A/N: Here is your episode 8.
Beta: Wazgood529. Enjoy it.
Episode 8: The Music Tales
In the afternoon, Emma was working on her art canvas while Regina was preparing for their late lunch. The silence took over their time since in the morning, the ladies pushed their bodies off from each other and they realized that they embraced their bodies overnight.
They just went with it and didn't mention it all. The ladies decided to do their errands alone in the whole morning. Emma and Regina hadn't seen each other since the awkward moment in Regina's bedroom.
In their thoughts, it was about their bodies, touches and dirty things to be happen in their heads. They tried to shake that thought and focus on what they needed to do around in the beach house.
On the other side, Emma was gay as well. She seemed in her zone while she was painting the canvas. The blonde woman didn't realize that she just drew Regina's face. She was still in her art zone and it relaxed her a bit little.
The blonde woman tilted her head by making an angle to brush perfectly on the brunette locks. She stared at the caramel eyes on the canvas. It was very catchy when the eyes tried to devour the spirit on the art. Emma didn't realize that she hummed her son's favorite tune – The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert.
The lyrics went on in her head as she started to sing out on the belt. It didn't affect her at all until the blonde woman turned around to see the spirit of Henry.
The brunette boy was smiling at her. Emma dropped her paintbrush on the ground and didn't move herself at all. She just stared at her son, a dead boy. The blonde woman started to cry and tried to move closer to him. But she went through the air and turned around to see him again then spoke lightly.
"You died."
"Yes mom. I'm sorry." Henry said with a sad smile.
"But how? I buried you in the ground." Emma replied. The brunette boy sighed and explained.
"I'm a spiritual bond and I'm going to help you to heal through your pain. I know you miss me."
"Of course, I missed you since you were gone. I couldn't believe that you just disappeared from my hands. It's my fault. I shouldn't let you go." The blonde woman muttered. Henry shook his head and walked toward her then continued.
"Just let me go. I will be always in your heart no matter what. Just let everything go."
"I can't! I can't! It's hard." The blonde woman responded with a cry.
"Just try. Don't dwell on my death. Just let everything go. I know you are mad at the lawyers that my art collection won't go out to you. Because I made my decision and I let them to do it without you dwelling on my paintings. It's not fair."
"But I wanted to keep your memories." Emma spoke in a sad tone. The brunette boy sighed and spoke lightly.
"You have your moments with me here. Every memories you made with me is always here. It goes out to your heart. I just wanted you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I'm just here with you and watching you above your head."
"But-" Henry cut her off and demanded.
"Just let it go. Time is up for me. I always love you and always will. Bye mom."
"No!" The blonde woman cried while she was sobbing for her grief of a loss. She finally kneeled on the ground and put her hands on her face then sobbed. The brunette boy kissed on his mom's blonde locks and looked up at Regina who was watching the scene then spoke lightly.
"Please take care of my mom." The brunette woman stared at the spirit and hesitantly nodded. Henry's spiritual faded away in the air. Regina looked down at Emma who was still crying and away to the canvas where the blonde woman left it to dry the paints. It was her.
The brunette woman walked around the crouching blonde woman and kneeled down in the front then embraced her in her arms. Emma unconsciously moved her head on Regina's shoulder and cried. Regina swayed the bodies sideways and soothed the words in the blonde woman's ear.
Their knees started to get in pain and they decided to move toward the couch where it was near the bathroom door. Regina decided to sing her favorite tune from her father's Spanish songs. It was Spanish Lullaby by Soluna. She sang in her cultural language.
Emma finally stopped her tears, sniffled and listened to the brunette woman's husky voice. She blinked several times and yawned. The blonde woman was closing her eyes and leaned on Regina's chest. The brunette woman shifted her position to lay on the couch. Emma was on top of her.
The brunette woman raked through the blonde locks and kept singing. She looked down at the blonde woman who closed her eyes and felt a squeeze on her waist. Emma wrapped her arms around her waist and mumbled.
"Who sang that song?"
"Soluna. But my father sang it to me when I was a little girl."
"The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert. It was my son's favorite song of all times." The blonde woman answered. Regina pressed her lips altogether and continued to ask.
"I saw him."
"Yes, I saw him too." Emma replied while looking away at her. The brunette woman glanced at her and spoke lightly.
"I know that it is not my business but did he have a father?"
"He was out of the picture." The blonde woman put her cheek on Regina's chest and replied.
"Oh."
"Let's change the topic. I can tell you that story other time if you don't mind." The blonde woman asked.
"Of course. It's fine with me." Regina said. Emma tried to think of anything but the music and continued.
"What is your favorite song of all times and why?"
"Let's see. I have a lot of variety in the music. I'm going with Madonna, Vogue." The brunette woman answered.
"Madonna? I loved her music. My favorite song was All Women I Am by Reba." Emma retorted. Regina scoffed and spoke lightly.
"Country music? I don't like it."
"Shame on you." The blonde woman muttered. The brunette woman let a chuckle out and shook her head then replied.
"To be honest, I was growing to listen to the rock, metal and alternative rock music in my whole life. I'm not kidding. I was a gothic girl in high school."
"What?!" Emma laughed with a response. Regina joined her to laugh together until they calmed themselves and the blonde woman asked.
"What was it like to be a gothic girl?"
"I wore a lot of black clothes and I used the red lipstick. My hair was long and I used it to spike. My mother, oh my god. Poor mother. She screamed when I came out from my bedroom and walked away to the breakfast room. She nearly had the heart attack when she saw me." Regina said.
"Wow! That's an understatement of the year." Emma replied with a chuckle. The brunette woman nodded and continued to tell a story.
"One time, I was using the fake nose ring and went gothic on the clothes and makeup then I got out from the bathroom. My mother was screaming when she almost walked past me. My father ran from downstairs to meet us. I was confused when she screamed and keep flapping her arms like a bird. I just left like that. Several minutes later, she came upon me and scolded me because I didn't ask her for permission to use the nose ring. I told her that it was fake. She kept scolding me until I decided to yell back and left for school."
"Oh my god, you were a rebellious person." The blonde woman said. Regina laughed and responded.
"In my whole life, I was like that since I was twelve. Mom hated that when I do that to her. To be honest, I was not like my mother until I was 24 or so. Before my marriage with Robin, I was mature to fall in love with that idiot. I meant, I barely graduated with the honors with Political Science in my Master's degree."
"You just fell in love with your ex-husband after graduating from?" Emma asked. The brunette woman moved up and let the blonde woman's head laying on her thighs then spoke lightly.
"I graduated from Storybrooke University twice."
"Oh right, I forgot that you grew in that town." The blonde woman tilted her head to study on the brunette woman's face then spoke lightly.
"Indeed. So, before I fell in love with Robin, I was with Daniella. My ex-fiancée was my first love. She just got me to believe in love but passed away with car accident before our wedding day. I was almost married to her but I lost her when I was 22. Then Robin swept me away with his charms when I was turning 24. That's the rest of story." Regina finished her explanation and looked at the blonde woman. Emma nodded with a reply.
"Wow, Daniella was the pretty name."
"That's funny coincidence. She was like you, the blonde hair, taller and slim but grey eyes."
"Oh, I have a blonde hair. Checked. I'm 5'11" taller. Checked. I'm slim but athletic. Checked. My eyes are not grey but emerald green. Sorry, I couldn't change it." Emma teased. Regina laughed and grabbed the plush pillow behind her then threw it at the blonde woman.
They laughed altogether and hit each other's faces with the plush pillows. The ladies had the good times to converse through the music tales and their childhood. They felt comfortable to keep each other in company. Regina smiled at her. Emma looked away at the unfinished canvas and spoke lightly.
"Did you see my canvas?"
"Yes. But I saw the half of it that are completed. Also, how did you do that?"
"What do you mean?" The blonde woman asked with her furrowed brows. Regina flicked her finger at the unfinished canvas and explained.
"How did you memorize my face without looking on the photo of me? I didn't see the visuals."
"Oh, that. I memorized your details of your facials. You have a strong jawline, beautiful cheekbones and amazing caramel eyes." Emma relied with a wink. The brunette woman blushed at the compliment and muttered.
"Thank you, Emma."
"You are welcome, Regina. So, did you make the lunch?" The blonde woman asked.
Regina nodded and gestured her to get out of the art studio. Emma closed the door behind her and followed the brunette woman back to the main house. The brunette woman strode away to the kitchen. Emma smelt the food and hummed to herself then walked inside the kitchen. Regina checked on the crockpot and she made the beef stew and bread bowl. The blonde woman finally sat on the stool and waited for the food.
Emma drooled at the beef stew pouring into the bread bowl on the plate. Regina checked in the refrigerator for shredded mild cheddar and drizzled over the beef stew on the both plates. The brunette woman finished with her cooking then checked under the stove if they were off. The blonde woman grinned when Regina delivered the lunch to the table.
The ladies ate their lunch as they chatted about their childhood and high school memories. Emma made the mental note to thank Regina for cooking the delicious food during her stay. She knew that it was not bad since Regina arrived in her beach house for the four months. The brunette woman thought same thing and smiled at the blonde woman. They laughed at the embarrassing moments that Regina made in her four years term as a mayor of Storybrooke. Emma shared her moments with her son back in New York City. The brunette woman enjoyed The blonde woman's presence and knew that she really liked her more than just a friend.
A/N: Next Episode 9: The Spelling Bee.
Oh, don't forget to read 'Regina's Coffee Shop' - Chapter 19, 'The Beauty of The Ballet' - Chapter 9, 10 and 11 and 'The Soundless Voice' - Chapter 3.
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