A/N: here it is! The epilogue for my first ever AU fic. Sorry this took me so long to write but I didn't want to add something for the sake of it and it took me a little while to form this in my mind. I have also gone back through every previous chapter and corrected all typos, spelling errors and grammatical things just because I hate that stuff, as you all know.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and if you're looking for a new fic to read, I'm just over halfway through my newest AU, Dangerous Desires, which is set in a firehouse in Boston and of course starring our two lovely ladies. Hope to see you over there. Love to you all!
Oh and because it's me, there is of course smut in this chapter! NSFW.
28th September 2023. (Seven and a half years later).
"Tuck your heels underneath you a little more, Henry!" she called across the menage.
"Like this, Mom?" the small boy asked, readjusting his seat as he trotted around the school on his pony.
"Much better. Make sure you keep your thumbs on top of the reins too and don't let your wrists stiffen up. Keep them nice and relaxed."
Henry nodded as he moved his hands a little on the leather strap, a slight frown on his forehead as he concentrated on perfecting his riding position.
"Ok let's try that jump again. Turn Maximus when you reach C and come straight down the centre line. Keep him in trot. It's only a foot and we don't want him to get too excited. Remember to lean forward a little on the approach and give him an encouraging kick."
"Ok," Henry grinned, tightening his grip on the reins as he circled his mother at the far end of the school.
He steered his pony perfectly from the track and trotted steadily towards the coloured pole erected in the centre of the menage. His teacher held her breath as he followed her instructions before letting out a sigh of relief as Maximus' hooves landed safely on the other side, Henry bobbing slightly on his back.
"Great job Henry!" she called, clapping the pair as they trotted towards her.
"That was awesome. Can we go again?" Henry asked as he pulled his pony to a stop beside his mother.
"Not if you don't want to be late to your own birthday party," came the voice of his other mother from behind him.
"Hey," Emma said, turning to smile at Regina who was leaning against the menage fence. She hadn't heard her wife come back from the last minute party errand run she had announced at breakfast. "Did you get everything?"
"Yes," Regina said, opening the gate and walking across the sandy floor to join her family. "That was an excellent jump, Henry," she praised as she reached him, patting Maximus on his neck and grinning at her son. "You really moved well with him and didn't get left behind on the take off. You're going to be an excellent rider."
"Mom's a great teacher," Henry said, smiling at Emma.
"Thanks," the blonde grinned proudly. "But now we need to get ready. Your friends arrive in less than two hours and I don't think they're going to want to play party games with you if you smell like a horse."
"But I like the smell of horse," Henry protested, dismounting perfectly and running up his stirrups.
"That's because you're weird," Emma teased.
"Emma," Regina scolded.
"What? If that's the case then we're all weird, right?"
"True," Regina laughed, leaning forward to bury her nose in Maximus' mane. Emma was right, there was something about the smell of the creatures which she just loved.
"Can you feed Max and put him back in the field for me, Mom?" Henry asked Emma.
"The deal was you'd look after him yourself, remember?" Emma reminded him. "He's your pony and you need to make sure you feed, ride and care for him."
"But I have to have a bath now," Henry argued.
"You have time," Regina said. "I'll help you brush him down if you want and Emma can go ahead and put up the rest of the decorations I just bought."
"Oh can I?" Emma asked, turning to her wife with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Yes, they're in the trunk of the Mercedes," Regina said, taking the keys out of her pocket and passing them to the blonde along with a peck on the lips before she turned and followed Henry and Maximus back to the stable block.
Emma shook her head as she watched them go before walking towards the car.
Swan Stables had changed a lot since the two women had bought the property. Over the first two years, twenty loose boxes were built in the existing stable buildings and the livery service they offered had been full to capacity every month for the past few years. Emma had taken to horse riding right away. She and Regina rode out together as often as possible in the early days with the brunette passing on her wisdom to her new, eager student and the blonde learned quickly. As the stables got busier however, their rides together became only weekly. The riding school had opened six years ago and offered beginner, intermediate and advanced lessons for all ages. Emma and Regina owned ten horses and ponies which students could ride, and learners who had their own horse stabled there were able to practice on their own steed. Emma loved it. She had recently even taken over some of the teaching from Regina who was far more capable of the business side of things and together they were doing a roaring trade.
As soon as Henry had learnt to walk he had been put on a horse's back. For his seventh birthday, his mothers had bought him Maximus, a small white pony whom Henry just adored. The boy was a natural in the saddle and loved helping his mothers out in the stables after school and at the weekends. His bedroom walls had been redecorated by Ruby to feature a cartoon version of his own horse, around which he hung the rosettes the pair had won over the summer at different country shows.
Emma smiled as she walked across the yard towards the car, autumnal leaves coating the gravel driveway. She loved this time of year, not just because it was Henry's birthday but because of the wonderful colours and changes in nature all around their home. Unlocking the car, Emma lifted the bags out of the trunk and headed into the house. She toed off her boots in the hallway where they landed among the pile of wellingtons and padded into the kitchen to see what Regina had bought.
Emma couldn't help but sigh when she looked through the bags. Henry's birthday parties were getting bigger and bigger each year because he was a popular kid at school and both his mothers doted on him. Emma wasn't even sure the huge house had enough wall space to hang all the lights and decorations Regina had purchased. She supposed she'd have to try.
"Hello?"
"In here," Emma called, unable to answer the front door because she was balanced on a step ladder trying to hook some lights behind the curtain rail.
"Wow," Ruby said as she walked into the room. "This looks amazing."
"It's not too much?" Emma asked, finishing her task and turning around to survey the living room.
"Oh it's definitely too much but Henry is eight and therefore it is perfect," Ruby laughed.
"Where's Belle?" Emma asked, climbing down and folding the ladder away before she hugged her friend.
"Putting the cake in the fridge," Ruby said. "Where do you want the presents?"
"Erm, over there," Emma replied, pointing to the coffee table. "This kid is so spoilt," she remarked as Ruby placed three large boxes on the table.
"But he doesn't act it," Belle said as she entered the living room. "Hi Emma."
"Hey," Emma said, greeting her other friend with the kiss on the cheek. "And no, you're right. He's very modest despite being treated like a prince."
"Where is the birthday boy?" Belle asked.
"He's having a bath after his riding lesson."
"What time are you expecting the other kids to arrive?" Ruby said, sitting herself on the couch.
"Some time around three," Emma said. "And there's no time for sitting down Red, we've got a pass the parcel to wrap and mini sandwiches to make."
"You don't half leave things to the last minute do you," Ruby grumbled as she pushed herself off the couch and followed Emma and Belle into the kitchen.
"I had lessons all morning," the blonde argued. "And then Henry wanted to try jumping for the first time and since it's his birthday I couldn't say no."
"Jumping? Wow! How did that go?" Belle asked, opening the fridge and starting to help Emma with the sandwiches as Ruby began sorting through the pass the parcel prizes.
"He did great," Emma said, beaming with pride. She remembered back to the moment Henry and Maximus had cleared the pole for the first time. She couldn't be prouder of her son.
Just then, she felt her cell phone vibrate. Pulling it out, she read the message from Ashley and checked the clock on the wall above the sink.
"Ash, Sean and Alex are running late," Emma told her friends. "Apparently Alex is teething and didn't sleep well last night so they didn't want to wake her up from her nap. They're just getting ready now."
"When's MM getting here?" Ruby asked.
"Soon," Emma replied. "She texted me earlier saying she and David had left theirs already."
"I can't believe FCI have approved their engagement and David gets to keep his job," Ruby said, starting to wrap the first prize.
"Why not?" Belle said. "They love each other. Why shouldn't they be allowed to get married."
"Because he was a CO when she was inside. Surely there are rules against that," Ruby said.
"You just don't like him because he caught me with the cell phone you'd given me," Belle teased.
"He didn't have to take it off you did he?" Ruby grumbled.
"It's kinda his job to do that," Emma laughed, spreading the first slice of bread with butter.
"I still think he could have pretended to look the other way," Ruby scowled.
"Just because you couldn't get through our time apart without hearing my voice," Belle cooed.
"I like your voice," Ruby admitted, beckoning her partner over and kissing her soundly.
"All right guys, break it up. We have the best birthday party ever to prepare for!" Emma said, passing Ruby the scotch tape.
Emma collapsed on the couch that evening beside her wife who was writing in a notepad.
"Well that was the most tiring afternoon ever," the blonde yawned, looking around the now tidy living room.
The children had left at six and it had taken the best part of three hours to clean up the mess a tornado of seven and eight year olds had created throughout their house. Henry had been too excitable to go to bed for at least two hours but had finally fallen asleep in front of the television, his exhaustion catching up with him.
"It certainly was," Regina said, yawning as she put her pen down.
"What's that?" Emma asked, pointing to the notepad.
"A list of all the presents Henry received and who gave them to him," Regina explained. "I want him to write his thank you notes tomorrow."
"Urgh I hate writing thank you notes," Emma said.
"I know. It took you two months after our wedding to finish your half," Regina teased, moving to snuggle into the blonde's side.
"You wanted me to write them on our honeymoon," Emma reminded the brunette, wrapping her arm around her wife's shoulders.
"It's best to do them when the day and the presents are fresh in your mind," Regina argued.
"There are far better things to do on a honeymoon than write letters to friends," Emma replied, letting her fingertips dance down her wife's back.
"Oh I remember you very convincingly proving that to me," Regina said, shivering in delight as Emma's fingers grazed the exposed skin of her neck before sliding back down over her dress.
"We need another holiday in Europe," Emma mused. "It's been five years since Greece."
"Five years, two months and ten days," Regina corrected.
"Jeez, you know exactly how long we've been married?" Emma asked.
"Only because one of the mothers asked me at Henry's party and I got thinking about it. Don't worry, I'm only expecting you to remember the anniversary."
"July 14th 2018," Emma said.
"You're the perfect wife," Regina said, craning her neck to kiss Emma.
"No you are," Emma countered when they broke apart a few moments later.
"You gave us Henry. And he's perfect. Therefore you're perfect."
"You looked after Henry when I couldn't. That makes you our saviour and saviours are perfect," Emma argued.
"You saved me," Regina said quietly. "You pulled me from my old life, gave me someone other than myself to think about, someone to love. You made me a better person than I ever thought I could be. I can't believe it's been over eight years since we met, honey. I can't believe I've lived a good, honest life for eight years. I thought I had spiralled into a life of crime and would never get out. But here I am. I have a perfect wife, a perfect son, my own business doing something I love and honouring my father. I couldn't have done any of this without you, Emma. Thank you."
"I love you," Emma said softly, as she looked down into the slightly glistening brown eyes below her. "I would do anything for you."
"I'd do anything for you too, my love."
"Anything?" Emma asked, her mouth smirking slightly and her eyes darkening.
Regina knew that look. She sat up a little straighter and then swung her leg over so she straddled her wife's lap.
"What did you have in mind Mrs Swan-Mills?"
"I may have bought us a little present when I was shopping for Henry's birthday," Emma said, placing her hands on Regina's hips and pulling the brunette flush against her.
Regina gasped as she felt the bulge in her wife's jeans. "I'm going to ignore the fact that you bought us another strap-on when shopping for our son and instead suggest we head upstairs," the older woman said, grinding her pelvis slightly as she spoke.
Emma grinned at the answer and wrapped her arms around her wife before standing up. Regina squealed in surprise and hooked her thighs over Emma's hips. She loved that her wife could pick her up with such ease. Her heartbeat quickened as Emma walked the two of them out of the room, her biceps rippling deliciously with the effort.
A few minutes later, Regina lay naked on the bed, watching in anticipation as Emma shed her jeans and panties, which joined the other clothes discarded on the floor. The black straps around slender thighs and waist caused Regina's breath to hitch before her gaze slid to the dark blue dildo between Emma's legs. Raising her eyes to meet the blonde's, Regina beckoned her wife towards her and spread her legs willingly as Emma crawled onto the bed.
"You approve?" Emma asked as she rubbed the tip of the phallus against Regina's centre.
Regina gasped at the sensation before nodding and pulling Emma flush on top of her. Their mouths met and they kissed languidly as Regina ran her hands up and down Emma's back, grasping her ass occasionally as the blonde tangled her fingers in her hair.
"I need you," Regina said breathlessly when they broke apart.
Emma nodded and pushed herself off the brunette, gesturing for Regina to get on all fours. The older woman smiled. She loved it when her wife took her from behind.
Placing her hands on Regina's ass, Emma squeezed softly before lowering her mouth licking her wife's sopping pussy. Even after eight years she moaned at the taste. She would never get enough of Regina. Her tongue danced and swirled over her folds, dipping inside her pulsing channel before sliding up and circling her asshole, nibbling her butt cheeks before returning to her clit.
As Regina's body started to tremble, Emma pulled away and quickly lined the dildo up, sliding slowly inside the dripping hole. The brunette moaned at the delicious intrusion. Compared to some of the other phallus' in the women's extensive collection, the one Emma was wearing wasn't the widest but it was long and ridged and Regina gasped as she felt it fill her completely.
Emma paused, waiting for her wife to relax slightly before she started moving. When Regina rocked her hips backwards, the younger woman pulled out slowly, marvelling as the dark blue silicon emerged covered in the brunette's essence. She pushed back in, gripping Regina's hips harder as she set a steady rhythm, the base of the dildo pressing firmly against her own clit with each thrust.
Regina tipped forward, burying her face in a pillow as Emma sped up, the dildo hitting her G spot over and over again as fingernails dug into the skin of her hips. She gasped as Emma suddenly pulled her up onto her knees and away from the bed, the blonde's front pressed against Regina's back. Emma's hard nipples grazed her skin in the most erotic way.
"I love you," Emma said, twisting Regina's face towards hers and kissing her furiously as she continued to pound into her wife, her free hand rubbing relentlessly over the brunette's hard clit.
"I .. I love - Oh God Emma!" Regina cried out as her orgasm hit her and she shuddered and quaked, strong arms wrapped around her to keep her upright.
When at last Regina's body relaxed, Emma gently pulled the dildo out and guided her wife onto the bed. Unstrapping the harness quickly, she joined Regina and tucked herself against the spent, naked woman.
"I love you," Regina said at last, rolling her head to smiled lazily at Emma.
"I know," Emma replied, kissing her on the nose.
Regina grinned at the cute gesture but then quickly began to frown.
"What's wrong?" Emma asked, concerned.
"Please tell me you weren't wearing that strap-on for the entire party," Regina said.
Emma laughed. "No don't worry. I put it on just before I came to join you in the living room."
"Good," Regina said, her face relaxing. "Because that would have been wrong."
Emma chucked again. "We don't do things wrong any more remember? I saved you."
"I'm glad I did things wrong when I was younger though," Regina said. "I'm glad you did too."
"I knew you liked a bad girl," Emma teased.
"No," Regina replied. "Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. We would never have met if we'd both been good. I'm ashamed of what I did and I don't ever want to go back to that life but being behind bars brought me the best things in my life. You and Henry. My family."
I love you all.