A/N: And the honeymoon continues! I absolutely loved how I wrote this entire chapter. Then again, as I've said before Breaking Dawn is my absolute favorite in the entire series. It's filled with so much emotion that I hope I can provide through my own style of writing for you all. You will notice right off that I changed a few things, but I feel I made it work perfectly. Another update will be posted shortly. I will try for two but no promises. Happy reading! :)

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Regina's eyes opened the following morning to the warm and bright greeting of not only their bedroom, but a new sun. She smiled, feeling utterly content and perfectly happy after last night's events. She couldn't stop thinking about it… how gentle Emma had been, how soft and cool her lips felt all over her skin. The way her hands mapped out the curves of her body, and she was allowed to map out Emma's.

And that strange wave of light that surrounded them each time they succumbed to a mutual release… That was the strangest thing. How Emma's eyes- if only for a brief moment- changed to their natural green color. Regina wasn't sure, but it almost felt like… a part of them had created something beyond anything that had ever been created before.

But how crazy would that be if it were true?

Regina chuckled, her eyes closing again as vivid pictures played in her mind like a movie. A movie about their love story, about every obstacle they've had to face, about how far they've come together, embracing their happily ever after…

Her hands stretched above her head, bumping into tiny, prickly pieces of wood belonging to the headboard that no longer completely existed. Her body ached deliciously that she couldn't wait to do it all over again. As Regina opened her eyes once again, she sat up, knowing perfectly well where she was, delighted to feel the morning breeze of the beach enter the opened glass door of their bedroom, the warm and salty scent lingering in the air. She looked down, seeing Emma's pillow completely destroyed, a tiny smile stretching along her lips as her memories of last night recollected how strongly Emma's hand clutched along the pillow that it ripped clean through the fabric.

Regina stretched again, feeling the covers slip from her naked breasts, revealing them out in the open. Her hand splayed along her bare stomach, smiling as she could recall that same hand trail along the muscles of Emma's own stomach, followed by her perfectly rounded breasts, up to her neck and along her exquisite formed jaw.

Soon after bringing herself down from her own personal cloud of happiness- although not entirely- she moved into the master bathroom, wrapping a white bathrobe along her frame, tightening the strap along her waist. After a much needed teeth brushing session, Regina explored her way through the house, hearing the waves calmly crashing along the beach in every room she entered until she found the living room. Her steps halted as she noticed Emma sitting as still as a statue, casually dressed in a pair of red sleeping shorts and a black tank top. Her blonde hair picked up into that messy ponytail Regina grew to love.

"Emma?" Regina called out, getting no response from Emma, even as she moved further into the living room. "What's wrong?"

Emma's golden eyes looked up at Regina, a frown well formed along her thin lips. "How badly are you hurt, Gina? The truth."

"Hurt?" Regina's brow furrowed, confused and at the same time surprised by the question. Sure there was some stiffness to her body and a lot of muscle ache, but it was nothing that wouldn't pass in a couple of days.

Emma's brow lifted.

Regina stretched her arms, checking for any sign of broken bones- which of course, there was none- or she wouldn't have been able to get out of bed on this fine morning. Her fingers ran along her slightly messy hair, pulling something soft out of a strand that turned out to be a single feather. "So, you destroyed a couple of pillows, so what, Emma?"

Emma's jaw tightened as she grew more upset, standing up abruptly from the couch, reaching for Regina, "Gina… Look…" she pulled back on the sleeve of Regina's bathrobe, revealing a clear set of her fingerprints marked in fine purple bruises.

Regina gasped softly, examining her own wrist. When did this happen? As much as she tried recollecting a moment in her mind where Emma had been too rough- she couldn't. She tried remembering a moment where she had actually allowed Emma to know that she was being hurt, but there wasn't such a moment. Emma's hands never held her against her will, too roughly- on the contrary- all Regina could recall was asking Emma to hold her tighter and she was greatly pleased whenever she would.

"Emma-" Regina shook her head, pulling at her sleeve to hide her bruising.

"Regina, I can't tell you how sorry I am," Emma murmured, her jaw tightening so hard, Regina could hear her teeth grind on the inside of her mouth. "I'm so sorry. I knew better than this. I… I should have never-"

"Hey," Regina stood before Emma as soon as she turned her back, her hand reaching for Emma's limp hand that didn't respond to her touch as it usually did. "I'm not sorry. You hear me? I'm not. Emma, I am the happiest I've ever been," she smiled. "Really, I'm fine-"

"Don't say you're fine," Emma shook her head, her frown only deepening. "Don't say that. Just… stop."

"No, you stop!" Regina argued with a bite to her voice. "Don't ruin this."

"I've already ruined it," Emma whispered, collapsing along the couch.

"Emma…" Regina groaned, crouching in front of her frustrating, hard-headed wife. "Just stop. Why can't you see how perfectly happy I am? Or was five seconds ago. Now, I'm sort off pissed, actually."

"You should be angry with me."

"And does that make you feel better? Honestly?" Regina waited.

Emma sighed, "No."

"Emma," Regina cradled Emma's cool face along her hands, forcing her eyes to focus on hers, her voice speaking smoothly. "We knew this was going to be tricky. Right? That was assumed since day one between you and I. And then… well, it all became a lot easier than I thought it would be. And this is nothing-" she brushed a hand along her bruised arm, dismissing the marks that didn't even hurt. "I think for our first time, not knowing what to expect, we did amazing. And you know… with more practice…" she grinned.

Emma's eyes widened, "Regina, how could you possibly think of trying again? You saw what I did to that room, next time it could be-"

"Next time-" Regina interjected, her voice firmer than Emma's. "It will be just as amazing, and beyond anything I'll ever want to experience. Look, I don't know how it was for you, but… for a human… I honestly can't imagine life getting any better than that."

"That's what you're worried about? That I didn't enjoy myself?" Emma chuckled, shaking her head. "Gina…" Her cool knuckles caress along Regina's warm cheek, her voice soft as her expression finally relaxes. "Last night was the best night of my existence."

Regina lifts on her knee, following Emma's touch, "Really? The best ever?" Her lip curves into a tiny smile as she welcomes herself to sit along Emma's lap, her arms lazily resting along her shoulders.

Emma's thumb softly traced the road map of Regina's perfectly plump lips, "I spoke to Mal shortly after you and I made our bargain, hoping she could guide me in what to expect out of this. Of course she warned me that this would be very dangerous for you." Her expression hardened. "She had faith in me, though- faith I didn't deserve."

"Emma-" Regina's voice is silenced, feeling Emma's cool fingers press along her lips.

"I also asked her what I should expect, what with my being a vampire." She smiled a little. "Mal told me it was a very powerful thing, like nothing else. She told me physical love was something I should not treat lightly. With our rarely changing temperaments, strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways. But she said I did not need to worry about that part because you had already altered me completely." This time, her smile was more genuine. "And you did alter me, Regina… last night… I almost felt… more than what I am. It was very strange."

Regina couldn't help but smile, her fingers brushing back a strand of golden hair behind Emma's ear. "It was unbelievable, Emma. You were unbelievable. Everything you did… what we did… and then that spark of light…" she chuckled, shaking her head.

Emma's brow furrowed, "Yeah, that was the strangest sensation," she murmured, her brows furrowing at the memory. "Nor Lily or Kathryn ever mentioned something like that ever happening with August or Jefferson."

"Maybe it's true love," Regina shrugged, smiling at the sound of her own words. "I could believe that. Strongly. I mean you and I… we've always been pretty powerful. Especially together."

Emma chuckled, "Are you saying Jefferson and August aren't Lily's and Kathryn's true love?" Her brow lifted.

"No. I'm just saying… between a human and a vampire…" Regina shrugged. "It could be different. More powerful, for all you know."

Emma's frown was back as she shook her head, "It still doesn't justify what I did."

Regina reached for her wife's face, cradling it once again, bringing her face forward until their foreheads softly touched. "You listen to me, Emma Swan. I. Am. Happy. Okay? I've never been so happy in all my life- I wasn't this happy when you decided that you loved me more than you wanted to kill me, or the first morning I woke up, looked out my window and you were there waiting for me… not when I heard your voice in the ballet studio-" Regina held on tighter, wrapping her fingers along Emma's soft hair as she flinched at the memory of Hyde almost being the cause of her untimely death. "Or when you said 'I do' and I realized that, somehow, I get to keep you forever. Those are the happiest memories I have, and this is better than any of it. So just deal with it."

Emma chuckled, unable to help a smile from erupting along her lips. "Deal with it?" Her brow lifts.

Regina nods, "That's an order." She said smugly.

"Gina," Emma breathed, her knuckles caressing along her wife's warm cheek. "You could ask for whatever you wanted, and I would succumb to your feet."

"Anything I wanted?" Regina's brow lifted, a slow smirk forming along the corners of her lip.

Emma breathed sharply through her nose, "I'm terrified to ask what your demands are."

"Well first… I need a shower, and then I was thinking about… maybe… getting something to eat, and then-" Regina lowered her voice as her lips brushed along Emma's.

Her attempt at seduction miserably failed as Emma pulled back abruptly, "You're hungry. I'm so sorry," her eyes closed for a brief moment as she stood, setting Regina carefully down along the floor. "You should shower, freshen up while I get you something to eat."

Regina blinked, biting down on her lower lip as she watched Emma appear along the kitchen. Her attempt not playing out exactly like she had hoped for. Sure she was hungry, desperately hungry, and could use some food in her stomach, but she had hoped to burn off a few calories first. She followed quietly in the direction of their bedroom, shutting the door to the bathroom before removing herself from her robe. Her eyes looked at her naked reflection in the mirror and she looked herself over, spotting more visible bruises along her right shoulder blade.

She sighed, her bruises being the only confirmation that she needed to know that Emma wasn't going to touch her again.

The glorious scent of eggs filled the air as Regina came back into the kitchen, delighted- in a strange way- to find Emma standing in front of their stainless steel stove, serving her an omelet with mushrooms and bell peppers all cut up neatly, along a plate that was waiting for her by the kitchen island.

"Good shower?" Emma asks, taking a seat across from Regina, pushing her plate forward, "Here."

Regina was quick to pick up her fork, cutting and stabbing into the first piece of egg and popping it into her mouth, moaning in delight. "Yeah, it was nice. These are very good, too." She points to the omelet with her fork, taking another rapid bite.

Emma smiled, observing how quickly she took another bite. "You were definitely hungry."

Regina nods, "Starving. Apparently." This part she's keeping to herself, but she was so hungry, that if Emma dared her to, she would eat the plate and the pan all in one sitting. "Where'd you learn how to cook like this?"

"Food Network," Emma chuckled, softly nudging a tall glass of orange juice toward Regina.

Regina doesn't waste time gulping down half the glass. "Where did the eggs come from?" She couldn't recall seeing any chickens along the island.

"Cleaning crew. They bring in supplies from the mainland every month. That is our arrangement. I can't imagine they'll be too thrilled about the feathers, though." Said Emma.

Regina placed her fork along her empty plate. She couldn't believe she ate everything, considering Emma had made enough for two.

"Let me get that," Emma quickly reached for the empty plate, placing it along the sink. To see Emma this way was new to Regina. She looked so… domestic. She liked it.

"Thank you," she told her, leaning up on her tipy-toes to place a kiss along Emma's lips.

Emma kissed her back to Regina's delight, but as soon as their kiss deepened, Emma stiffened and pulled away.

Regina watched her wife carefully, already recognizing the frown that took over her lips. "You aren't going to touch me again, are you?"

Emma hesitated, the corner of her lip lifting into a half a smile as she raised her hand so that her cool touch could cup along Regina's warm cheek. Regina couldn't help but lean into her touch.

"You know that's not what I mean, Emma."

Emma sighed, dropping her hand, "I know. And you're right." She paused, speaking again with a firm tone of voice. "I will not make love with you until you've been changed. I will never hurt you again."

Regina noticed that as the days passed during their honeymoon, Emma had developed a routine. She would take her out along the island, they would swim or play along the beach, another day they would walk for miles through the jungle where Emma would take Regina into a large bird's nest that would be something like out of a movie, and they would be surrounded by the most beautiful birds- the type you only see in pictures. It delighted Regina to see Emma smiling, and using her ability of not needing to breathe indefinitely under water. Emma would swim under water a lot. Actually, Regina began to notice that at the end of these daily routines, she would end up exhausted at the end of the day.

Emma would make her dinner, and by the time Regina was finished, Emma had to carry her to bed. But it wasn't like that every night. Some days, they would sit around, along the beach, or around the house, playing a game or two of chess. Their victories ending in a kiss or playful session. But to Regina's misfortune, that's all she would get. Her need for Emma, only growing more and more each day.

Regina would attempt little touches here and there, kissing Emma along her neck, but it would all be in vain. The only thing left… compromise. It had worked with them in the past, so Regina figured, why not?

They had taken to sleeping in a spare bedroom, the blue room, Regina called it, given that the walls were white, but the comforter was a dark silk blue, along with the only couch that was set up along one of the walls. And a large window that also looked out into the blue beach in the mornings.

She had taken it upon herself to try and wear one of Lily's lingerie pieces- not her proudest moment- but she was relieved to find out after trying one out in front of a mirror, that they weren't as revealing as she thought. Regina then wondered if Lily had seen a vision as to why she would want such items of clothing, immediately shutting that thought out, shuddering internally. Never wanting to go there again.

Her bruises, a reminder of that delicious night that still had Regina wondering what she had been so nervous about in the first place, were already fading. Yellowing in some parts, while disappearing all together in others. It gave her the courage to try on one of the silky slips Lily had packed for her, feeling her cheeks redden even as she held it up against her body.

As Regina headed into the bedroom with the very little human courage she had in her, she was satisfied when she watched as Emma's eyes reacted to what should have been a seductive sight. But just as Emma's golden eyes had popped one for a split second, she had controlled her expression quicker than anything Regina had ever seen.

"What do you think?" Regina asked, pirouetting along the door frame so that Emma could see every angle. She felt ridiculous. But if this would get her vampire's attention, Regina just might wear these to bed every single night for all eternity.

The corner of Emma's lip trembled, threatening to curve up, but as she cleared her throat, every twitch in her body went under control. "You look beautiful. You always do."

"Thanks," Regina smiled a little, climbing slowly into the soft bed, wrapping her arms along her pillow and leaving her most exposed thigh to be prepped up onto Emma's view.

This time Emma's lip curved up into a little smirk. She is insane for not ravishing Regina right that second. She wanted to- boy, did she ever- but she wasn't sure if she would be able to control herself, and have Regina suffer the consequences. First it had been a couple of pillows and the headboard in the white room, next it could be something in Regina. Emma shuddered at the thought of that.

That one dark thought gave her the courage to pull the covers up along Regina's exposed thigh, providing her with a warmth that Regina simply could not resist as her eyes closed on her. Why was she so tired? This plan hadn't played out like she hoped at all.

Emma leaned down, placed a kiss right at Regina's temple and settled her body behind her, cradling her wife against her chest for the remainder of the night.

They sat along their usual spot along the beach, chess board in between them with only a few pieces left. Emma's brow slightly lifted in that sexy way she knew how to maneuver it. The corner of her lip was set in that alluring smirk that always invited Regina in, while Regina bit down on her lower lip, pondering her next move.

A smirk stretched along her lips as she took her piece to tap Emma's piece over before slamming it onto the board in victory. "I win." She announced through her grin, and her hand brushed away the chess board, hearing the pieces rattle beside her as quickly as Regina's body launched forward, climbing into Emma's lap without any warning.

Emma's arms were always fast to catch her, her hands setting camp along her curves, steadying her face as their lips met with such heated passion. Regina chuckled as she heard a low growl emerge from the back of Emma's throat, a seductive and tiny smirk playing along her lips before her body towered over hers along the sand. Regina's thighs wrapped firmly along Emma's waist, squeezing as hard as they were able.

Regina gasped, her eyes awakening to the darkness of the bedroom. And for a moment, she had forgotten where she was, wishing instead that she was back inside that dream.

"Gina," Emma whispered, her arm cradling her stomach, pulling her in securely. "What's wrong?"

Regina sighed, her eyes shutting as tears slid past her cheek. "Nothing," she breathed. "It was just a dream."

"Another nightmare?" Emma asked, ready to sooth whatever tormented her.

Regina shook her head, "No." Her body rotated in Emma's arms, brown, saddened eyes staring into her wife's golden ones. "No, it was just a dream." She wiped the tears with the back of her hand, "Actually, it was a really good dream." Her voice broke on the way out.

Emma's brow furrowed in confusion, "Then why are you crying?" Her thumb swiped away another fallen tear, feeling Regina lean more into her touch.

"Because I woke up," Regina cried, burning her face against Emma's chest, her hands clinging onto the cotton fabric of her black tank top. "Because I wanted it to be real."

Emma breathed out a laugh that was masked with confusion and worry, her brow creasing deeply as she lifted Regina's face so that their eyes could meet. "Tell me about it. Maybe it'll help."

"We were at the beach…" Regina's voice trailed off, her eyes drinking in the perfection that was Emma Swan, and it didn't help that she liked sleeping in those red shorts and black tank top either, where the muscles in her arms stood out each night. Taunting her.

"And?" Emma pressed, waiting patiently.

"And…" Regina's arms clutched along Emma's neck, pulling her in until their lips met in a feverish kiss. Emma responded with a low moan vibrating behind her throat, her hands placing themselves along the warm skin of Regina's thighs as she was taken aback but Regina's brazen climb along her lap. And just as Regina's hands moved along her soft blonde hair, Emma pulled back.

"Gina…" Emma breathed against Regina's mouth that desperately seeked her out again. "I can't."

"You can," Regina whispered, her voice breaking with a want that ached her bones. Her hands clutched tighter along Emma's hair, refusing her body to move from the straddling position along her lap.

Emma moaned as Regina's lips locked on hers again, her hands trembling as they moved along Regina's sides, sliding in through the hem of one of the silk slips. Her thighs ached as she forced herself to pull away once again, "Gina, no," her voice was filled with concern, but Regina could also detect want.

"Please?" Regina cried out, one of her arms wrapping along Emma's back, holding her closer, her hips rocking forward against Emma's pelvis and sex, hearing her respond with another low moan. "Please, Emma… please?"

Whatever broke the curse of celibacy between them, whether it was Regina's tears and pleas, or the alluring slip that she had refused to try on until she had no more alternatives, or maybe it was the fact that Emma had been aching for her just as much as Regina had been- possibly more. Whatever the reason was… it had been left behind. Emma pulled Regina's face closer, kissing her feverishly and allowed her hands to explore more of her.

Emma parted from their kiss, ripping off her tank top from her skin, it all happened so fast, Regina wasn't sure it had happened. She just recalls Emma reaching for her again, her kiss feverish and wet, while Regina blindly explored the familiar map of Emma's bare back.

Waking up the following morning to the sight of Emma cooking up a storm in the kitchen was a sight Regina always wanted to commit to her memory. She looked so natural, so human, it was almost blinding for her human eyes. Her body ached deliciously all over again once she entered the kitchen, taking a seat along the island.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," Emma grinned, seeming happier than the last couple of days.

Regina chuckled, grinning shyly while combing back her bed hair with her hands. "That's not exactly the term I would use to describe in the morning."

"You're right," Emma switched off the stove, appearing before Regina in a blur. She smirked as she heard a gasp escape her wife, finding her big brown eyes looking up at her. "You by far, more heartachingly stunning," her voice trailed off as her lips pressed along Regina's in another feverish kiss, just like last night.

Regina's arms lazily wrapped along Emma's neck, using the only strength that was left in them to pull herself toward her wife's body, responding to her eagerness. Emma had become more brazen and carefree when it came to sex after last night. And Regina couldn't be more thankful for that.

"Mmm," Regina pulled back to catch her breath, feeling the room spin as she did that she had to inhale a slow and steady breath. "Does this mean that I'm forgiven about last night?"

"I'm thinking about it." Emma grinned, pressing her lips in a quick kiss along Regina's before moving back to the stove.

Regina's smile reached her eyes as they watched Emma serve a stack of pancakes. "What's for breakfast?" She asked.

"Pancakes," Emma confirmed, setting the plate down before Regina. She turned back to the stove, served bacon along a plate and placed them against the island. "And bacon."

"Mmm..." Regina inhaled the rich scent of food, quickly stabbing her fork into her pancakes and popping it into her mouth. "No eggs?" She asked through a mouthful.

"As many as you want," Emma's voice sounded surprised, observing Regina carefully.

"Do you think it's possible for me to have some, please?"

"Of course," Emma moved over to the fridge and reached for two eggs, cracking them expertly into the same pan she had previously cooked the bacon in.

"Oh, sunny side up, please!" Regina grinned happily, chewing on a piece of bacon, followed by more pancakes.

Emma sat the sunny side up eggs along the island. "Let me get your juice."

"No," Regina dropped her fork along her almost empty plate, "I'll get it. You've been slaving over a stove all morning, dear."

Emma chuckled, "Well, you are relatively in a good mood."

Regina came back with the pitcher of orange juice, sitting along the island. Her body plopped along the stool, "Whoa…" she blinked.

"Gina?" Emma frowned, rushing to her side. "What's wrong?"

Regina shook her head, "Nothing. Just a head rush. I guess I stood up too quickly." She smiled.

Emma's arms envelope her in, "Well, you did sleep for a long time last night."

"How long did I sleep in?"

"Twelve hours."

"Twelve hours?" Regina's eyes widened. She looked at herself over once, checking her arms for fresh bruises, seeing the faint ones from their first night already more invisible than not. She wiggled her fingers, followed by her wrist, checking her mobility. She felt great. More than great. "Well, nothing appears to be broken. I'd say you're safe from overwhelming yourself with guilt."

Emma chuckled, "I can't say the same for your nightgown."

"Yeah…" Regina murmured, her cheeks flushing red at the memory of her slip lying in ripped pieces, scattered all over the floor. "It's a shame. I really liked that one."

"So did I." Emma admitted. "The pillows seemed to have survived this time. Although, I do need to get a new headboard."

Regina chuckled, "It's a good thing you have the means. I think our married life is going to cost you millions." She teased.

Emma grinned, "Are you all done?" She nods toward the empty plates.

"Yeah," Regina reaches for one of the plates, taking it over to the sink, joining Emma. "Uff…" She huffs out, leaning her elbows along the counter, her hands trapping her head as it dips into them.

"Gina?" Emma frowns, her hand landing along her shoulder.

"I'm fine," Regina promised, standing up right. "I swear, if I don't have better sense of equilibrium in my next life, I'm demanding a refund."

Emma's lip tilts upward a little, her expression still puzzled as she watched Regina wash her plates, scrubbing off the yellow yolk that was left over. "Since when do you eat sunny side up eggs?"

"Since now," Regina shrugs.

"Do you know how many eggs you've gone through in the last week?" Emma asked, pulling out the trash bin that's between them. It was filled with blue egg cartons.

Regina's brow furrows, "Weird," she murmured. "I guess this place is messing with my appetite." She dried her hands, taking a seat along one of the stools before her body strangely decided to lose its balance again. Her eyes on Emma, "You know… I was thinking…"

"Of course you were." Emma smiled.

Regina ignored her remark, going straight to the point. "Maybe a year of college wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Emma's brow lifts, "Gina, you've gotten what you wanted. There's no need to pretend anymore."

"I'm not pretending," she reaches for Emma's hand, feeling her pull her into her body, Regina's hand splays out along Emma's chest. "I just think… I'm not ready to give this up yet." Her voice dropped as did her hand, running smoothly along Emma's bare stomach, feeling her mapped out abs from underneath her tank top.

"This?" Emma's brow furrowed as her lip tilted upward, her eyes watching Regina's steady hand, her fingers playing along with the waistband of her red shorts. "Sex was the key all along?"

Regina smirked, shrugging innocently.

Emma chuckled out a scoff, "You are so human, Regina. I could have saved myself a lot of arguments."

Regina released a hum in the back of her throat, her arms quickly wrapping along Emma's neck. Her body willingly climbing Emma's, legs wrapping firmly along her waist. Emma's arms always being there to catch her. "How much longer until we have to leave?" She whispered, feeling sad at the thought of leaving this beautiful place.

"We still have a few more weeks. We can stay as long as you want, though." Emma promised, feeling the tickle of Regina's finger toying with the neckline of her tank top.

"Good. Because I'm not ready to leave yet." Regina smiled, her fingers burying themselves along Emma's hair. "I was thinking… we could watch a movie today, and later practice." She grinned.

Emma chuckled, her hand cupping the back of Regina's head, pulling her until her lips feverishly locked on hers. But just as their kiss had started, Emma pulled away, her eyes wide and on alert. "Hold that thought. Cleaning crew is here." She announced with a trail of disappointment.

"I didn't hear a knock." Regina's brow furrowed.

"They're just climbing the steps," Emma's head tilts and a second later there's a knock at the door. She places Regina down gently. "Why don't you go pick out a movie for us to watch and I'll let them in. I'll have to explain the rooms to them."

Regina watched as Emma headed toward the door, she sighed, brushing her hair back away from her face, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips as she's never felt happier.