A/N: I really don't want to start this chapter. It's the beginning of the end! I have absolutely loved writing this fan fiction and I have been blown away by the response I have had to my first attempt at an actual storyline. I can't say thank you enough for your support. Many people have asked me to continue the story and much as I would love to, I feel this fic has run its course. Any more would be dragging it out. I could however be persuaded to do an epilogue but thus far a worthy scenario/plot is yet to present itself to me…
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Oh and because it's the last chapter, there are some sexy times - NSFW!
January 13th 2016
"You just need to sign there to confirm all your possessions have been released back to you," Fa instructed as she handed Emma a form and pointed to the bottom of the page.
Emma nodded, scanned the list of her measly belongings she had been arrested with, and scrawled her name.
"That's everything done," Fa smiled. "You're free to go. Keep out of trouble Miss Swan, I don't want to see you back here any time soon."
"You won't," Emma assured.
"Good," Fa nodded. "Now go and make up for the time you've missed with your son."
Emma grinned, thanked the officer and turned to say farewell to Booth. She had to admit, she was going to miss him. Their weekly sessions had become part of her routine in prison and the man had been her rock over the past eleven months. After Regina got stabbed, their sessions had increased numerically and in intensity. Emma had become comfortable in his presence, reassured by his steady voice, reliant on his advice.
She took a deep breath and held out her hand. "Thank you for everything Mr Booth," she said as he shook her hand.
"My pleasure, Miss Swan," he said warmly. "It's not often in this job that I come across a genuinely good person but you, you're one of them. You should never have been inside and I'm sure you'll never come back."
"I wouldn't change it, being here, not a thing," Emma shrugged. When Booth frowned, she continued. "Meeting Neal, getting pregnant, recovering the watches he stole, getting arrested, getting convicted, coming to FCI. Everything led to where I am now. I have Regina, I have Henry. I have a family. It's not been easy. It's been painful and sad and frustrating and difficult in every conceivable way. But it was all worth it. Thank you Booth. Thank you for being there for me."
"Anytime Emma," he said. "You have my number. If you ever want to talk or anything, please call."
"I will."
"Good," Booth nodded. "Now get out of here and go and have a fabulous life."
Emma laughed as Booth led her over to the door. "Ready?" he asked, his hand resting on the handle. Emma nodded and the man pushed the door open.
The cool January air whipped Emma's hair back from her shoulders as she squinted against the bright morning sun. Within seconds however, her eyes found what they were looking for. Regina was leaning against a sleek black Mercedes, holding a bottle for Henry who was feeding hungrily. The brunette hadn't even noticed her girlfriend was walking towards the little family.
"Can I take over?" she asked as she approached.
"Emma!" Regina gasped, looking up from her son to stare at the blonde.
"Hey," she said, simply.
Regina wrapped her free arm around Emma and the blonde hugged her back, placing a kiss to Regina's cheek as she broke away.
"Here, take your son," Regina said, pulling the bottle from Henry's lips and holding the baby out. Henry whimpered slightly at having his meal cut short but quietened as soon as Emma's hand placed the teat back to his mouth. Regina smiled at the sight before her. Emma was free. Their son had two mothers. They were a family.
Regina opened the passenger door and Emma sat down, staring at her son's peaceful face as she waited for Henry to finish his feeding. The blonde watched in awe as the milk disappeared steadily, the boy's round tummy visibly expanding as he drank. She felt so completely happy, sitting there with Henry, Regina by her side. Emma sighed in contentment as she pulled the empty bottle away and moved her son to rest against her chest as Regina placed a muslin over her shoulder.
"Let's go home," Emma said as she finished burping Henry a few minutes later.
"Do you want me to help you strap him in?" Regina offered as Emma stood to carry Henry to his car seat in the back.
"Nah, I'll figure it out, thanks," Emma smiled.
Regina nodded and walked around to the driver's side, slipping into her seat and waiting for Emma to join her in the front.
When Henry was safely buckled in, Emma picked up the bag of her few possessions and threw them into the trunk, noting as she did so that it was mostly full of a collapsed buggy, toys, and a pair of horse riding boots.
When she was sat beside Regina, Emma turned to her girlfriend and looked at her properly for the first time. The brunette's makeup was immaculate as always but there was something different, something extra, but Emma couldn't put her finger on what. Her dark hair was styled carefully to frame her face and accentuate her cheekbones. Her winter coat covered what Emma assumed was a dress, judging by the pantyhose she could see.
"How are you feeling?" Regina asked as she watched her girlfriend's eyes rove over her.
"Weird," Emma admitted. "But a good weird. I'm happy, really happy."
"Me too," Regina said. "I'm so glad you're free Emma. I can't wait for you to see our home."
In that moment, Emma realised what was different. Regina looked free too, like she had been waiting since July to truly break away from the prison. Every weekend at visitation, Regina had been returning to the place she had been locked up for three years. She had been reminded weekly of the memories of the trauma that had led to her incarceration and the feud with her sister and mother. But from today, she would never again have to drive to FCI.
"We're free Regina, and I can't wait for the three of us to be a family," Emma said, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on plump red lips. Regina sighed into the contact and couldn't help but deepen the kiss instantly. Five and a half months of tame touches and kisses at visitation hadn't been enough. Her tongue was welcomed into Emma's hot mouth, a moan swallowed by eager lips as her fingers tangled in blonde hairs as she leaned across the car to get closer to her girlfriend.
"Wait," Emma said, pulling back after a minute and breathing deeply. "Not here," she said, glancing out the window at FCI. "Let's go home."
Emma's jaw dropped as Regina flicked the indicator and turned the luxurious vehicle onto a wide drive, flanked on either side by tall trees casting dappled shadows across the road.
"This is it?" Emma asked as she passed an ornate iron sign reading Swan Stables.
Regina nodded. "This is it," she confirmed as the car rounded the bend and the house came into view for the first time.
"Wow!" Emma gasped as her eyes raked over the huge building. The old barn conversion was far bigger than the pictures had made it look. The large front door was set in the middle, with two windows on either side downstairs and a further six on the upper level. "It's huge Regina!" Emma said, turning to the brunette as she parked the Mercedes alongside the Land Rover.
"It's not that big once you get used to it," Regina argued, turning to smile at her awestruck girlfriend. "Do you want a tour?"
Emma nodded mutely and climbed out. She glared momentarily at the Land Rover. She didn't think she'd ever forgive the vehicle for the days of worry she had endured all those months ago. Ducking back into the car, she lifted a sleeping Henry and closed the door lightly to avoid waking him.
Regina was stood beside a small wooden gate, waiting. She smiled as Emma and their son approached.
"You were right," Emma said. "The car does send him to sleep."
"He'll wake in a bit, it's nearly lunch time. But before that happens, let's get you settled in. So over there," Regina said, waving her hand to the right, "are the stables. I've got four loose boxes finished already and the rest are in construction. And to the left are most of the paddocks. The menage is behind the stable block. I'll take you down there after Henry's eaten and you can meet Trigger." Emma nodded and smiled at the mention of her girlfriend's new horse before staring around at her new home.
"It all looks amazing Regina," Emma said.
"Do you want to see inside?" Regina asked.
Emma nodded and walked through the gate Regina was now holding open for her. The path weaved between flowerbeds, carefully tended even in the cool winter. A large apple tree stood by the wall, casting a shadow over one of the windows as it waved gently in the breeze. Emma thought the dirt around the base looked like it had been freshly disturbed.
As Regina reached the door, she turned around. "I almost forgot," she said, dipping her hand into her handbag and rummaging around until her fingers felt cool metal.
"Welcome home, Emma," Regina said as she placed a set of keys into the blonde's hand, a picture of Henry and Regina dangling from the end.
The two women only made it to the second downstairs reception area, which Regina had set up as her office, before Henry woke and began to cry.
"Is my little man hungry?" Regina asked. The crying grew louder. "Come through to the kitchen and we'll mix him up some formula," the brunette said, leading Emma back to the large room.
With practised ease, Regina made the formula, poured it into the bottle and handed it to Emma. The blonde sank onto a stool beside the breakfast bar and watched her son quietened immediately as the milk hit his stomach.
"Are you hungry?" Regina asked, realising Emma hadn't eaten anything since Athena's inevitably terrible breakfast several hours prior.
"Starving," the blonde replied, suddenly becoming aware of her own hunger.
"What do you want?" Regina asked, moving to the large fridge and opening the door to inspect their supplies.
"Something quick and easy is fine," Emma shrugged.
"Chicken stir fry?" Regina asked, turning around with a packet of organic chicken breast in one hand and a bag of mixed vegetables in the other.
"Perfect, thank you," Emma smiled, looking back down at Henry.
The blonde's gaze flicked between her son and her girlfriend as Regina moved easily around the spotless kitchen, chopping and cooking with a smile on her face as she glanced frequently at her family.
Within minutes, a steaming plate was placed in front of Emma.
"Shall I take him?" Regina asked, gesturing to the still feeding boy.
"Yes please," Emma said, transferring Henry so she could eat her meal more easily. "This is delicious Regina," the blonde said through a mouthful of noodles.
The brunette looked disapprovingly at Emma's table manners but smiled nonetheless as she scooped up a second forkful. It took no time at all for Emma to finish, just as Henry suckled the last of his milk from the bottle. Regina shifted him against her chest, the muslin over her shoulder as she rubbed soothing circled on his back.
Emma stood to wash her plate, along with the pans and boards Regina had dirtied. As she dried her hands on a tea towel, she turned around to see Henry's eyes closing slowly as Regina bounced him, walking around the kitchen.
"He'll be down for about two hours now," the brunette said quietly as she passed Emma. "Follow me and I'll show you to his nursery."
Emma nodded and walked after the older woman and her son, staring into every room she passed.
"Wow," she breathed as she saw the enormous frame painting of a magnificent black horse hanging opposite the bend in the wide staircase.
"It was my fathers," Regina said. "I had it shipped down from Maine."
"It's incredible," Emma said, staring at it as she passed.
"Here we are," Regina said, nudging a door open with her hip. A plaque covered in zoo animals told Emma this was Henry's room.
The blonde grinned widely as she stepped inside. The crib was in the centre of the far wall, a wall covered in paintings of animals. An elephant, a lion, a giraffe, a zebra, a tiger and several monkeys smiled at the family as they moved further into the room. A bookshelf on one side was stacked with tomes and an open toy chest showed Emma a colourful array of plastic and furry animals, trains, cars, and balls.
"You and Red did an amazing job!" Emma praised as Regina laid Henry on the changing mat.
"It was mostly Red to be honest," Regina said, now rummaging around for a new diaper and wipes. "She's rather talented."
"We should have her over some time this week," Emma mused, turning around to see Regina slipping off Henry's onesie. "Oh can I do it?"
"Change his dirty diaper? Of course," Regina smiled. She stepped out the way and watched as the blonde fumbled her way through the task. "Not bad!" she commented as Emma stuck the last tab down. "Here are his pyjamas," she said, handing Emma a blue onesie covered in swans.
Emma looked at the pattern and then up at her girlfriend. "What?" Regina asked.
"You missed me," Emma teased as she turned back to redress Henry.
"More than you'll ever know," Regina said, walking up behind Emma and placing her chin on the blonde's shoulder as she watched their son wriggle sleepily in his new clothes. Both women stood for a moment, enjoying the moment.
After a while, Emma picked Henry up, gently lowered the now sleeping baby into his crib and pulled the white blanket up to cover his legs and stomach. Regina watched the tender interaction as Emma brushed his darkening blonde hair from his forehead and placed a kiss there before backing away and letting Regina approach.
"Have a nice sleep, Henry," Regina said, kissing the same spot as Emma before stepping back and turning on the baby monitor.
The two women walked quietly from the room, leaving the door ajar.
"How long did you say he will sleep for?" Emma asked.
"Two hours," Regina replied.
"Perfect," Emma smiled, stepping forward to kiss the brunette sounding. Breaking apart, Emma took both of Regina's hands in her own. "Now if you would like to continue that tour of our house, I'd quite like to see the master bedroom."
Emma's hands guided the zipper down Regina's back, her lips never breaking the feverish kiss that had started the second the door was closed behind the two of them and Henry's baby monitor was placed on the dresser. Emma relished the feeling of the smooth skin of Regina's back under her fingertips as she slipped her hands under the fabric and teased the dress away from the brunette's shoulders. It fell effortlessly to the floor, where Regina stepped quickly out of it, tugging Emma with her by the belt as the two women approached the bed. Sitting on the edge, Regina reached for the bottom of Emma's tank top and pulled it up and off. Her hands came to caress the once again flat stomach, wondering in amazement at how their son had been growing inside there just a few months prior.
Emma waited patiently as Regina's fingertips trailed over the light stretch marks now marring her skin. She disliked the way they looked but could never regret them. They had brought her Henry. And she wasn't going to stop Regina touching them, not when she knew she'd soon be placing her own hands on Regina's scars.
Soon fingers moved to unbuckle Emma's belt and between them the two women managed to wrestle the blonde out of her skinny jeans. Left only in her mismatched bra and panties, Emma smiled shyly at Regina as the brunette looked slowly up the body before her until her eyes met green orbs.
"You're perfect," she whispered, her hands caressing Emma's trim waist.
"So are you," Emma said as she leaned down to Regina, pushing the brunette backwards onto the bed as they kissed once more.
The pantyhose were discarded instantly and Regina shuffled her way backwards up the huge bed until her head was resting on a pillow. Emma crawled after her, admiring the lacy underwear set her girlfriend had chosen.
"You look incredible," Emma murmured as she placed a kiss to Regina's neck. The brunette moaned as she felt a hot tongue lave her skin before teeth nipped gently. As she continued to tease Regina's neck, Emma's hands moved up to caress each scar on the brunette's body. First the thin razor blade cut, then the puncture wound the wire had caused just below her left breast. Finally, both hands drifted to just below Regina's naval, to the stab mark that had changed their lives forever. Trailing kisses down Regina's neck, between her breast and over her ribcage, Emma brushed her lips reverently over the scar.
"Emma, please," Regina said, breathily. It had been too long. There would be time for gentle caresses and loving touches later but right now, she just needed to feel the blonde.
Emma understood and moved her mouth back up to Regina's, their lips joining once more as their tongues danced. Emma undid Regina's bra and the brunette did the same to her. Both women gasped as their nipples rubbed against one another. Regina moved her hands down to grasp Emma's toned ass, pulling the blonde down on top of her. The feel of the other woman's weight atop her made Regina groan with want, the coiling in her belly tightening further.
"I've missed you so much, Regina," Emma murmured as her kisses quested to the shell of the brunette's ear.
"I've missed you too, Emma," Regina said, squeezing the tight globes her hands were still holding tightly.
A cry escaped Regina as Emma's tongue dipped into her ear, the heat and sound of the blonde's ragged breathing causing a rush of liquid to her centre. Emma grinned slyly, licked Regina's lobe one more time before she slithered down the trembling body beneath her.
As she settled herself between Regina's legs, Emma placed a gentle kiss to the lace covered sex. Winking up at Regina, the blonde took the edge of the material in her teeth and tugged the thong down and off the brunette. Regina moaned at the sight as Emma stood at the end of her bed, the scrap of black fabric hanging from her mouth.
With a predatory glint in her eye, Emma discarded the panties and all but threw herself back between Regina's legs, inhaling the strong, heady scent of her lover. Without wasting another second, Emma's tongue laved a long, slow stroke from Regina's entrance up to her sensitive nub. A gasp and the feel of Regina's fingers in her hair made Emma smile before she repeated the movement. Already soaked, Emma knew it wouldn't be long before Regina was coming in her mouth, her juices flowing over her tongue again. She couldn't wait to feel her girlfriend writhe in pleasure beneath her. Slipping a finger through Regina's folds, the blonde circled the sensitive entrance before pushing one finger inside.
"Oh Emma!" Regina cried as her body clenched around the invading digit. It had been a while since the brunette had orgasmed. With Henry and her new business, she was usually too tired to masturbate when she went to bed. Her body relished the feeling of Emma's finger inside it whilst her hips bucked involuntarily as teeth nibbled lightly on her clit.
Emma curled her other arm around Regina's waist, pinning her to the bed as she sucked the brunette harder into her mouth with her finger still moving inside the tight channel. She curled her finger, stroking the spongy wall as her teeth grazed Regina's clit.
"More," Regina panted.
Obliging instantly, Emma slid another finger inside Regina, groaning herself as the feel of hot velvety walls surrounded them. The noise of the brunette's clenching sex filled her ears, along with Regina's moans and heavy breathing. Emma's own panties were soaked through as she redoubled her efforts, pumping her fingers harder as her tongue flicked faster.
Regina cried out as her orgasm hit her, fingers in Emma's hair anchoring the blonde's furiously working mouth to her sex to draw out the waves of pleasure. Emma never gave up, licking and laving until Regina released her grip, her body shuddering.
Sliding her fingers free Emma scrambled immediately up to lie beside Regina, kissing her girlfriend and making sure she could taste herself on Emma's tongue. She knew the brunette had liked that in prison. A moan told Emma she still did.
"That was amazing Emma. You're amazing."
"You're amazing too. You taste amazing," Emma added, wiping her still sticky chin with a finger before licking the digit clean.
"That is so hot," Regina said, her eyes darkening.
"You're hot," Emma countered, chuckling as Regina rolled her onto her back and straddled the blonde. She gasped however when the brunette rolled her hips, smearing Emma's taut stomach with her warm juices.
"It's your turn, Emma," Regina said, sliding down the body beneath her and quickly divesting Emma of her panties.
"I, um, be gentle," Emma said as Regina settled between her legs, a slight flush to her cheeks.
"What do you mean?" Regina asked. "Have I hurt you before?" she said, panicked.
"No, no," Emma assured. "Just, well this is the first time I will have … come, since Henry."
Regina nodded understandingly. "I'll take it slow," she promised, placing a soft kiss to Emma's hip bone before turning her attention to the blonde's sex.
Spreading Emma's labia, Regina slid one finger up and down the drenched sex before her, allowing Emma to get used to the intimate contact again. After a few moments, Emma bucked her hips upwards, encouraging Regina to continue. The brunette slid her finger down to Emma's entrance, circled it once, before moving up to draw rings around her clit. As her fingers moved downwards, Regina lowered her eager mouth to place a kiss to the hooded bundle of nerves at the top.
The brunette groaned as the smell and taste of Emma washed over her. Moving slowly, she slid the flat of her tongue over the blonde's clit before moving down to where her finger was circling Emma's entrance. Using both her tongue and finger, Regina teased the hole, feeling the liquid leaking from it making Emma and herself even wetter. Gently, Regina dipped her tongue inside, flicking it from side to side against Emma's walls. A loud gasp made the brunette stop immediately.
"Are you ok?" she asked, worried.
"Never better," Emma panted. "Don't stop, please!"
Regina nodded and quickly returned her mouth to Emma's entrance as her fingers moved to circle her clit. Tensing her tongue, the brunette pushed further inside, moaning as she felt Emma's essence coat her mouth and chin. The tip of her tongue stroked the inside the hot, tight channel, feeling the ridged walls as she trapped Emma's clit between two fingers and squeezed lightly.
The blonde thrashed on the bed as she felt her girlfriend's tongue dance inside her, touching every spot she knew made Emma's toes curl. Her clit was being tortuously played with by slender fingers at the same time and the blonde propped herself up on her elbows to watch the brown haired head bobbing between her legs.
"FUCK!" Emma cried as Regina pushed even further inside, her tongue quivering as her fingers pressed harder against her nerves.
Rocking her hips upwards, Emma's hands pulled Regina's head closer, grinding against her face as her orgasm crashed over her. The muscles spasmed and jumped as Regina's tongue milked her channel. She cried out the brunette's name over and over, a chant reverberating around their bedroom as she trembled with pleasure.
Regina wiped her chin on Emma's thigh and crawled up to flop beside her sated girlfriend.
"Was that ok?" Regina asked, caressing Emma's cheek and causing the blonde to open her eyes and turn her head towards the brunette.
"That was better than ok," Emma sighed, rolling into Regina's arms and curling up against her naked skin. "This is better than ok. Us. Me, you and Henry. Together, we're going to be great."
The women fell silent, content to just be with one another again, comforted by the mere presence of their partner.
"So do you like our new bed?" Regina asked after a while.
Emma raised her head and looked around. "It's too big," she declared as she nuzzled back into Regina's neck.
"Too big? How can a bed be too big?" Regina asked.
"I don't want all this distance between us when we sleep," Emma rationalised. "We've been apart too long. I want to hold you close every night from now on."
Regina smiled and leaned down to kiss Emma once more. Just as the blonde deepened the kiss and rolled the brunette onto her back, the sound of rustling and whimpering came from Henry's monitor.
"Our son's awake," Regina said. Emma grinned, despite the interruption, and climbed off the brunette. Regina passed Emma a robe from the hook on the door to the ensuite and donned her own before they both left their room and walked the short distance down the carpeted corridor to the nursery.
Henry's sleepy eyes opened slowly, focusing on the two women looking down at him as he woke up. The brunette, that was his mother. She looked after him, cuddled him, fed him, loved him. His young brain also knew who the blonde was. He recognised her face, her voice, her smell. She was his mother too.