Emma rolled over in bed, burying her head under the covers. She loved weekends. No alarms going off and interrupting her blissfully peaceful sleep. She frowned, however, as voices reached her ears. Voices. Plural. Lifting her head from under the covers, she listened harder, quickly coming to realise that she could hear the muffled conversation of her foster mother and girlfriend. Pushing off the covers, she shuffled towards the door, running a hand through sleep mussed curls. Padding down the stairs, she frowned on seeing Regina perched at the kitchen table drinking tea with Mary Margaret.
"Nice of you to join the land of the living, Emma," smiled the pixie haired woman. "Tea?"
"Please," nodded Emma, taking sliding into the seat next to Regina. "You okay?"
"Perfectly fine," smiled the brunette, slipping a hand into Emma's.
"Were we meant to be doing something today?" asked Emma, frowning as to why Regina was here quite so early.
The brunette shook her head. "No. I just thought I'd come over and see you. Surprise you."
Dragging her chair closer, Emma grinned a she let her head rest on the brunette's shoulder. "You could have come up and woke me, you know."
"Perhaps she would like not to have her head bitten off for rising before lunchtime," smirked Mary Margaret, putting Emma's tea down in front of her.
"And I had things I wanted to discuss with Mary Margaret."
"You what now?" asked Emma, sitting up. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about the prospect of her girlfriend and foster mother 'discussing' things. Whatever those things may be. She became even more nervous when Regina turned to face her, taking both hands in her own.
"I wanted to surprise you with something today," she saw the worry flash through Emma's eyes. "I spoke to Mary Margaret, and she agrees that the room upstairs, is your room. And we both want you to stay, but if you're going to stay, the room has to really become yours."
Emma frowned, torn between tears and confusion. These people really wanted her to stay.
"I thought about having it decorated when you were out as a surprise, but Mary Margaret convinced me this way would be better," said Regina. "So, today, we're going to decorate it together."
This time, the tears did come.
"You can't keep living out of boxes, Emma," said Mary Margaret. "The room is your's, it's about time you made it look like it."
"How early did you get up this morning to get all of this stuff?" asked Emma as she helped Regina unload her car. Tins of paint, brushes, and even curtains were strewn about the car.
"You know I'm an early riser anyway," shrugged Regina, following the blonde back up the stairs. Putting the things she was carrying down, she turned to find Emma perched on the end of the bed, looking around the room. "Are you okay?"
Emma nodded, holding out her arms for Regina to walk into, which the brunette did without question, her own arms coming to rest easily around the blonde's neck. The blonde let her cheek rest against Regina's stomach, nuzzling the familiar soft cotton which no longer smelt of her, but carried the spicier scent of the other girl. "I just can't believe you're doing this for me. It must have cost you a fortune for all this stuff."
"Don't think about the money," said Regina. "Please. I'm not doing this to spend money, I'm doing this because every time I come over here and have to see you still living out of boxes in a room that is no more you than ball gowns and heels it makes me feel like you being here is only something temporary."
"It's not temporary, Ri," said Emma looking up to meet chocolate orbs. "I've got something to stay here for. Something I don't want to lose." She pushed herself up to her feet, wrapping her arms around the brunette. She pressed a sound kiss to lips that were painted red, even to decorate on a Saturday morning. "You."