give you everything, always. But we have a son, and we're bringing another child into this world, so you need to decide, and quickly, if my everything is enough for you. Because that everything, it's all I have. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. I finally have the life I've always wanted. A wife, a family, David and I became friends, Tink and Ruby are my friends. And if you leave me, I'll lose it all. Do you not recall the stories of what happened the last time I lost everything I loved?"
"Is that a threat?" Emma asked, though not viciously, curiously.
"No. It's a reminder that I am weak. It would destroy me, and I would have no one to blame but myself. I've already lost one friend in this mess, the one I felt I could actually be myself with because guys care less about bitchiness. You understand what it feels like to be alone. That's how I feel."
"Did you and David have an argument?"
"What?...No, of course not."
"Why have you lost his friendship?"
"I didn't think you'd be ok with us being friends anymore."
"You would stop being friends with him if I wanted you to?"
"Emma, what aren't you getting? I'd give up anything for you. You, Henry, this baby, you're all I need."
Emma deliberated a moment. "I didn't say you couldn't be friends with David."
"Oh? Even though we can't have sex because it would be nagging at you that I've slept with him, I could hang out with him and you wouldn't think we were secretly having an affair?" Regina's voice was detached but angry. The fire had returned to her eyes and it was in that moment that Emma realized the truth.
"No. No, because after everything we've been through, Regina, I do trust you. I trust that you didn't tell me for a good reason, because look what I've done to you with that knowledge. I trust you because I love you. I trust you because...because you and Henry and this baby...you guys are everything to me, too. Oh, Regina, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Emma started crying. Not a graceful crying like Regina, not in a beautiful way that the brunette had managed to do. She was bawling, hard and fast. She pulled Regina into her arms and held her as tightly as she could, stroking the dark hair with one hand and the other hand holding strong against the small of the petite woman's back. Regina raised her arms to hold Emma's waist, running her fingers soothingly against the blonde's sides.
The two women who had been through more in their lives than anyone ever deserved stood there holding each other and crying. They cried until they couldn't anymore. They gripped at each other until their muscles fell asleep from straining. They leaned into each other as if they were the only people that existed, because in that moment, they both realized that no matter how big their mistakes were, no matter how much they messed up and fought, they would always come back to each other. They were each others' family.