It had been a couple of weeks after the holidays ended. Everything had come back to normal; Henry came back to school—even with his whimpering about how he should skip class because of his arm—and Emma and Regina had come to an agreement of picking him up after school. They would turn, one day each, but even when it wasn't her turn Emma would casually drive by the Mayor's house to check on him to end up spending the evenings there.

They would leave around dinner's time, although sometimes they stayed for dinner and even had a movie night before leaving. At first they took turns to pick the movie, but then Henry fell asleep watching his mothers' favourites: Star Trek ("Really Emma? How can you prefer this to Star Wars?" Henry had said, Regina nodding in agreement behind him) and Indiana Jones (Regina had felt deeply offended that he had fallen asleep during the first movie). In the end, Henry declared himself the boss of movie night and therefore he would choose what they would watch, and both Emma and Regina agreed to it only to make him happy.

Emma would mostly take Henry back to her place when the movie was over, with the exception of a few nights, but usually she would come back later and be with Regina. Sometimes it wasn't even about sex; they would stay up very late talking about each other, getting to know the other woman.

They had fallen into some sort of routine Regina was loving. Sometimes Emma would come by her office to have lunch with the excuse of going through some files, some nights she would take her out late when no one was on the street to have a secret date, as she liked to call it.

One morning, after escaping their work life and going to Regina's for a few hours, Emma felt the sheets moving and sighed, knowing what that meant. She rolled in bed in time to see a bare Regina leaving the bed. The brunette leaned down to pick up a blue shirt and she put it on under Emma's hungry gaze, buttoning it up slowly to give her lover one last view.

As she buttoned up the last button, she turned and her eyes swept the room. "Have you seen my pants?"

"Stay like this," Emma answered instead, getting a smile from Regina.

"You wish. Now come on, we need to come back; we're going to be late for the weekly meeting."

"We'll just tell them our meeting stretched on since we were discussing very passionately and we didn't notice the hour."

Regina smiled, reaching down to get the now found pants, "Very passionately, huh? Quite a choice of words."

"Well, it is true, isn't it?" Emma teased raising an eyebrow.

Regina threw her shirt at her in response and Emma rolled her eyes.

"Killjoy," she murmured putting her shirt and panties on.

The Mayor sat on the bed and leaned down to give Emma a long, sweet kiss that made her forget everything else. When they separated, Regina's lips hovered Emma's for a while with a ghost of a smile.

"I've meant to ask you something for a while."

"Ask away," Emma encouraged her.

"We have been doing this for a while, and yet every time you undress me, you always take a second and observe my body, since the first time. Why?"

Regina felt Emma's smile before she spoke and the blonde nudged her nose against her lover's.

"There isn't a day I am not amazed by you. I take a second to admire what's in front of me, and to take in how lucky I am to be there, in that moment. Of course you are an amazing woman; you are strong, independent, kind to the ones you care, intelligent, etcetera, etcetera, but you also are smoking hot. I just take a moment to take all that in."

Regina stared at Emma for a moment, taken aback by that answer. She most certainly didn't expect that. Yes, she knew she had a great body, many had told her before, but no one like Emma had. She felt her cheeks turning red and instead of saying anything, she kissed Emma again.

Suddenly, the floor started to tremble beneath them. A lamp fell and took with it a photo frame, the sound of its glass breaking marking the end of the tremor. Regina ran to it, kneeling on the floor, and saw the picture of her with baby Henry. She felt Emma's hand on her shoulder, "What was that?"

And Regina felt it. She felt it going through her veins, filling her with power, and the tip of her fingers casted a few sparks. "It can't be," she whispered to herself.

She gave it a try and nervously passed her hand over the broken photo frame, and when she revealed it again it was perfectly fixed, as if nothing had happened. Regina heard a gasp behind her, mirroring her own.

"How did you…do that?" Emma asked, her eyes wide.

Regina stood and turned to look at her with a frown, "Magic. It's…back."

"What? But how? The earthquake?"

Regina nodded slowly. "There's only one person who would want the magic back."

"Gold," Emma whispered. She picked up her jeans and started to put them on quickly. She hadn't zipped up her boots and she was already storming out of the door.

"Emma wait!" Regina ran behind her and tried to stop her by standing in front of her, "If he has magic back, he's dangerous."

Emma stopped and looked directly in her eyes, "If he's planning something, I have to stop him. He will not hurt anyone."

Regina sighed and nodded, "Okay, but I'm going with you."

As they walked down the street, they saw people recovering from the earthquake but none of them really seemed to know what was actually happened. They asked Emma as they saw her, and after looking at Regina she decided to not to tell them the magic was back. At least not for now.

Both women stormed into Gold's shop, finding him inside talking to Belle. When she saw Regina, she narrowed her eyes and her back tensed.

"Well, hello. Why do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Looking for friendship bracelets?" he teased.

"Shut up Gold, you know why we're here," Regina snapped.

"Ah, so you felt it too?"

"Cut the crap. We know you did it," Emma cut in.

Gold looked over at Emma and smiled, "Bold, but wrong."

The Sheriff narrowed her eyes; it was hard for her to see if he was lying. Suddenly Belle stepped ahead and looked at Regina, "How don't we know it was you?"

"Because I wouldn't have come here to ask him? Besides, I've changed now, even if you people still try to ignore that," Regina said, visibly offended.

Belle crossed her arms, "Well, you locked me up. Excuse me if I have my doubts."

"He locked you up as well and look where it got you," Regina snorted.

"Guys," Emma stared at Regina, who rolled her eyes but shut up. "Let's say I believe you. Then who brought it back?" she continued looking at Gold.

"I honestly have no idea."

Regina leaned in and whispered, "Liar."

He stared at her, the smile ever present on his face, "No, dearie. But if you find out who did it, thank them for me."

Regina was ready to retort when Emma placed her hand on her arm to stop her. Then the Sheriff looked at him, "If I find out you were lying or you're planning something, I will come after you."

He shrugged, "No need to worry, Sheriff."

With one last threatening look, Emma left the shop with Regina following her. "If he didn't do it, then who did it?"

Regina shrugged and shook her head, "I don't know, but I'm going to go find Henry. Whatever it's happening, I'm not letting him get hurt."

Emma nodded in agreement and pulled out her phone, "Okay, I'll go tell my parents. Maybe you can bring Henry to my place and once he's safe we can talk about what's next?"

"Do you think the two idiots would have an idea of who did this?" Emma glared at Regina, who sighed and nodded, "I'll be there."

"Thanks." Emma took a step closer, but not as much as she would want, "Be careful okay?"

"You too. If anything comes up, call me."

Emma nodded and took a breath, whishing she could kiss Regina. Instead, she grabbed her hand and squeezed before she turned to walk towards her apartment, already dialling David's number.